If so, then our garden is simply AWASH with peas. This is the what the kids picked just yesterday before they got hot and tired. The flat young ones can be eaten pod and all (like snow peas) and the fatty older ones they shelled.
They are sooooooooo delicious. And some of them are enormous, as evidenced by this fine photo shared yesterday.
One of my cousins is unabashedly vying for the place of "favorite aunt" in my children's hearts (we just say Aunt, because what? Second cousins? First cousins once removed? No and super no.) and so she sent my kids this gift to end all gifts for no reason whatsoever except that she's a Cieslak, which automatically makes her awesome:
Ages 2-11, boy and girls, all played, and are still playing, with that thing for hours and hours and hours and hours. And I know. I can't pretend this happened this week, what with Cecilia in a turtleneck and Liz in a jacket. Mea culpa! As with everything else, I'm just gonna blame it on the baby...
Who knew my son was so retro hip?
Also, he's super respectful and I'm really mean. Here's a "conversation" we had as I was getting the two littles into the tub this morning:
Paul: You're a poop
Me: No, YOU'RE a poop
Paul: What about a turd? You're a turd.
Me: Well, you smell like a turd.
Paul: I do? Yep, you're right. I do.
Oh, but the goody goody good news is that I've lost half a pound in the last two weeks (as is normal for me at the tail end of pregnancy) so I totally did a jig about that this morning. Yes, for real.