We decided to be crazy for Thanksgiving this year and pack up our 2 young ones and drive 12 hours to my sister's house in Connecticut. We left around 6 AM on Tuesday morning and due to traffic and bathroom stops (Tyler decided a few hours in to completely blow out!) we didn't arrive until after 8:00 that night. It was well worth our effort though. We were glad for Tyler to meet his aunt, uncle, and cousins and for Abe to become better acquainted. We were glad the Boyers could join us there as well. Somehow, I didn't get any pictures of our actual Thanksgiving meal, but it was delicious! Even the dropped pumpkin cheesecake ended up tasting fantastic! The drive home went much smoother and we made it in less than 12 hours! We are very grateful for family and for all our blessings this Thanksgiving holiday!
This is quite literally my sister's backyard. She let us sleep in her room (in the most comfortable bed in existence) and you wake up to a beautiful view of the ocean. It was amazing.
I kept offering to take my niece, Elise, home with us. She loved the boys and took great care of them too. My offer to adopt her still stands ...
Ken enjoyed skipping rocks into the ocean.
Don't you love the hat?
I wish you could see these shells better, they are quite mutated and odd. My sister lives in sight of a nuclear power plant. Need I say more?
Climbing rocks like the big kids.
Isn't the view just gorgeous??
Kirsti and Ethan posed for many a picture along the beach. This was my favorite one.
6 or so years ago, when we all lived in Pennsylvania, I was introduced to a Thanksgiving tradition of making chocolate turkeys. It was fun to make turkeys all together.
For the curious, you use a fudge striped cookie for the base. It is topped with a chocolate covered cherry. You use candy corn for feathers and a beak. Red hots finish it off as the eyes.
Saturday, November 28, 2009
Monday, November 9, 2009
Wherein My 2 Year Old Locks Himself in His Room ...
Yes, you read correctly. Abe usually goes right down for his nap, but on a rare occasion he struggles with falling asleep. He'll call out to me or I'll hear him playing with his toys. He doesn't usually cry or get upset and if he is still awake after an hour, I let him out of his room and we skip nap for that day. Today was a struggle day. I heard him messing around in there, but didn't pay too much attention to what he was doing. After about 45 minutes I quit hearing him and assumed he'd fallen asleep. I went about my business. Skip forward an hour and a half. Tyler and I were in the kitchen making apple pies when we heard Abe wake up. We went down to get him and was shocked to find that his bedroom door wouldn't open. Shaking off my stupor, I tried again. Yes, my friends, he had locked the door. I wasn't ready to panic yet and I measured my options. No screws on the doorknob, so I couldn't remove it. Hinges on the inside, not outside of the door, so no luck there either. I called out to Abe, "Hey Hammer, can you open the door?" to which he calmly replied "Mom. Hammer locked the door". Yeah, we'd figured that one already, little friend. So, I called Ken at work. He promptly laughed. I hadn't found it funny up to this point, but I'll admit, he got me giggling.
Abe was in there chatting it up, without a care in the world and we had absolutely no way to get him out of his room. Ken left work to come home and I kept trying options. We have a veranda outside the front of the house. Tyler's and Abe's rooms both have doors leading to it. We tried to use our front door key in the door, but it didn't work.
We have a child safety cover on the inside doorknob of that door, so we couldn't get Abe to open it. As I waited for Ken to come home, Abraham finally started getting upset. He'd call out to me and ask me to please open the door. I distracted him by shoving things under the door for him to find. Toys, blankets, and yes, Halloween candy. I tried to get video of him talking in there, but the sound was too muffled to capture. By the time Ken got home, I was sure he was going to have to kick in the door. Ken checked all the options I'd already checked and came to my same conclusions. However, he was the maintenance manager of apartment complexes during college, and he'd had to break into many an apartment using an old credit card.
He decided it was worth a try. 3 minutes later and Abraham was freed. He had all the toys and blankets I'd shoved under the door in his hands and a mouth full of tootsie roll.
At this point he was not upset in the slightest, just overjoyed that Dad was home early from work. What a little punk.
(and for those of you wondering, we duck taped his doorknob before he went to bed tonight!)
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Thursday, November 5, 2009
Tyler's 5 months old!
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Sunday, November 1, 2009
Happy Halloween!! Got Milk?
Nothing says Halloween like Dad in an afro and 70's suit!!!
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