Derek serving snowballs to his California cousins (mmmm)



Devon serving some snowballs to Derek (believe it or not, Derek wanted him to hit him in the back!)



The lovely Myah sporting her new pink snow suit.



Snow at the beginning of October was a little soon for me, but the kids had a blast, and I'll admit that I am a little excited to build a luge in our front yard again.

Grabbies

I had to give my kitchen tongs to Derek as they are his new favorite toy. He tells us, and anyone that visits, "they carry heavy things...and pick up toys." Three is one of my favorite ages.

With the Jurassic Creatures in Redmond

Give a caption to this photo that describes what

you think is happening.

Winnie the...

You know your child has reached the next level of intelligent humor when they realize that Winnie-the-POOH is a funny name for a bear?

Derek's deduction:

"Winnie-the-pooh"
"Pooh?"
"Poop?"
"Ha ha ha ha"
"Winnie-the-POOP! Winnie-the-POOP! Silly silly little old bear...Winnie-the-POOP!"

Pink Nails

About 3am Audrey and I had this conversation:

Audrey (half asleep) "I want pink nails...I want you to paint my nails pink...I WANT PINK!"

Me "Go back to sleep...we will paint them at lunch time."

Audrey (now trying to sit up and climb out of bed) "I want to get lunch now."

Oh Audrey, remember, you are TWO not Thirteen.

A Little Boy's Adventure

I am thinking that Derek may be lacking a bit of adventure in his life, as was manifest by his need to create one of his own. While I was making lunch Derek put on his Santa Clause bag (a previous Christmas gift bag) as a back pack with his Jessie (from Toy Story) doll inside. I thought he was walking next door to the neighbors house to play as he usually does, and he did walk to their house. Only, he kept walking....and walking. He walked half-a-mile to the park near our house, crossing a busy road. My neighbor and myself ran around the neighborhood searching for him. When my neighbor found Derek, he said, "I found the darkest part of the woods(from a Winnie the Pooh story)." He was not scared, (in his mind) not lost, just on an adventure. What a relief it was to see my little boy, with his Santa bag on his back, walking down the street to me. I love my brave little THREE-year-old!

Harvest Time

This late Summer/Fall has been busy and rewarding. For those of you who have not yet been to our house, we have a lot of fruit trees. One pear tree is particularly fruitful. We have been harvesting more fruit than we even know what to do with.

So after:
5 Jars of Plumb Jam
9 Fruit Crisps
1 Apple Pie
4 Jars of Salsa
8 Fruit Leathers
10 Trays of Dried Apples
19 Trays of Dried Pears
4 Trays of Raisins

We can comfortably say that we are domesticated.