Sunday, March 13, 2011

Vegetable Garden Journal

Carrots - first planting February 12. I'm not sure if anything came up, because my two footed critter (my daughter, Miranda) kept getting in there. 2nd attempt started March 5. I think! I can't find a calendar to write all this stuff down. I obviously should have written it here from the get go.

Sweet Peas - started February 19. There are some 20 seedlings up now.

Potatoes - (3 varieties) started February 26/27

Onions (sets) - started February 26/27. Loads of onion greens starting to show.

Lettuce mix (seed) - started February 26/27.

I have garlic (or onions) that didn't get harvested last year and a solitary carrot from last year. I'm hoping for a good spring harvest!

Saturday, March 12, 2011

All Too Quiet

To some silence means commitment. To others it's golden. But in my house it means trouble. If I can't hear giggling, screaming, talking, or the pitter patter of little feet (it's actually more of a stomp stomp stomping, to be honest), something is wrong. The Mommy Senses pick up on something. Somewhere, somehow, someone is making a mess.

I spent a little too much time hanging out with big brother on Friday morning. I was checking the web for news on the earthquake and tsunami in the accompaniment of Iron Maiden, naturally. I think little sister may have been a tad jealous of all the lap time that Duncan was getting. All of a sudden I noticed the silence. I went to check on Miranda, you know, just to make sure she's ok.

I followed the footprint to the scene of the crime.

Flour, flour everywhere.

And the little culprit. Those little pants are brown in real life.

She lashes out like a celebrity, "No picture!"

She got in trouble, and I got to work cleaning up the mess. Flour is like sand. It gets everywhere! (haha Amy, I used this quote again!) After my shower, I found Miranda in the kitchen, olive oil in hand. She had mixed it with the whole container of baking soda, and a few tablespoons of salt. She got in trouble. Again. I can't help thinking that she may have been trying to make pretzels or something. Or just making trouble to get a little bit more of Mommy's attention. Thankfully, she was a sweetheart for the rest of the afternoon.