Day 62: Dirt, Eggplant, Grown-Up Root Beer

It was gorgeous outside this morning so the kids and I hit the back yard for a while before the heat of the day set it. Much like kids who would rather play with the packaging their toys come in more than the toys themselves, all three kids bypassed the massive playset in our yard to dig in the dirt.

Whatever. I'm glad my kids aren't afraid to get dirty.

Remember the eggplant sandwich I ate on vacation? With all due respect to greasy hamburgers and frozen pizzas everywhere, I did it myself today.

Sliced eggplant on the grill with some olive oil. A few slices of Swiss. A bit of Sriracha.

Done.

In the car today, I listened in as the kids talked about their plans for the future.

CHARLOTTE: "I'm going to be a singer. Or an artist. Or an art teacher." 

ANNA: "I want to be a construction worker." 

MASON: "Me, too." 

CHARLOTTE: "NO! You promised you would sing with me. Remember those songs we wrote?!" 

ANNA: "I can change what I want to do." 

CHARLOTTE: "I used to want to do other stuff but right now I'm just following my dreams of being a singer. We could call our band The Siblings."

I've heard their early demos. I'd buy their album.

I spent much of the afternoon and evening doing work in preparation for next week's reintroduction to the working world. Then Amy came home with this.

Oh, mama.

You know what that is? That's trouble.

The Summer of Tim continues...