Saturday

Pancakes


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afternoon reading

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My project today? A game bag for brother Ben made from a 'possum hide! The fur was trapped and tanned by Will, and Dad showed me how to use his sewing awl. I cut the pattern out last night and then did the sewing of it today. I'm all inspired; I'm dreaming up laced legwarmers from coon and hand warmers from muskrat--but that's for another day. For now we're pretty pleased with this trapper's pouch.

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I have been visiting my family again. You've probably noticed. My man has been working for a friend for a couple of days; this time in North Dakota. It sounds like there is quite a bit of snow. :)

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We have been following the Iditarod with excitement. Our breakfast this morning, though Mama's oatmeal was excellent, was much improved by the news that overnight Lance Mackey had pulled in front by several hours! Oh yeah. Go Lance.
Do you suppose it's too late for me to learn how to mush?

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Greta enjoys bread and butter :)

Tea with Mama

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Tea by Ben

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Oh, and, yes, that is me over here with my muskrat singing-dude. Ignore the cheesy faces. It's cabin fever--what can I say?

a day's scribbles

{a quiet birthday}

Greta and I had a nice, quiet day together. The day was overcast, and our home was cozy. We lit candles and hung a couple of crepe paper streamers. Mealtime with Daddy is always a festive occasion (Greta is so thrilled to see him), and we had meatloaf for dinner (courtesy of the delicious hamburger from the new 1/4 of beef that we have in the freezer). Greta ate with relish. We opened her presents after supper.
She got a new pink toothbrush for her very own; a sweet one with little ladybugs on it. A quick demo reminded her of what it was, and she proceeded to brush her own teeth with delight for a bit afterward.
I got her a small photo album last week when we were out grocery shopping and decorated it with some happy little-girl stickers; we also printed out some pictures of family members (Grandmas, Grandpas, Uncles, Aunties) to put in there for her so she could have her own "Family Book". Well, you should have seen her face when she opened the book and saw a photo of the three of us. She was overwhelmed. Then she paged through the rest of the book and saw the rest of her people, pointing to each in such excitement to see them there. It was priceless. She kept going back to the first ones of her daddy! By the time she was done looking through it all she was thoroughly overwhelmed and ready for bedtime!
She also got her crocheted food to cook with in the kitchen, the selection having been expanded since my last picture. :)
We're so glad to have her here each day, thankful to God for bringing her to us and sustaining her through her first year. We enjoy every bit of it. Love you Greta Rosie.

Happy Birthday, Rosebud

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This time last year ~'::

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Pictures from dinner on the Lord's Day with both Caleb's and my families; Mimi made a Mexican feast and Auntie Livi made banana cake:
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"Come in Houston..."
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Tryin' out Daddy's new headphones. :)

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Speaking of Houston...

Caleb actually got to visit the Johnson Space Center a couple of weeks ago. Apparently it was pretty cool. The tour included a peek into the old control room and getting to see the real Apollo 18. Maybe someday he'll take me! Until then, I have a pink t-shirt that says "NASA" on it. :)

Almost One

How can it be?
I love every minute.

Picture taken during naptime Thursday afternoon.

{cloudy morning}

Yesterday morning I heard "nah-nah" sounds coming from the living room where Greta was playing, so I peeked around the corner and found her soothingly talking to her little bear, snuggling and rocking him. Then she did the same with her dollie. So sweet. Apparently she thinks babies are for snuggling and rocking. I wonder where she got that idea? :)

Art

I'm saving them. Can't get up enough something to make myself think that a clean mirror is important. They make me happy. Apparently, though, the cleaning before the treasures was done without real glass cleaner...acht. (Perhaps we will polish around them.)

a Cup of Chamomile