To make a long story a bit shorter, we have a brick patio space in the back of our house that we, quite honestly, don’t care for. It used to be concrete, brick and railroad ties, but thankfully we got it down to just two different surface coverings. Because I like uniformity. And I married a man that does, too. Which in the end is very good for both of us. Because if we hadn’t…well…we just never would have. But I digress.
It’s actually a great space, it’s on the east side of our house, so the evenings out there are AWESOME. But the bricks. Meh. I really want an expanded deck, Harold really wants to pour new nice concrete in the whole space, but realistically, we don’t have the money to do either of the sort right now.
For a long time we had been contemplating pulling out the bushes (that really do little more than catch all the oak leaves from the neighbor’s trees, and generally take up space that we would prefer to use for something else) right next to the house. We hedged on digging them up, because I always feel badly about killing plants/bushes that are perfectly good foliage…
And then I went to a garage sale yesterday and found this:
Which turns out, is something that both Harold and I have wanted something like for a while, but never talked about it specifically.
And that set in motion the removal of those bushes (so we could park the kids riding toys in the resulting mulch bed), and the moving of where the grill resides, and the general revamping of the brick patio. And it makes me hate it a little less.
Until I can convince Harold we need that deck… 
Nice! I keep wanting to do some outside dining space, but I don’t have a TV outside. How would I watch TV while I ate?
That table is just perfect for that space – and what a bargain, too!
I say ‘good riddance’ to those bushes, but then again, I’ll kill anything nowadays, huh?
Hey! I came here looking for a poop story. *sigh
Your patio looks adorable!! Here’s to many a sizzlin’ summer selebrations!!!
A poop story??? HUH?
Nevermind, just caught up on Bradaptation.
It involved a tremendous amount of poop. On my arm. And on Tim’s back and arm. And wrapping paper towels around him for containment purposes.
Because we were at Dairy Queen. Heh.
That has even Arron and I many laughs and groans, all at the same time…
My favorite part was probably the running commentary from the 4 year old in attendance.
“What’s that Mommy?”
“Is that poop, Mommy?”
“Do you have poop on your arm, Mommy?”
“Why is Tim’s poop on your arm, Mommy?”
“Is that poop on Tim’s back, Mommy?”
*gagging by said 4 year old*
“Why are you wrapping him in paper towels, Mommy?”
“Why isn’t Tim’s poop in his diaper, Mommy?”
“Can we get ice cream now, Mommy?”
OMG, that’s so funny. And that’s totally going to be us with Anna someday. I just know it. Thanks for the heads up!
And apparently, I can’t have a clear thought and type at the same time. Sorry.
Ohhhhhhh…. that’s a story to keep…NASTY!
Never a dull moment! gotta love this one!!!
gotta love life with this family! always an incredible story! love the patio by the way Uncle Ron, just had a brick patio built at my house looks the same! smashing! look out wrong word!
love the brick patio! But, the story reminded me I need to clean the BBQ theres this s-h–t all over it never a dull story aint life grand!!
llove the brick patio and the patio set! looks fantabulous! never a dull moment with Timmy and his cute questions! still laughing!
patio great! Timmy just adorable!!! the things they say are so off-the-wall! hey poop is a great word! NOT!! but for a kid so real and natural! he is a cutie-pie
nice!