Carrot Juice

So, I've decided that nice fresh, chilled carrot juice reminds me of nothing so much as chocolate milk. yum. R agrees, K thinks we're crazy and Papa Bean doesn't really like either. These are the things we talk about late at night around the kitchen table!
K is working part-time at a local farm while her farm is getting off the ground. She rescues lots of blemished but sound produce for us from the to-be-compost pile - lately it's been lots of beautiful carrots. And the carrot in our garden are ripe too, but we eat those whole.

Little Bean loving the juicer,
he can tell you all about how it works.

Buy Nothing Month!

We're gonna do it!
In anticipation of which I just had a big goodwill and online buying spree (all totally necessary, honest!)... sigh, what was that about the spirit and not the letter?

Maine

Photos courtesy of Auntie R (Thanks!)

And the cutest library ever - to finish it off

best quote of the week

"when your mouth is too full things fly out like birds... or weed whacker pieces"

Boom!

Papa bean's mom was visiting this weekend - we had a nice time hanging out and reconnecting. We also had a great 4th of July fireworks adventure. There is a big fireworks display at the local university every year (in fact, I remember going as a child), it was a beautiful day so we decided to all bike over together, we met R on the bike path on the way and she joined us. The fireworks were great fun, little bean warmed right up to them and asked many times for the explanation of how the booms worked.
It was very satisfying to sail out of there after the fireworks were done and everyone else was stuck in the annual hour long traffic jam. The ride (10 miles) home on the cool, lightning bug filled bike path was sensational... and little bean handled the midnight bedtime with impressive grace. I take it as a sign that it's time for more big adventures!