Ava is becoming quite the cook. She practically made banana muffins herself this weekend, right down to cracking the eggs. I think I’ll teach her to make dinner next.
Archive for August, 2008
20 Aug
Olivia Fix
Stairs are no longer an obstacle… Fortunately, Liv’s easily distracted. This baby will be nine months old next week. I can’t believe it! I think she might be starting to cruise. I haven’t seen her in action, but I’ve noticed that she’s moved from one end of the sofa to the other pretty rapidly a [...]
19 Aug
Share and share alike
One of my favorite things about having a garden again is sharing–or better yet, trading–the proceeds with friends. I took in a basket of tomatoes and some basil into work on Monday. The tomatoes (Brandywines, not Beefsteaks) were gone in five minutes! I thought the basil would stay fresher in water, so I set the [...]
19 Aug
No Babies Allowed
When I was little, I remember my mom adding a card table to the end of the dining room table and covering the entire thing with afghans. Katie and I would play under there for hours. Ava has set up camp in the living room. Her “fort,” made with a sheet, blanket and card table, [...]
17 Aug
August blooms
We had these beautiful lilies on the farm where I grew up. We always called them naked ladies, but I’m sure there’s a more formal name. The are all over town this summer–I snapped this photo with my phone as I was walking by our neighbor’s house yesterday. The shot doesn’t do them justice. I [...]
16 Aug
Tomato troubles
We pulled the first large tomatoes off the vine yesterday. The Nebraska Weddings look great… But something is clearly wrong the Beefsteak tomatoes. There were three or four more that I just tossed without bringing in because they were so badly mauled. Is it insects? Disease? Bry thinks squirrels are eating them, but we haven’t [...]
14 Aug
Overheard
Reasons why “Wivie Woo Who” may not–under any circumstances–play with Ava’s Legos: “She’ll put them in her mouth. Oh, Mom, she’s putting them in her mouth!” “These are big girl toys. Wivie Woo Who is a BABY.” “They have sharp edges! MOM–I said, they have sharp edges!” “This is ridiculous. She has her own toys. [...]
