Olivia: I don’t want morning time! More night-night, please.
17 Aug
Gone fishin’
We spent a bit of time at the fishing hole on the farmstead last weekend. I’m not sure what Ava was expecting to find in her rented bucket, but I don’t think it was worms.
Once Bry rigged up the poles, we waited…and waited….and waited.
And waited.
I can’t say we had much luck, but it was hard to beat the weather and the view!
16 Aug
Down on the farm
We spent yesterday at the fabulous Deanna Rose Farmstead in Overland Park. Bottle-feeding the baby goats was one of the highlights.
15 Aug
Salted caramel ice cream
When you find a perfectly-scored recipe on Epicurious, it’s rarely a disappointment. I agree wholeheartedly with the glowing reviews for this salted caramel ice cream. We made it for company last night, and it was fantastic. Plus, it made that sixth day of 100+ degree temperatures a bit easier to manage.
12 Aug
Smashing!
We’ve received about 849 potatoes through our crop share this year, and I’m trying to find interesting ways to serve them. I love this recipe for grilled smashed potatoes, which despite a two-part cooking process, is relatively easy. Plus, smashing the cooked potatoes is quite satisfying…
11 Aug
Stages for which I am not ready
At the fair last weekend, I mentioned to Bryan that wasn’t really looking forward to having a teenage daughter, let alone two. They seem to be rather naked and loud these days, and that concerns me.
Granted, we do have a few lovely babysitters who go against the grain in that respect, so perhaps there is still hope. Nevertheless, my blood pressure increased a bit when Ava came home from preschool with a boy’s phone number scrawled across her homework.
It seems as though they are planning a trip, and they needed to spend some time on the phone to work out the details. (Thankfully, Ava assures me they both have their driver’s licenses, and they won’t need to borrow our car because Ava just bought one of her own online.)
I wrote this off as extremely creative play, until my mom (who, by the way, had two teenage daughters herself not so long ago) said something that made me picture my five-year-old packing up her belongings and letting herself out of the house at 2 a.m.
I suppose, though, I do have about 10 years before I have to worry too much about that, or about phone numbers from boys in general. Right?
In the meantime, I have this handy new meditation podcast that seems to be helping…
10 Aug
Staples of the season
We had our first large garden tomato just last week. I’m hopeful that a bountiful harvest that might allow for a bit of canning is right around the corner, but it seems quite late. So just in case this might be one of a few, I relished every bite of that BLT.
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