People get scared.
Then people get movin'.
After my melt-down on Friday, David called for reinforcements.
I imagine that the phone calls went something like this:
Jennifer's not doing so hot.
I need help. Stat.
We've got some super-great friends who were more than willing to help us out. Our friends John and Bryan spent all day on Saturday helping David in the yard. I seriously love them for working so hard- and I especially love their sweet wives for letting them come.
Avery loved watching Daddy and "Dohn" work in the yard through the window.
Honestly, I probably could have done the same thing, but I figured that standing in the yard and micro-managing might be just a tad obnoxious... and staring out the window all day might be a little bit creepy. Reluctantly, I decided to get out of the house for a few hours. I DID manage to slip these little yard plans into David's pocket when I left:
When Avery and I returned home, we heard honking coming from down the street. This is what we saw:
That, my friends is what we like to call classy. REALLL classy.
I laughed my rear off.