Thank goodness my mom is coming over tomorrow because we need a change of pace. Last week the doctor said A's ear was still a little pink and if it bothered her, to give her a call and she would hook me up with some more antibiotics. Well she ended up with a little cold, which seemed to clear up over the weekend, and then Tuesday, 2am she woke up screaming. She said her "ear hort". This happened a good 4 times or so and first thing in the morning I called the Dr. for her meds. Unfortunately they didn't get the call to the pharmacy until 4:30pm, after 8 phone calls on my end. So Anastasia sat on the couch miserably... ALL DAY LONG. I found cooking an onion in the microwave in a small amount of water for just over a minute, and waiting for the juice to cool made a nice soother for her ears. (google "onion for earache" for more specific directions). We watched snoopy and the Muppets multiple times. Oh yeah, I had to watch too. That was part of the deal for her not to scream at the top of her lungs. Atleast I was able to read an entire book about saving seeds.
Yes my friends, I have every intention of having my very first garden this year. Complete with all or most heirloom seeds. It was going to be simple, but the more I sifted through the catalogues, the more wonderful things I wanted to grow. Then I picked up a book about saving seeds from the library and realized it isn't too difficult to save most types of seeds from one season to the next. I guess I am an all-or-nothing person. I can't just do the minimum and be happy, I really have to completely embrace all aspects of what I am doing in order to be successful at it. My mom probably never thought she would see the day that I sat down with an heirloom seed catalogue and poured through the pages of tantilizing vegetables with her. I have to admit, I never saw myself as a gardener but the more I connect with my roots and the more picky I have become about what goes into my children's (and my) mouths, I can almost feel the dirt calling me.
(Green Zebra heirloom tomatoes and why my husband wants a garden)