Mowing the Lawn

I'm the one who mowes the lawn around here due to the allergies that a certain male member of the family "claims" to have. I didn't really mind it that much as it was nice to be outside and fun to have M follow me around with his lawn mower, "helping" me cut the grass. That is, until this time.

I hadn't mowed the lawn in quite a while as grass hibernates during the winter, so there was no need. Well, not only has the grass grown again, but M has "grown" quite a bit since the fall. When we used to mow the lawn together, M would follow me at quite a distance and there was not much talking. That is not the case anymore. Mowing the lawn becomes quite a different experience when your my almost three year old son is involved. Now, M follows me so closely that I'm not actually sure that there is any skin left on the heels of my feet. Now, M asks me what I'm doing every time I have to stop the machine to empty the cut grass...which was approximately every 3 minutes this past time. Now, M tries to turn on the mower himself, cuz he's a "big boy now". Now, M demands that I stop when he wants to get a closer look at something I'm about to go over on the lawn. Now, mowing the lawn kinda sucks.

This chore has indeed become quite the chore now that M is more capable of talking and less fearful of the big, bad lawn mower.