Rad and I attended Harvard Law School’s Just Food? Forum.  It was so interesting and fun and left me with a whole new list of prospective projects – all of which need to fall behind the project I’m working on with a professor friend of mine.

In addition to my full time job, the university fellowship I’m in, and my Marine Corps reserve duties, I have also been an adjunct law professor since the beginning of the year.  April was the last month of classes for the semester.  With 4 jobs for the last 4 months, I’ve been spending every spare second with the family.

Flintstone got hit in the face with a ball and lost three teeth in the front (the straggler in the picture as since come out).  He has an adorable gappy new smile.

I spoke about urban livestock at the Detroit Food Policy Council Summit.  I also did 6 million other things that I have no inclination to list out here.

This guy decided he really, really wants to eat food even though he’s not six months yet.  Enter Baby-Led Weaning (BLW).  Don’t be mislead by the title, Rad is not actually weaning in any way.  Until around 6 months, he’s still getting 100% of his nutrition from breastmilk, but he sure as heck likes this new teether!  (Don’t worry, he is watched VERY closely when he has something like this, and he doesn’t have any teeth yet, so it’s very unlikely that he will get any pieces off).

Punky is very much like I was at her age – buried in books all the time.  She also remains a dedicated Whovian.  And a dedicated pre-teen.

Aaaaaaaaaannnd then – even though I was too busy to think straight, I decided to spend a whole day in bed.  Of course, that was because I could not stand up without terrible results.

But even though I haven’t been writing about it, I am still the Urban Earthworm.  I’ve developed several new recipes.  We’ve been out foraging.  I have a major food justice project in the works, but if it comes to fruition, it won’t be for another year or two.

My next project (maybe I’ll get a post up about it?  Ha! We’ll see):

There is a HUGE crop of garlic mustard along our back fence.  I’m thinking pesto!

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