Good Thing Tomatoes Were Made on the Third Day

Last night when Jonah was going to bed, we were talking about creation. I was asking him to tell me what was created on each day. When we got to the fourth day, I asked him about that.

"Um... I don't know..." he said.

"Come on... It's your favorite thing!"

"Uhhhh...."

"Jonah. Your favorite part! The part you like the very best..." I was sure he'd say, "Sun, moon and stars" right away. The kid is obsessed with outer space to the extent that he usually adds, "...and black holes and galaxies and asteroids and planets and white dwarfs!" But this time when I mentioned his "favorite thing" all he could think was:

"Um... Spaghetti!"

Story Time

Foolishness Is Bound in the Heart of a Child

Jonah was putting away the silverware from the dishwasher. "Grr! Why do I have to do the silverware? I just only feel like laying around and doing NOTHING!"

Me: "Ah, yes, I know how that feels. But it is my job as your mother to purge that laziness out of you so that you become a hardworking man."

J: "No! My laziness stays in! It's in a special sack! It can never come out!"




M: Blink. Bwahahahahaha!

Taggie

I got crafty today!






What is it, you ask? Why, it's a Taggie! I will readily admit that I totally ripped off this idea. These things sell for 20-30 bucks on the Taggie website! I was skeptical when I first saw one, but when I saw how much my friend's baby enjoyed it, I realized it's a pretty cool toy. It's just a soft little blankie, 13 inches square, with loops of ribbon sewed in along the edges. The ribbons are all different colors and textures and babies love to feel them with their fingers and mouths. Mine has soft fleece on one side and a cute little stripe and daisy printed cotton on the other. I only used materials that I had around from other projects.

I'm inclined to save it for Evan for Christmas, but I think he'll be ready to enjoy it before then, so I probably won't be able to wait that long. It's such great entertainment for a little guy!

Motherload

I peaked into my pepper plants and found piles of these gorgeous red bells! It's the first time I've ever grown them, and I think I'm in love. I've let green bell peppers ripen to red before, but the usually don't make it that long. This is a variety I started from seed called "Big Red" and they're just lovely!



Now... what to make with these yummy treats?

Yum

It began like this:





And ended like this:




Organic spelt "crawly noodles" with Italian pork meatballs, my specialty pasta sauce, and ricotta cheese made with milk from my own goats. The meat came from our Amish neighbors, so the only ingredient that came from "afar" was the pasta.

The whole assemblage was mighty yummy. If I do say so myself.

Things That Makes Me A Little Nuts

~Evan has no "table manners" whatsoever. Does he smile sweetly and say, "Oh, thanks so much for the delicious milk, Mother dear"? Oh, no. He wiggles and squirms and kicks and claws and grunts and then complains if the milk is not coming out fast enough for his liking. It's a good thing the little ingrate is so cute...

~He also feels the need to stop nursing repeatedly so he can look around, preventing me from doing anything else while he nurses but latch him back on every 45 seconds.

~How does one small family generate so much laundry?

~Jonah wants to watch a movie. Jonah wants to play a computer game. Jonah wants Mommy to read to him. Jonah wants to watch a movie. Jonah wants...

~The houseflies.

~My to-do list is just endless, and my productivity does not seem equal to it. Also, the things I need to do don't seem to coincide with the things I want to do.

~It must be fall because the big, ugly, hairy, leggy, fast, yucky spiders are coming into my house in herds.

~Yes, that's right, actual herds of spiders.

~Evan woke up to nurse around 4:15 this morning. While he was nursing, he filled his diaper. He doesn't usually do that at night anymore, but once in a while, it happens. So I picked him up to go change him and I realized that he was a little... moist. So was I. And my bed. We were covered in poop. At 4:30 in the morning.

~Jonah wants to watch a movie. Jonah wants to play cards. Jonah wants to listen to a tape. But mostly, Jonah wants to watch a movie. Also, a glass of milk.

~I regularly dose my goats with supplemental copper. Opal takes it just fine, but Strawberry is wise to this, and even if I hide the her dose behind my back, she sees me coming and she takes off. When I finally catch her, she stiffens her neck and clamps her jaw shut and when I force it in her mouth anyway, she literally falls over on the ground and moans. It's not really that bad, but you'd think it were torture.

~Sometimes I put Evan in a baby swing that I was given. It usually keeps him entertained for approximately 6 minutes at a time. This swing has a feature where it can play little tunes (overandoverandoverandover). I usually leave that off, but of course, Jonah turns it on. It sorta makes me wanna puncture my own ear drums.

~Now the houseflies are crawling around on the rim of my water glass. Ew.

~I spend a good portion of my day trying to explain to Jonah how much time until whatever it is that he's waiting for. "How long until Evan's done nursing?" "How long until supper?" "How long until we go to the library?" "When are we going to go for a walk?" "How long until my birthday?" Etc. ad nauseum. Whatever my answer --"Pretty soon" "In an hour" " A couple days" "A few minutes" "Next year"-- he immediately says, "In a few minutes?"

~Obviously, I'm a little short on patience today. I hate days like this.


I should really go take out my bad-mommy-day on some houseflies.