At this rate, I'll be doing quarterly picture dumps... As always,
I've had several blog posts in mind, but my usual inability to sit down
at the desktop has hindered my post production. I can't work with
pictures from the camera or type meaningfully while on the iPad or my
iPhone. This post is brought to you by Daddy convincing Samuel to take a
nap with him, thereby leaving me with only one child to wrangle for an
hour or so.
Whoa! What's up with the freaky white stuff?!?
When people see Samuel and Solomon together, they remark on the family resemblance.
But I say these two are the ones who look most alike.
Apparently we broke the mold after Eve.
Eve's 8th birthday decorations.
Isaiah, opening his St. Michael the Archangel action figure from Uncle Daniel.
warning was on the back of the St. Michael toy packaging. If nothing
strikes you as odd, read it again, slowly. I swear, I don't go looking
for typos, they find ME.
These kinds of posts are largely for my own archival purposes, but bear with me and I'll reward you with something special at the end.
An Advent train wreck on my counter: cookie plates, cranberry-and-candle centerpiece, kids' advent manger/sacrifice counter, and the 3-D stained glass window Advent calendar. And a bunch of random art stuff in the background.
We did a Jesse Tree for the first time this year! I participated in a Jesse Tree ornament exchange, which resulted in a wide variety of ornament styles. I love variety, so it works for me.
A little under-lit and blurry, but this was the best Christmas Eve photo we got.
Isaiah, barely restraining himself.
... what is this, some kind of Bumbo Christmas jig?
Demolition time for the gingerbread house.
I wanted a picture of our house at night, and this was the best I could get (the flash lit up the fog).
And now for the reward:
I give you: a young Hercule Poirot!
...Or just Solomon, sporting the Mustachifier his wiseacre uncle gave him.
We had some unusually wintry weather in November this year -- for about a week the lows were in the teens and the highs in the mid-twenties. I'm sure this is boring for anyone who lives in a place that gets real winter weather, but here in the maritime Pacific Northwest such temperatures are not the norm, and certainly not in November. I got all excited and took pictures to document the cold.
Hm. I guess we should have winterized the fountain in the pond before now.
Heavy frost on an ornamental cabbage.
Aaaaand what the heck, here's a cute Solomon picture.
A few miles to the north and down an incredibly scenic drive lies a water-wheel driven grist mill which has been lovingly maintained by a team of local volunteers. Every year on the last Saturday in October they hold a cider pressing. The kids and I think that real, fresh, unpasteurized apple cider is pretty much the nectar of the gods, so we queued up and got our allotted two half-gallons.
Then it was time for Halloween.
Left to right: Isaiah (cheetah); Eve (peacock); Samuel (tiger)
I "made" Eve's costume this year, which is to say, I bought clothes in the right colors and went a little nuts with feathers and a hot glue gun.
It has become a tradition for the kids and I to visit my folks during the last week before school starts. Happily, it generally works out that Uncle Daniel can be there at the same time. Below are some pictures of this year's adventures, plus a few miscellaneous pictures I couldn't find a home for.
Wading in the Yamhill River.
Uncle Daniel, teaching his nephews how to "water ski".
Chillin' in the river
Yes, we are Dr. Who fan-geeks. If you have no clue, look here: Stormy
I think the blackberry bushes I planted must have started their lives a little too close to a nuclear power plant. Freaks of freaking nature.
First day of school, and Isaiah's first day of Kindergarten!