Wednesday, August 11, 2010
Compromises, Et Cetera
We're eating store-bought bread around here. (And the cheap stuff, too.) Yes, that's right. I, Mrs. Homemade-artisan-sourdough-all-the-time bought bread at the store.
There comes a time when one must be sensible about what one can reasonably accomplish and sometimes one simply cannot make bread.
And much to my chagrin, while Nathan and I miss our sourdough, Jonah is rejoicing. "Yay! A sandwich on squishy bread!"
I sigh and remember that I'm getting my just desserts. Yes, I used to do this to my mom, too. Sometimes she would buy bread when she didn't have time to make it and we kids would be all excited about store bread. Mom, I'm sorry. I truly am. What ingrates we were. (For the record, at some point Mom had to pretty much quit making bread all together and we were sad and missed our homemade bread. By that point, we had learned what was good.)
Jonah now loves to hold his baby brother.
He also daily asks things like, "Mom, can I carry the baby down the stairs?" or "Can I put his diaper on?" "I'll take him out of the swing!" "Can I carry Evan out to the van?" Etc. I'm trying to be careful not to squash his desire to help, but prevent baby-dropping and such similar accidents.
I'm ordering school supplies! Yes, we're doing school for reals this year. Kindergarten here we come!
I was talking to a homeschooling friend about "oh dear, school, hm, I don't know what we're doing..." and she said, "Um, do you have a plan at all? Maybe you need a plan." Yeah. So I started working on that and now I'm excited about it. A little bit intimidated (must stick to a school schedule! No excuses or extended breaks because I'm burnt out. Real school.), but excited. I found some fun books and I'm full of ideas! Wheee! Will share my fun school stuff here soon.
Now. You must brace yourself for this next picture. It's a bit shocking.
Are you sure?
Oh my poor baby.
We're dealing with thrush. That's all I'll say about that.
Jonah was helping his Daddy change a transmission today. Jonah was actually quite necessary to the process (jacking up the engine lift? Or something like that?), so he was partly excited by getting to work like a man, and partly bummed out by having to work like a man.
But then he came in and told me that he wants to talk with his Grandpa about being a car mechanic someday.
I'm finally getting started at getting caught up around here. (Caught up? HAhahahaha!) I've frozen broccoli and beans, started some lacto bean pickles and today I'm doing the same with my giant kohlrabi. And I made a peach crisp! Yay! It's been a while since we've had anything special and yummy around here. I also pulled a gazillion weeds.
Housecleaning will have to wait. I'm busy.