Friday, August 29, 2008
Thursday, August 28, 2008
Wednesday, August 27, 2008
Tuesday, August 26, 2008
Being a Sunday afternoon, we normally would have taken naps first, but I was a little stir crazy from the past week and anxious to get out the door. Three girls overdue for a nap and one very small backseat do not a good combination make. Add this to close proximity to mom and dad (who also could have used a nap) and your left with close to a deadly combination. Luckily, the one in the middle crashed first making a natural border between the other two warring bodies. Soon Bear fell asleep too, so it turned out to be a rather relaxing Sunday drive.
Dh makes a great apple pie so we were looking for some good pie apples. The recipe is from a favorite local restaurant Cap City Diner. It calls for 8 sticks of butter-- anything with 8 sticks of butter has to be good, right?
We spent quite some time searching the orchard for the Paula Reds. When we did find them most of the early trees were empty. We eventually found a few good trees when Bear declared she had to go to the bathroom -- should have seen that coming. I convince her she can wait only to have Banana inform me she now has to go as well-- really should have seen that coming. We get to the end of the Paula Red row with barely enough apples to fill a fourth of the bag. Being the frugal (read: cheap) mom that I am, if we are going to pay for a bag of apples that bag is going to be filled (read: bursting at the seams). I decide if the pie apples aren't in season I will gather some eating apples, Fuji sounded good. So I decide to schlep across the orchard with Bophie while dh takes the other two to the bathroom.
We finally get to the Fuji apples and they are nowhere near ripe. At that time, I start to hear thunder. Dh had told me it was going to rain and I had the headache to prove it, but he said it was to start late in the evening and it was still early afternoon. I pick a few apples and hear the the brood returning. Dh really wants to make a pie so while taking the girls to the restroom he asked about other pie apples. Turns out the row next to the Paula Reds is Cortland apples, and they also are pretty good pie apples. So we turn around and hike back to the Cortlands, thunder continues to brew. We pick some Cortlands and I ask dh how many pies he plans to make. We have enough for 1 maybe 2 pies at the time, but only half the bag is full. He of course says one, so we are left looking for more eating apples.
I had passed the Gala apples on my way to the Fuji and they looked fantastic, so we again made the haul across the orchard to fill our bag. It is at this time (bag only half full, thunder looming, 3 girls tired from the multiple hikes across the orchard) the handles on the bag break. Unfazed, I continue on my mission of filling the apple bag. I take the older girls for more apples, dh decides the storm is coming close and we are going to get caught and takes the baby to get the car. The girls and I were stuffing, shoving, and piling the last apples into the bag when the first drops began to fall. By the time we made the 30 second drive to the store to pay for our bag (and buy cheese and jerky for dh), it was coming down in bucketfuls.
Monday, August 25, 2008
I always enjoy biking with my girls. It is a little bit of exercise, but it is also a little chance to chat. Last summer, Bear was still in the trailer with Bophie so it gave me some one-on-one time with Banana. This year Bear is on the bigger two-wheeler and I am enjoying the talks we have as we bike around the neighborhood.
On this particular afternoon I was reminded of how hot and dry it has been and how dead the lawn is since we haven't yet watered. We planted some new holly bushes that I may have neglected to the point of no return. I also am a little worried about a poor tree that is losing too many leaves too early.
Bear put it all in perspective on our bike ride. We passed a house with a nice lush lawn, well tended, sprinklers going full blast. As we turn the corner Bear asks,"Why do you think they have sprinklers going without any kids playing in them?" I love the priorities of a 5 year old. I hope our sprinklers are always growing kids... I think today I'll water the lawn/kids.
Saturday, August 23, 2008
Friday, August 22, 2008
Wednesday, August 20, 2008
Banana, Bear, and Bophie are my three daughters. I toyed with calling this blog "No Princesses Allowed." This house is overrun with girls, but I detest all things princessy. My girls are all girls (no tomboys here), but contrary to popular opinion little girls are NOT princesses nor must they aspire to be such.
Banana is 8. She takes after her dad and is an avid reader. I can't make enough trips to the library and I think over her lifetime we will spend enough at amazon to warrant some kind of award. She once said, "I wish I could just spend the whole day reading." She was of course trying to find a way to get out of helping unload the dishwasher.
Bear is 5 and as close as this house has to a tomboy. She is still all girl, but much more physical and so much more energy to be contained. She wants to go, go, go. She still wants to be thrown in the air and loves to be tickled. She is always the first to come for a hug.
Bophie is 2. She is as close as we have to a princess. She loves her dresses, her pigtails, and her dolls. The stroller is her favorite toy, unless you count the dog. She especially enjoys pushing the dog in the stroller. Thankfully the dog tolerates it.
I am a sahm. I homeschool our girls and treasure all the time I am able to spend with them. It isn't always pretty, but it is always an adventure.