Osh in his stylish hat from Aunt Diets.
Too much to say to do much saying, if you know what I mean. We are sleeping well, napping great, and still enjoying the generosity of our amazing community of friends when it comes to eating. Seriously: the bring-food-to-the-new-family thing is the greatest. Left to our own devices we would be running on tortillas and eggs, with celery and avocados for good measure.
Osh is an absolute array of faces these days. I love watching him wake up more than anything. He stretches and squinches and yawns and makes a noise like a baby lion (he gets that from me) and I just sit there trying not to laugh out loud so that he'll take longer to wake.
The garden is starting to spit out tomatoes and peppers and tomatillos, and we're in keep-up-with-the-cukes mode so some pickles were made. It's time to get a handle on the grove of basil out there and past time to do something with a bunch of big beautiful cabbages. Right. Just as soon as I go stare at the baby some more...