I don't have any pictures to post; I'm in here. The camera's in there. It just wasn't meant to be. Sorry for the hiatus on the blog lately. I've been canning. And I mean CANNING. When I'm not canning, I'm online researching canning recipes and bread recipes and ridiculous things like how to make my own yogurt. Oh, it's gonna happen.
I've been feeling very crunchy lately. All this putting food by has gotten me very worked up; it's made me thankful for the things that have grown for me in the garden and makes me want to hug the Earth back a little bit. So, I've started composting and trying to be more aware of where my food comes from and what packaging it comes in. I'm menu planning for the month and buying in bulk. I'm putting local food by for the winter and trying to cook/bake as much food from scratch as I can. We're even talking about building a coop in the back-40 and raising laying hens.
I also have children I frequently care for...you remember them? They keep me busy too. Bailey has two teeth and is crawling like a pro. She loves to use one leg to turn herself in circles while she's sitting on the floor and she can pull herself up on the couch too; she's got places to go. The little bear just started trying to talk this week. Apparently the light bulb just went off one night at dinner and she started babbling "rarr rar rarrr rar" Before we knew it she was saying Dada and Mama. She desperately wants to be able to say Caba, but I have a feeling that one will be in the works for a while. Did I mention the kid weighs 21 pounds? She's a chunk. We call her 'cabbage' since she bears a striking resemblance to the cabbage patch dolls.
Her big sis has been having a heck of a time; she's been sick for the past week. Last weekend Audrey came down with croup (pitiful, pathetic mess, she was) We took her to the doctor on Monday and she was prescribed an anti-inflammatory steroid to get the swelling in her throat and vocal chords down. Let me tell you about roid rage. I didn't recognize my own child; she transitioned from sweet movie-watching pathetic lap child to psychotic belligerent wiggle wart in about 2 minutes. That medication lasted two days before Mama declared it to be not worth the drama.
We thought Little A was recovered by Thursday, but she had another relapse and refused to eat, drink or take her medicine for several hours. By the time bedtime rolled around I was pondering a strategy for explaining to her that if she didn't hydrate herself someone would do it for her and they would have a large, scary needle in their hand. Luckily I got to keep my alarmist parenting skills on the back burner--I force fed my daughter water and apples with peanut butter. You'll be happy to know The Dragon seems poised to make a full recovery.
As far as things around the house go, the Moore's are in town for the long weekend and Audrey is loving all the attention. We've been going to the park and eating lots of fried chicken and pizza; the kids are getting the most out of the pool before we close it for the season and I've been letting Hannah practice driving my car.
We're also in the middle of step one to our kitchen renovation; we're clearing out and rearranging cabinets so we can knock down the wall between the kitchen and the dining room. The official demolition party is scheduled for next weekend--I can't wait! I promise I'll actually post pictures once that happens...and that means I'll have downloaded a sweet video of Bailey crawling too. Remain on the edge of your seats until then.
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