It's the first week of July and we just turned on our AC for the first time. In fact, today was the first time we have breached 90 and we don't quite know what to do with ourselves. Removing the sweatpants and sweatshirts would be the logical first step, but Rowan was still running around in them today while spraying himself, the yard and his irritated brothers off with the hose. Some unfortunate ants also got a bath.
The strawberries are just now starting to ripen and they are sweet and warm and taste like sunshine. My in-laws have a huge strawberry patch and this weekend while they were out of town I stole over there like Goldilocks and raided the field.
Then I was forced to make one of my favorite desserts with them.
One of the best parts of summer is the abundance of fresh fruit. Sometimes I look at the produce section at the store and I'm almost horrified at the sheer extravagance of it all.
We are so blessed to have bowls full of cherries sitting on the table.
This little man is rapidly becoming the biggest trouble-maker in the family. Here he is with a bloodshot eye for some unknown reason, and a face full of 'kuh-wers' (colors) that for once Rowan wasn't responsible for. He did this one all on his own. He's smart enough to hide behind a chair when he saw me coming, and then he says "Uh-ohhhh..... Mama, kuh-wers! A no-no."
The only things I have an abundance of in my garden are kale and cilantro. Anybody got a great recipe that calls for both kale and cilantro?
We were excited a couple weeks ago to buy a little patio set so we can sit outside.
The boys were more excited about the box the chairs came in.
We are talking hours of submarines, and battle trenches, and forts, and castles. It could have gone on forever but one day Haydn decided to create a new 'exit' and busted through the back wall with his gigantic nine-year-old body, sort of like the hulk. Much to everyone's surprise, the whole thing collapsed.
Up till that point, they mostly got along while they were in the box.
Depending on Rowan's mood and how annoying he felt like being.
His comedic personality isn't always appreciated by his brothers. Maybe because this face usually proceeds him tooting on someone or putting them in a head lock.
Speaking of headlocks.
I am never more pleased with the father I chose for my boys than when I see them draped from his head.
I think he's a keeper.
And they agree.
And that's what's going on in my neck of the woods. Happy Wednesday!