gardening
Three kids. Oh. Wow. We have to adjust and adapt. Lots of this lately: Baby wakes up and has wet a little through onto the bed. Spit up. On me. The bed. I remove his diaper and think–where’s a clean one–while I’m fumbling for it, his lovely water fountain of pee erupts like a happy geyser. Me wet. Bed wet. Pillows wet. Still fumbling for a clean diaper. Cursing my glasses as I can’t find them. Get new diaper. Before I get it on, the churning of the poo begins and then me, bed, pillow (wet), clean diaper, and freshly awakened husband sprayed by a hose of poop. Then things like this happen. Big kids in tub with me and baby. SuperBoy decides to dump water on his sister who in turn decides to practice her swimming kicks–in his face. They’re both crying, the baby in my arms is trying desperately to get away from me, scooting scootching toward them, the fight, the thrill, the fray. I’m hollering for AA to come get the baby so I can deal with the big kids. When we do all get out of the tub, dripping in annoyance with each other, and I put her on the toilet, she promptly forgets her head is her center of gravity and falls off. Splat. Right onto her head by way of a stool catching the corner of her temple. Screaming. Everyone. So you could say it’s a little busier around here. We’re still determined to be as crunchy, natural, odd-ball as possible. Despite…
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I was too quick to discount my husband’s amazing garden efforts in discussing our failed garden here {Recap on Garden: Don’t Use Seeds}. Here at the end of October, the carrots and parsnips came out of the ground. Mostly because SuperBoy has been wildly couped up indoors and I needed a specific task for him to help me with. So we unearthed what I thought would be remarkably puny carrots and parsnips. O contraire mon frere. Only one beet made it out alive. I think the nasty squirrels went for those stalks hardcore. AA hates our squirrels. A lot. The carrots were so sweet and crunchy! Guess who dipped them in applesauce and humus for lunch? Oh, Mr. SuperBoy. SuperBoy declared victory over the garden. And a great chance to get lots of dirt everywhere. Including in my hair. Woot!
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So I was the skeptic, I’ll admit it. Somehow I envisioned AA’s seed-started garden as a small assortment of very very small plants. Instead, we’re living in our own CSA. Check out the beginning photos of our new garden here {Our New Garden Part 1} and our grand plans for it here {Prepping for Your Garden: When Is It Too Early To Plan?}. Yeah, I’m always writing about compost and how great it is, so check these posts out too if you need a little inspiration on turning your kitchen scraps into your garden’s dream boat (what’s that phrase about one man’s trash being another’s treasure? Literally.) here {Our Compost Is Lovely} and here {Composting for Beginners}. A girlfriend asked about our garden yesterday, and I realized I’ve been meaning to publish this post. So here’s the lowdown. And yes, girlfriend, it is funny when people ask about aspects of our lives based on what they read on the site 🙂 Funny in a good way! 1) Tomatoes: not from seed, and my only part of the garden. I am so glad AA has taken on most of the garden, but my little loves in the ground are these 9 or so tomato plants. Can’t wait to have some tomatoes!! I took these photos last week, and the little tomatoes are ALREADY forming. So these photos are out of date, and under representative of the glory of my tomato patch. AA has planted rouge watermelon in MY tomato patch!!! He…
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