Friday, November 23, 2007
Outfit for Grandma's Thanksgiving
Once we put the cowgirl boots on she had to have her horse.

Thursday, November 22, 2007
Wanna hear something strange?
Seeing the Rockettes kick it up in the Macy's Thanksgiving Day Parade always makes me misty-eyed. God Bless those stemmy twigs.
Wednesday, November 21, 2007
Question of the day...
When did college basketball players start wearing culottes with their uniforms?
Noni's monkey
She clambered up on Noni's shoulders without so much as a by-your-leave.

What she didn't realize was that Noni had her right where she wanted her.

Thanksgiving post card - Wednesday
This was sent to my great-great-grandmother in 1909.

Tuesday, November 20, 2007
Photo of the Day
More hide and seek. I love this one because she looks so pleased with her hiding spot.

More brilliant hiding places...
There's a bug back here!

I found you!

My favorite hiding spot so far...

Although you have to admit this one is pretty awesome too.

Thanksgiving Postcard - Tuesday
This one was mailed to my great-grandfather from his Aunt Emma. See? I didn't even know we had Emma's in the family. Cool. This one may seem a bit familiar to many of you.

Monday, November 19, 2007
Hide and Seek
Check out Emma's excellent hiding spot. She found it all by herself.

Daddy tried the same spot.

Still sick
She still has the hoarse voice and occasional coughing. It sounds awful when she does cough. She had a prolonged coughing fit at bedtime last night and I just wanted to go upstairs and hold her and make it better. This morning we resorted to cough syrup. I don't think it's helping yet.
Thanksgiving post card countdown
This one was sent to my great grandfather in 1909.

Sunday, November 18, 2007
While I was barely paying attention I caught Emma counting down backwards from ten, perfectly. I had no idea she could do that. She's full of surprises.
It's that time of year...
No, not Thanksgiving...hunting season. Rifle season kicked in yesterday. The dogs have puked up deer guts four times already. Twice on the kitchen floor, once on the wood floor and once on the carpet. There's no way to avoid it. The hunters are right on the property killing the deer we've been watching all summer. This is the dogs' home.

M has taken to telling hunters they may as well drag their deer carcass into our kitchen and gut it there. That way they can cut out the middle man (dog).

May I remind you how much I hate hunting season?