Land. Mines.

The biggest headache I ever had with living in an apartment was when the air conditioner exploded and sprayed Freon over everything I owned in the dining room.
Oh, there was the mice in that one other place.
And then all the noise from both sides in Dayton.

So never mind; owning a home is cool. Just dangerous.
We spent Saturday morning at Lowe's buying more DoItYourDamnSelf stuff, then the post-napping hours digging dirt, clay, and rocks out from under the deck to pile up against the bottom step of our new stairs so they'll pass code before we do a full-blown landscaping project. Ryan's not used to those kinds of slopes, and did a slow sideways somersault down the Mound of Renowned and was none too pleased.
Still, that beats me falling off the top rung of a ladder while pruning the tree our front. So huzzah for that paratrooper landing training I received seventeen years ago at Field Training. And for letting go of the pruner before hitting.

In recognition of his continued service to the Pocomoke clan, we invited Grandad over to swing in the hammock and soak in the hot tub (with Ryan counting our toes) before enjoying a flame-kist steak dinner. For better or worse, Ryan has learned how to say "No" though it's so far used in a relatively benign way, as in "no thanks, I don't want to give the dogs a treat and stick my hand near those teeth", not a screaming and running-away "NO DON'T WANNA GO TO BED YET". He also correctly identified his bendy-straw this morning as being pink.

Other interesting words he knows: bulldozer, volleyball, beer, diaper, Guggenheim Museum.