Those cords right there around his neck stand for smartness!
By this point in the talks, this was what we were all wishing we could do
Somehow we were supposed to take him seriously. The outfit reminded us a bit of a mullet, business on the tie, party on the shirt.
Congratulations, Jarrett! We are super proud of you.
to see some more pictures of Jarrett’s graduation, go here.
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.”
This is the outfit Fox came up with for the baseball game. It was so outlandish that I let him wear it. No one in the world would think that his mother had dressed him this way. But I did have to bribe him with gummy worms to get this photo. Fox is a bit of a private guy. Ha, just kidding. He was having too much fun with some kids he met at the game to be bothered with photos.
“These people do not know what they are doing.”
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.
Discussing the merits of the perfect pumpkin, a lesson I think Fox is giving Athan. I cannot even be sure that that is the pumpkin Fox ended up keeping. He switched his out several times before he found the perfect one.
The pumpkins get weighed. Then each of the kids took turns getting weighed.
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.
Watching the parade…
and waiting for candy to get thrown.
When no bags are available to collect candy, pockets always work.
Darrell brought a large grill down to the lake and cooked bacon and eggs out of the back of his old, yellow pick-up.
Catching minnows in paper cups.
Steaks in the Traeger
Lest you think every moment was happy.
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.
Blue Filter Photography
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.)
Blue Filter Photography
Perfect weather for a boat tour of the city. And though we weren’t supposed to, we did take an entire pizza on board for lunch. New York City is a beautiful city.
It’s a little sad when people say, “Take my picture, take my picture,” all so they can be made ugly. How much fun you can have by simply switching people’s faces around in the photo? Quite a lot. If you do not have the Face Bomb app, get it. It will be the best $.99 you ever spent.
For Christmas this year we headed to Montana where there was the perfect amount of snow and all over wintery feel, just right for Christmas. We went to The Hobbit, made gingerbread houses, rode the carousel, and went cross country skiing and after skiing we warmed ourselves by the fireplace and sipped White Russians.
Well, thanks to my good friend, Lettie, I finally have a blog for my photography work. Just incase you want to check it out here it is. If you’re local I could even take your picture.