A single photo capturing a moment from the week. A moment simple, yet special, something I want to remember in years to come of what our everyday life was like. Inspired by SouleMama.
We have harvested snap peas, bok choy and lettuce. Most of the radishes are in Henry’s belly and new things are starting in the garden. We have squash growing, beans are flowering and producing, there are flowers on our tomato plants!!! and we ate our first broccoli this week. So exciting to see the work you put in actually turn into something! After weeks of wondering what was going to happen, would we have to move the garden, will things grow- they are growing!
It looks like I am fall off pace for entires here, but for good reason. It is summer. We are playing, relaxing, working and reading. Days are spent bike riding, sprinklier hopping, hammock swaying and garden tending. We are busy, but not, we are relaxed, yet are days are full. We had a bout of a weird stomach thing, but we have recovered.
This week we are sprinting out the door to get Henry to his first every summer camp. Legos. Of course. He is having a blast. The rest of us are enjoying spending time together and playing while we wait. It is very hard for us to get out the door and somewhere by nine AM. I suppose you get used to it, get better at it, but I will look forward to next week when our mornings involve leisurely breakfasts and garden watering.
A bit of what we have been up to, surprisingly photos are also not happening, but I do hope to get better as the summer progresses. I want to remember this time.
Today we got back from a Forth of July camping trip An attempt to get away from fireworks for dear Flanders again failed, but we have anxiety medication now, so he weathered through alright. We also exhausted him with swims and hikes and walks, these also exhausted his three human brothers. We all slept through the fireworks.
We missed our first attempt at a ferry crossing, so we spent a few hours playing at the ferry terminal. Nobody seemed to mind- we looked for snails, crabs, watched birds catch fish, saw otters and watched ferry’s go by. Even the baby, with just one nap for the day was on his best behavior. We did make it across to San Juan Island, checked into our campsite and set up camp. The boys were a little bit more than excited to say the least…
And a recap from our time away. Rory had three favorite pastimes- walk around the van, walk over the speed bump and check to see what Flanders is doing.
We took trips to San Juan Island Historical National Park- both the American and English Camps. The boys became Jr. Rangers and one six year old was very much excited about it. We saw bald eagles, osprey, deer, ravens and a lot of shorebirds- include an oystercatcher which was pretty neat.
We hung out near our campsite and tie-dyed shirts, rented a paddleboat and swam in the lake. Mama was the only one not in and she very much wished the weather was a bit warmer! We ate smores. We discovered one boy prefers his marshmallows unroasted while another boy prefers his charred.
We explored around Lime Klin State Park, which is the number one place to see orca whales in the world. We didn’t see anyway, but there was a sighting reported about an hour before we got there. We hiked down to Dead Man’s Bay and we threw rocks into the water.
We went into Friday Harbor and posed by this thing… went to the Whale Museum and ate lunch (at the same restaurant as a local meteorologist no less).
We headed home today early, made the first ferry and enjoyed the sunshine at home today. It was a good trip. It was exhausting, we had sour moments and really happy moments. I hope the boys remember the latter. I love being with these four people, They really are my favorite.
Last week was spent in the land of the midnight sun. Rory’s first trip was celebrated with mastering the art of walking, moose sightings, playing with awesome 70s and 80s toys, hanging out with good friends, enjoying family time and eating delicious food. We were all sad to go (especially Bennett, who cried almost the entire flight back, “I just want to go back to ALASKA…”).
Henry and Dada stayed a bit longer so that Dada could go fishing and Henry could have special time with his Mamie. I am slowly getting things out of Henry of what he did with Mamie and that he missed me about the amount of a speck on his pinkie toe. “I was just having too much fun” he told me. Yeah, I get it. But I missed him terribly and I am happy that he (and his Dada) are home now. Dada did not catch a single fish and neither did the “Bapas and the Brothers” as Henry called them. I still think they had a relaxing time (minus the 3 Am wake-up call) and they couldn’t have asked for better scenery or weather. I am sure they can work out another trip. As for us, next time we head north, it will have to be for longer. There is too much exploring, hanging out and enjoying company that we will have to start extending our visits. Thank you Mamie and Bapa and Uncle Matt for a great visit!
As for Mr. 13 months. He is walking. Everywhere. He throws tantrums when he doesn’t get what he wants (i.e. bangs head on hard surfaces). His pointer finger has got to be getting pretty tired with all the work it has been doing lately. He loves reading and will chase you down with book in hand until you stop and scoop him up in your lap. Dada and I call his time period the danger zone because he is so darn cute. Whispy hair curls, drunken sailor walking, wanting to explore and touch everything, learning something new every minute- it is so exhausting and so wonderful. Rory, keep on doing what you are doing, although we all could use a little bit more consistency in our nighttime sleeping… WE LOVE YOU.
When one leaves for a week and returns, oh how things have changed! Things are growing! This week we harvested raspberries by the bowl full, spinach, chard, kale, bok choy, snap peas and radishes. And look! We have squash blossoms, and the tomatoes and doubled in size (thank you ferilizer and rain!) and the corn is nearly knee high.
This week was spent weeding (yes, those grew in abundance as well) during nap hours and planning for next year (oh the plans we have). This garden is well loved, well thought and well watered (hello, sprinklers + boys = bliss). I love that things are growing, that Bennett can fit forty raspberries in his hand and then stuff them into his mouth. That the boys entertained themselves for at least fifteen minutes playing with snap peas (the peas were people the pods were buses- people were getting run over, picked up and chased) and that it came from just a little ways down from the house. I look forward to the years we have here to get this gardening thing right. Just where to plant things, what to plant and when. It is a work in progress that we all so look forward to mastering.