Gretchen's potty training continues to be an adventure. She keeps undies dry about half the time now, which is often enough for Bryan to feel they're worth it, but not for me to bother putting new ones on her once the first pair gets wet. :/ She has graduated to using the big potty all the time now, which is exciting.
Last Saturday the Kleins came over and Steph and I made lots of applesauce. I was still working from my big basket of free, albeit sadly wormy and misshapen (but free!), apples. I confess I was pretty jealous of Steph's big, beautiful orchard apples. We cut and strained and boiled and canned, and finished the day much richer in applesauce than we began it. Also, my basket is now empty. :) I got three more quarts of applesauce, plus two pints each of strawberry applesauce and blueberry applesauce. The flavored applesauce is a big hit in my house; I'll have to make that more often.
Mom came down Saturday night with a truck full of furniture and things for our basement as they prepare for their move across the country. Siblings: If you want things, you have until we decide to fully finish the basement to claim them. Don't worry, I'll give you some warning.
On Sunday we took mom back to Michigan in time for church and then stayed to visit for the day. I got some more raspberries, despite this not being the season for transplants, and put them in a newly raised bed located atop the watery grave of the old patch. Mom said I can have another batch every time a vehicle goes from her house to my house and we're hoping that at least a few from each group survive.
On Friday Bryan and I celebrated our wooden anniversary by packing all the children into the van and beginning the long drive to Boston to visit Justine and company. Driving through the night went better than last time, although Gretchen woke up multiple times to complain that she wanted to be in a bed. Kaitlyn did a fantastic job, and everyone was in a great mood after a very morale boosting gas station stop at 4:30 in the morning. We made it to Justine's house by 10:30, clocking the drive at 14 and a half hours. An amusing anecdote from the gas station: While Bryan pumped gas, I took Olivia in to go to the bathroom and then we stopped to buy a couple of snacks. Then I took Gretchen in, and then Bryan went in to buy himself a snack. Finally I took Kaitlyn in for a new diaper and bought myself an iced tea. On this fourth purchase in the same location, I got an email from Chase making sure our credit card had not been stolen. Never mind the three previous purchases (one of which was for gas), the danger was clearly the $1.89 spent on the iced tea.
Now we're in Boston for the week, planning to leave Friday sometime to begin the trek back home to people who know how to pronounce the letter "r."
Pictures and Videos:
Old videos that I found on Bryan's phone (password BarhorstBrewed)
The Wild Kaitlyn 1
The Wild Kaitlyn 2
The Wild Kaitlyn 3
This is how Olivia and Gretchen dry off after baths:
Everyone holds Kaitlyn:
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