Halloween Prep

Aunt Kristal came over for our fun-filled evening.  We started by performing a small concert of "Boil 'Em Cabbage Down" for her enjoyment.  There are no videos.  It is much better without the audio so feel blessed.

Ignore the dog-eaten blinds in the background.  I will get around to buying new window coverings, it just isn't high on my priority list.

We then got to the fun part of the evening:  Playing with knives and guttin' some pumpkins!

Michael and I carved pumpkins for the little ones.  They told us what design they wanted and we endeavored to create them. 

Everyone with their creation.  Ethan carved two pumpkins.  The little one was a puking pumpkin.  He saved the guts and had them spewing out of the pumpkin's mouth on our front porch.  The squirrels were in heaven and there were pumpkins guts everywhere.  By Halloween night the squirrels had even eaten the face off the pukin' pumpkin.  Darn squirrels.

All the glowing glory.  We couldn't have been more ready for Halloween.

Dad's Weekend

My oldest niece decided to get married.  Her wedding was in Havre, Montana.  If you drive straight through, without a single stop, it will take 10 1/2 hours in the car.  After a brief discussion Michael and I decided not to take the kids to the wedding.  Somehow one whole day in the car, one day to enjoy the wedding, and then another whole day in the car didn't seem like a fun family outing.  Instead it was decided I would go and he would stay home with the kids.  While I was driving my sister and my deaf divorced parents around the western United States, Michael and the kids played.

 

He took the kids to Farmstead's Homeschool Day.  We would have liked to have gone together but homeschool day is so much cheaper and is the only way we can justify the expense.  Regular admission is just crazy.

They jumped.

They swung.

The got buried in the corn.

It seems they may have even ended up in the slammer.  This is the part of the weekend they don't talk about much.

They even went through the corn maze.  The little ones rode in style while Michael pulled them in a wagon.  I think that officially makes him a better sport than me.

They also each picked a little pumpkin to bring home.  Meanwhile I am in the car, stopping every two hours because someone needed to use the potty.  We arrived in Havre to find ourselves in a whirlwind of activity.  The wedding was the next morning at 11:00 so we all pitched in to finish the flowers, decorate some sheet cakes and in general try to be helpful house guests.

On Saturday Libby had a Halloween party.  She wanted to be a princess.  Michael's sister, Amy, volunteered to help her be truly glamorous.  She came over and did Libby's makeup (much better than I ever would have) and helped her get dressed.

Gorgeous, isn't she?

I was in Montana getting ready for the wedding.  I have no pictures as Michael had the camera.  I watched my niece marry the man she loves and I kept busy helping serve and clean up.  After the wedding, the portion of the family who weren't newly married went on a hike.  I wish I had the pictures to share.  We ended up on top of a mountain looking down over the aspens turning yellow.  We could even see Canada.  I need to see if I can track down some pictures.

Sunday, Michael took all the kids to church while I loaded back into the van and drove, and drove, and drove.  Thanks to a stop at Craters of the Moon and a stop to help a stranded motorist our trip home took 14 1/2 hours.  I got home at 8:20.  I had barely put the car in park before children exploded out of my house looking for me.  It was beyond wonderful to finally be home.  And nobody was dead nor had the house exploded.  Michael did a great job.  Now I know I can leave for a long weekend every now and then.  Hawaii here I come!

Dryer Days

My dryer and I have been compromising all summer long.  As long as I hung out most of the clothes it would grudgingly dry an occasional load.  It would take a couple of cycles but it would dry them.

Once the cooler weather hit my dryer decided it was done playing and gave up heating entirely.  Thankfully I have a friend who had a dryer she wasn't using that she brought by.  It heats up and dries everything in one cycle!  It's amazing.  Meanwhile we had our dryer sitting out in our yard, which we can all agree is a fabulous look.  I mentioned to Michael that said friend said we should be able to get $30 or so for our old dryer at the recycling center.  She even offered to drive it there on her trailer next time she was in town.

Michael and I agreed that it would be silly to have her come back in to help us out.  We have a minivan and a trailer and the recycling center is less than a mile from our house.  We could figure this out.  So Michael did figure it out.  He loaded it on his bike trailer!

 

The neighbor lent him some straps and Michael started off.  Upon arriving at the recycling center a mile from our house he found it closed.  He had missed it by six minutes.  He asked if there was another recycling center close and was directed to one nearly four miles away and up a steep hill.  Michael was not to be deterred and jumped on his bike.  Just before he left the first recycling center a perfect stranger snapped a photo of his load.  Once he was in the general vicinity of the recycling center he stopped at Lowes to ask for more specific directions to the recycling center.  While there he ran into a coworker of his who also needed to snap a photo.

After traveling a total of 5.5 miles since leaving the house, he pulled into the recycling center.  He unloaded the dryer, threw it on the scale where it weighed in at 110 pounds.  The the recycling guy said "Two dollars and twenty cents."  Michael thought he misheard, but then he was handed two soggy Washingtons and two dimes.

Woohoo!  We're rich!  Michael took his rather disappointing reward and pedaled on back home.  When he was more than halfway there, he realized he left all the straps back at the recycling center.  Normally this wouldn't be a big deal, but they weren't his straps!  He either needed to recover them or replace them, and the latter would cost money so this dryer which was supposed to earn us $30 was going to cost us about the same!  Why, you ask?  Because when he got home he also noticed his little blinky light had come off his bike somewhere along the way.  Sigh.

Anyway, we eventually recovered the straps, returned them to the neighbor and Michael spent his hard-earned cash on an ice cream bar at Costco.  What a ride!

Museum Comes to Life!

We look forward to this event every September.  Our local historical museum staffs the displays with people in period costume and have people demonstrating knitting, weaving, rug making and more inside the museum.  Outside there is traditional dancing, gold panning, musket ball firing, roping, and old timey game playing.  There is something for everyone and the entire event is free.  It is a lovely event even if it is pretty crowded.

The kids love to have their names written in calligraphy.

My kids are the cool kids of hula hooping.

We also had to try a target practice game and a game called hoops and graces.  Don't we all look graceful?

 Everyone needs to know how to properly rope a cow.

There was also the Oscar Meyer weinermobile.  Why wouldn't there be a giant hot dog among all the vintage cars and teepees?  It made perfect sense.  The greatest joy came when they gave us all a whistle for singing the Oscar Meyer weiner song.  Words fail to express the sheer bliss of being followed around by four kids blowing into shrill plastic whistles.  Words fail.

Inside the museum Sam found a new reason for living.  My little guy who can't stay still for anything spent forever gazing at the model trains.  This was shortly before we lost him.  I thought Michael had him.

I was under the impression the boys were all off looking at clocks while the girls and I were talking to some lovely women who were knitting.  Then I heard the P.A. announcement that every parent dreads.  "We have a little boy named Sam at the front desk who is wearing a Bronco's jersey."  I looked at the woman I was talking to and yelped, "I thought his dad had him!" threw Grace up on my hip and started running up front.  I got up there to find a teary little boy and pretty understanding volunteers.  I hugged Sam and we started to walk off when a little girl who was volunteering ran up to us.  She was bringing the sad, lost, little boy a bag of cookies.  She was very sweet and Sam suddenly didn't think getting lost was that bad.  I'm almost afraid that he is going to try it again to see if he can score some more cookies.

He did share his prize with Grace and they rode off into the sunset. No quilts were injured or smeared with cookie crumbs in the taking of this picture.

We then continued our journey.

One of our last stops, and a perennial favorite is the printing press.  We left a bit more educated, a lot more tired, and with many copies of the same page of newsprint.  Hopefully next year we can manage not to lose anyone.  I don't think my heart could handle it again.

September in Review

There were some beautiful days to spend at the park.

There were piles of leaves to rake.  If you look carefully you can just see my face in the leaves.  The kids loved burying everyone in the leaves.  They are sad we don't have more leaves.  I am not. 

We even spent some time wading in the river.

Everyone but this guy.  He had to get a mole removed on his foot.  Then he had to go back in and get it cut at again.  It had a few questionable cells and we needed to make sure we got them all.  The first time he had six stitches and the second time he ended up with twenty four.  Stitches across the top of a persons foot are no fun at all.  There was no wading in the river for him.

September also saw Michael and I at the Sun Valley Inn.  He had to record a conference all weekend.  Meanwhile I sat around in a beautifully quiet hotel room.  It was completely quiet and everything stayed just where I put it.  It was amazing.

And last but not least our favorite visitor came for awhile.  This is O.L.F. (our little friend) and he likes to visit our mailbox during the summer and fall.  He has visited us every year since we moved in.  It may be a different frog each year but we choose to believe it is the same frog year after year.

That about wraps up September.  Now I need to catch up October.  Halloween has already come and gone.