Harvest

Harvest Time

We came home from San Diego (pictures to come) to find a barrel full of apples on our tree. Who says you can't grow apples in Arizona.

And they are seriously so yummy! Crisp, not too sweet, not tart at all. Wouldn't it be awesome if I remembered what kind of apple tree I bought... no idea.

And we have way more on our tree still!

Then this is Dallin's harvest.

When we planted our garden, Dallin on his own planted a potatoe from our kitchen. I didn't really think it would do anything... but it grew 13 new little tiny potatoes! They were so cute.

So while the lazy kids slept in... Dallin cut up his potatoes and I fried them for the early risers to have a yummy breakfast!


This was one of my favorite breakfast's as a kid.... fried potatoes, and scrambled eggs wrapped in corn tortillas cooked on the stove. We were out of Ranch style beans, or we would have had that with it.

(when I went to Mexico with mi abuela for summers as a kid, standard breakfast there: potatoes fried in lard, eggs, corn tortillas, refried beans)

Oh yes, Dallin's potatoes were yummy.

Dance Time

Emma had her FIRST Dance Recital!

I don't know how moms survive these. We were there SOOO many hours. I guess it didn't have to be as stressful but Bruce had to work, and I had my 12 year old boy watching my baby, and Ashlin arriving home from girls camp. So the waiting time draaaaaaaged on.

But Emma looked so cute!

There was lots of prep time and watching other dances...

then finally Emma's turn in the spotlight...

You were sure cute!!

the cabin

At the cabin for Memorial Day...

Dallin could live at the creek catching crawdads:

Lots of coloring...

But the BEST is dropping the kids off at the REC CENTER at the Country Club:

... they make crafts there:

play games...

Poor Logan threw up while we were there

and missed a day at the Rec center...

but you can't feel too bad for him, when this is where he can rest:

And it was such a sweet time that I spent alone with him reading Treasure Island on the hammock.

I was making a sad face because poor Logan was sick.

Loved the long walks and Bruce and I staying up until 1am talking to Carrie and Geoff.

My parents came, and my mom ofcourse brought her birds.... kinda wierd that she always has a bird on her head, but what can you do. She was in the kitchen making salsa with a bird on her head the whole time. sigh. Do you think I am going to get even wierder as I get older too?