Summer Weekend
A Dutch baby for breakfast with raspberries and blueberries from our yard:


Popsicles (Joe ate like 17; somehow Viola had only one):

Filling up the kiddie pool (and lounging in it, of course):

Housework (V's job is sorting the bibs and washcloths):

Not pictured: building a deck (almost finished!), going to a festival, getting a pedicure (my twice-a-year treat), grocery shopping, grilling, mowing the lawn, Viola's first smoked salmon (she liked it!), picking a ton of sugar snap peas, playing with frozen washcloths, and on, and on...
All this, and we still had time to feed the little gold baby. It came from my grandma (my parents sent it to me after she died), and it is the perfect sample of her old-world European aesthetic. She kept these little cherubs in her potted plants, so that's where I had it, until Viola took a shine to him. "Bay-bee!" she says, and then offers him a little of whatever she's eating, saying "nom nom nom." Usually we can get her to say "bay-bee watch" but occassionally she also invites him on to her highchair. Here he is enjoying bunny crackers and goat cheese:

