A few weeks ago, inspiration struck. Ed and I decided we needed to mulch all of our garden beds, which means we needed to weed all of our garden beds, and remove any dead plants, and generally get the yard cleaned up.
Since then, Connor has learned to identify most weeds found in the garden - and while he might not pull the root out when he gives the weed a tug, he at least doesn't pull plants out that will at some point produce flowers.
Last Friday, the dumptruck of mulch arrived. It was cool, but not nearly as cool as I thought Connor would think it was. But once I told him we would be moving that mulch with our wheelbarrow "weebawo", then it was very cool.
Saturday morning we got to work. I continued pulling weeds while Ed filled his giant wheelbarrow, and Connor filled his smaller wheelbarrow.
Then the two of them would find places needing mulch and drop off their loads - preparing to return for more. Connor would often stay behind and spread mulch between the plants, which is actually an excellent job for him - aided by the hoe he got last week at the grocery store. (Did I mention that Connor now realizes he can get just about everything he wants at the grocery store - including gummy vitamins and candy? That's what he told me a few nights ago, anyway.)
Once it got unbearably hot, we threw on our swimsuits, slathered the sunscreen on, and splashed around in the pool.
On Sunday, Ed actually spent about 6 consecutive hours spreading mulch, while Connor and I played at the park, had a snack, and took a nap.