Weekend earworm

... or ear spider, I guess, was "Oh what a tangled web we weave, when first we practice to deceive replant pachysandra" (with apologies to Sir Walter Scott). After we pulled about 100 miles of it out of our front yard, we gave away 200 miles to every neighbor we could strong-arm into taking some, and still had 300 miles of scrambled, snarled roots to unravel and transplant in the backyard.

That pretty much sums up the weekend (snore. I know), along with a little list I started called "Alarming independence, Opie":

• unbuckles car seat while vehicle is traveling 65 mph on highway
• reaches weedkiller on garage shelf, uses it to "clean" tricycle

Tempered, I'll admit, by "Welcome independence, Jo":

• puts Opie down for nap: reads book, snuggles on chair, leaves room with stay-in-your-bed! admonition
• reads self to sleep, including switching off the light
• assists Opie with five a.m. drink of water request, without waking parents

Huh. I now sound like I paid far more attention to my groundcover than my children, at least in the past 72 hours. Well sometimes that's just life in suburbia. OK? OK?