circa 1996

Vivian- helping out her poor sister.

face

i love this face. sometimes i just can't stand it. face. isn't that what they called the cute one on a-team?

It's always a bloodbath by the punchbowl...

So I've been thinking about Lucy's upcoming birthday and trying to come up with an idea that would make it exciting but not too cutesy or spoiled rich kid-ish, when suddenly it came to me: a Hunger Games themed party!

Can't you imagine it? Let all the kids loose at once into a room with various things that could be used as weapons or for survival...then come back in an hour and the last two kids left standing get cake and all the presents. It's perfect.

here is a quick video of eric in action.

it was so fun to watch eric. we had never watched him play soccer, so it was such a pleasure and a delight to watch him scramble and kick some butt.

Boom Boom Pow

Did you guys know that i hate little stickers on fruit? Well, I hate them. I hate that something so basic as fruit off of a tree has somehow been processed to the point where EVERY SINGLE FRUIT in the grocery store must have a little sticker. So, because I hate stickered fruit, and because I've read all those books about buying local food (OK, I haven't read them, but I can imagine what they say), I signed up to have a box of fruits and vegetables from a local farm delivered to my house.

On Tuesday, I came home to find a box on my doorstep. Excited, I opened the box and found:

- 2 small, red delicious tomatoes that Theo and I ate on the spot.
- a small paper bag of little yellow tomatoes, also eaten immediately.
- 4 apples, crunchy and sweet
- 4 zucchini/summer squash...OK, maybe I'll make bread?
- 3 (three!) butternut squash. Even 1 might have been too many for this family.
- a ziplock bag of black-eyed peas. Hmmmm.
- a paper bag of some mystery grain...grits? anyone know what quinoa looks like? I'm stumped.
- a clump of some suspicious looking, wilted greenery.

So, while I'm glad that none of it had stickers and some of it was even dirty, I'm not sure how to actually EAT most of it. Any ideas? Black-eyed peas anybody?

The sweetest note I ever got from a boy...

A sweet note from my Eric:

Dear Mom,

You are the best mom ever. I think you are beautiful. I love the cookies you make. I love you because you make the best food ever. I love it when we snuggle. I love it when you make me feel better when I feel sad.

I love you so much.

Love Eric

what a team!

i love this picture. they are watching Avatar: Da Wastairbenda (as jackson calls it)