Oliver surprised me this week with a cool trick. He made a candle, lit it, then when it had burned out, HE ATE IT! I was taken aback, to say the least. (The candle was a piece of a cheese stick with a slivered almond for the wick).
Saturday's harvest was a pleasant surprise. Jeff gathered these lovely veggies from the garden we (he) had planted and then practically ignored the rest of the summer. Nice of the food to grow for us. But now we have to eat it all... That's not a bad thing, despite what Charlotte's face may suggest.
There's no such thing as too much love. Or is there?
Jeff's a patient papa.
The boys have had a lot of fun playing hockey on the driveway. Cute little goal cages, coupled with the mini sticks (it's only the ends of sticks they're using), makes a perfect drive-way size hockey rink. Field. Whatever. Notice Oliver's Vibram 5 Fingers that he bought (that's where his lawn mowing money went this year - poor kid will probably outgrow them by next month).