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I really like the idea of a weekly photo journal. I just don't seem to be able to keep up!


Here we have paper flowers that Anna made for me. With most of our toys either in bags or in the freezer for a while, she has returned to her crafts.


The haircuts.


"If you don't know what you are doing, why are you trying to cut my hair?"


Tip of the week: Don't let boiling water splash on your stomach. Don't, I tell you.

My boy and his train.


This is now in the freezer, just in case.

It's a market bag in the making.


Today's harvest from the garden!!


Zucchini


Okra, bean and cucumbers, with some volunteer tomatillos

Tomatoes, and another view of the cucumbers overflowing the beds.


Thanks to the very sweet Barbara for hosting, even if I don't join in every week.

Comments

  1. Jamie JoJuly 9, 2011 at 10:12 PM

    Oh, your kiddos are so cute!!!

    I want to give that baby kisses!!!
    Love the haircuts....so cute!!
    Good job mama!
    Take care of that burn, it's sure a summer to remember,isn't it?

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  2. Mrs. Captain PAOJuly 12, 2011 at 8:11 PM

    hey there mama, got your question! :) tried to email you but you dont have a email posted, so hopefully you see this!

    the "ideal" for frozen breastmilk in a deep freezer is 6 months, but possible for a year.

    however, if it was frozen in a fridge freezer, 3-4 months.

    sooo.... hope that helps!

    if it was in a deep freeze, you might try defrosting and seeing if its still good. then, just throw it in a sippy! :)

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  3. ElisaJuly 16, 2011 at 7:04 AM

    Nice veggies! The hair cuts aren't so bad either! She looks adorable. Boiling water on belly - been there done that. Never doing it again. Lol. I stir the pasta water very gently these days.

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