Showing posts with label holiday. Show all posts
Showing posts with label holiday. Show all posts

Thursday, July 17, 2014

sandcastles, sunshine, cousins, grandparents, and all












(pictures 1, 2, 5, 7, 8, 9, 11, 12 mine;  the rest - others of us, including kids!)

Mom's side reunion:  Illinois, summer 2014.  Mega (and sometimes midnight) group mario cart racing, keeping kids out of (or throwing them into) the water, chatting-cooking-serving-cleaning, getting everyone into wiffle ball and sandcastle building.  Lightening bugs, fireworks, glow sticks, fishing (a first for Gret:  the girl from 10,000 lakes taught by her same age Illinois cousin), and no injuries or tears (no more than usual).

Starting with awkward looks among cousins-once-removed on Thursday evening, Saturday night brought "do we have to go already?!" 's, which was good.

Kaatje was right back out on the road two days later to Heidelberg Camp, but this time with friends instead of family, a break for her!

Lovely, busy, summer.

Friday, January 3, 2014

snowflakes, swords, and smoking (bishop)






Our Christmas holidays were blessedly quiet, with travelling mercies down to a week spent with family.  We "took a couple weeks off" from homeschooling, mostly meaning we didn't sit down on my choice to do anything specific.  We did finish Dicken's A Christmas Carol on Christmas eve evening, after church, so that was lovely.  We have a great unabridged edition with Eric Kincaid's  illustrations that captures Greta's imagination (though it does have "chapters" instead of "staves," ah, well).

We spent the week enjoying good food, good drink, and good company.  New board games are always part of the mix, and old and new films, and we're even happy moving furniture, setting up new movie rooms, and helping clean basements in exchange for the fun.  There's runs to the mall, walks with the dogs, playing by the creek (mostly frozen), and trying out new recipes.  And keeping old ones!

In honor of Dicken's, here is a wonderful one we've used the past couple years:

“A merry Christmas, Bob!” said Scrooge, with an earnestness that could not be mistaken, as he clapped him on the back. “A merrier Christmas, Bob, my good fellow, than I have given you, for many a year! I’ll raise your salary, and endeavour to assist your struggling family, and we will discuss your affairs this very afternoon, over a Christmas bowl of smoking bishop, Bob! Make up the fires, and buy another coal-scuttle before you dot another i, Bob Cratchit!”
Smoking Bishop

two oranges
one grapefruit
whole cloves
1/2 C sugar
one bottle (750ml) of dry red wine
1/2 bottle (375ml) of port

Wash fruit well.  Cut the grapefruit in half (the other half is not used).  Stud the half grapefruit and two oranges with 6 or so cloves in each.  Roast this fruit in the oven (350-ish), turning once or twice, until the fruit starts to brown.  Place fruit in a warmed large non-reactive (not metal) bowl, pour over the wine, add the sugar, cover, and let sit in a warm place for a day or so.

Squeeze the fruit into the wine, then strain into a saucepan.  Add the 1/2 bottle of port, and heat through, but not until boiling, stirring occasionally.  The drink will begin to "smoke" when it is ready.  Extra can be stored in the refrigerator, then brought back to smoking on the stove for drinking.  Take note of how you prefer your drink, you may like less or more sugar, or citrus, or a different wine or port.

Five adults whom enjoy wine (the sixth, not me, is pregnant!) went through a batch this size in a couple days, next year we may have to do the full recipe!  It is perfect for a Christmas or New Year's gathering.

Tuesday, December 3, 2013

(we didn't buy the $20 bunnies, either.)





I'm so glad we decided to go out Friday to get the Christmas tree.

It's kind of a little game around here:  Jeff makes grumbling and complaining noises whilst cutting and hauling and dragging and strapping and bringing into the house, and I clean up and oversee decorating (and do the high spots the girsl can't reach) and monitor the near-constant watering and tending through the month, and thank him sincerely for putting up with his wife who grew up on a constant diet of yearly-cut-trees.  (Who is the one who clips the coupon for our favorite farm?  Yes, him, of course.  It's a game I tell you!)

Friday felt much too early, just after Thanksgiving, but with a non-stop December and a nice long weekend handy, it was lovely to go.

(p.s.  Despite that look on Kaatje's face, we came home with only the dog we brought, even though I suppose $400 for Golden Retrievers is a great price.  "I just need to see the puppies once more before we go!"  Oooh you 6-week-old puppies, it's a good thing you're cute... I just remember too well the chewed-up walls and wintertime housebreaking!)

Thursday, July 4, 2013

ice cream and a bang.





After taking my parents to the airport first thing this morning (for their trip to the other side of the world!), I joined Jeff in a day of yardwork and enjoying the gorgeous summer weather.  We took a break to walk the few blocks over to the annual Anoka Ice Cream Social, picked up our (free) root beer floats, chatted with the neighbors, then went home to prep to go out again to friends' for the rest of the evening.  We have so much fun at Matt and Amy's, and heartily enjoy the gang when we get together there.

This (partially-) Michigan gal was overjoyed when MN relaxed their firework law a few years ago, and took it upon herself (okay, I make Jeff light them) to make sure there's fireworks to cap the evening.  It's nostalgia, of course.

It's a happy 4th of July around these parts;  we've got the tired, bug-bit, sunned, and content girls (me included) to prove it!

Friday, March 8, 2013

knit hats and sandals: Texas 2013 (1)

" 'How long have we been back?' asked Jerry.

'Since yesterday.  But it seems as though we have been back forever.  It seems as though we never went,'  said Rachel.  'Except of course we know we went,'  she added hastily lest Jerry think she was a nut..."

(Pinky Pye, by Eleanor Estes)


Landscape in Kansas, evening, approaching Wichita.
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Stretching their legs just inside the Texas border.
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Impressive freeway ramp systems through Fort Worth.
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Into San Antonio in time for dinner on the Riverwalk.
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Breakfast on our hotel balcony in San Antonio.
(The church beyond played 2 stanzas of well-known hymns every hour from 7 am to 9 pm, ending with "Praise God from Whom all Blessings Flow")
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(something tells us no-one would pay extra for a "Colorado-shaped" waffle maker.  Maybe Minnesota-shaped.)
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The Alamo, this being San Antonio and all.
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Home-brewed root beer at Schilo's.
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Mission San Jose
(and the girls add another Jr. Ranger badge to their collection)



Fighting the wind, back on the Riverwalk...


to wait for dinner.
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Then back in the car the next day, continuing south!



(and more to come!)

Friday, December 21, 2012

playing and singing






The laundry is humming away, the stacks are forming, lists are being made and checked off in rapid succession.  Last Sunday was a lovely evening to celebrate before this current week of preparations.  Onward and southward!

...and happy Solstice, by the way.  Reminding myself that the days are brighter and brighter from here to June, and soaking in every bit of sun that comes our way.

(special thanks to s-i-l Cary for the video!)

Friday, December 7, 2012

one photo, one thought


Little peaceful highlights of fun around the house every day;  there will certainly be a celebration when the snow comes!

Tuesday, December 4, 2012

starting the season.








As we tramped and wandered and sucked peppermint candy, we enjoyed the beginning of this busy season.  I commented to Jeff that if every tree-cutting outing was 40-degrees, even with the lack of festive snowcover, it would be much easier.  By the way, did you know there's chickens whose feathers are like fur?!

Greta met two (or was it three?) Santa's in one day.  Wanting candy canes, she was willing to put up with talking to this stranger dressed so funny, but her confusion was apparent (and evilly amusing to Jeff and I) when each talked to her as if they knew her personally.  "Um, yeah, okay, I'll sit on your knee and talk to you but can I please have a candy cane?" is written on her little face.  It's not like she doesn't know who Santa is, we do read about and have a tiny celebration for Sinterklaas, but I'm pretty sure this is her first direct person-to-Santa encounter.  Kaatje hid from both Santa's presences.  (But not their presents.  She accepted the candy canes.)  I warned both children they aren't allowed to tell other kids that Santa's just dressed up and pretending to be someone who died a long time ago (which Greta explained to me).

We're oddly both not ready and ready for the month ahead.  Organizationally, things are going quite well;  we've decorated, I'm staying ahead of lists, I've even created a very simple "preparing for Jesus" daily Bible reading to do in place of our regular daily reading.  But we adults are feeling not quite mentally there yet.  (As if that matters.  The girls are there enough for all of us.) 
(but I venture to say they might be avoiding future Santas.)