summer

I had food poisoning on my birthday. But Sam and Stephanie decorated for me, including with our birthday ring on the table, and our banner:



(You can see that he's started chewing on his t-shirt again; there was a couple of weeks early in the last kindergarten year when he was doing this, along with several classmates, apparently, and recently it started again. Yuck. Like most such habits, though, I think it'll go away faster if we ignore it; certainly bugging him about it hasn't seemed to help.)

Last Saturday, with summer Farmer's Market/CSA bounty in its full glory, this was our dinner. 5 different vegetable combinations, dressed just with salt, pepper, olive oil, and vinegar (ok, and a couple had been sauteed in butter). With bread and cheese. SO YUMMY.



Frida is acting like a toddler these days. Today, she was delighted to discover that her soccer ball fits into the napkin&towel drawer in the kitchen. She is into systematic relocation of stuff, and has a longer attention span about it than she used to. All of the CDs she can reach go onto the floor (from the CD racks); all of the books on a shelf go onto the floor; all of the things on the living room floor over the baby gate:



And she initiates games. Where's Frida?



There she is!



(Note highchair tray with dinner remnants; she ate a surprising quantity of roast pork chop, along with some rice and peaches. She's been eating a lot more lately-- ever since a Fried Chicken Breakthrough on July 4th (girl LOVES fried chicken) and seems bigger in all dimensions.)