Finally, A Helper

One of the things that the final inspection depends on is the back patio needs to be graded, scraped, really, so the ground slopes away from the house. Because I don’t want to wait on others to get the job done (if you want something done, y’know), I’ve been doing the removal of dirt myself, little by little, over the past few days.<br />n<br />nMy little girl was in the yard, doing what she does best, playing, and she saw daddy working with a shovel and wheel barrow. Of course, she wanted part of the action and mama, always lurking nearby, remembered that she has her own set of small garden implements, including a plastic cart with a happy, smiley bug face on the front of it.<br />n<br />nWell, she got right to work! She was shoveling, as much as a four-and-a-half-year-old can, trying to fill her bucket. I had to get her started so her little hands and arms and body would get the hang of pushing the shovel into the dirt, and lifting it to the bucket, but she did get a few good shovelsful in.<br />n<br />nI gotta say, it was a happy moment for dad. I’ve been waiting nearly FIVE years for a helper! All this time, it’s been just me, fixing stuff, moving stuff, reaching stuff, installing stuff, getting the labor done. Even our contractor’s crew was astounded that I installed all our quarter round crown molding myself, with <strong>no one’s</strong> help.<br />n<br />nNow, with my little one getting to the point of realizing that work is fun, I may have a helper after all!<br />n<br />nOh, and let me not forget that she also wanted to pick up the dog poop, so she could play on her play structure. It’s all good…!