To start this post off, I would just like to say that my plants are the bomb.com. My children, Dude 2.0, Freshman Plant, Mini Rose Natallie Got Me, and Violet Jeremy Got Me, are growing splendidly. But this post is to introduce the newest member to the family, Mini Dude. Granted, I’m not the most original when it comes to names, but Dude is a family name that has a lot of history. Some might even say, it has DEEP ROOTS.
STORY TIME: When my mom was in college, her mom (Grandma) got her a plant. That plant’s name is Dude. Dude was the coolest guy, only Dude had two stalks. One day, Dude was split in half and separated. Mom got a Dude and Grandma cultivated new Dude. Since that day, Mom’s Dude has died and Grandma’s Dude has been spliced by the plant whisperer herself. Now just about everyone in the family has a Dude (so my Dude is more like Dude 2.7 or something), but I have carried on the tradition of receiving a Dude in college as I got my Dude freshman year.
Today, Dude got a new baby brother. Mini Dude has been a wonderful addition to the family, and not to toot my own horn, but I’m a great plant mom. As my children are depending on me, I provide for them. I feed them (tonight I bought fertilizer and a squirty gun that all of the other pretentious plant moms of the cul de sac use too), give them sunlight, read to them from my subscription of Better Homes and Gardens, put on HGTV while I’m in class, and I make sure to play music will develop their leaf-brains- so they have a healthy dose of Panic! at the Disco and Queen. When I go on long trips they get to spend time with their grandparents (my parents), and in the true spirit of grandparenting, my kids always come back bigger, heavier, and with that guilty, wide-eyed ‘Grandma fed me everything in the fridge’ look. You know the one.
Despite my textbook expert parenting, my mom has pointed something out to me this evening (after she almost told Mini Dude that he’s adopted. Good thing he hasn’t learned that word yet) that had completely escaped my attention.
My plants are naked.
Therefore I have decided that my kids need clothes, and not only do they need clothes, they need clothes that reflect their individual personality and interests while still being practical. This being said, I have decided that they need Hufflepuff scarves, mittens, and hats until the weather warms up enough for me to keep the windows open consistently. (Not to say that I will shun my kids if they aren’t puffs. I will love them no matter what. But until they are old enough to use the computer, they will rep top haus).
It’s time for Dude’s shower, so I should go now, but I will leave you all with proud parent pictures of Dude 2.0 and Mini Dude. (The rest of the herd are at their grandparents house being spoiled)
Fun fact: It was almost this day exactly last year when I adopted my first plant baby!