Food- June.

Since we're embracing the domestic lives, we've been eager to find things to fill our days. One of our favorite things in Madison was the farmer's market, so we were thrilled to find out that Winston has one of their own. We packed up the double stroller and headed downtown to check it out.

Well, it wasn't quite what mama expected. She didn't want to build anything up, so she though "Instead of 200+ vendors covering 8 blocks, maybe there will just be one block worth." Wrong again. There were no more than 8 vendors at the farmer's market. 5 of which sold jewelry. 1 bakery and 2 actual farmers. Eager to make the best of it, mama decided to buy everything she didn't recgonize. Besides the usual blueberries and sweet corn, we picked up cherokee tomatoes- which look like purple grapes but taste like cherry tomatoes. We also got October beans.

I guess beans are a southern thing- like greens. October beans are so pretty that we couldn't resist.

The farmer told us they were like pinto beans, only better. And he was right. What we do like about the farmer's market down here is that you can tell this really is food from someone's garden and not a big farm like the one's we had in Wisconsin. We don't know what it is, but there's something about it that reminds us of Grandma Wagner and Grandma Seibert and that garden patch that was on the back forty of Mud Creek Road. You can just taste that the tomatoes were grown in dirt and not in a hydroponic green house.

Personally, I didn't try the beans. I stuck to rice cereal.

I can do it myself mama!

Mama says she misses sweet baby June who was tiny and smelled sweet. Mama's always had a weird fondness for the smell of breast-fed baby poop. Well, she can assure you there is nothing sweet about the smell of rice cereal fed baby poop. Yikes. Plus, just like my big brother, rice cereal just gives me a lot of gas.

So tonight, mama says I get to try a new food! She steamed sweet potatoes for me! I can't wait to try them!

Henry's still around too. On Tuesday night, papa took Henry to a soccer game at the university. Henry had a great time trying to find the ball on field. He got a poster that he says he wants to hang in his room. (the Seibert family gasps as they recall NEVER being allowed to hang a poster in their rooms. Tape on a wall? Push pins? Not on your life! Mama got sticky tac hoping to avoid any permanent reminder.)

But the best part of the game was that he got a ring pop. He wore it on his thumb and thoroughly enjoyed it. And we all know why. A ring pop is really just a candy nuk. Could life get any better?

Here's one more thing we've noticed since we oved to Winston. People LOVE Wake Forest. A nd that's saying alot coming from Packer and BadgerLand. But in Wisconsin, about 80% percent of college grads are a product of the UW system, since UW-Madison had a student body of over 40,000 and there were about 50 branch campuses throughout the whole state. But Wake Forest only has 4,000 kids. So it really surprised us that when we go out for walks at night, everyone is wearing Wake t-shirts. But this is only to our benefit, because now everone we meet is really impressed that papa works there and wants to know if we can get them basketball tickets.