We’ve been working on harvesting a lot of the garden. We pickled the green beans (our new favorite thing to do with them) and froze all the peas. We made some of the zucchini into bread and we’ve been enjoying fresh tomatoes along with dinner.
This weekend we were all out in the garden. Mason and I were picking all the peas. Emma and Caleb were eating them. Every time we would move the colander down the row, Emma would get mad at us. At one point I smiled at her and said, “well, we’re the ones doing the work.” She looked sweetly up at me and said, “Mom! I’m working too! I’m working on eating these peas!”
And another one from Emma’s world:
Emma: Mom, can you cover up my baby?
Me: Sure. (Pulling the blanket up over her baby doll, tucked under her chin)
Emma: No Mom, all of baby. Her face is cold too.
Me: (covering all of baby) How is she going to breathe then?
Emma: (Looking at me like I’m crazy) Mom, she doesn’t breathe. She’s a FAKE!
And because school is officially starting tomorrow and for the next 9 months I will be teacher and mom and the one sending Mason to 1st Grade and Emma to Preschool (already!): Dear Teachers: You’re Not Fooling Me.