I was getting dinner ready tonight, cutting up a head of cauliflower, when Wesley came in. He eyed the cauliflower suspiciously and announced, “I’m not eating that.”
“Aside from your tasting bite, you mean?” I asked.
He folded his arms and said, “I don’t like it.”
I said, “You’ve never tried it. Maybe you’ll think it’s delicious.”
He looked at the cauliflower and said darkly, “I have my doubts, missy.”
The garden is taking off–despite a ruthless battle with the slugs for dominance of the lettuce and kale.
Wesley checking out the rolled-up tendril on the cucumber:
And here’s a bonus pic of the kids:
Wesley asked, “Why do we call her MaryBear?”
In answer, I produce the following exhibit:
Summer is almost here. Inspired by a friend, the kids and I made a list of 100 things to do–because otherwise it is all too easy, especially when it’s hot, to flop down and watch movies all day.
You might be able to guess which items the kids contributed. But Mary’s first two suggestions were “go get ice cream” and “learn about snakes.” I’m not sure why.
It will probably look small, but if you click on it, you should be able to read it. Our plan is to use highlighters to color in the boxes when we do things.
Maggie and Jim came to visit for Maggie’s graduation–she’s Dr. Maggie!
Wesley declined to be photographed, but Mary was all for it.
So, Mary is sick and Wesley was exhausted, so the kids went to bed at 6:30. After I put them to bed, I came downstairs and started making dinner for the adults (braised leeks from Smitten Kitchen).
I was busily braising my leeks–which smell more or less like heaven must smell–and I heard Wesley coming down the stairs. He trotted into the kitchen, fixed me with an accusatory look, and said, “Are you COOKING while I’m in bed?”
I said, “Yes, I am. Are you hungry?”
He said, “No, but I still might WANT some of that.” He stood up on tiptoe to try to see what it was, and then said, “You’re not supposed to cook unless I am here to eat it.” And then he turned around and stalked back upstairs to his bed.
Mary got started filling up the pool–as usual, I had to remind her that the pool will not fill up if none of the water actually goes into it.
The all-important hair-washing:
This year, Wesley is brave enough to participate!
Wesley hollered, “But she is WET AND COLD!”