Busy Daddy

Speaking of Daddy projects Ro got a new sand pit this week. Lucky girl!

More baby proofing

Hey Daddy, the house needs more baby proofing. Go!

Added slats makes the back porch safe for Ro...

who gives them a good rattle, deems them safe...

 and crawls inside to grab a book: just like Grandpa Colin!

Thanks, Daddy!

pole beans

Small harvest, enormous satisfaction.

baby proof

Hey Daddy, it's time to move your electronics drawer up... again.

Back to walking

Linton and I were so good at taking weekend walks before getting bogged down in home buying. (Can you say first world problems? I can.) But we went on another walk this weekend, and it was bliss.

Outside

Dumpster diving plus half off plants equals a container for $1.75. I am so pleased with self. (I say dumpster diving, but really a neighbor moved out and left the planter next to the trash. But 'taking stuff from the side of a trash can' doesn't have the same ring as dumpster diving.)

Fuchsias in one of Mama II's old baskets. You know you have to keep your old grandparents happy in the beyond. 

Speaking of which, tomato world grows a pace. 

And we were almost knee high by the fourth of July.

And now...

When you've just bought a house, when your sister and her family are moving home, when you are about to turn thirty (gulp), your parents just might deliver a big car load of your childhood stuff. You might end up drinking too much wine and reading old correspondences and journals. And this is a very good way to deal with the fact that your house just got a whole lot quieter. 

Excited to hike.

Sunday morning getting ready for a hike: I scramble some eggs for the baby while Linton gets the supplies packed by the door. But Ro is so excited at the sight of her hiking backpack that she can't eat her eggs, and is throwing a little fit to get out of her highchair. Linton comes over and says, "I've got this." I leave to get my things and come back to Rhona happily eating her eggs... from her hiking backpack. Hey, whatever it takes.