Grilled and marinated corn on the cob bites.
600 dolmas, wrapped by me, well Ben stepped in during hour number 3 to help me with a little assembly line. I was quite happy when I realized that yes I can wrap 100 dolmas in 25 minutes, but that meant it would still take 3 hours to wrap 600. I do love some good old repetetive tasks, but I think I only like doing it 300 times, after that it really is just labor. This task seemed to be never ending with to many interuptions, nursing, changing diapers, making lunch, reading books. Thankfully there was an end.
This week we made truly a shitload of hummous, not may people can really quantify what a "shitload" is perhaps, but we have finally figured it out. This is 5.5 gallons of hummous- more than needed, but we are okay with a little left over for us and friends (let me know if you need some hummous). We are very lucky to have that happy baby as well.
400 tomato skewers later.
...thankfully more than the normal trend this summer. 300 people this past friday and 40 on Saturday. It was quite a boost in business world. The summer was rocky to put it nicely, we were breaking from the pressure of it, and have hopefully rounded the corner. It is nice to actually make more money than it costs you to live!!
And most of the mess is cleaned up before the other cooking resumes tonight.
Instead of longing for them in the future, I am really trying to embrace them in the now. I have become better at balancing myself and my babes, I knit now in there room while sometimes nursing one and reading to the other. I cut fabric for sewing while Asher plays at his art table and does sewing cards and River's has a kick ass afternoon nap. I worry less about the things I could be doing while I read the same annoying book for the 5
Nothing changes things more in a landscape than a river, they meander, ebb and flow. They are fast and slow depending on the parent material that makes up their bed and the rainfall. They change with the seasons and as they age, and they forever impact the world around them.
This little boy will never know how much his name has come to suit him since it was given to him. Someday I will try and explain, but this emotion will disappear and as much as an impact these days may have shaping who we will become, words just really can't explain what they all mean.
BTW, 6 months, 22 lbs, 12 oz, 27.5 inches long. My back is breaking, so I hope the weight starts 
You see, once upon a time I was not a tomato lover. I was put off by those bred for traveling, not for flavor or nutritonal sorts- you know the grocery store tomato in January variety. Thank goodness my tastebuds were picy because when tomatoes and I started our love affair, I was able to really enjoy and indulge in the best tomatoes on the planet, grown with my own hands. The sungold was the little bite that hooked me and from then on I have never been hesitant to eat any garden variety- I will avoid a tomato out of season like the plague. We have had fresh tomatoes around here well into October, I think we even kept one until November, picked green, wrapped in newspaper, stored in a cardboard box, pulling it out later to ripen and enjoy. We can them pureed from the blender, freeze them whole and this year, the biggest indulgence- drying them in my new dehydrator. Oh the sweetness of the sungolds ready for our winter without them.
