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.)
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.
Well, here they are, the chairs I promised pictures of whenever I got them finished. I am quite pleased with the results and the pair of them now sit happily in our little library.
I’m pretty sure I’m the last one to get the memo on this but has anyone discovered Spoonflower? You can design your own pattern and have it printed to fabric which is pretty amazing. But what I was really thrilled about was the array of incredible designers on the site. All the patterns here are the work of Holli Zollinger.
As you know I have this fetish for fabrics. I love the idea of buying bolts of fabric in a myriad of patterns. And then what to do with them. Well, there’s always pillows. You see, I’m not a big sewer but pillows I can handle. I found all these fabrics I want to get and need only the smallest excuse to get them. I would love them all for the boys’ room. But really, how many pillows does the boys’ room need? Apparently about twenty. I think maybe if I just opened a fabric store I would be better off.
Prizes to anyone who can guess what this is. This is my poor little copper bottomed pot. It became a casualty to my inattention while at the computer. I left it to browse artworks. When I finally remembered it, the water was all boiled away and I had a very over heated pot. This has happened to several of my pots for the same reasons. You would think I would learn a lesson. But the silver lining is that I got a lovely photo out of the whole deal, one I think I might actually frame.
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