And The Winner Is…

So there I was seeing to the tasks Cute Redhead left for me to complete while she and the Duchess of Fashion and Accoutrement were out shopping and involved in all kinds of who-knows-what. I was called out into the yard by Alpha Male because he wanted me to watch him break his neck do a back flip.

Oh no.

I quick grabbed the beloved Rebel Force and high-tailed out to the back fence where he had been whooping it up for the last fifteen minutes. “Hold on, Monkey!” (that’s what I’ve called him since the day he was a newborn) “I want to get this on film!”

“You mean for your blog?”

“No, for evidence when I take you to get your cast.”

And the set-up…

Up you go, boy.

And over.

And back down agai—wait. Dude, what lol? Nice boxers, kid.

How happy?

Very happy.

That’s my baby. My firstborn. That’s the Recalcitrant Teenager about to enter high school next fall. That’s Monkey Head. And he actually has a great sense of humor and a tenaciously fun-loving spirit. Love that kid, heart and soul.

And then I turned around, headed back to the kitchen…

…and stopped. dead. in. my. tracks.

Because there at my feet was the winner of this little contest I’ve been having in my head. The Who Will Sprout First Contest.

Here’s my new baby.

Oh, and if you’re wondering what vegetable that little sucker is, just know that so am I.

Because I can’t find the garden map I made telling me where I planted what.

But I think it’s a White Lisbon Onion. The only reason I’m not sure is that I wasn’t expecting that dude to show up for another three days.

Which tells you that I either know the life of my plants, or I have no life.