It is harvest time. It was so exciting to watch our garden grow. And I say "watch" because I basically watched Brian take care of it. He worked so hard and I am so proud of what we got out of our little garden..... until I realized that now I have all this stuff I need to do something with it. Yikes! I have never really canned anything by myself. I remember suffering through it as a kid but of course I didn't actually pay attention to what was going on. Anyhow, I decided to give it a try. My sweet neighbor Kathey brought us a bunch of apples from her in-laws, so I was able to do a couple batches of apple pie filling. It is sooooo yummy!
And I also did a couple batches of salsa. Although I am really the only one who eats it. Guess I better go get some chips..... and don't be surprised if I show up at your door with a jar.
As I turned around and saw Grey doing this, I had to laugh because I had forgotten how much I loved playing with the canning rings as a kid. My Mom had a big box of them and we would run around the house with them on our arms.
It is also apparent that Morgan would like to replace PJ....... I just had to laugh. The things that girl got into while I was canning was ridiculous.
I turned to put PJ in his swing just to find this. I think she got a little bored. So much in fact that she started conjuring up ways to get my attention. She set me up. Earlier she had dragged a kitchen chair into the center of the kitchen and left it there. Later, she poured out Teenie's water all over the kitchen floor. I unaware, went running into the kitchen for something and.......... well you do the math.... It was not graceful... I slammed my shin into the chair, and smashed my other knee on the tile floor as I attempted to catch myself. I did not succeed. I wanted to cry and then curse and then I just yelled at poor Morgan. She kept a safe distance from me in the living room on the couch. There was no way she was going anywhere near me while I was in a screaming heap on the floor. After several minutes of moaning and whining, I picked myself up off the floor to check all mobility systems for damage. Aside from some sweet bruises, I was fine. I felt like I had been hit by a bus. My back ached all night long. I am getting old! We had a good laugh about it later.
And just check out how huge this little fella is getting.... that face just makes me so happy.
Check out this handsome little fella! On 10/24/10 we finally found a date that would work to bless this cute little man. I can't believe he is 3 months old already and even more surprised that his outfit still fit! Barely :)
This is our chill little PJ.
He was looking pretty comfy with Grammy.
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I still have a hard time believing that we have 4 kids. 4 amazing kids!
Momo and Grey held signs and cheered him on.
I wish I had taken a video camera. On the last lap, he was just barely jogging until he saw us in the crowd and he kicked it into high gear and ran as fast as those little legs could carry him. His face was priceless. He was beat red for a couple hrs after the race. He worked so hard.
Oh and I made some cute Halloween cookies last night and decided to be all artistic. I had to post a pic so I could remember them because the kids keep eating them. Sniff sniff. I eat their abstract pieces of art and they eat mine. Somehow, it hurts less that way. Some days I just want to be a baker. I would love it.
And I also did a couple batches of salsa. Although I am really the only one who eats it. Guess I better go get some chips..... and don't be surprised if I show up at your door with a jar.
As I turned around and saw Grey doing this, I had to laugh because I had forgotten how much I loved playing with the canning rings as a kid. My Mom had a big box of them and we would run around the house with them on our arms.
It is also apparent that Morgan would like to replace PJ....... I just had to laugh. The things that girl got into while I was canning was ridiculous.
I turned to put PJ in his swing just to find this. I think she got a little bored. So much in fact that she started conjuring up ways to get my attention. She set me up. Earlier she had dragged a kitchen chair into the center of the kitchen and left it there. Later, she poured out Teenie's water all over the kitchen floor. I unaware, went running into the kitchen for something and.......... well you do the math.... It was not graceful... I slammed my shin into the chair, and smashed my other knee on the tile floor as I attempted to catch myself. I did not succeed. I wanted to cry and then curse and then I just yelled at poor Morgan. She kept a safe distance from me in the living room on the couch. There was no way she was going anywhere near me while I was in a screaming heap on the floor. After several minutes of moaning and whining, I picked myself up off the floor to check all mobility systems for damage. Aside from some sweet bruises, I was fine. I felt like I had been hit by a bus. My back ached all night long. I am getting old! We had a good laugh about it later.
And just check out how huge this little fella is getting.... that face just makes me so happy.
PJ is her evil nemesis
