(Although, I did have napkins, cloth diapers & lettuce in the house still.
Any of those could have been a substitute, I suppose.)
Target has Dwell Studio tablecloths that are gorgeous, for $20.
That is my couch though, not my table.
This is what is on my table. Oil cloth that can wiped off after each meal.
(Or every other meal. Depends on whether or not I care if it is clean.)
The pits are waiting for Gillian. She is going to plant them.
She ate this many "soft little peaches called apricots" in one day. I think she likes them.
I do, too. I love apricot season. I wanted to make cobbler. But, I was trying to be good. I left them alone. Then by the next morning, they were all eaten anyway. That's a good thing & a bad thing.
I do remember my mom warning me as a little girl, not to eat too many apricots, or I would make myself sick.
I think my husband will be proud of me when he gets home. It's always a good day for him, when there is too much vegetable matter to fit into the countertop bucket & it is just all over the counter. He loves to compost.
I am going to be cutting back. On kid's clothes. Shuffling clothes in & out of the house as they grow out of one size & into the next. Kids grow too fast. I'm having a hard time keeping up. I just started the shuffle again this week. But, I'm not finished. This is what Moira's room looks like.
I have decided to stop saving clothes that are all stainy & awful looking. That's a bit of a no-brainer, I guess. But, I'm going to do more. Once the child outgrows the clothes & it is time to pack them into the garage, if I don't just love it, I am getting rid of it. They seriously don't need all these clothes.
Speaking of clothes I love - this is one of my favorites that Gillian used to wear. Now they fit Moira.
Look at those little jeans. Ack! I love 'em!
See her lips? She is trying to imitate me whistling.
Speaking of clothes I love - this is one of my favorites that Gillian used to wear. Now they fit Moira.
Look at those little jeans. Ack! I love 'em!
See her lips? She is trying to imitate me whistling.

