if my ability to keep a house plant alive is any indication of the type of parent i will be, my future kids are in some serious trouble.
The Mr. and i purchased three succulents last fall. we bought them from a neat little market down the street, next to one of our favorite places to get coffee. we carefully drove home, so as to not jostle the dirt and disturb our new loved ones. they were beautiful. The Mr. planted them in a wooden box i had previously painted and distressed for such a glorious occasion as this.
that afternoon, our family grew by three.
sadly, one of them died within a week. another was dead 3 weeks later. and the strongest of the pack, he lasted until christmas. The Mr. disposed of it while i was away visiting family for the holiday. i came home and my baby was gone. the planter, empty.
to get over the loss, we invested in a Japanese Maple tree. it's plastic. but it looks real. #bestofbothworlds
and just the other night, that adorable Mr whispered into my ear, and this is a direct quote, "i will never, ever change a diaper" then he lovingly kissed my forehead and smiled. as if the gesture made up for the statement. I THINK NOT MISTER.
moral of the story: at the ripe ages of 26 & 30, we are years away from caring for another plant, pet or person.
to see how plants really aught to be cared for, look at how
EliseJoy does it.
