But on the upside: the grass is cut, the driveway is ready for sealing, the wasps only have a few short hours to live (use them well, little stingers! The foam guy is coming!), and I currently have 4 new types of jam, about 20 jars of it. DELISH! I have never made jam before - well, I helped my parents when I was younger, but soon realized that things were much safer/happier/less insane if I left for that weekend. I don't know if it's cheaper, definitely not healthier (7 cups of sugar in one batch! Ugh!), but it was immensely satisfying to make my own jam. I think I have some residual Hornsveld craziness that way. I was catching myself thinking, "Wow. this is fun. We could do another bushel!"only to realize that 20 jars of jam is probably more than enough jam for the next 5 years. But there was this crazy sense of feeling so connected to the past, to my family (and not just my sisters who helped - well, when they finally returned. Didn't think Burlington was that confusing), but my parents and grandparents. Grand Tally: 6 jars of Peach Jam, 1 jar of Peach/Pear/Apple, 2 of Peach/Miexed Berry, and about 7 of a Peach/Raspberry/Lavender freezer jam.
Nadia's Checkerboard Design
|Jam, Jam, Wonderful Jam!|
And I measured my kids again. Emma grew about an inch and a half the last 2 months. And Evan grew about 2 and a half! Absolutely insane. I guess this is why we go through a lot more food. And the clumsiness. Hey, I wonder if I can still claim that excuse . . .
|Emma fell asleep mid song - but trying to keep Little Stinker (aka Evan) away from her was next to impossible!|