The garden continues to grow by leaps and bounds. R goes out with a marker every morning to mark where the beans are on their support poles. Later in the day we see that they have grown a couple of inches. Maybe that's what the flamingos are doing - watching beans grow. I hope we'll see some proof that something is producing veggies soon. We do have a few cherry tomatoes showing up as well as some blackberries trying to change color. I'm anxious for the squash! I love squash and the past few years, bugs have gotten into the few little plants we had.
Now that summer is definitely starting to show and school is starting to wind down, I'm reminded of something that happened a few years ago. I think I need to explain something before I start. We have homeschooled our children for all but a few years of their school lives. R went to kindergarten, 1st, 2nd and 4th grade in a public school. L went to school for kindergarten and 1st grade. Now that they are 17 and 20, I believe it is safe to say that I am used to having them around. If they aren't around, I feel like I'm missing an arm or leg. You can recognize homeschooling families in your local stores. A whole bunch of us moms wear denim jumpers - our homeschool uniform! Our children are seen in public during school hours until we can't stand people asking why they aren't in school. (Wal-Mart can be a 'math for daily living' field trip.) Now to the story - a few summers ago, we were in Wal-Mart and it was just a couple of days into summer vacation. I mean a couple of days at the most! Some little kid was just chattering away to his dad about whatever was on his mind. I didn't really notice it as excessive chatter because mine are talking all the time! This kid's dad turned around and said, "For the love of God, will you shut-up!" Somehow I seriously doubt this was a homeschooling dad or that this dad was going to make it until August! I admit that not all homeschooling parents should homeschool and some do not have the patience to be with their children 24 hours a day. However, a big majority of us love our kids and enjoy their company and wouldn't even notice excessive talking. Mine come by it honestly - just ask my mom!