we just got back from Two and a Half Days Away From Camp, and it's not even the end of summer:) since the adventure program continues in full swing after the last camper leaves (saturday--the end is nigh!), jim has to wait to take vacation. nevertheless, we were able to steal away for a mini family trip, and it was wonderful.
mostly. it turns out that tiny people don't like to take naps in hot cottages or stay in their beds or nurse without biting. getting out of the house was a little dramatic, too, but once our seat belts clicked, we were good to go.
an ongoing record of God's goodness, #74 - 98
riding my bike and a horse this summer, because i'm not pregnant:)
re-creation and the shalom of God
teeny little superheroine
things that make long car trips better, like james' tiny hand holding mine,
NPR,
and ben harper
a sister's grace and conquering beauty
celebrating together at home, all six of us
my kids, reveling in unbroken daddy time and attention at the cottage
practicing the pleasure of cooking again, far from the din of the dining hall
balsamic-roasted tomato sauce with tomatoes and basil from our garden (made at midnight before we left and worth every minute. recipe is approximate, and i don't generally measure.)
2 1/2 lbs tomatoes, cored. i generally quarter or half them. seeding is up to you.
1/2 c olive oil
1/3 c balsamic vinegar
6 large cloves garlic, sliced
1/2 c onions, sliced
1 1/2 c basil, chopped
1 tsp salt
pepper
Combine, toss, and roast at 400 for 1 hour, until tomatoes blacken.
Transfer to food processor. Blend and enjoy.watching mad men while tomatoes roast
a beautiful drive to the lake
reading barbara kingsolver
and rolling stone
james the water baby, splashing delightedly
dylan, the sandcastle architect
wind-in-hair and how sea breezes blow the heat clear away
every second on the boat: blissed-out babes, happy husband, and the contentment of a full heart
a rare cuddly toddler, napping in my arms
great goodwill finds: cleats, soup crocks, dazed and confused
window shopping and flea market browsing courtesy of comfy baby carriers: dylan on jim's back
and james in my sling coming home a night early to sleep in our own beds and go to our church
lunch at home before back to work for jim
"daddy, i like having you here." so do i, baby. so do i.
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