summer veg
uber cool
snitched from mama’s garden
roadside loveliness
sweet cherries from williamson
he’s for real
will heaven look like this?
what the farmer left in our field
being incredibly eager to go
golf at papa’s (in maine)
jameson’s new passion
balancing ball on tee = hardest part
papa bruce is the MAN.
yes, they really were fantastic on the road to and from maine
“mom, i’m like a big boy. take a picture, mom.”
Our first summer here is… flying by. Rooms that still need to be settled, first attempts at gardening, guests coming and going, sisters buying houses, friends buying houses, and trying to fit in “summer stuff” in all the cracks (sort of unsuccessfully, it seems) has made for busy weeks. I swear the fields were just being plowed, and then yesterday I looked, and the corn is as high as an elephant’s eye.
I don’t mind, really, because it’s fun and real and life. I only mind when I realize it’s Jameson’s last few months as a three year old and *choke on tears* I want him to stay little forever.
The summer of 1 and 3 — that’s how I keep thinking of this. So incredibly special.
Jameson and Merrick at a parade on the 4th:
William at the parade — a little on the hot side:
Jameson in Carina’s new pool (and yes, I did eventually get him into the water!:
Our week without Ryan was:
a check-up for Jameson (“What a strong, intelligent young boy you have, mom,” said the doctor. Well. That’s rather obvious, isn’t it?)
annuals, perennials, and mulch from the nursery.
weeding, spraying, planting, mulching.
bike-riding, baseball, bike-riding, basketball, bike-riding, little people, and bike-riding.
books and snuggles and a slow morning or two.
playdates with friends. (pb&j is so much more fun when shared, isn’t it?)
a sweet auntie who slept in our yellow guest room and helped keep the boogey man at bay.
only making dinner when I felt so inclined, and especially being glad to have had the inclination for this.
the farmer’s market, and two little boys who love running through the park after that long, arduous ordeal of selecting salad greens. (“Look, Mom, the pay-gus!”, exclaims Jameson. That would asparagus, for all of you who were wondering.)
a special make-memories night of lots of kid games, rolling out pizza dough with a pint-sized rolling pin, and bedtime stories with auntie.
missing Ryan, but deciding to love a week with these two boys I love (which isn’t too hard to do, you know.) Because we may have other weeks to ourselves, but they won’t be this age, doing these things. And right now is pretty much as special as it gets. I am challenged every single day, but the truth is, being a mother to two little guys, my little ducklings who follow me wherever I go, is just amazing.
The headline in today’s Rural News (our local paper) made my heart race:
“Gas & Steam Engine Show June 12, 13”
I grabbed the paper and excitedly got all the details. Tractors, trains, wagons, horses — and all down the road at our local museum. I was probably grinning ear to ear, when suddenly I just had to laugh at myself.
Gas & Steam Engine Show? Really? Really?? That’s what got my attention and made my heart race?
I am a mother of boys. I had no idea how much fun that would be, but it’s a blast.
We’ve been working on our first vegetable garden.
Ryan did the tilling…
… and I did the planting.
Our new lights were installed in the kitchen.
One…
… two!
I got our guest room emptied of boxes and set up for company…
… and I cut fresh flowers for the house.
Just in case you think it’s all girly and flowery around here:
Aren’t they cute?
[funniest part: when he almost knocks himself down with the light saber. also, when he puts his finger on the ground at the end, he’s actually saying, “mom, please kneel here and help me.” my kids come up with their own sign language. geniuses, i tell ya. and lastly, yes, it’s true that william lives most of his life in a t-shirt and diaper. what can i say.]