"your heart"

Olivia:
Dis house is aw of ours. Because some day yer goin tah get ode an be a gramma. And den you will be an ode gramma. And I will marry Jonas or Simon. And I will have a baby and anuddah baby, and I will name dem Seeping Booty and Prince Charming; no, Prince Phillip. And because my babies will get married. And den you will die. And someone will take your heart. And I will miss you.

Me:
Oh, I will miss you too. I love you! And, why will they take my heart? For someone else to use it? (What a wise, generous - with MY heart - child.)

Olivia:
Yes.

Me:
Is that what you meant? For someone else to use my heart?

Olivia:
Well, no. Someone will take your heart to make jewy.

Me:
(I tried to interpret her "jewy," forgot what my guesses were; seems easier to identify when transcribed here).

Olivia:
No. Jewy. (And picks up the ring Auntie Sandy gave her. She LOVES the ring. Thanks, Sandy!)

harvest time

YAY!! We finally harvested the fruit of the mystery flowering plant. A delicious cucumber. We served it up with some "Crazy Janes," and little O ate most of it.

kids' art

Oh, how the art flows in, and in, and in.
I keep saving too much of it, in hopes that I'll find the time to do this.
Some day.
For now I have a few pics taken of some of it, and piles of art all over.