Thanksgiving break has begun and while we wait for the cousins to arrive, the kids have been thrilled to play with an inherited box of Thanksgiving costumes.
Combine and then pour into a 13”X9” pan:
3 Cups cooked chicken diced
½ Cup milk
½ Cup sour cream
2 Cans cream of chicken soup
1 egg beaten
¾ Cup milk
½ Cup cornmeal
1 Cup bisquick
2 Cups shredded cheddar
Spoon cornmeal mix onto chicken and bake at 375˚ for 20- 30 minutes
Every day now for some time, Fox had been asking when Halloween will be here. What to be for Halloween is a big decision in the life of a five year old. One day he’ll decide he’s going to be Spiderman and another day he’s going to be a fox because Athan made him some ferocious paper claws. Either way he has both costumes waiting, but I wouldn’t put it past Fox to just change mid tricker-treating. He is a boy who is always prepared.
It is really sad that in my 20 years of living in Washington state I have never visited the San Juans, so this summer was a trip to Lopez Island. It began the first stage of our family reunion. When we told Fox that we were going to take a ferry to get the island he asked us,”Will we drive on her and then will she sprout wings and fly us over the water?”
Half the fun of editing photos is the ability to relive the trip, and this was definitely a trip to relive. There were morels to hunt (I had never tried them before and they were amazing), horses to ride (I hadn’t ridden in about ten years), ponds to swim in, cattle to look for, dead birds to hold, horses to feed and tire swings to ride. And all in a place that you have to say, “Yes, it really is that beautiful.”
Oliver came to the Gem and Mineral Show on Saturday, too, dressed in stripes of course, he is a zebra after all. Fox asked what I thought Oliver ought to wear. ”Well, he does look pretty good in stripes,” I told Fox. He ran upstairs and rummaged around for a bit. I didn’t see Oliver till we got out of the car at the show. ”Wow, look what you dressed Oliver in.” ”No, mom Oliver got himself dressed.”
Aoife (EE fa) is a name we have liked since before Canon was born. Coming from a family with lots of girls, I just thought of course we would use the name right away, but it turned out that Aoife needed three older brothers first. So you might say we have been waiting for her to get here, she just took a little longer to get here than we thought, about ten years longer. So Aoife finally does come home, and we couldn’t be more thrilled.
Though not technically a Halloween book, The Spider and the Fly makes for a perfect aHalloween story. It is definitely dark and macabre, both elements that seem to thrill my kids, and as a result it is a book that has seen a lot of readings. This version in particular is a wonderful rendition. It is done in the style of the old silent black and white films.
I think I have said before, but the kids find that picking their Halloween pumpkin ranks right up there with picking the Christmas tree. The rule is that each kid gets to pick their own pumpkin, but they have to be able to carry it out of the patch themselves. With importance like that I can assure you that these are very loved pumpkins. I woke up Sunday morning to find four pumpkins sunning on beach towels on the front sidewalk. Each one had had a bath. It was a bit cold outside and Athan, feeling sorry for his pumpkin, brought it inside. Eric and I found it on a heating pad wrapped in a blanket. We explained that pumpkins actually like the cold. They’ll rot when it’s too warm.
I think it was Fox’s idea, but he thought his pumpkin needed to go to church with us that morning, they were bathed and all clean after all. So all the pumpkins got loaded into the car and went to church. Fox’s was the only one that made it into the service, the others waited in the car. The pumpkin sat next to me for church and was pretty good until it bumped off the chair and rolled under the seat of the person in front of us. Fox carried it all over church till the very end. He decided keeping track of a pumpkin is a lot of work.
We had a spectacular family weekend, and by family I mean mom and dad, all siblings were there as were in- laws of siblings, cousins, family of family, and people we wish were family. One big gathering for the weekend on the lake in Joseph, OR. Everyone lived in and on the water for a couple of days, and when we weren’t on the water we were eating food. Anything that could be cooked on a Traeger, was. There was a parade too. And then there was the Chief Joseph rodeo. All the kids agreed they wanted to go again next year. Quite a spectacle. A little bit of western Americana, and all the kids loved it.
It was a bit overcast. Not a great day to sell snow cones. I prepared them, “The weather’s not great. I’m not sure you’ll get many customers.” That didn’t matter. They were enthusiastic to set up shop. I went out a few minutes later to be their first customer and low and behold I was not. A few people had already stopped to buy, and by the end of the day they had made $13.00. They were elated.
Granny came to stay with an odd assortment of things, but two things were not so odd. Stacks of books and magazines and an oil painting done in Germany while they were stationed there of grandpa in his prime. Grandpa died about ten years ago on Thanksgiving day, and after you have been married for 53 1/2 years you, she told me, well, I think you must always feel like just half a person.
It’s a GIRL! We, around here, are pretty excited to see what a little girl looks like. Let the shopping begin! (Eric wants photo credits here. So, photo credits to Eric.)
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