Hard work

While I finished planting tomatoes and additional squash and pumpkin today, Timothy did a lot of work of his own.


Surveying his domain, Timothy is mulling over what needs to be done next.

With a change of hats, he does some cruising around, very intent on crossing and recrossing the yard. And plowing the already planted garden....
Not quite sure what was so important that I needed to interrupt the loading of the dump truck, but obliging nevertheless.

Poor little guy worked so hard all day and then I had to go and bring him to the doctor's. Good news--he's healthy as can be and growing like crazy. He's evened out a little. Now, no longer inches about the 100th percentile, he is 95 for height and 90 for weight. Well, his head is still off the charts, but not so markedly as last time! Bad news--he needed three band aids to cover all of his wounds which is tough on several counts. Holding him down was quite traumatic for both of us; the needles really hurt; and boy, he does NOT like band aids. He was more ticked off about the snoopy bandage on his finger than anything.

So, tomorrow, more work, but hopefully no pain.