What a wacky summer. I'm glad we got in all that fun at the beginning because it got a little un-fun when classes started up. Milo's second birthday was a bright spot, along with a visit from Nonna and Nonno.
G and Nonno got right to it, ripped off our decrepit (sp?) crumbling roof and re-roofed the whole thing, while dodging the fairly frequent rain interspersed with roasting high nineties.
The boys have been growing and changing so quickly. Milo all of a sudden decided to start talking and repeating and saying a lot, so it's gotten even louder around here. I confess to yelling my head off repeatedly because I cannot stand them using the couch as trampoline and diving board and cannot get them to stop. Go ahead, call me what you want. It makes me so insane to think about a trip to the ER, yet they are just like the waves in the ocean, they have to chase eachother while screaming, they have to jump like banshees and they are driven to kicking balls around the house, despite my best efforts to contain, redirect or place limits on the area where said activities are done. *sigh*

So, when these crazy-making things aren't happening, and when all of the bedding is not in the living room for some mysterious purpose, our life is sometimes calm. Which is to say, not much. :)

In my less crazy moments, or you could say, MORE crazy moments I am so thrilled to see these happy healthy robust and precocious boys. I have found Milo snuggled up with Rowan in the top bunk sleeping together, which makes me so happy and they really do play well together most of the time when they aren't TRYING to make the other one crazy.

We've had lots of rain around here, for some reason, including highs in the fifties, yep--late July. The boys had a great day in the rain which started normally enough on Wed. Rowan likes to put his sweatshirt on backwards and his raincoat on forwards, so that he can protect his face from the rain, so that's what you see in the pic of them checking on the chickens. Then... well, I have no idea, but you see that the skin is at least as effective as a rain jacket there!

what summer brought

So you see below the fruits of the season, har har, and the boys growing and changing. Milo is talking a lot more, and turns TWO years old this week. They amaze and amuse us constantly.
They're racing in a fast car with helmets on there, in that picture, one morning with George. Not to mention the strawberry inspired art while I was jamming a dozen (YEAH) half pints of monroe goodness.
School is screeching back into high gear, so what am i doing? well, recording our new chickens etc. Only fitting, right?

I realized I need to put a new section on the side, Boy books. It's my new thing. Now what to do with these boys, now that babyhood is fast slipping away? how can that already be happening? Milo is in underpants full time, Goodbye diapers! that was really fast. How amazingly speedy.

We have four new hens at our house, and they deliver fresh eggs almost every day. Cabot would like to have a few minutes alone with them, so that he could DEVOUR them, but Rowan is so worried about it, it'll never happen.

Our garden is going gangbusters after miraculously avoiding all the hailstorms, and soaking up our rainy june. Too bad I planted so poorly, no beans came up, and the peas didn't even go in until after mothers day. oh well. next year. next year it's gonna be HUGE! next year we will be humming a graduation tune for me, and looking around at kindergarten for Rowan. *shudder*

I think I'll enjoy the now. now... now... !

SUMMER fruit