Bailin' Hay.

ADDENDUM: Okay, I admit I'm a city girl. Is it BALE hay? Or BAIL hay? I don't know. I don't know the damn difference, and around here---it doesn't make a bit of difference. I'm just sayin'...


Last Wednesday after Hubby worked, he mowed the yard.

So Thursday, when we all got home for the evening, Gage wanted to go outside & "bail hay." {FYI Gage, yo' mama is a city mama.}

But----alas, I am the mother of a little boy.
You wanna bail hay?
Let's go bail hay.
But let me put on some slackerella clothes first.

{and by hay, I mean grass clippings that hubby didn't bag}
{which brings me to another "aside": don't ask me about all this mowin' stuff. sometimes you bag the clippings...sometimes you don't. is there rhyme or reason? I dunno.}








Why, yes those aaarrrree fleece sweatpants that my kid is wearing.
No, he wouldn't let us put some non-fleece clothing on him.
No, he didn't want to wear shorts right then.
Yes, we do pick our battles!