I’ve got him covered

My drawer full of bibs just weren’t cutting it against the sweet potatoes and carrots and all the other deeply colored pureed ooze we try to shovel into our little guy’s mouth.

Here’s my solution:

The super bib from the front…

from the back…

and in action.

This photo actually doesn’t do justice to the clothes-protecting powers of the super bib. Here the booger encrusted (though less encrusted than he might have been thanks to the retouching tool in i-Photo) baby is merely eating cereal puff things. But you can imagine how effectively it protects elbows and shoulders, no?

I really need to make a dozen more!

watch out!

Can you hear how proud he is of his fluffy-haired-quadruple-toothed-crawling-on-hands-and-knees self?

He’s unstoppable I tell ya.

veggie pickin’

Our homeschool group took a trip up to an organic farm in Platteville CO to get a taste of what it is really like to harvest your own veggies. (Most of these pics were taken by Brenna.)

We rode in the trailer behind that tractor up there. They took us from field to field where we stooped down in search of potatoes, cabbages, beets, turnips, artichokes, carrots, onions, corn, pumpkins, celery, squash…

It was hot, sweaty work, but we came home with quite a load!

And Hunter had another cozy day of hours spent in a Sweet Pod. (The pattern writing is coming along nicely, just have to finish some illustrations and I’ll be ready for some testers!)

There was also some crazy fun things for the kids to play on back at the home base.

in the jar

I have vivid memories helping my mom can peaches when I was little. The job us kids got, sliding the warm slimy skins off the quickly boiled peaches, seemed like the funnest job of all.

So I got some of my little men to help me with a peach canning adventure. We by no means have a year supply ( it’s more like a week if my kids had their way), but we did it.

I bought a box of peaches at the nearby farmer’s market. I remember as a kid going with my mom and grandma to actual orchards to pick peaches. I can totally see my mom standing on a ladder and reaching for fruit in my mind’s eye. Those trips to Emmet, Idaho eventually stopped as little farms and orchards became big ones or closed down and as more migrant workers came in. The state of food and farming has sure changed in my lifetime.

We’ve got these jars full of sweet, sticky memories though– for the season at least.