Black Friday has a price

Everyone has been buying online, and Andrew has been working a lot this week.  He's been coming home after baby is asleep, so they haven't really spent time together this week.

Tonight, though, and you got home in time to see baby. It was so cute. And you got down on his hands and knees and crawled toward baby. Baby toddled across the room to Daddy and give him a big hug around his arm.  They've been sitting together while Daddy eats a late dinner and baby finishes his bottle.

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.