Two Months and Growing Fast

2 Months

11 lbs. 7 oz's.

23 Inches Long

Chubby Cheeks

Double Chin

70%

Recipe for a happy, healthy baby girl. I am so in LOVE :)

If she was cake I would eat her all gone.

Freezer Jam = Yummy

I am really grateful for a food processor. It makes cooking, and canning a snap! I could find myself cutting up everything very pretty and fine... but with pulse of a button... tada all done for me.

I wish I could say I grew these strawberries...but sorry a good deal at the Winco though. They are so pretty in my little machine, they look like happy fat fruit singing to me, and me singing to them I can't wait for you to be on my ice cream, toast or a spoon and in my belly.

All mixed and chopped pretty in a row. I LOVE putting up food. I LOVE to can. I find it very peaceful to sit at the kitchen counter cutting up and cooking up and bottling up this yummy food. I find the colors cheerful and happy with a great feeling of self sufficientness -- i am thinking this my not be a real word but i will add it to my list of made up words--

all ready to be frozen and consumed = yum yum...

Dutch Oven, Fire, and Lights

I grew up camping...spending my summer with the Girl Scouts. I enjoyed belonging to this organization from the age of seven and volunteering at my last camp at the age of twenty. In the summer months while camping I learned how to dutch oven pretty well, along with also learning to cook with fire. One summer we even made solar ovens and cooked pizza in them with success. I learned to cook meatloaf in onions, muffins in oranges, scrambled eggs in a bag and hand churn butter and homemade ice cream. 

**these are just a few of my favorite**

I find fire very pretty,

the way it dances in the wind

and cracks as if it is

talking to you in the cool night...

With my little family now we do not find ourselves camping that much. It is not the camping part that I find hard. Though I do admit it is alot of work and I am a lazy person... so packing I do not enjoy :( The hard part I find with camping is watching the children. I have a great fear of them running away from me, wondering off from me, falling in a river, or falling in the fire. (this i have seem done) I do worry to much that I do know. But I find it much more comforting to cook with fire in my back yard. Roast marshmallows and eat some really yummy food in the back yard. There will be a time when the children are a little bigger that we become a camping family again. **or better yet a motor home family**