I have one huge flower on one of my zucchini plants. This is great news! I feel a little cheated on my garden this year... I downsized my tomato plants (instead of 28 plants I think I have 12) and one of them died. One of my broccoli plants died and one of my pepper plants died also. I also left a big empty space in the middle of the garden plot for another vegetable--preferably onions--but I never was able to find anything to put there, so now it's empty!! Ugh! I'm considering getting more tomato plants because last week people were still selling them at the Farmers Market. But still... if I had onions, I would have an entire salsa garden and that would be very cool. I love salsa.
Last night we went to the BrewCo for dinner with Martin's mom and sister. Martin and I split a beer and had hot food and it was cozy and festive. When we came home nobody went to sleep. Again. I don't know what the trick is. We HAVE a routine. We've always had a routine... it's just that now the routine lasts 2 hours or so and instead of just changing diapers, putting on jammies and fixing bottles there are a lot of failed attempts at getting kidders to sleep as well. We've tried making bedtime earlier, we've tried making bedtime later... we've tried all the advice we've been given by different parents and nothing seems to work. Arrrrggggg....
I've noticed that ever since I've had kids my blog has become insanely boring. This is not to say my LIFE is boring, because it most certainly is not. It's just that my life is completely filled with little things that are important to me, but that are completely worthless to everyone else. So even though good stuff is happening, it isn't anything that anyone in his right mind would want to read a blog about, and so my blog is now boring. And I'm sorry.
In an effort to make it a less boring blog to read, I'm thinking about moving my family to Idaho.... or at least to Warren County. I'd like to have an organic farm. I'd like to open my farm to the WOOFing idea that Martin and I were never able to do. What could be better than a small organic farm full of enthusiastic young hippies and a lot of animals and vegetables and children? Probably nothing.