Time to Wash the Potatoes


Think of the tune from the famous (and delicious) “Time to make the donuts…” commercial and then say (instead) “Time to wash the potatoes…”

That’s the theme of our little village gal, Josephine Diane, today as she got to spend some time with daddy.

So, you see, we live in a village and they (meaning the farmers) just literally harvested the potatoes.  When you (not meaning me === meaning you in general === or, most likely, farmers) harvest potatoes, many potatoes remain on the ground.

It reminds me of the Biblical story of Ruth collecting the wheat that had fallen on the ground.

Anyhow, the potatoes remain scattered through the fields or pushed into rock piles.  Lots and lots of potatoes remain.

Wild animals, apparently, just don’t find raw potatoes their favorite.  Wheat?  Yes.  Cold and raw potatoes?  No.

So, after our neighbors harvest, we get to harvest.  (Insert woot-woot here!)

It’s a win for us and a no big loss for our neighbors that love when our Littles roam their fields scooping up the extras.

And what do you do once you gather your spuds?  Well wash them and make homemade fries, of course!

But—sometimes—potato gathering is so exciting that, after all is said and done, you can’t help but fall fast asleep with the mark of a great day all over your face 😉


I am a SAHM.  I should get used to it.

I am a working mom—yet find myself home nearly every day with my kids.  And it’s glorious but not glamorous.

I had a lot of fun one day documenting segments of my day with my kids.

Here is my glorious but definitely not glamorous life.

Get popcorn!


What you do for your children’s critters!

Is Cami finally happy 😉 ?  Nah.

Two kittens found their way into our basement.  The kids were thrilled!

Seriously—my bald baby has no idea how disgustingly dirty our basement floor actually is.  Gag!

If I wasn’t already the overly tired nearly 40 yr old mother of toddlers—I would have more energy for this 😉

Yes…to reiterate—I am wearing clothes.  Just meant I couldn’t head outside because was too chilly for my basketball shorts, tank top, and flip flops 😉

I actually filmed so many more but they refused to download.  Perhaps it was an electronic rebellion,eh?!

God bless—and kiss those crazy babies.  Glamorous or glorious—all moments are treasures.

Xo b