::Chilling out after the meal::
::creative ways to burn off your Thanksgiving meal…family wrestling matches. We pushed back furniture, cleared the floor, matched people up. Even had a cowbell to signal the beginning and ending of rounds. My sister's kids sure know how to 'rastle'::
::songs from the coffee table. I think this is BINGO.::
::match after re-match of Memory with two intense competitors::
::blowing bubbles in your pajamas::
Hope yours was a good one, too!
::Chilling out after the meal::
::creative ways to burn off your Thanksgiving meal…family wrestling matches. We pushed back furniture, cleared the floor, matched people up. Even had a cowbell to signal the beginning and ending of rounds. My sister's kids sure know how to 'rastle'::
::songs from the coffee table. I think this is BINGO.::
::match after re-match of Memory with two intense competitors::
::blowing bubbles in your pajamas::
Hope yours was a good one, too!
I have a feeling this will be my last post until after Thanksgiving. (And I also have a feeling that's one of the dumbest titles I've ever given one of my posts.)
But anyway….I have apple pies to make, bread to bake and a house to clean. My sister and I will essentially be trading spaces–Dan, the girls and I will be traveling to my mom's for Thanksgiving, my sister will be coming here–staying at our house, taking care of our chickens, keeping the fire burning–and spending Thanksgiving with our dad and grandmother.
In the meantime, a few odds and ends:
Last night, after several attempts, I conquered my fear of the dpn. I have some serious mental-block, motor-skill issues when it comes to dpns. I cast on several times yesterday afternoon, got twisted, frustrated and gave up. Then last night, I decided to give it one more try. With a lot of jaw-clenching and concentration I finally mastered them and I'm feeling pretty much like dpn hot-stuff. All I want is a pair of Leslie's Toast-for my too-long-arms, too-short-sleeves, freezing cold farmhouse. And I'm ignoring the fact that Ms. Urchin can whip up a pair in two hours. Maybe I should have started this in July.
Emma and I did a little classic pinecone turkey craft for the babycenter blogs. Then we got a little carried away and started making them with all natural materials. It was sticky, sappy business. Emma decided she needed hair extensions au naturel. I think we need to get out more.
And can I just say how much I love having these chickens and guineas? They are so much fun–my favorite part being able to go outside and call: "HEEEERE guinea, guinea, guineas!" or "Heeeere chick, chick, chickies!" And they come running–heads down, feathers spread just a little, waddling as fast as their little yellow legs will carry them, hoping I'll have a big scoop of grain to toss them.
I also love watching Emma, carrying her bright green bucket out to the coop with the whole entourage skittering behind her. I can only imagine how much I'll love these girls when they start giving us eggs. (I do mind however, that two of the girls have become quite fascinated with the road. I have to admit that I hold my breath every time I walk outside, checking the yellow line for "feathers". yikes.)
And last of all, just a few words to say how thankful I am for all of you. I can honestly say that I am touched daily by your emails full of kind words, encouragement, understanding, humor. Thanks for making this documenting of life so enjoyable and fulfilling.
Happy Thanksgiving.
xo.
I have a feeling this will be my last post until after Thanksgiving. (And I also have a feeling that's one of the dumbest titles I've ever given one of my posts.)
But anyway….I have apple pies to make, bread to bake and a house to clean. My sister and I will essentially be trading spaces–Dan, the girls and I will be traveling to my mom's for Thanksgiving, my sister will be coming here–staying at our house, taking care of our chickens, keeping the fire burning–and spending Thanksgiving with our dad and grandmother.
In the meantime, a few odds and ends:
Last night, after several attempts, I conquered my fear of the dpn. I have some serious mental-block, motor-skill issues when it comes to dpns. I cast on several times yesterday afternoon, got twisted, frustrated and gave up. Then last night, I decided to give it one more try. With a lot of jaw-clenching and concentration I finally mastered them and I'm feeling pretty much like dpn hot-stuff. All I want is a pair of Leslie's Toast-for my too-long-arms, too-short-sleeves, freezing cold farmhouse. And I'm ignoring the fact that Ms. Urchin can whip up a pair in two hours. Maybe I should have started this in July.
Emma and I did a little classic pinecone turkey craft for the babycenter blogs. Then we got a little carried away and started making them with all natural materials. It was sticky, sappy business. Emma decided she needed hair extensions au naturel. I think we need to get out more.
And can I just say how much I love having these chickens and guineas? They are so much fun–my favorite part being able to go outside and call: "HEEEERE guinea, guinea, guineas!" or "Heeeere chick, chick, chickies!" And they come running–heads down, feathers spread just a little, waddling as fast as their little yellow legs will carry them, hoping I'll have a big scoop of grain to toss them.
I also love watching Emma, carrying her bright green bucket out to the coop with the whole entourage skittering behind her. I can only imagine how much I'll love these girls when they start giving us eggs. (I do mind however, that two of the girls have become quite fascinated with the road. I have to admit that I hold my breath every time I walk outside, checking the yellow line for "feathers". yikes.)
And last of all, just a few words to say how thankful I am for all of you. I can honestly say that I am touched daily by your emails full of kind words, encouragement, understanding, humor. Thanks for making this documenting of life so enjoyable and fulfilling.
Happy Thanksgiving.
xo.
I probably shouldn't be writing this post right now because I'm feeling really frustrated–with typepad, which is still giving me issues with responding to your comments, making me feel very disconnected with all of you. And with firefox who insists on reinstalling every time I open it, and then takes me to some different version that isn't the one I was using before.
And while I'm at, the girls and I are all battling colds–nothing horrible, just not functioning at 100% which results in lack of sleep and lots of sisterly bickering.
But anyway, focusing on the positive……we had friends over this weekend for dinner. It was so much fun. Lots of good food, lots of laughing, while my kids moved from lap to lap and enjoyed being in the mix of it all–that's one of the perks of being host. Even though I have to work a little more (aka clean to get my house presentable), the actual entertaining part is so much more relaxing and enjoyable for me, when I can have people over to my house. I don't have to worry about my kids breaking things, or climbing on things, or getting too tired to hold it together.
My friend Kate, who came Saturday night is getting ready to take her hobby of baking to the next level and will be starting classes at the Art Institute in Philly very soon. She sent us an email last week with a list of about ten desserts, asking us to vote on which we wanted her to make. That's my kind of election.
Apparently, you get more votes when you're the hostess because my vote for the Toffee Cheesecake won out. And when I got it out on Sunday to nibble on after lunch, it looked so yummy, I had to take that picture.
I've also been meaning to share this sweet clutch of birds that Molly sent to me a few weeks ago. I absolutely love them, as does my husband, and my children. They'll be roosting in our Christmas tree very soon, and then they'll find their permanent perch somewhere prominent in our home. Molly, thank you so much. Your pottery is on its way. (check out Molly's new work with burlap. Oh my.)
Alright. If I don't stop this now, I worry that a toddler's wandering fingers are going to delete my whole post.
Happy Monday.
I probably shouldn't be writing this post right now because I'm feeling really frustrated–with typepad, which is still giving me issues with responding to your comments, making me feel very disconnected with all of you. And with firefox who insists on reinstalling every time I open it, and then takes me to some different version that isn't the one I was using before.
And while I'm at, the girls and I are all battling colds–nothing horrible, just not functioning at 100% which results in lack of sleep and lots of sisterly bickering.
But anyway, focusing on the positive……we had friends over this weekend for dinner. It was so much fun. Lots of good food, lots of laughing, while my kids moved from lap to lap and enjoyed being in the mix of it all–that's one of the perks of being host. Even though I have to work a little more (aka clean to get my house presentable), the actual entertaining part is so much more relaxing and enjoyable for me, when I can have people over to my house. I don't have to worry about my kids breaking things, or climbing on things, or getting too tired to hold it together.
My friend Kate, who came Saturday night is getting ready to take her hobby of baking to the next level and will be starting classes at the Art Institute in Philly very soon. She sent us an email last week with a list of about ten desserts, asking us to vote on which we wanted her to make. That's my kind of election.
Apparently, you get more votes when you're the hostess because my vote for the Toffee Cheesecake won out. And when I got it out on Sunday to nibble on after lunch, it looked so yummy, I had to take that picture.
I've also been meaning to share this sweet clutch of birds that Molly sent to me a few weeks ago. I absolutely love them, as does my husband, and my children. They'll be roosting in our Christmas tree very soon, and then they'll find their permanent perch somewhere prominent in our home. Molly, thank you so much. Your pottery is on its way. (check out Molly's new work with burlap. Oh my.)
Alright. If I don't stop this now, I worry that a toddler's wandering fingers are going to delete my whole post.
Happy Monday.