I made 20 quarts of tomato sauce yesterday. I still need to mop my sticky floor.
They migrate in and out as I work.
Lily cut her finger a tiny bit, right after she insisted she was old enough to help without cutting herself.
I kind of love those "Maybe Mom is right" moments.
I had one million things to do, but was glad I took a minute to be there in the stands for one of my favorites.
It was a great game!
Little Ben hit his chin on the bleacher, right beside me, twice! Ugh.
This little guy is going to be busy and feisty! I'm telling you-- he's a big spirit.
So, we mixed two batches together before we started canning.
I laughed to read this sign in my kitchen--
Late last night, I fell asleep on the couch while Todd loaded the next batch of sauce into the steamer.
I really don't know where I'd be without that guy.
Today I'm cleaning counters and floors and walls-- everything tastes and smells tomatoey.
And, it is good.