Taters For Tots!

Remember when we put together the Vertical potato box with our friend Jack? (Refresh your memory here.)

Yesterday we finally harvested the potatoes. Being of the Jewish persuasion, I can't say this with any real authority, but I'm pretty sure harvesting pototoes is more fun than 1,000 Easter Egg Hunts.

Here's a glimps of the great bounty we harvested from the good earth:


And here's farmer George washing that bounty:


While harvesting, I had an epiphany and decided I was ready to sell the house, move to the county, plant the north 40 with potatoes and live off the fat of the land. And then our friend Sharon sized up our bounty and estimated our cost (once you consider, labor, materials, compost, etc.) at approximately $68.47 per potato.

Perhaps we'll hold off on that move for a while. I gotta call my real estate agent.

The Maker of Trouble

Our life was much simpler before Milo learned to walk:

More Quotes and Pictures

We still don't know a whole lot about Kindergarten, but here is what we do know:

"My P.E. teacher is named Mr. Beard. The funny part is that he doesn't even have a beard."

And,

Grandpa LaLa was here for about 2 weeks. I'd like to post some before and after pictures of our bathroom.

Here's before:



And after!:



Thanks, Grandpa LaLa!

We did get a new deck, though. Here is LaLa working very hard so his son has a place to eat this winter. Alone.

After all my protests I'll go ahead and admit I'm happy with the results of their hard work.



Notice the pretty green he painted the garage?

I hope you are recovering from your relaxing trip to Seattle, we miss you already!

Look Who Started Kindergarten!

Here's George sitting at his desk this morning.



And here he is again after a very fun first day.



Anyone who asked him about his day got a standard response, which was the following.

"I didn't get a time out."

The New Deck

Sorry for the neglect, we've been busy, busy, busy.

We've had guests from Yakima and Grandpapa Lala arrived yesterday. We also hosted a real life food critic for dinner, which is a crazy story good enough for a blog post later.

And I've "needed" to bake a challah every other day and make cookies or cupcakes on the other days. Some days I bake both just to make up for the non-baking weeks in NY.

Clay's about to build us a new deck, which I happen to believe is a terrible idea since summer is done, gone and finished. I'd like for him to instead install the "new" but "hardly used" toilet I purchased on Craig's List and re-tile the junky bathroom upstairs.

No, says Clay. We need a new deck to get us through the dark winter months.

Clay is going to be eating a lot of lonely meals on his deck this winter.

George has had about half a dozen hilarious quotes, many of which I've written on scraps of paper. Here are three of my favorites.

George: "Daddy, are dogs that talk and do karate real?"
Clay: "No."
George: "Good, cause I just had a dream where one was trying to kill me."

Setting: George is in the backseat of the car and spots a bus with a picture of Bart Simpson on the side.

George: The Simpson's aren't appropriate for kids 'cause they use words like fart."
Me: "Really? Have you see the show?" I ask this wondering if my mom let them see it at her house.
George: "No, but I've been focused on it for years."

George: "You know what my biggest problem is?"
Me: "No, what?"
George: "I can't fly."