Where did my tiny baby go?

Baby's hair was getting too long, and growing in unevenly.  I haven't wanted to cut it because cutting it makes him a big boy instead of the tiny baby.

But the time had to come.

Before

First cut

Mid cut

All done.

Happy Thanksgiving, sad baby

Looking for a comfortable seat

You know baby likes you if he sits on you.  He's found a nice perch on Andrew's arm, but sometimes he likes to get even closer.

Where did it all go?

80 or so bags of leaves.  80 bags.  That is an enormous amount.  They took over a good chunk of my back yard, and made the yard look like a land fill. I have three compost heaps going already and I was beginning to think I wouldn't have time to deal with it all.  Then Andrew spent a good hour maybe more mowing it all and collecting the result into a corner of the yard.  Raking and mowing, and doing out more bags and mowing and raking again.

Baby and I went to the grocery store.

This is what I came home to:

It's difficult to tell from the picture, but that's a pile about 5' x 5' x 3'.  

And in other news, baby has entered the bronze age.  He's creating tools. 

One giant step for a baby...

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Make like a tree and leave

I've been in a cyclone of uncertainty for a while now.   Things and people I thought I knew and had a handle on have turned upside down.  Some of the ideals I thought were bed rock facts have been shaken.

 But you can only control what you can control, right?  So, I've been making compost.  If you don't see the logic flow, I don't blame you.

  But I've always wanted a flourishing vegetable garden, and it's fall,  and compost is made of leaves that breakdown to feed a garden.  You dont need money, just time and energy.  I have bits of time, and bursts of energy, and no money.

Leaves and more leaves

That is 5 bags brown paper leaf bags, 15 kitchen bags, and 53 big garbage bags.  Amazingly, my former RSP and her husband, the bishop, dropped off almost all of these.  10 came from a friend, Andrew raked up the yards of two neighbors, and i raked our own yard.  

And used grounds from a coffee shop.


And a birthday gift from Andrew: a pitchfork.

So, if Armageddon does happen, I'll have a kick ass vegetable garden to feed the family next summmer.  Or at least closer.

A message on this election day :

Vote for the real choice.

He's got work to do.

at the fabric store

I was mulling over some remnants and thinking about a quilt project I've been planning (as opposed to all the Christmas crafting I need to do), and letting baby get into a little trouble because that's what babies do best, right?  I look up from a piece of micro suede in a golden brown (but does it really work in a quilt? Could I make the whole top in micro suede? It's a wall hanging, not a bed spread, does it matter? Does it come enough colors?) And baby has taken control of the cart, and gotten halfway down the aisle.
He can stand unsupported for several seconds now, and I'll swear in a court of law that he took a step on his own last night, but he's far from consistant.
Another customer saw him pushing the cart, but didn't see me for a split second.  Her expression was priceless.

We went to the park today.  Baby was fascinated by the bridge.  It's purposely a bit unstable, like a rope bridge.  He spent a good 20 minutes crossing it.  He'd start on the landing, backing up like he was descending stairs, then halfway he would flip around.  

You see one foot has a little brown and tan bootie?  I made a pair for him for Halloween, but also as practice shoes.  He's used to socks, of course, but soon he'll be walking on his own.  

Happy belated Halloween

At our church's trunk or treat.  We were the 3 bears.

At Anderson farms. Baby was not too keen on the wheel barrow.

Family pile up.  Just for the fun of it.