Jun 20, 2016 | Family, Farm |
It’s funny how change can sneak up on you. I managed to plant some lettuce, herbs and a few quick growing veggies, like carrots and radishes before Caleb was born but for some reason it seemed like the seeds just weren’t doing much. Last year it was as if I had veggies popping up overnight. This year weeks have gone by without even a single green sprout, or so it seemed. A few days ago I went outside and discovered that I had sprouts everywhere. My radishes are almost ready to be picked. My strawberry planters are overflowing with strawberries. My hydrangeas are in full bloom. When did all this happen?!
Likewise with my babies. Caleb looks the same to me as he did three weeks ago but when I load my pictures onto the computer from my camera and look back at all the images, I can see how much he’s changing on almost a daily basis. Sam has lost all of his delicious toddler pudge (the chunky thighs…the dimples on his chubby hands) and its becoming painfully obvious that he’s no longer a baby or a toddler. He’s…sniff…a little boy. Eddie is well, still toddler…her clumsy gait and the sound of her disposable diaper rustling under her shorts when she walks is music to my ears, I must confess. Her thighs are practically edible, there’s so much meat on them, and she still has her own baby smell (or is that Desitin? Hard to say). I might put off potty training her this summer just so I can pretend she’s not getting any older.
Actually, scratch that. Our trash is 90% diapers, 10% Other. She needs to be potty trained.
Happy Tuesday, friends.
Feb 4, 2016 | DIY, Knitting, Yarn Along |
I missed the Yarn Along with Ginny and Keep Calm and Craft On with Nicole yesterday. As usual, our house came down with the plague last week. I thought I was going to be spared but sure enough I was the last one to catch it and I was a miserable coughing and sneezing mess on the couch for four days straight. Luckily my parents were able to drive Sam to his gymnastics class and Gabe did his part by bringing take-out food home every night after work. I just despise being sick. I couldn’t even knit because my eyes kept watering and my head was pounding. Yes, it was that bad.
But…I’m better now and back to my old self. Which means knitting. Lots of knitting. I am working on my test knit (Wellington Worksock Shawl) by Sam Lamb and I hope to have it blocked by this weekend. I am having second thoughts about my color choices. I thought the cream body of the shawl would contrast nicely (but not too starkly) with the mustard colored border and the blue accent stripe, but now I think perhaps I should have chosen the blue as the border color and the mustard as the accent stripe. We shall see. It’s only ten or fifteen rows that I would have to rip out if I don’t like it but I would like to avoid ripping anything out as much as possible.
It’s been raining non-stop here for the past three days and I am looking forward to the sunny days that have appeared in our ten day forecast. Green shoots from my strawberry plants are starting to poke out from amongst the brown dead leaves of last year’s plants and I want to take some time this weekend to clear out the dead parts so the new growth can thrive and (hopefully) produce lots of strawberries this summer! My garlic shoots have sprouted and a few of my herbs, like my mint and chives are slowly starting to grow as the days become longer and a few degrees warmer.
I can’t believe how quickly this winter season has flown by. Gabe and I were talking about how surreal it is that we’re already planning our new orchard and determining the location of our new raised beds. I swear I just put my garden to bed last week! Pretty soon I’ll be in full gardening mode…right around the time our new baby arrives. I have a feeling that our garden won’t receive as much attention as it did last year. That’s okay. I’m going to take it one day at a time and do what I can. It might not be the garden I want but it will be better than nothing.
Sep 30, 2015 | Family, Farm, Homeschool |
This past week has been a whirlwind to say the least. Last Wednesday was Yom Kippur (Jewish day of atonment), so we drove two hours away to attend services. A few days later, Sam had his first day of preschool. I love our co-op. The moms are great, and it’s a fun group of kids. I think Sam is going to make some good friends and have a wonderful time. Most of the kids have younger siblings around Eddie’s age, so I feel like we already have the next generation co-op in the making!
I think the best thing about joining this homeschooling group is being able to see that homeschooling isn’t that scary. I’ve been planning on homeschooling since I was pregnant with my first, but reading and talking about it are certainly very different from actually doing it. Granted it’s only preschool, but it’s a great way to get my feet wet and see what homeschooling is all about from a firsthand experience. I’m hopeful.
Yesterday we picked our first batch of corn. We may have jumped the gun a bit, as many of them seemed a little less than ripe, but it was a beautiful day and picking and husking corn just seemed like a fun thing to do. Sam insisted on “measuring” every corn that he husked. He can’t count or read numbers, which made the whole situation even funnier but he seemed to get a kick out of it.
