My handsome little monkey king. I cannot believe this is his face. It is so big now. So tidy. So… no longer the face of an infant.
I love my husband. He’s so helpful with the kids, helpful around the house, handy, hot, the whole enchilada. Except he gets a barely passing grade at GROCERY SHOPPING. Anyone else’s husband bung this one up on a regular basis? I write a list. Everything (generally) gets picked up, but not necessarily the type of item we usually buy. For instance: We never buy parmesan cheese in the can. It freaks me out. (Cheese that is not in the fridge? Pass). We buy actual parmesan, in a block, that tastes and is actual cheese. What does he come home with? The freaky canned parmesan PRODUCT. And tonight instead of the tiny pesticide free green house grown tomatoes that Bob loves to snack on, he brings half ripened clementine sized god knows whats. Not what I wanted anyway. I know saying “but sweetie, these aren’t OUR tomatoes…” isn’t going to get me anywhere, so I’ll leave it be. Maybe some day, he’ll read this blog and remember that it is tiny cherry tomatoes that are OUR tomatoes out of season when we are not growing our own.
Meeps chewing on a lovely teething bunny made for her by Caitlin. Thank you, Caitlin. She thinks it is delicious as you can see. And she is wearing the little Amish style dress I made for her on my neighbours treadle machine: the first thing I ever sewed. Can’t wait to make her more of these. I think I’ll have her in them until she’s twenty one or so, eh. To make it UN-Amish we stitched on a wee bow and an exterior pocket (their pockets must be inside the garment).
So, I have fantasies about the Amish. Not like THOSE kinds of fantasies, but I think often, hey. I could live with a composting toilet and an out house. I could use a wringer washer and finish my line drying indoors in the winter. I could get off the grid. But now… the pump for our dishwasher is broken. And holy crap. I did not remember just how much I hate doing dishes! I could just not part with that awesome appliance. Not ever. I am waiting desperately for the fella to call saying the part is in. DESPERATELY. (And wondering just how high these dishes are gonna pile up…)
Oh, and if you are reading my blog and live in Bruce County, my neighbour just put his price list together for 2009. (I did the computer part). Eggs, chickens, turkeys, lamb, pork, veal, beef. All raised on pasture, and while not certified organic they are (as Joel Salatin would say) BETTER than organic. And way cheaper than the stuff in the grocery store. ($2.50 a dozen for organic, omega 3 eggs from hens who roam on fresh grass). If you email me at twwly@mac.com I will happily email you a copy.