The Master Architect during the planning stages.
Me pretending to help. The ground is ferocious! TONS of rocks. I used all my weight and finally gave in to a little garden hand shovel to dig them out.
Shelby even hopped in for a little help. Okay, so maybe he just jumped in mud puddles. We let him have at it. Hey, it's a little boy's job, right?
He's about as much help as Mommy.
Ph.D. (Post hole digger degree.) Stacy learned that from his PaPa.
We'll keep you posted. (Ha...pun definitely intended.)
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