December 4th

This is what I did today -- pin, cut, repeat. 

Cranberry filling for these bars. 

Update: ehhh. . They were okay, but nothing special. Maybe next time I'll try this recipe. 

Goodnight tree, Goodnight house, Goodnight noises everywhere...

December 3rd

December 2nd

This day was a bit too special for just one photo....

December 1st

Bundling up for playtime outside.
I'm going to attempt to do a blog project DPP (December Photo Project '10).

Thanksgiving

I have so much to be thankful for, but these two turkeys rank pretty high on the list! I cannot believe that Kate is turning 4 in a manner of weeks, and that my little 18 month old is leaving more and more of her babyhood behind. She answers questions with "uh-huh" & "otay" (and, I will admit "no!"). 

Five Thankful Things

1. Reading through the Chronological Bible has been an amazing thing this year! Highly recommend.

2. All of the Small Groups I've been able to be a part of this year -- Wednesday night groups, Ladies Bible Study, hosting Youth Group, and my Lewis/Tolkien class have all been edifying, and they have also been great opportunities to be closer to old friends and make new ones!

3. Memorizing the Bible w/ Kate -- Major Blessing this year!

4. I'm thankful for my hubby! I am even thankful for his broken leg, if you can believe it! 

5. And lastly, little Rachel -- right now one of her main attributes is her delight in so many things. I love this stage of life where life is continually renewing & delightful & enchanting even in its most mundane repetitions (like bath time!)

If you're not on this list, just imagine that you're really #6. . but I only wanted 5 on the blog. :-)

Sisterhood

My two little girls have been growing like weeds these days. Kate is looking forward to her birthday in two months, and Rachel is really, really taking off. She's getting taller and looking a bit more toddler-ish; fortunately, all her delicious chub plants her pretty firmly in babyhood for awhile longer.  But her face is looking a bit more "knowing." This must come from being able to communicate and understand more and more every day. This also makes her a more fit play companion for big sis -- can you tell she's excited about this prospect?

Being a sister means, getting a washcloth very wet & passing it off to your little sister to tote around the house giving new meaning to the phrase "wet blanket," because "Mom, she loves it!" And she does. (Nevermind that mom doesn't!)

Being sisters means trying to get your hair washed before sister pokes you in the belly or tickles your legs and that supposedly "tear free" shampoo runs into your eyes. It also means finding your belly buttons, poking your eyes, ears, and nose just to remember where they are, and seeing which sister is more fearless with getting water in their eyes.

Being a sister means borrowing sister's favorite books without her minding.... too much.