A Morning at the Farm

We’ve been meaning to visit one of Austin’s urban farms since we moved back in January and finally got around to it a few weeks ago. We headed east to explore Springdale Farm, and it was a delightful way to pass 30 minutes on a gorgeous Saturday morning in October. There was a bridal party there preparing for a wedding later that day, and it was so rustic-chic (rustichic?) that all of a sudden I wanted to have another wedding just so I could have it there, under the trees and carnival lights, with mismatched china on the banquet tables and chickens hanging out in the background.

We arrived a little late, so there wasn’t A TON of produce, but we bought a ginormous sweet potato and a jar of what turned out to be delicious pear and sage preserves. YUM.

But mainly it gave me a good backdrop for some Camden-in-suspenders photos.

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9 Dogs on a Moonlit Night

For the longest time Camden’s interest in books has consisted of … eating them.

But about two weeks ago he suddenly started paying attention as we “read” them and pointing to the pages. He even picks out books and hands us to them to read. His particular favorite is Sandra Boynton’s “Doggies” (A barking and counting book).

The book counts up from one dog through 10, each pup with a unique bark. The entry for nine reads “9 dogs on a moonlit night,” with all the dogs howling, “AAAAAAOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO.”

Tonight when Travis and I got home from work, my mom told us her and Camden had been howling together. She opened the book to the “9 dogs” page, the three of us all howled, and then Camden let out a tiny, soft “aaaaoooooo.”

HEART MELTED.

 

A Tiny Miracle

And lo, she did fit into her pair of nice jeans that she had not fit into for many months, even before she got pregnant.

How to Make Your Baby Snuggle

We Muellers have discovered a fool-proof method for getting little man to snuggle in bed with us in the morning.

Step 1: Be a weekday morning. Extra points if you’re a weekday morning with early appointments that must be gotten to. This is baby’s ideal, guaranteed time when he will want to snuggle in bed, with no plans for waking up anytime soon.

Step 2: Don’t be a weekend morning. There’s no place for you in Snuggleworld, weekend morning. You think because you have time to be lazy and relaxed that means you shall attract snuggles? Wrong!

You’ll never have this, weekend morning.

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And Then There’s This

Sometimes life is all baby hugs and sunshine, and then sometimes life is coming home to a broken air conditioner when it’s a million degrees outside, and a fussy kid, and a wife who forgets to tell her husband that she did not yet drain the noodles, and a husband who does not notice that the noodles haven’t been drained and so he adds the already crappy marinara sauce into the pot, thus making the noodles and the sauce both worse and kind of awful, forcing the wife to run to the Circle K for Gordetto’s, peanut M&Ms, and a fountain drink so that the evening only feels 90 percent pathetic and unsatisfying, instead of 100 percent pathetic and unsatisfying. And it’s important to share those moments, too, in addition to the baby hugs and sunshine, so as not to construct a false portrait of one’s life. Oh and also sometimes you realize you still haven’t washed the sheets, even though there’s a tiny bit of dog vomit in that one spot. And then all of a sudden you’re grateful for the sweet gift of denial and compartmentalizing.

Theoretically speaking, of course. I would never sleep in a bed with dog vomit.

Must Remember This: Baby Hugs

One of our favorite things about Camden lately is that he is becoming a deliberate and enthusiastic hugger. I never even knew that babies hugged, but it is the most delightful, soul-soothing experience. Camden gets a big smile on his face, lunges forward, and wraps his fat arms around the object of his affection: us, Maeby, a stuffed animal, you name it.

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And tonight when Travis and I got home from work, the little man was in rare form. While Travis was holding him, Camden grunted and reached out for me, grabbing tightly at my neck as I pulled him close. Then, merely a few seconds later, he turned back around and did the same thing toward Travis, who of course happily received him back. Camden almost immediately did an about face and launched himself back into my arms. He did this back and forth between me and Travis at least four or five times, each exchange ending with him clinging to us like a little koala bear. And of course each time, we were all gooey and overflowing with praise and thank-yous and hugs back, so he kept getting little rewards of attention at each turn, compelling him to keep it up.

Those little embraces were the perfect salve for our troubles, whatever they were today or will be tomorrow. He squeezed them right out.

Tiff’s Treats

We are now a two egg-laying-chicken household.

It’s impossible to be certain if it’s Tiffany or Lucille because their breeds lay the same color, but the day before the egg appeared, Tiffany was VERY agitated, jumping up and down from the nesting box over and over and over again. So we’re giving her the credit.

The egg name is a nod to Austin’s favorite homemade cookie delivery company of the same name.

That’s her pride and joy there on the right.

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She has kind of a crabby personality. Can you tell?

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UPDATE: Well look who is monitoring the blogosphere for mentions! Thanks for the Twitter shoutout, original Tiff’s Treats.

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Ginger Snapped!

It finally happened. Five months after we adopted these little gals:

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one of them finally laid an egg. Ginger, the one on the far right above, gave us this blue beauty this morning:

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And because we are ridiculous people with a fondness for nicknames, we have decided to call this chicken’s eggs Ginger Snaps. We already have names for the other chickens’ eggs, which I’ll reveal with unnecessary drama when they start producing.

I also grabbed a couple of Ginger portraits, because that’s what one does on milestone occasions. Congratulations, Ginger. You’re a woman, now.

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Friday Night Mess

I read on some blog that if you clean your kitchen every night , you’ll feel a lot better about your house in the morning. I gave it a shot and found it to be mostly true. I’m nowhere close to a neat freak, but I do get a sense of satisfaction from looking around the kitchen when it’s clean and sparkly, especially after I use the Mrs. Meyer’s Clean Day countertop spray in basil. Really I clean the kitchen mainly so that I can smell that stuff. It makes me feel like one of those goofy women in the Febreeze commercials.

BUT.

Friday night is different. Friday night is for the mess. And I love it. The dishes can wait. No need to prepare bottles or clean pump parts. I’ll get to all that later. The glorious later.

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My Next 5 Pinterest Projects

I’ve been busy with some freelance work, traveling and visitors, and still getting settled in our house, so it’s been awhile since I tackled a new Pinterest project. I’ve got dozens of good ideas saved just waiting to be tried, which is another way of saying dozens of good ideas I’ll probably never get to. So I decided to pull out five that seem both intriguing and easily doable, must-have conditions for my current lifestyle.

From my "Next" board.

From my “Next” board.

  1. The Butt, Thigh, and Belly Workout. Because I just had a baby nine months ago. And because it’s already been nine months since I had a baby.
  2. Watermelon + Cucumber Juice. Because I have a juicer and because YUM.
  3. Open shelving above the dishwasher. Because it’s pretty and anti-clunky.
  4. Key Lime Pie Froyo Pops. Because my dad and stepmom gave me popsicle molds for my birthday!
  5. Fire log. Because I don’t care that it’s 100 degrees outside, I just discovered that you can just build a little fire in a log!