My backyard garden, with then exception of a couple of handfuls of cucumbers and strawberry plants that are still alive, bit the dust early on last summer. We had a VERY rainy summer early on that caused bad things to happen to my cucumber plants, and then an almost drought at the end of the summer. My bell peppers produced maybe 4 peppers. It was very disappointing. I decided to try out container gardening this year on my front porch since we spend so much time out in the front yard. I'll be more likely to take care of things right in front of my nose. Hopefully.  I ordered heirloom seeds online (because GMOs and non-organic seeds = yuck). They arrived last week :) This morning, after Jack's speech lesson, the kids and I met up with my dad at the local feed store.  I found two 16 gallon containers to get us started and a couple of bags of organic soil.    Dad grabbed his drill and headed to our house to drill drainage holes in the containers. Jack he...

Well it was a little chilly today, so I got away with dressing them in these shirts I had made months ago.  Getting these mostly-okay shots was trying. I have LOTS of "outtakes" haha.    A gal from my parents' church made them for me after I showed her an example of what I wanted, and I ordered the plain grey shirts and onesie from primary.com.    Anyway, they turned out pretty cute :) I'll probably try again in a few weeks if the weather is cool enough.    That boy 💙   These kids 💚💙❤

I tried getting his one month picture before nursing him after he woke this afternoon. Silly me. My generally-content baby was having none of that.    So we nursed.  And he was pleasant once more.    This is his very first time to wear a cloth diaper. Whoop whoop!   

I'll do a one month official post for him in a few days, but I did want to say that it's been officially 4 weeks since he entered this world of ours.    He's still so tiny, but I'll have his updated weight and other stats by the time I write the next post.    Oh, how we love him. 💙  

I haven't washed my hair in over a week. Possibly longer.  I've lost track.  It's not that I enjoy having dirty hair.  Or even that showering isn't a big deal to me.  I'm a pretty cleanliness-conscientious person.  Ask my husband.  I believe in bathing every. single. day.  But these days are wiping me out.  So much so that lifting my arms to scrub my scalp when I finally manage to get in the shower at the end of the day just doesn't seem worth it.  So I don't.  I still bathe. I'm not that far gone.  But, the rest of my 20-30 minute shower is spent standing under the scalding spray of wonderfulness.  Just standing.  Because I am stinking worn out.  I do pretty well during the day, considering I'm getting roughly 4 hours of scattered sleep each night, mostly because of this guy.      But, I get to about 7:30pm each night, and my brain and body jointly say to me,...