It works better for Jonathan but bothers my shoulders. Go figure.
I'm not excited about washing her in the bathtub because of the miniscule kneeling space between the cabinet and the toilet but we'll figure something out.

The house doubled nicely as a sauna due to the constant boiling of all of the pots on the stove. There are now 41 pints of peach slices in the pantry. Next year, I'm getting quart jars. The rest was turned into spiced peach butter.
Actually, most of these jars are pear butter. Did I mention the 30 lbs of pears? The rest of the pear puree is unspiced and frozen in cubes for when we start solids with Elanor.