Eight Weeks

Good gracious me! I can not believe it has already been eight weeks since I got a new boyfriend. He's getting good and fluffy and starting to smile and coo. I really like this stage. Plus as an added bonus he only wakes up once in the middle of the night. Always around 4am. I can handle that.

Brotherman is practicing his air punches after watching 30 Day Shred with Jillian a few too many times.

End of a Season

Well gardening season number one is officially over for me. I've let the garden go to seed and occasionally get out and check to see if anything is still growing. If it is, great. If not, I'm not sad. Its just too hot to go outside right now. I'm ready for August to be done. I put a lot of energy into worrying mostly about the darn watermelons. We had several growing at the same time but for some reason they would get to be the size of a football and then split open. Sadness. We did harvest one that tasted good and there might be a second one out there ready. I should check, but I probably won't. I also spotted a cantaloupe growing. I'm not sure if its going to make it to ripeness, but it would be a great surprise. All in all we harvested many zucchini, yellow squash, butternut squash, tomatoes, green peppers, jalapeno peppers, carrots, snow peas, basil, cilantro, parsley, and watermelon. Fantastic! I plan to revamp the planting arrangement and figure out what will grow in the second growing season of the year. Happy gardening to the rest of you who haven't given up yet.

*Side note, of course I always put on my best clothes when working in my garden, duh. Actually it just my new favorite shirt from Target.

One Month

Yesterday we celebrated Brother-man's first month birthday. Noelle kept asking how old he was and I said, "One month."

She said, " No, no like how many is he?"

Clearly she has no concept of months its just whittled down to years and when she starts Kindergarten.

Today is the last day of summer. I'd be jumping up and down if I wasn't still feeling the gravitational effects of post pregnancy weight. However, my heart is full of joy watching Noelle get excited. I think she has drawn about seventy pictures for her new teacher.

Last week we met the new teacher. Her classroom was "super awesome" to quote Noelle. However there was one snafu which I should have seen coming. Everything was very organized and each child had a name card on their desk and a homework folder with their name on it. Even though I tried endlessly on all the paperwork to make sure they understood that we call her Noelle, her first given name was on EVERYTHING. She doesn't respond to that name. Also, they spelled our last name wrong. Double fail. I guess I'll need to go to the office and fix that. Lame.

I guess that's what I get for insisting that Noelle sounded better as a middle name. It just doesn't roll off the tongue the other way around. Lesson learned.