I know not from whence they come
or wherest they go.
Please help me determine—
I do not know—
Friends or foes?

Look! It is my cilantro!
Reseeded and growed
All on its own. Ho!

I made Mr. Handsome an extra big sandwich today: turkey, cheese, boiled eggs (two), bread and butter pickles, mayo, salt and pepper, and spinach.

I wonder if he’ll be able to fit his mouth around it. I wonder if he’ll eat all of it.

I wonder if he’ll even say anything about it when he comes home…

Yesterday was Sweetsie’s first time going to work with her papa.

Most parents take pictures of their kids heading off for their first day of school, but that’s not really relevant in our family seeing as we homeschool and all.

Going to work with Papa is our measuring stick for growing up.

When we told Sweetsie that she could go to work, her eyes sparkled and she grew two inches. Then she got all serious and business-like and went about gathering together her tape player and tapes, a blanket (“so we can have a picnic”), her coloring book and markers, her spit rag, and her lunch. Part way through her breakfast she sighed heavily and said, “I got to go to work now, Mom.” I made her finish her bowl of granola first.

Mr. Handsome reported that she ate half her lunch as soon as they got to the job site, she listened to Alvin and the Chipmunks on the truck stereo straight through about five times, and she never once—never once—complained.