A Fall Garden Sunday (Damn you, Costco!)

Scott shot a wedding and was told I could come after he was done shooting. I put Meadow to bed and Emma came over so I could meet Scott. Let's just say I was pretty tired the next day.

After the wedding we sort of celebrated our fifth anniversary by going over to our favorite bar, the Aster Cafe. Brooke drank too much.

I made her a hangover cure breakfast: hash browns, eggs and bacon. Only I made twice as much hash browns than we needed.

Earlier this week we went to Costco to get our tires rotated. We mentioned our air pressure signal kept going off. It turns out we had a nail in our side wall.

I kind of figured there was a leak of some sort.

They put our spare on and said they would call us when a new tire came in. That was Wednesday and today is Sunday. Our plans to go apple picking were shot down. I guess we did have some yard work to do.

Digging up tulips turned into digging up a new side garden.

Brooke loves adding gardens. I only help because I love her.

Meadow had too much fun running in the dirt singing, "Squishy, squishy, squishy."

She also helped me gather some garden worms and a few nightcrawlers. Now we need to go fishing.

She then got a much deserved bath.

I made beef lo mein for dinner. Brooke and Meadow loved it. I did a pretty good job at being a dad and husband today.

Since we had dinner early, I was pretty tired to do anything else we decided to watch a movie and have popcorn.

We watched The Little Prince.

We only got started, but it was so good that I had to put my phone down.

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