Archive | November, 2013

Crafty

29 Nov

Cole made a turkey at art club and wanted to share the project with the whole family, so he diligently cut out thousands of pieces of construction paper and taught us how to do it.  Such a nice lad.  On the feathers, we were instructed to write down things for which we are thankful.  Here’s what each member of our family selected:

Todd: air conditioning, computers, books, nature, family

Owen: house, swimming, tickles, love, family

Cole: water food and candy, transportation, books, family, video games

Eliana: music, Heavenly Father, snuggles, little boys, sunshine

I think that is a fairly good representation of this odd band of people living in this house.

Bliss

28 Nov

Dinner with old friends (by both definitions).

Sunshine (meal outside)

Afternoon walk/run/play/explore along the river.

Catching myself in a moment where I thought, what more could a person possibly want from life?

Is it cheesy to say that you have had a perfect day?  Probably.  But there’s not one second that I wish was different.  Good by any reckoning, but especially good if you are Eliana and not disposed to such a feeling.

I hope others had an exquisite, blessed Thanksgiving.

Gallery

Family Art Project

19 Nov
The flinging of point, after studying Pollack pictures and videos online.

The flinging of point, after studying Pollack pictures and videos online.

Ta Da!  We decided not to move the tv back into the living room so we had a giant empty wall.  Owen thinks the finished product looks like the end of the world.  Cole thinks it looks like spider webs.

Ta Da! We decided not to move the tv back into the living room so we had a giant empty wall. Owen thinks the finished product looks like the end of the world. Cole thinks it looks like spider webs.

Must Remember

5 Nov

I started reading Charlie and the Chocolate Factory with Owen yesterday.  Cole stopped what he was doing, forced his way under my arm and onto a nonexistent part of the couch, and snuggled in to listen.  Then he made me promise not to read while he goes to school.

This eight year old might be tall and smart and full of independence, but everyone loves to be read to.  It was sweet.  Love these little people who grow up and come back for the comfort of being young, then venture off a few more steps.