Patrolling the back yard
Yup. I think I’m getting used to having these four-legged critters around.
How to can tomato sauce
1. Order a half bushel of tomatoes.
What?! We went to another soccer tournament this weekend? Why, yes, yes, we did.
The team made it to the final. They’d lost to the other team in the first round.
Then their goalie got a nosebleed partway through and had to be subbed off until it had completely stopped. Yeah, that’s my kid. The coach says that his team loves to give him a heart attack. It seems to motivate them.
Not to worry! She’s back.
“Mom, I heard the trophies are HUGE!”
Well, you get take one home. Somehow you kept the ball out of the net during those last panicked moments. You won!
Why is winning so sweet? But it is.
Reunion
So it lasted about three minutes. Still, it was sweet.
Party time
I have the best husband with whom to co-host birthday parties for children. Give him an idea (say, an Olympics theme) and the next thing you know odds and ends from the garage, basement and attic appear in the back yard, arranged into an obstacle course, or high jump (with bouncy landing pad), or relay track.
This was a three hour party. At least two hours were spent on the Olympic events in the back yard. For a full hour, kid you not, the mostly-seven-year-old crowd lined up and took turns jumping over a pool noodle onto a mattress to great cheers and applause.
As you can see for yourself.
