with no words.

The End

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Anybody besides me remember–as a kid–sitting back on the couch to watch a few cartoons with lunch and falling asleep…

in the middle of your sandwich?

I remember how warm and lovely it was to be watching The Match Game or Hobo Kelly only to wake up an hour or so later, with the sun sinking down and the toasty blue afghan magically tucked in all around me.

Ummmm…felt like mama love to me.

Sweet dreams, Miss Chompy.

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on “Smile for the camera, honey.”

Sheesh.

I sent Miss Chompy into the house with the last Fall picking of our sweet little berries. But –she and her imaginary friends had a tea party and somehow…somehow…they were all gobbled up. I think she said something about a wolf.

Figures.

Moral of the story:

Be extra careful who you trust with the berry basket

OR

You’ll be having canned peaches for dessert tonight.

“Come on, Chompy. I’ll show you how to play real football.”

“O-tay, Bettum.”

“First, get down, like this and wait till I say, ‘go.’”

“O-tay, Bettum.”

“Now chase me and pretend you’re going to catch me.”

“O-tay, Bettum.”

“Tar-ry, Bettum.”

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right this minute…

A two year old who loves her kitty more than she fears getting an occasional reminder that sometimes pets wear an invisible “do not disturb” sign around their necks.

The ridiculous Blue Jay that keeps coming back–terrorizing all the smaller birds–but lovely to watch anyway in all his enormous splendor. Seriously, this guy is a big as a chicken. He can’t even sit on the bird feeder because he’s too huge. Silly thing.

This gentle little lady who sits patiently till the blue guy leaves and then waits until all the little birds come back–before hopping down to join them. So sweet.

Yesterday’s pretty clouds that rained just enough to give us…

this beautiful rainbow. Do you suppose a pot of gold could be inside that building on the mountain? It sure looks like it to me. :}

That I was smart enough to take a picture of last season’s football donuts from Krispy Kreme, that the new guy behind the counter said he’d never heard of. Hmph.

Dude. Don’t mess with my football donuts!

That we have one of the biggest games of the year on Saturday–a sort of “Holy War,” if you will.

Go BYU!!

There will be NO wearing of red in this house I tell you.

Fight!

Nachos at our place.

WIN!!

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Chompy, Beany and I took a stroll out into the garden–such as it is. To be honest, we didn’t expect much from the silly, weedy thing. It’s been a funny season–wet, dry, hot, windy and then it all starts over again. The poor plants seemed confused as to what we actually wanted from them.

So it was a fun surprise to find that a fair bit of parsley and dill made it through to the sunlight…

as well as a few peppers, onions, garlic and…yes, a handful of tomatoes…four.

Luckily, the zucchini is always an over achiever…

along with a few hidden cucumbers–found just in the nick of time.

Miss Chompy helped me gather the rest of the strawberries–but they didn’t “keep.” Not a single one made it from the patch to the house.

Don’t look at me…she was holding the pail.

Not such a bad haul–when you think that we expected nothing at all. Looks like it’s back to the farmer’s market for us. Tomatoes, pears, apples and perhaps another lug of peaches…because we’ve already proven…

they don’t keep either.  :}

How’s your garden been this year?

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Chompy is learning to stay very still and just wait for those little birdies to come. That’s the big girl in her–and she does it well.

Now, if we could just get the two year old in her not to wait till they flock and then smack the window and  shout, “BOO!” we’d be good.

*sigh*

One step at a time…

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One laundry basket, one blanket, one really cute kid=1 Handmade Toddler Lounger.

She could open her own Etsy shop and make a $million$.

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