We went to the White House Egg Roll in April and came home with some lettuce and carrot seeds that the girls have wanted to plant. Here's the thing: I know NOTHING about gardening. My last experience with growing something, well, besides two babies of course, was a sunflower in my backyard. It grew so high I needed to get on a ladder to reach the top of it. But I'm pretty sure I had nothing to do with it growing. I think my parents were behind that project.
I'm just not what you'd call an outside kind of gal. It's a major flaw, I know, and I try to work on it. Take this post for example. I garden suited up and we planted us some carrot seeds. (We were going to plant lettuce seeds too, but Harper insisted on carrying the pot we were going to plant them in and promptly dropped it on the sidewalk before we got any soil in it.)
First, we had to go to Home Depot to find pots and soil.
Anyway, we figured it out with the help of my husband. His grandpa was a farmer so I think it's in his blood.
We also read Carrot Soup by John Segal, a cute story about a rabbit who plants carrot seeds in the spring for his favoite dish, carrot soup. Throughout the book, all his friends take the carrots behind Rabbit's back and surprise him at the end with a carrot soup par-tay. Hadley and Harper love this book because at the end all the animals yell, "SURPRISE!"
I had Hadley make a chart so she could track the carrots' progress, also helping her to answer her own question, "Are the carrots here yet?"
Hadley didn't want to crumble the butter into the flour, so she took a picture of me doing it instead.
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