I\'m Summer, a mouthy, sarcastic bitch. I\'m passionate about natural birth, long term breastfeeding, and living naturally. I curse too much, love tattoos, and will some day be crushed to death by my book collection. I homeschool, dream of gardening, and swing to the left. 
Beany the bean
About two weeks ago I made a big pot of beans for dinner. E was curious to see what the beans were so we sat on the floor and explored a few while the rest cooked. I asked if he would like to try and grow one and his little eyes lit up. Thus “beany” was spared from becoming dinner and stuck in a glass jar with some wet paper towels. E has been absolutely amazed to watch “beany” grow and change each day as we pulled the wad of towels up and examined what was happening. Today ‘beany” was saved once again as we transplanted him from the tiny glass jar to a real pot with dirt and a warm ledge in the kitchen window.
Of course you know this was really nothing more than an excuse to play in the dirt. Boys, like plants, need sunshine and dirt to grow and bloom.
This was my son’s big science experiment. Our bean plant is now just outside our kitchen window … as the roots outgrew our pot inside. I’m hoping it survives the transplant for another week or two, so we can dig it up and see just how far the roots went!