Showing posts with label 8 months. Show all posts
Showing posts with label 8 months. Show all posts

Saturday, September 6

Alice sells UPS Tshirt Bags




So this is from the trip to the family farm. Alice in a bag of future soiled diapers...they were clean at the time. My cousin took this and posted it on her facebook, but I figured I would share it with all the good time stalkers on the net. :-)

This is one of my Tshirt bags. In fact this is the second one I made. The first looked way more like a Tshirt. Daniel was even surprised this was a Tshirt at one point. The best part is this Tshirt (a free one from campus) has a big UPS logo and phone number on the back advertising for students to work for them. Alice sells UPS!

Wednesday, September 3

Today needs to be a cooking day

So I haven't checked the garden in almost a week. I know, thats not allowed. I had one zucchini still on the plant last time I was there and I was monitoring it from the computer room window. Only it ended up that that zucchini composted itself and I was monitoring a different one. Oops. Here is what I found:

For the record our tile is 12x12. Yeah the big one was too big for me to carry while holding Alice.

Alice saw the camera and got excited! It took me 2 minutes of shouldering the back door to get it open. I am not sure why it seems to want to stay shut. Maybe 'tis humidity or heat, or something happened that warped the frame? Who knows. I just know I don't want to have to take it out of the house to get it in right. Yucky.

I forced her to lie down by the zucchini to compare sizes. She didn't like it very much. Notice the pointing finger. Thats her new thing. Pointing. What a rude little baby.


As you can see sitting up next to the zucchini was more acceptable. So now I just need to motivate myself to cut them all up and freeze them for stir fry and zucchini bread. You know come winter when we won't have a prolific garden. Instead I vacuumed. And I cleaned out the sink. We bought a bag of 10 lbs of chicken legs that I want to cut into pieces and stuff, but I need lots of sink space for that. Sink space and disinfectant. Gross, raw meat.