Wednesday, August 10, 2011
My eight year-old cut her hair the other day to the point where I had to chop nearly all of it off. She looks like Peter Pan now.
It was so bad we couldn't wait until Friday - payday - and take her to the hairdresser's.
However... well, one thing led to another until this happened.
I'm sure I'm not the first mom to do this to her kid. And I may or may not be digging around the craft box looking for silver and gold paint so we can do Ziggy Stardust.
Sunday, August 7, 2011
|Jackets in July?|
While the rest of the country has been roasting in its own juices (ew!) up here in the Pacific Northwest, we've been waiting for summer to start.
I'm so not complaining.
Back home in Texas it's been well over 100 degrees every day with no rain in site for weeks so I'm enjoying this interesting form of summer and the novel idea of being outside in July and August (really May - June - July - August) without the threat of heat stroke lingering over our heads.
|Give a three year-old your camera and step back.|
My three-year old has become interested in photography. Well, mostly I think she's just interested in my camera. Her world view is interesting and only reaches about four feet max.
We decided the girls needed a rooster for protection (against one of my dogs - oh dear) and he's been a fun addition to our growing menagerie even if he's crowing his tiny head off out on the patio as I type this.
I jumped on board yet another trend and canned something for the first time ever. I made it easy on myself and made jam from some raspberries we got at a local U-Pick. We don't even eat jam very much but we're already more than halfway through one jar. I got thirty-five quart sized jars off a lady from Freecycle and I plan on jarring tomatoes later this summer. Woo? Woo.
Also, we have twenty hives. The sound when we walk by (they're not close to the house) is... well, if we were scared of bees, this would be nightmare fuel.