Monday, August 6, 2012

Growing girls and gardens

So it turns out I don't have a black thumb, I just had anemic dirt. The cure?  Guano.  The translation:  seabird poo.  Here's my first lettuce harvest (from last month).



Sweet little 6 month old.



The photo that will disqualify me from that Mom-of-the-year contest.

Basil harvest!


So one day a couple of weeks ago Ellis decided she wanted to start writing letters, so that's what she did.  Homeschooling is going to be so easy if she keeps doing things without my help.







Maci is finally starting to hold her own in the sister arena :)




Why did I include this photo?  Keep scrolling to see what came next...

Ha! Where she stayed for half a minute, or so.  Not sure if she fell asleep for a second, or if this was somehow comfortable.

If you've never grown food, might I recommend starting with lettuce. Grows fast and easily, even without the nitrogen rich bird poo.


On a day I was feeling a bit frustrated and hopeless over how poorly our garden was doing, I planted something here.  I think it's squash of some sort.  But because I had the attitude of, it's not like it's actually going to GROW, so what's the point of marking it?? I didn't mark it and now I'm anxiously waiting to see what comes out of this plant.

We had a fun time catching up with some Ochockis the other day.  Here's a funny (to me) one of Grayson (Greyson?) and Maci.  It reminds me of Grant Wood's American Gothic.



Thursday, July 12, 2012

16 new posts ahead...

The Big Littles

And bubbles!




By the end of the visit, these two had worn each other out so it was time for a tv break.  Little sweeties.



And a bonus baby pic from yesterday.

Cousins






Sisters Squared

Getting 8 month old Clara to smile is not a problem.  Getting her to sit still for a picture...poses a bit of a challenge---but does make for funnier pictures every time.







 Might be my favorite...

 Hilarious.


Macia is a good sport, and quite durable.



The Littlest Littles

Check out the pinky finger.



Even Clara recognizes a squeeze-worthy cheek when she sees one.