If either of my girls is found sleeping in the middle of the day, you can bet that they are sick. This little illness has slowly dragged it’s way through our whole family over the past week. Sunday morning was the first morning in five that Beatrix answered, “Much bett-uh!” when I asked her how she was feeling upon waking. And indeed, Sunday was much better for her. Surely we will all be well soon, and there is always plenty of Grace as we move through the hard patches.
Saturday I gathered ingredients to make “paleo” mayonnaise. I was really excited because I was certain that I was going to be using it to make the most amazing chicken salad.
(photo by Jonny)
Slow as can be, I carefully poured the two cups of oil into our half broken food processor. My right arm burned with the effort, but I told myself that it would all be worth it. It turns out that my choice of oils yielded nasty mayo though. So this was a total fail. (and just click the photo if you want to join a little “not a baby” baby bump discussion.) (Oh, and the big silver thing, because I’ve been asked–it’s a Berkey water filtration thing. We love it.)
Saturday afternoon we were going a little crazy in the house with all the sick people, and decided that a walk would a really good thing. Beatrix, who only wanted me most of the time she was sick, rode on my back, and Silas slept on Jonny’s.
We headed into the woods behind our neighbor’s house. I just have to show you his dog because his name is “Worm.” Worm.
There were wild turkey eggs here and there on part of the trail, and then a whole nest of them.
Sunday morning I was summoned to see a praying mantis egg case erupting with babies.
The honeybees have found the crimson clover.
My banana shrubs are blooming. They have the most amazing fragrance, and for me, it’s straight out of childhood because my grandparents had one in their yard and I loved it so.
All night coughing, vomit in the clean laundry basket, no sleep for nearly a week: it’ll pass. (right?)
p.s. I enjoyed this story over the weekend with Keats and Larkspur when they didn’t feel like getting off the couch, but needed something to occupy themselves.