Nothing too exciting. Just a little breakfast baking in the early morning. Nightgown girl in position for stirring. Boy in the tractor p.j.s manning the melting.
Mama, overseeing the operations and in awe of the fact that there was no bickering or arguing, and even no fighting over the spoon. Really.
It was a nice, peaceful breakfast of 'nilla bars and milk. Yum.
There's a new cyclist in town. Guess whose legs are finally long enough to make that little red tricyle toodle up and down the road?
Yep. You guessed it. Ruby Eva. "I'm doing it. I'm doing it!! Riding a bike feels funny!"
And down the road we go.
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Best wishes for a beautiful new year!
Ah, Christmas. It arrived and was celebrated with great fanfare and delight. And now, its memories are tucked away for another year. We fill our post-holiday days with new (real!) tools, fairy homes, spurs, chaps and all manner of cowboy attire, much-needed new art supplies and treasured, handmade gifts by all. (And a fox pelt in a pear tree.)
Until next year, Christmas - we'll welcome you once again!
We found ourselves at the Buffalo Bill Cody Christmas extravaganza once again this year . . . it's a great occasion to wear your Bill Cody outfit. (See August above.) It's crispy cold, smells like horses and is a festive way to prepare for Christmas, enjoying the lights and hot cider on a trip through the grounds behind the clip-clop of hooves.
{this moment} - A Friday ritual. A single photo - no words - capturing a moment from the week. A simple, special, extraordinary moment. A moment I want to pause, savor and remember.
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Happy fort-ing!
Each year I write 'learn to knit' on my list of New Year's Projects. After many years of wishing instead of doing, today, my friends, I am happy to report I have finally done so. Really.
I suppose I should really be using my time to work on Christmas presents . . . or putting away laundry or picking up the house that seems to have exploded in the past 24 hours.
But this is waaaaaaaaay more fun.
I think I'm going to have to add a line-item to my budget for yarn.
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(Thanks, Karen, for all your help! This is seriously addictive.)
{this moment} - A Friday ritual. A single photo - no words - capturing a moment from the week. A simple, special, extraordinary moment. A moment I want to pause, savor and remember.
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Happy snowflakes!
drawing by August M.
Well, here we are - all four of us traipsing across the country to find our Christmas tree. It was cold (in the upper 20s) a bit overcast and we had two tired kids, but our now annual trip to Heins Pines made up for any gray aspect of the day. And guess what they had? (Those lucky, lucky people.) Snow. They had snow. It was marvelous.
And do you know what else they had? Critters. Lots of ‘em. We {heart} critters.
If anyone has one of these barns just sitting about that they are no longer using, just give me a jingle. Really. We’d be happy to take it off your hands.
(Can you see the star?)
The magic of Christmas is here . . . open the door to your heart and let it in. Won't you?
{this moment} - A Friday ritual. A single photo - no words - capturing a moment from the week. A simple, special, extraordinary moment. A moment I want to pause, savor and remember.
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Happy weekend!
