New Shoes

Abby picked up these babies in Calgary on the way home from the mountains. They light up and sparkle...Ellie Mae also got a pair. They are super cool! 

Thanksgiving Weekend

This past weekend, we spent the weekend in Canmore with my parents. The weather was fantastic, and we so enjoyed the beauty of the Rocky Mountains! We spent some time walking through the shops in Canmore, went for a few walks, did LOTS of swimming (I was a prune by the end!), and the Girls favorite part, going up the gondola in Banff.  We also spent some time with my aunts & uncles from Calgary, as well as one of my cousins.  We were pretty impressed with ourselves - we had a whole turkey dinner which was cooked WITHOUT an oven!  Thanks to everyone for your contributions for a yummy dinner!

 A great view while shopping!

 The wisky jacks....

 feeding them....swedish fish!

 The sign reads, "It is unlawful to feed wildlife"  Hmmm...I wonder if wisky jacks count as wildlife?!

 Of course, a pre-Thanksgiving dinner nap!

 The kids table

The rest of the family

The New Decor

Oh, how I love fall!  It's my favorite season.  It's amazing how with the change of seasons and decor, my house instantly seems cozy and warm and a place where I want to curl up under a blanket and read a good book!  Enjoy!

AWANA

We have waited to this day for a looooong time!  This year, all of our Girls are enrolled in AWANA.  So,

one night a week, Art & I get to go on a mini-date night.  Just the two of us.  For an hour and a half.  And hour and a half of bliss!  It's only taken 9 1/2 yrs., but we're finally there.  Date night.  With no babysitters....'cuz the kids are all out.  A beautiful thing, friends....beautiful!

The Playhouse...the part that almost killed me!

So perhaps y'all are sick of hearing about the Playhouse.  To be honest, I am a little bit sick of it too.  However, I'll continue to tell you about it....darn it.  And here's why.  'Cuz it's cool...and all encompassing...and I almost died!  Here's the story:

So.  The roof was done.  Now, it was time to put the tin onto the roof.  And you know how to do that?  By climbing up on the roof and putting it on.  Here's the pictures:

There's my fantastic husband on the roof of the playhouse.  My fantastic husband who HATES heights.  Up there.  On the 12/12 pitch roof.

Doesn't he look happy?  Well, he was.  Kinda.  Until he told me that I needed to help him.  And to help him, I needed to move the freaking long 50 ft. ladder from the front of the playhouse, over very muddy and uneven ground with roots sticking out everywhere, where it is very slippery.  Let me tell you.  I learned something about myself on this day.  I learned that "Ladders are my nemesis."  Truly, they are!

Art tells me to move the ladder.  And I think, "No problem.  It's a ladder.  I've moved many a ladder...  And I've watched him do it a hundred times.  And I'm a strong cookie!" 

That's where it all started.  I tried to move this thing.  And let me tell you.  It was heavy.  Very heavy.  So I moved it about 2 ft., when I realized, "I cannot do this.  Really.  I cannot."  So, I proceed to tell me husband that.  And he tells me that I must.  Instantly, I am annoyed.  Really, I'm tough.  But the ladder is tougher.  So Art starts telling me what to do....in a language that I am sure is not English.  I do not understand a blessed word that he is saying.  Which I keep trying to tell him.  And he keeps insisting that I listen...which I do, but cannot understand....

Anyhow, to make a very, very long story short(er), I finally move it to the back of the playhouse.  Where I think have to climb up the ladder to the very top rung.  And by that time, the clamps that Art put on there to make sure that it stayed away from the roof have moved.  So his genius idea to fix this is for me to climb up the ladder (to the very top rung), let go of the tree which I am holding on to for dear life because it's right beside the ladder, push it away from the tree house (really, Art?  Really?!), and move the clamps.  Of course, I am in my right mind.  So that is never going to happen.  Ever.  We compromise...somehow...and I end up at the top of the ladder, helping him get the first row of tin on.

I climb down the ladder, relieved to be done with (trying to) work with my new found enemy, and my wonderful husband (love him!!  didn't really like him at this point), tells me that I need to move the ladder back.  To the front of the playhouse.  Really, Art?  Really?  Do we need to go there again?!  I, of course, being 'strong like bull' finally get it back to the front....and he climbs down, and I proceed to fall in to a sobbing, frustrated mess.  I truly was a hot mess!  After the release of that, I gather my wits about me, and we move on.  But this one thing I know:  my wonderful, fabulous husband will never ask me to help him with a very large and unruly ladder again.  So, in that sense, I suppose I did accomplish something!

The bugger about the whole thing is that I watch him use this very same ladder all the time, and every time he moves it, I think, "Dang!  That looks so easy...I'm sure I could do that!"

Who knew that a ladder could by my nemesis?!  We learn something new every day.....!

Frustration

So what did y'all do this past weekend?  Wanna hear what we did?  Well, I spent the whole, entire weekend outside looking for this:

We even had one of these to help

We had friends over Friday night, and Art was taking some pictures of them.  I was his handy assistant, and at one point, I gathered up some leaves to throw for the pictures.  After I threw the leaves, I put my hand in my pocket and realized that my ring was missing.... So we started to look right away.  Nothing.  Then, the guys went and bought a metal detector to help us look, which we spent the rest of the weekend doing.  Nothing.  Bah!!  These is nothing more frustrating than looking for something that is lost.  We took apart our entire house, looked in every drawer, fridge, freezer, garbage....and still cannot find my wedding rings.  I feel fairly sick about it!  However, now that we've looked....and looked....and looked....I've started to ask God for a miracle, and for my ring to just "show up" somewhere....Please!

Fall is Here!

A few weeks ago, we got our first frost.  I had to take a picture of these giants, because, to me, they just looked so ashamed....like they couldn't stand the cold.  Poor things!

 And then, it got even colder!  So I was out, in the pouring rain, trying to harvest these bad boys before the cold got to them!  Wouldn't you know it, as soon as I came in, it stopped raining!  The next week, I had the Girls wash up all my sweet pumpkins, and they are now situated all over my house!  Pumpkins are my favorite thing to grow, and this year, I wasn't dissapointed with the amount that we picked!

 Another sad, sad sunflower...