Two weekends ago we finally filled our garden beds with STEERCO (steer manure and soil). Grandpa Clave helped us out with a little man-power and letting us borrow his wheel-barrow. But really, I was the one who wheeled the dirt from the driveway to our back yard. Emily planted the beds with veggie seeds (mustard greens, lettuce, rainbow chard and peas). Abe liked helping out and digging in the dirt.
Emily showing Abe how it's done.
Abe liked helping out.
Dig, dig, dig!
Abe liked playing with the shovel that I used the move the dirt.
So when I was shoveling the dirt into the wheelbarrow with the above shovel, I thought Abe was safely away from me. Then I got a scoop, turned to my left to put it into the wheelbarrow, when Abe had snuck between me and the wheelbarrow. So instead of dumping the dirt, I clipped Abe right by his eye on his head. The poor guy bounced off the wheelbarrow, and then fell in the giant dirt/manure pile. Good thing Mom was there to lift his spirits.
The bruise that resulted in the collision with the giant shovel. I was a little surprised there wasn't any blood. He's not worse for the wear.