My inspiration for this record of my days:

“The biggest mistake I made [as a parent] is the one that most of us make. . . . I did not live in the moment enough. This is particularly clear now that the moment is gone, captured only in photographs. There is one picture of [my three children] sitting in the grass on a quilt in the shadow of the swing set on a summer day, ages six, four, and one. And I wish I could remember what we ate, and what we talked about, and how they sounded, and how they looked when they slept that night. I wish I had not been in such a hurry to get on to the next thing: dinner, bath, book, bed. I wish I had treasured the doing a little more and the getting it done a little less” -Anna Quindlen

Thursday, June 24, 2010

Why I never have ripe tomatoes





  1. Does he eat them? I love his cute face....

  2. Oh, my! This takes me right back to when Lucy was Simon's age...we never had ripe tomatoes or strawberries...and impossible to get mad at her because she was just so cutely happy and proud!!

  3. Sooo cute, does he really like them?

  4. I have the same problem at my house. About 4 small tomatoes have ripened already but no one (except my Sadie) has gotten a taste:-).