Now We Are Six

Sometimes, the universe aligns to bring you Thanksgiving, Grammy, Grampa, Cousins, Uncles, Sunshine, Orange Trees and a Sixth Birthday... all in the very same weekend. Not often, but sometimes.

Like this past weekend, for example.

I spent a LOT of my time doing this: art with cousin Rory. She's a REALLY good artist and a very patient teacher. She's also nine, which makes her pretty near perfect in my world. 
After turkey, ham, yams, mashed potatoes, peas, cornbread, stuffing and cranberries, 
who doesn't have room for a little chocolate cake? 
Happy Birthday to ME! 

The next day, when we awoke from our food coma, some old friends of mom and dad's stopped by for some playtime...

Then we got out into the 80 degree dry heat and glorious winds to enjoy that SoCal weather!!! 

After countless hours of preparation, Rory and I put on our puppet show.
It was about 48 seconds long. I was really proud. Rory was really patient.

A professional photographer was retained to capture the three sons gathered together. This particular shot was posed around the SOUND asleep wee munchkin Jezebel who decided that 7 minutes into the photo shoot was the perfect (and only) time to nap all weekend long. 
(This is mom's shot, not the photographer's; I'm sure they love it when the amateurs lean over their shoulder to capture every shot they take).


The Handsome Brothers. 

Their beautiful children. 

Taking a break between shots. Jez still undisturbed by the commotion. 

Seriously? How do you SLEEP through all this? Uncle Todd, give her a wet willy in the ear. That'll wake 'er. 

Thank you, Grammy and Grampa! It was a weekend to remember... xoxox!


Runs With Scissors

I frankly can't imagine the occasion, but should you ever need me to sit still and play quietly for more than 7 minutes (we're going on a full hour, folks), hook me up with a pair of scissors and a magazine.

I will have the focus of a laser beam.

And, as a reminder to you that nothing in this world is predictable, I'll suggest that I clean up after myself, get the bag and get 'er done. 


Playin' In the (What No Rain?) Rain Day

Every year, rain or shine (and let's be honest--it's Oregon, it's gonna rain), our local Arboretum hosts Playin' In the Rain Day.

Oddly, it was sunny, blue skies all day long.

We made hot dogs,

masks and wetlands,
 and marshmallows, too!

And we found a whole bevy...flock... fleet... gaggle... of girlfriends. Seriously, if we had tried to plan all meeting up for the 12:30 hayride,it would have more likely frozen over in hell. But, without a single phone call or text, there we all were. Gleeful in our girliness and making the poor dad sitting next to Maya on the far right only slightly concerned for his welfare. 
 It was a super fun and sunshine-y day! 


Today, Winona wanted to make a fairyland. After some discussion about this (and with me feeling a wee bit under the weather and unwilling to head out to the cold, wet backyard to build a fairy house), she decided that she wanted  to make some "little people" for atop her dresser, to be augmented with wee houses, wee decorations and other wee creations...

Here is the family she created today (with oven hardening clay, my sewing scraps and pipe cleaners for the cat. Yes, that's a cat.)
The quarter on the far end gives these guys some scale. The matress pad scrap underneath them is what she laid atop her dresser to be the "snow."

They're teeny and cute... and I can't wait to build the houses and see what other fun "touches" (her word) she gives these guys. 


The Halloween Haul

Final line here is "I got scared of the wolf."


 Did you say "candy?" Ok. I'm listening. 
 Thumbelina knew how good it would be.
 And the good news is that you don't need many teeth to 
eat 47 pounds of candy. 
Don't worry. Jez caught the fever pretty quickly and was soon knocking, wishing Happy Halloween and gratefully accepting candy block after block...