Family Time

This year we have much to be grateful for; including the arrival of our little Dalanie, a new home, a safe harvest which is now complete, good health, good friends, and wonderful family. We spent time in Burley for Thanksgiving. Our time was filled with lots of activities and fun.
To kick of the holiday, the entire family participated in a 5K Turkey Trot Thanksgiving morning. Since it was so frigid, Brent opted to be the support crew and stay with the kiddlings in the Suburban. I came in 2nd out of the family. Maybe, just maybe, this marks the beginning of my running career. Subsequent events included the "feast," candymaking, Wii tournaments, horse riding, and Christmas tree cutting. I hope you enjoyed your Thanksgiving.

Construction Zone

Over the weekend my parents came up to build a shelving unit in our mudroom for mine and Brent's birthday present. Hudson loved helping Momma and Pappa measure and hand him tools. It turned into a long project by the time the guys had to go to IF to get some shorter screws. Funny thing is, they got up to Home Depot and realized neither one of them had their wallets, so they turned around and came home. Then progress was put on hold again so Dad, Brent and Chod could go duck hunting. We still need to stain and get the trim on to complete the project, but it's going to be very nice to have. So thanks Mom and Dad. See you in a few days.

Wish Granted

Like my flowing hair?

For quite some time, Hudson has been wanting to ride a horse. Since we rounded up some of the cows yesterday, he was finally granted his wish. Brent and I were both a little leery of putting him on a horse that rarely gets ridden. We decided to get him good and tired before throwing our little buckaroo on. But as soon as Brent got Louie saddled, Hudson started begging. I distracted him by going to the cabin. We played there for awhile and ate lunch. As we were driving down to the corrals Hudson demanded, "Hudson ride horse--RIGHT NOW!" (An exclamation lately.) At long last he finally got his first horse ride. He loved when Louie would shake and liked to be able to "drive" and hold the reins. If it's up to Hudson, Louie is going to be getting a lot more attention.

Helpful Hudson

About a month ago, I undertook a project of refinishing an old dining room table and 4 chairs. Our friends didn't have need of them so I gave them a home. It hasn't been that big of a project but it has taken me a long time. Today while I was in the garage putting the final coat of polyurethane on, Hudson commented on what a dirty car I have. Since he is such a problem solver, he went and got a rag to clean it. Only problem is, I turned around just in time to see him running sandpaper down my door. Luckily I caught him before he "cleaned" anymore of it.
Once his helpfulness was tampered in the garage, he got my pruning shears. At first he was just cutting weeds but before I knew it, he was giving our flowering plum a nice haircut. What a helper. Maybe that's why it's taken so long to complete my project.

Talking Turkey

I loaded up my "leftover" duck and frog and took them to Burley on the 1st. We stopped by Grandma and Grandpa Wilkins first, then Magic Valley Produce to behold Dad's fabricating before actually getting home. The kids enjoyed being spending time with Momma and Pappa. We came home with a new family member, (compliments of Dad's "resources" and a group effort in the creativity department.)

The Tale of Our Brownie-Locks

Once upon a time Brownie-Locks woke up to find her three-month old self crammed into her bassinet. "This bed is much to small."
So into Mamma Bear's bed she went after waking during the night. It was a restless night and little sleep to be had. "Oh my, this bed is much too big."

She searched the kingdom high and low. Finally at Grandma and Grandpa's she found a comfy spot for a little shut eye. She rested thinking,"This chair by the fire is just right." And little Brownie-Locks lived happily every after. Yours truly, Brownie-Locks, with her first set of pigtails.

Trick or Treat

We practiced being a frog all day, saying "Trick or Treat," and "thank you." You wouldn't have know it. Hudson was so shy, he wouldn't say a word. It frustrated me but he still got candy, so he didn't see much of a need. We went around to some of the older people in the ward that we go and visit regularly. They enjoy seeing the kids all dressed up. Our ward does a trunk or treat at the church parking lot, so there really aren't many kids that still go around to houses.

It's great if you want a lot of candy, but kind of sad. Some of my best memories of trick or treating were stopping at Glenn and Alene Judd's home for popcorn balls where they always took our pictures, or Algott and Lottie Peterson's home where your visit moistened Lottie's eyes. There were very few homes I remember going up to the door while Mom and Dad sat in the car. Each stop was usually a family affair and visit. But if Dad did sit in the car he always said, "Don't forget to ask for one for your Dad."