Beautiful Morning! *yawn*

So, after 2 days of dealing with this...

Yes.  That's our Li'l Sausage.  I looked like hell had blown over, so I insisted that Bad Boy not take a picture of me.  There was quite some debate on how to do that considering the lovely position of this little guy.  But, it was figured out and my head was decidedly chopped off.

The Literary Musician sings, "OFF WITH HER HEAD!" in a rather mouse-y voice, I must say.

Anywhosers, after stumbling out of bed and randomly bumping into various objects around the house this morning to get the day started prior to children fighting and demanding my every  moment, I went outside at seven A.M. to water.  And I find this:

This is the point where I did giddy happy dance.  Well.  In my mind anyway.  *yawn*  For anyone who's ever tried to start grass in New Mexico sandy clay from seed, you know this is quite the feat!  Remember how it looked Saturday afternoon?

After my giddy happy dance in my mind, I watered the grass and flowers admiring how my obsession with my courtyard was slowly coming to fruition right before my very eyes.  Then I decided I needed to brag.  Thank you, Blogger, for your assistance!

So, now that I have bragged while sipping on Pepsi *chug* and yawning constantly, I'll get to the real reason I planned on blogging today - Tsunami's pinto bean and pumpkin seeds along with a rose bush.

Tsunami would be the wonderful six year old daughter of my dear friend, Sassy Mama.

*I love making up names for the people in my life.  Just sayin'*

One day, Sassy Mama comes for an impromptu visit for dinner, which happens frequently, with her two divas in tow.  Tsunami immediately comes to me with a Ziploc bag that is stapled shut with seeds germinating from their water source - a wet paper towel.  Sassy Mama has fake grass in her backyard and no water xeriscaping in the front yard.  She does not grow things.  At all.  And little Tsunami's eyes were full of hope to see pumpkins and pinto beans come to life before her very eyes.  Thank you gracious kindergarten teacher... sort of.

So here comes Heather.  The all powerful, aspiring horticulturist in the making to say, "I'll grow them for you!"

*face palm*

I had just agreed to grow a PUMPKIN vine!  I have no official "garden" for food!  I have goatheads, various other weeds and rocks covering sandy clay!  Some days I wish the Pepsi would kick in a bit faster.  Even if it is at 7:30 at night.

So, I planted them.

The pumpkin is growing out sideways on the right.  The pinto bean is the vertical one there on the left.

Within a week, they turned into this taken on May 6th:

By May 13th:

Now, last week, when Diva (five years old) and I were bringing in the plants to get away from the cruel New Mexico spring wind, we had a minor accident.  Diva accidentally bent the pinto bean over.  The poor child begged and begged for me to forgive her and to save the pinto bean.  I had no way of doing this at the last minute until she said, "Mommy, tape it up like you do my crayons... DU-U-U-H!"  Well, after a quick reminder of how saying "duh" and with so much attitude was uncalled for, I told her I'd give it a try but not to get her hopes up.  So, with quite a bit of Dollar Tree knock-off-scotch-tape, we did this:

It's working!  This picture was taken this morning which is officially one week after the pinto bean catastrophe.  Now, will it continue to survive and flourish?  Who knows.  But it has been nice to not have to deal with Diva nor Tsunami's crushing heartbreak meltdowns.

Also last week, in another catastrophic, heart-wrenching, plant disaster, a branch of the rose bush was accidentally broken off the bush.  Yes, it truly was an accident.  No child did this.  I wasn't terribly worried about it.  It was only two roses near the bottom of the bush that was welcome to go anyway.  However, enter Diva into the mix of how Mommy is Super Woman and can fix anything.  Somehow the tape and pinto bean tragedy made me into a hero and I HAD to save the roses.

*rolls eyes*

My sister then said something about rooting cuttings from a rose bush.  I hadn't heard this before as I'm still a child in the world of gardening, but turned to my trusty Google search bar that solves all my problems everyday to find it was true with some types of roses.

I have no idea what type of roses I have growing in the flowerbed.  They were here when I got here, they're in the wrong spot for where roses need to be and I'm desperately just trying to make it thrive.  Which isn't going very well.

*end rant*

Having had Google find me instruction on how to root roses, we decided to give it a try.  Cut off the top, trim the bottom, pull off most of the leaves, stick in dirt, keep moist and BAM! (I love Emeril!).  You have officially began trying to root roses.

Anyone know why the leaves do that crinkling thing?  I can't figure it out.

Of course, Diva was too terrified of the consequences of letting the roses that were trimmed off go.  I desperately attempted to convince her that it was more just in the world to stick the roses in water and allow them to bloom.  She's too smart, however, and replied, "Mommy, they'll die!"

So, we stuck them in a pot, too.

I have to admit though - I like being a hero.

*smirk*