Thankful for a Houseful

Yes I am aware that it's January and I'm just now posting about Thanksgiving, but I say better late than never, right? I mean, if nothing else, I had to post this picture of the delicious turkey that Paul made:

Jealous much? You should be. But actually, however wonderful the turkey was, it was nothing compared to the company we had for Thanksgiving. Grandma and Grandpa and Liam drove up from Rapid City, and Uncle Patrick came down from college to hang out with us for the long weekend, and we had a great time! The weather was brisk, but we still managed to get outside a few times. The whole crew (minus napping Audrey and a very tired me) took a hike in Crosby Farm Park so the boys could show off their new stomping grounds.  We also spent an afternoon outside in the backyard with a bonfire, playing soccer and roasting marshmallows.

Thanksgiving itself was relaxing and fun. I do love traveling to see family, and our kids are pretty darn good at road trips, but sometimes it is nice to celebrate a holiday in the comfort of home. Having family come to us was the best of both worlds! And I think we passed muster on the meal itself: Paul's fabulous turkey, green beans with carmelized onion, mashed potatoes, sweet potato casserole, and of course Maureen brought an offering of her delicious cranberry sauce and PIE. Yum, yum, yum!

And then- this is how amazing my mother-in-law is- I didn't have to cook another meal the rest of the weekend! She brought frozen casseroles for us to eat for dinner so that I could spend my time with people instead of in the kitchen. She really thinks of everything.

As always, the weekend was over too soon. We miss everyone and look forward to the next visit!

Lucian and Uncle Liam having major snuggle time

Dream come true for my boys: storytime with BOTH grandmas!

Grandpa and Audrey, best buds!

I'm Back!

I bet you all thought I gave up on this blog, huh?

It's been a rough month (more on that later), but as a re-entry into the world of blogging, here are a few winter pics of the kids to tide you over.

Carving pumpkins:

 Playing in the snow:

Decorating for Christmas:

Soon to come:

-The Yantes family Thanksgiving visit
-Christmas festivities
-A big announcement!

Stay tuned...

Twelve Books of Christmas

The boys love this statue outside our local library

Like the good Catholics we are, we like to drag out our celebrations as long as we can. Last year we decided that we wanted a concrete way to celebrate each of the twelve days of Christmas with our kids, and what better way to do that than with more presents?? Why not let the unwrapping go on another two weeks? So each morning for the next twelve days, the boys got to take turns opening a numbered gift, and each morning that gift was... drumroll please... a book! Of course it was a book. (Have you noticed I'm a little obsessed with books?) But what made my heart sing was that every day, the boys were excited to open what they knew would be another book. 

This gift was my favorite part of Christmas shopping; I scoured book lists and blogs, I looked at the library and bookstores, I spent hours finding the perfect twelve books. And when they all arrived and I saw them stacked together... I was underwhelmed. Sure every one of them came highly recommended, and we have returned to them many times over the past year, but they weren't the perfect books. Don't get me wrong, the boys loved them, but I was left feeling like there were better books out there that I had yet to discover. Or maybe I tried so hard to pick great books that I forgot to pick books that were great for my children at that particular time.

Maybe it's an unrealistic expectation, but this year instead of trying to find the twelve most perfect picture books on the face of the earth, I want to find the twelve picture books that are perfect for Max, Lucian and Audrey. So that's where you come in. In all of my searching, the thing that was missing was advice from people I know and love who know and love children's literature (I'm looking right at you, Monica and Annie!) This is my plea: send me a list of your very favorite children's picture books, or your go-to book lists, and I will be forever grateful. 

If You Can't Beat 'Em...

 

...then join 'em!

Max has discovered the camera on my phone. Almost every time I pick it up, I am greeted by a few more of these gems. What a ham...

Branching Out

Our favorite hiking woods are closed, indefinitely! It saddens my heart to think that we may not be able to hike there again... it has been our family's special place since we moved to Minnesota. I wrote about the woods here, here, here, and here, but it looks as if those memories might have to be sufficient. The boys still point every time we pass by and ask, "Is it still closed?" Yes... it's still closed. And it may not open again.

We didn't do much hiking this summer... Paul was very busy at work and we did a lot of traveling. Plus, fall has always been our favorite time for getting out into the woods. So I didn't miss the Hiking Woods too much until we decided to go for a hike last week. "You mean, we have to try something new?" I thought. Adventurers that we are, we set out to see about a place called Crosby Farm in St. Paul. Not as close as our hiking woods, but still very convenient.

And friends... I was blown away. I felt like we were in an enchanted forest! After they moved beyond the fact that there were no horses, cows and pigs at Crosby Farm ("Then why is it called a farm??"), the boys and their imaginations took flight. They became jungle explorers, knights on horses, beachcombers. They were eaten by a massive tiger, they built a home in a hollow tree, they discovered the "five wonders of Crosby Park" (named by Max). When it started getting cold, we headed back toward the parking lot for some hot chocolate.

I can't believe I'm saying it, but should "our" hiking woods never reopen, perhaps I would be satisfied to adopt Crosby Farm as our new special place.

"Someone carved a face on this log!"

Who knew all we needed to get a great smile was to throw a handful of leaves on Dad?

Look at that handsome man

The tree house

 

Up the Hill

A couple of years ago, a friend of mine compared her laundry battle to that of Sisyphus and his boulder. No matter how hard she worked, she still felt as if she had accomplished nothing at the end of the day. At the time, I giggled and moved on; it was a clever analogy but it didn't hit home in my experience. I had one child, and while I've never loved laundry, the pile that three people can make is generally pretty manageable.

I haven't thought about Sisyphus in years. But recently Max discovered the name in some book or song and was curious about it. We researched the Greek myth and read the story together. This was about a week ago, and since then Max has illustrated the entire story, acted it out, and brought it up in conversation nearly every day.

Two days ago, I was engaging in my bad habit of folding clothes and leaving them in piles on the stairs to bring up later. This is a terrible idea; the folded clothes have a tendency to sit untouched for days, and as new clothes get clean the piles begin to look like the Leaning Tower of Pisa.

And then the children happen. One time it's a careless kindergartner who bumps a rickety pile and launches it into the air. The next it's a toddler who finds joy in carefully unfolding and throwing every article of clothing into a pile on the landing. Or maybe it's just a mom hurriedly searching for a clean pair of underwear at the bottom of a stack who sends the whole thing tumbling down.

Anyways, the clothes were folded and I walked away. The toddler came and undid my work, again. I sat down on the landing, amid a huge pile of newly-unfolded clean clothes and looked up the stairs. Suddenly, I understood what it means to feel like Sisyphus.

At least he's got a good attitude about it