"What do you mean, only water? What else would I put in waffles?"
"I don't know. Just all that STUFF."
"I don't know what you're talking about. These are just normal waffles."
Between you and me.... I have been known to add the following things to the waffles:
Also for the record, the waffles in the photo had apple sauce added to the mix. And she loved them.
Note to self: children may be getting too big to trick into eating healthy.
Ahh, summer days. Big breakfasts after swim practice, tired children because of many swim meets, not to mention for fun swimming in the afternoons and evenings.... And our swim meets are held at places like this, where the John Deere Dealership is just a stone's throw from the community pool. Go Ivy go!!
I've even been able to escape for lane swimming (alone!!) and have been teaching myself the flip turn. I can't do it without plugging my nose though.
Our journeys through wheat fields to attend meets in neighboring communities are sometimes long, but there is always the perfect contrast of blue and gold to marvel at along the way. Sure, it would be a lot nicer if there were a Target nestled in between the lentils and the wheat, but you know
I've been doing all of my running alone lately. Summer running season is at it's finest, and the only thing that could make it better is the return of my running parter. Oh Sarah, you are dearly missed.
Running alone gives me plenty of time to scope the landscape for abandoned lavender plants and then return to the site, clippers in hand, to more-than-help-myself to a big bundle. Perfect for little gifts, also to put around the house so the kids can knock the bouquets over and get lavender pods all over the carpet.
Below you will see a photo of my sons bicycle. It is 7:20 am and he is at the home of his teacher, who lives in our neighborhood. She has offered to give him some help with reading a few days a week. He loves it so much he actually does his homework with me with (almost) no opposition.
Things like this make me never want to leave our little Colfax. It's nice to feel safe, and to know there are people who like my kids and help them just because they can.
Kids home all day means a lot more patience required from me regarding messes. If they are going to be home and not wasting away in front of the tv then I must tolerate some craziness.
For Team Workman, creativity seems to flourish with a certain degree of chaos.
I use my yoga breathing to manage, also a deliberate sort of "live in this moment" appreciation for this stage of life. I've been working a lot on understanding my brain and how/why it works the way it does. It's helping me give up some rigidity for things that make no sense, like having a clean house at all hours.
We are all just learning.
It helps, of course, that they are a bit older and can mange clean up and house things in a way that is actually helpful. The Littles are now big enough to do chores. In fact, they can empty the dish washer with almost no help, and they only sometimes break the plates all over the floor.
In addition, Eden mopped the floor the other day, solo, and Oakley can clean the bathroom as long as he doesn't get distracted by the window, the curtain, the door knob, the broom, the Lego piece, the hair brush....
Life is good.
Another summer treat was a weekend with Auntie Nu Nu. It was a classic Colfax event... Summer sunsets, free field trips, ice cream, hiking, and a lot of visiting.
I treasure the time I get to spend with my family
In closing, please remember that summer storms resulting in power outages can be treacherous. Especially when boiling eggs.
You will leave the house, sans electricity, in search of a fast food dinner and come home to the power restored and the eggs on the stove will have exploded all over kingdom come. It will stink horribly, and you will thank your lucky stars that the house didn't blow up in one gigantic egg fart.
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