Weekend update- June.

Yesterday, we drove to Kernersville to a big Farmer's Market.

It turned out to be pretty good and super cheap. We suspect it was cheap because nothing said "organic"- one thing that really jacked the prices in Wisconsin. So we gave up on organic and settled for locally grown instead. Here is some of our spoils. Henry picked out the big pumpkin for me and the little pumpkin for himself. And Henry is enjoying an apple. He has started pulling his step stool over to the counter at least twice a day to pick out an apple to eat. Mama says if he's going to sneak food, at least it's something healthy like apples.

Here is the rest of our bounty. Mama was really excited that they had about 16 different variety of eggplants. And tons of peppers (including purple ones!) for under a dollar. She also bought okra (and has no idea what to do with it). She did try one uncooked and was really surprised to find out that it had absolutely no taste at all.

While mama was experimenting with her new veggies, I stuck with my old standby- sweet potatoes and squash.

Mama put some on my tray and let me try to feed myself. Only a very little bit actually made it in my mouth.

Afterward, while we were supposed to be calming down, there was an infestation in our house. Two tickle bugs got loose and ran straight for Henry and I!

The mayhem in action. In case you can't understand him, right after Henro demands to be tickled again, he is screaming "Don't put me high up in the fan." Like his mama, he knows what a danger ceiling fans can be. They'll take your head right off.

Luckily, mama was able to find both of them and save us.

This morning, I was minding my own business in my striped leggings, when...

...I was attacked. Apparently, if you yell "Take our picture!" it gets you out of trouble for choking your little sister.

He did let up on his grip a little.

After supper, I just wanted to lounge outside for a while and enjoy the beautiful late summer evening.

In other household news, I required only one parental intervention last night between the hours of 8pm to 6:15am. I woke up a couple times but managed to get myself back to sleep on my own. Mama woke up at 6 convinced that something terrible had happened to me. Luckily, I made it through the night on my own. I knew that if Grandma wasn't here, I didn't have any chance of being rocked to sleep, so what was the point of trying?

Henry's reaching a whole new point of desperation and I think we're about 2 weeks away from our sibling love turning into sibling rivalry. As I become increasingly mobile ( not yet crawling, but a lot of lunging and rolling), Henry's toys are increasingly at risk. Which is pretty upsetting to my big brother. It's resulted in some tantrums and screaming. He has started slamming his fist down on the table or the ground when he gets mad. Hopefully he sticks with the table and not my mouth. When I do start crawling it had better be fast, because I have a feeling he's going to be after me.