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This afternoon I took Jake out for a few photos in the snow. He promised he'd cooperate if he could have one picture like this...



He learned that look from me.

Let the Decorating Begin!

I'm terribly excited to be spending Christmas in Washington with my family this year, the first time in SEVEN YEARS! But that doesn't mean Christmas isn't going to vomit all over my house this year. Because it already did. I just haven't taken pictures yet. I did catch Jordy in the act of decorating her room tree though. She's so predictable.

Curiouser and Curiouser

Every time I walk past the frozen pumpkins on the front porch I think to myself, "I should really throw those away." But they are cold and slimy and I don't want to touch them.

Due to my procrastination, a moose stopped by for some Black Friday breakfast this morning and now I have a much slimier pumpkin to clean up. How do I know this? Let's examine the evidence, shall we?


Footprints that don't belong to a dog or a husband...


Foliage destruction and Jordy hadn't been outside at all the previous day...


There used to be a pumpkin here...


Oh, here it is. Was. Whatever.

Happy Thanksgiving!

Happy Ham Day! We had ham.

Late Night Convo

The following took place approximately a quarter after 8pm on Monday evening. I was in the living room and Jordan was out of sight, supposedly tucked in bed. But I heard a noise...

ME: Jordy, are you out of bed?!

JORDY: No! I'm just going potty!

ME: (pause) In your bed!?

JORDY: No! In the bathroom!

ME: (pause) So, you are out of bed.

JORDY: Yes.

Happy Birthday to my sweet Mommy!



May your day be filled with sunshine and Harleys. And good books.

It's Here.

The snow is here. Yay. I'm so happy.

Lone Survivor

I'm an avid reader.

That may be too mild of a description. Voracious might be more apt. I read a lot of books. I read a lot of different genres of books, my favorite being any sort of uber mushy love story. Sigh...

I keep a list of all the books I've read throughout the year (I've just finished my 87th for the year). I also keep a list of all the movies I've seen throughout the year (over 50 so far!). I like lists. Almost as much as I like books.

I recently read one of those mushy love stories which happened to feature a Navy Seal as the hero of the book. I was mentioning to a friend how I thought Navy Seals are like super heroes considering what they are capable of (assuming of course that my fictional book contained any thread of truth about what they do). Anyway, my friend immediately recommended the book, Lone Survivor, which is a true story written by a true Navy Seal about a true mission that he was a part of. Not to give anything away but he ended up being the LONE SURVIVOR of that mission.

And I was right, they really are just like super heroes.



Very highly recommended by me and I know books.

Halloweenies

Because Halloween fell on a Sunday this year and we have church on Sunday evenings, we weren't sure if we were going to go trick or treating. Darrin called an audible last minute though and we geared up and got out there. We weren't the first ones out either which surprised me. It was 27 degrees so we only hoofed it around the block and came home. We still managed to get quite a haul.


My kids were hilarious as always. After repeated reminders to say, "trick or treat!" and "thank you," Josh started saying, "trick or treat" and then turning to us (usually standing way out on the street) and yelling, "I said it!" Darrin would toss out a thumbs up and I'd remind him to say thank you. Rinse and repeat, over and over.



Because we were out early, many houses weren't prepared yet and either didn't answer the door or handed out popcorn. At one house we could hear a dog barking but nobody came to the door so Darrin and I called the kids back. Suddenly the door opened and an elderly lady came out with a bowl of candy. Jordan went running back up the porch hollering, "You took FOREVER!" The lady laughed and told them she was putting up her dog.

So at the next few houses, when people didn't answer the door right away Jake would assure us that they were coming, they were just "hanging up their dogs first."

At one of the last houses a man and his daughter answered the door and though I couldn't quite hear the conversation from my position out on the street, I distinctly heard Jordan say something about being able to smell something inside their house. I never did get a chance to ask her what she smelled. I could only hope she was discussing a good smell and not a nasty dog pee smell or something.


After church I let the kids stay in their costumes and help me pass out candy to the late crowd of trick or treaters. At first they were into it but they soon got distracted by other entertainments. It got to the point that I would answer the door and one of them would inevitably moan, "NOT AGAIN!" Or Jake would look at the costumed person on our porch and ask, derisively, "what are you supposed to be?"

If I hadn't been laughing so hard I would have pushed them all down the stairs to shut them up.