All Real Woods Are a Little Enchanted

We finished reading the Chronicles of Narnia last week and Christopher cried because there are no more.....

So Wade comforted him with an enchantment of his own.

"There's the horse," he said.  "Right there!"

And then he played magical music in the background....

Oh, all right.  Maybe there are still other books worth reading.

Fairy land arouses a longing for [the child] knows not what.  It stirs and troubles him with the dim sense of something beyond his reach and, far from dulling or emptying the actual world, gives it a new dimension of depth.  He does not despise real woods because he has read of enchanted woods:  the reading makes all real woods a little enchanted.                                              --C. S. Lewis

Partying with Our Extra Chromosomes

Christmas is not a time nor a season, but a state of  mind.  To cherish peace and goodwill, to be plenteous in mercy, is to have the real spirit of Christmas. --Calvin Coolidge

  

Cool outfit!

Hang onto those whiskers, Santa!

Horse Feathers the Clown 

Zarro, the Balloon Artist had fantastic creations.

Thanks to our friends with a little extra, who carry Christmas in their hearts all year.

Signs of the Seasons

Wade was happy to be an Indian for his Thanksgiving program.

One of his little friends was not happy to be a turkey!

There's a teenager in the house!

Caught in the act!  Somebody got hungry ahead of time.

Somebody also thought his head should be in every picture.

When we're not doing everyday things, we've been living in Narnia lately.  Delightful!  

I found a strange affinity with this glorious quote from Aslan: 

"And now....to business.  I feel I am going to roar.  You had better put your fingers in your ears."  

And somebody redesigned the manger scene. 

I feel a roar coming on....

How to Become a Norwegian

It all starts with a pastry board, lefse sticks, and a covered lefse rolling pin.  (My Norwegian lefse sticks were handmade by Nevin in the USA.)

Next you make little balls of mashed potatoes, butter, cream, and flour.

Roll them out.  Roll them thin!

When you're a piece of lefse, you can never be too thin or too delicate.

Fry them quick at high heat.  Real Norwegians, please shut your eyes now. We don't have a real lefse griddle and Randall thought we could get done quicker if we used the smooth side of the waffle iron and fried both sides at once!  Scandalous, I know, but it worked!!  

Even Wade got in on the action.

And Grandma Ann did too.

There was fun enough to share....all day!

What a good team!

Except that somehow they let Pac-man get inside the griddle.  Aaack!!

Ahh!  They taste just right!  We must be real Norwegians at last.