Christmas Traditions in the Making

The Bruno's.

The kids had a great time dancing around to carols.
(And spying on the cat)

Clara's wearing a candy-cane stripped legging to match her cast. I love Emily's dance moves and crazy hair. And Heather's piano playing.


My alto miraculously and instantly improves whenever I sing with Heather (and Grant).


You can see the Bruno's fun Christmas season (and then stalk the blog). I also include it here so you can notice our pictures from our 2010 and 2011 version of Sleigh Bells. It's about half-way down. Also, I want you to notice how fat my face was in 2010 compared to 2011. Now that I'm eating treats again, that 2010 face is coming right back. It only took 4 days. And six truffles. And a Burgerville Chocolate Hazelnut milkshake. And a ...


The Grotto.
The kids are looking at the nativity. This was a very powerful moment. I think you can get a sense for it by Syd's expression.

True to a stable-style, The Grotto also features animals. Above: a very, very patient rabbit.

And popcorn after the puppet show.

Gingerbread Houses.
The kids double-teamed on the houses. ... except for Clara who did not go through the charade of decorating a house to get to the candy.

Talmage and Joseph's forested abode.

Sydney and Isaac's .... Contemporary Modern Vintage Classic abode.

Pittock Mansion.
Christmas Eve morning courteous of the Cultural Pass. But first, a look at our living room - I finally finished the holiday decorating. In the NICK of time!

Briton had a fun time with the kids at the Pittock Mansion while I scurried around town finishing up shopping for our "12 Days" family. In retrospect, I could have been a lot more organized about Christmas.

A fancy bathroom, dressed in holiday style.

"Clara, say bidet."


Sydney making an "owl face" (intuitively).

Mt Hood.


Then they went to the park.

Cleaning up on Christmas Eve eve:

Caught on candid camera.

That's all for now.

Spun by silver light and shadow.

"It is dire poverty indeed when a man is so malnourished and fatigued that he won't stoop to pick up a penny. But if you cultivate a healthy poverty and simplicity, so that finding a penny will literally make your day, then, since the world is in fact planted in pennies, you have with your poverty bought a lifetime of days. It is that simple. What you see is what you get." --- Annie Dillard, Pilgrim at Tinker Creek, 15

Brit spied this spidey-web one frosty night. One of the perks of taking out the garbage.

Miss Jo's Music Class

This time the kids learned songs from Fall to Winter: Halloweeen, Thanksgiving, Christmas. The above clip is a song about "Albuquerque is my Turkey." I think everyone who lives in Albuquerque and automatically knows how to spell it is lucky.

Albuquerque is a turkey,
And he's feathered and he's fine.
And he wobbles, and he gobbles,
And he's absolutely mine.

He's the best pet that you can get,
Better than a dog or cat.
Albuquerque, he's my turkey,
And I'm awfully glad of that.

Albuquerque, he's my turkey,
He's so cozy in his bed,
Because for our Thanksgiving dinner,
We had scrambled eggs instead.





Up on the Housetop





Although you can't see it in the video, you can imagine Jo flipping through the cue cards. Lightning fast.


Thanks, Miss Jo!

We Went to Fetch Our Tree

This farm is selling their trees for $10 each, any size. Clara chose this one:


The farmer also let us glean the organic apple trees. Clara added to the organic-ness by dropping her apple in the mud between bites. I got several jars of applesauce out of the apples I picked (scratch that: Jo picked).


Here she stands, before she was felled. It's a beautiful tree. The farmer said his neighbor sells his Christmas trees to Las Vegas for a ton of money - they resale in LV for $100 a piece. Suckers.

We didn't notice that the tree didn't smell very pine-y until we got home. ... who are the suckers now?

Look at Jo, below, helping to get the lighting just right.



It was a gorgeous, blue-sky day. The kids loved running around the farm. Check out Joseph's block to Isaac. And notice how Clara is hollering off in the farm somewhere. That's the beauty of a farm. The kids can run wild and holler at the top of their lungs and the parents can ignore them with peace of mind. And also, you can grow your own Christmas trees.

Thanksgiving aux Barkers

Had an action-packed week in Farmington, culminating in the grand Turkey fest, er, family photos. The kids love going to their grandparent's house and this year had the added treat of a new cousin. Clara was enchanted by 'Tilda. She still talks about her. Matilda is one adorable newborn.

Documentation of the week can be found here. Thanks for sharing your photos, GB.

Great Grandma Kartchner

Clara gets to know Great Grandma Kartchner. They both have blue eyes. GGK was born in March 1917. Clara was born February 2010.

I don't know if my kids will remember GGK once they're grown since their time with her is so few and far between. I wanted these photos so they would know they had spent some time with her. I like how Sydney Ruth, who shares her name, is cozying up in her arm. Like she knows people who are name buddies have a special relationship.

OK. So this is a slightly posed shot. But the happy joy on those little faces is HEARTFELT!

We love when the Morgans come to play!
Please move back here. Please, please, please, please, please.

Richmond and Outer Banks

Marathons. Boy. I sure like them. Remember how after the Seattle Rock n' Roll, Heather suggested we come run Richmond with her and Rick? She didn't have to twist my arm too hard. With Grandma and Grandpa Kartchner on board to keep the kids alive while we were gone, Briton and I embarked on another training schedule.

And so it came to fruition. A few days before the race, we saw cool places suggested by our adept local guide: for example, the Confederacy White House, Hollywood Cemetery ("she always said her feet were killing her but nobody believed her"), stained-glass glass store, beautiful fall leaves along the James River, and the Poe Museum (stinky). Nothing beats a civil war site - Petersburg was no exception. The Blandford Church -- the Tiffany windows were nearly outshone by the charismatic, yet supersitious docent giving the tour who was convinced the church was haunted. And I'm sure the grammar in that last sentence is atrocious.

Then the race. This was our only shot:

Waiting for the starting gun. It was very cold.
What happens if one of the party has to use the potty, I ask you???

"How was your race?" people ask. How does one answer that question? So much happens. And so little ("I ran for a long, long time"). There's something about that marathon distance that I just really, really like. Like, crossing the finish line, p'haps.

Moving on.

Recovering from the race provided ample excuse to do nothing the rest of our time there. I was really excited to see Heather and Rick's beach house in the Outer Banks. Wish I had photos of the interior for you. Very beautifully decor'ed.

We lazed around. I mean, "recovered", from the race. This included benign activities like finishing The Help on a deck swing overlooking the Sound while the warm sun shone on my face and the blue sky reached to the eternities,

and catching tiny crabs,


making stained-glass stars ....

idea stolen from: http://www.etsy.com/shop/kurtknudsen

Heather, who has created several amazing (I had no idea 'til I saw them in person), Tiffany-worthy creations, suggested we make some while we were in the OBX. So we (she) did! There it is, up there, used as a curtain tie-back in our family room. I really like how they turned out. Heather also whipped together a 3-D starish contraption that we will use for our Christmas Tree star. Thanks, Hed.

Brit and I took in some OBX sites of ...


nothing ...
and shadows ...
and rekindled our steamy romance ...

and shuffled for our lives from mosquitoes the size of golf-balls, all swarming and amassed around this lighthouse and nowhere else on the OBX:

Oh. And hobbled, stiff-legged, around Ye Historic Landmark. Cameron! We should have taken your National Parks passport and gotten a stamp for you!


As you know, walking hurts the day after a marathon. Walking down stairs KILLS for a few days. I dared Briton to run down this sand dune. It was hilarious:



Ow. That hurts.

We'd call home every now and then and hear the chaos in the background and just smile up at that warm sun in that blue sky. I jest, though. The kids got to have quality time with their grandparents who they don't get to see very often. Grandma read Mother Goose until she wished she'd never brought the book; she tutored Talmage with his school work and piano as only an expert educator can ("It's fun!"); gave Sydney endless attention; and got to know Clara. Grandpa played his part, too: with a steering wheel in one hand and a power tool in the other. Besides chauffeuring kids around, he whipped this house into shape with all manner of projects. Thanks, Mom and Dad, for making Richmond possible; and Heather and Rick, for your pre-eminent hosting (including all things related to The Cat).

Halloween

Working on their costumes a few days before the Big Day.

Talmage: Alien with a third eyeball and extra arms (goodbye green bedsheet)
Sydney: Cowgirl on a horse (goodbye pillowcases)
Joseph: Iron Man
Isaac: Spiderman
Clara: Lion (she wouldn't wear the mane)
Jude: Guess.
L: Princess/Fairy

We got together with the cousins. Made scones. The kids came back from Trick or Treating and silently demolished their candy piece by piece. Talmage and Sydney are still (in late November) discussing options for costumes for 2012. Sydney wants to be "ketchup."

What is Sam's Hill is Going On?

Sydney's Pumpkin Patch Field Trip

Syd's preschool class visited the Pumpkin Patch version of Universal Studios a couple weeks ago. They got to ride a real school bus to get there. Then, they rode a boat around a (very) small lake. The boat triggered sharks and dragons to pop out of the water when it passed by. There was a raft with pirates. And also a narrow-gauge train to ride. And a good-for-nothin' haymaze. The whole setup was pretty elaborate. (I'm supposin' preschool groups are their bread and butter in the fall).

But the things that Sydney loved the very most: a ladybug (pic below; it's on her hand) ....
and these kittens. She missed the preschool snack-time (unheard of!) because she was having so much fun sticking a straw in the cage and watching the cat swipe at it.


We did manage an obligatory group photo. Sort of.

Daddy-Daughter

Conference Weekend

To Gales Creek for a hike and hotdogs.

Warming her tummy.

The following video is Clara showing off her attempts to jump.
Surprisingly, no children landed in the fire the entire evening.





Syd is trying to scrape something off the bottom of her shoe. I sense a meltdown coming on -- but then it is headed off by a timely sneeze.

October

A quiet moment - by which I mean Talmage and the cousins are building legos while Joseph sings the entire Lion King soundtrack into a microphone (a plastic one, acquired from a Wendy's Kids Meal eons ago). Clara is sleeping, Sydney is ballet-ing.

Now I will reflect on the most unquiet, stressful moment of the day: the dinner-prep hour.

Starring: Clara. And correct. She has no diaper on.

Clara clambered up here from the toilet seat. She's not one to let a an out-of-reach counter get in the way of her oral hygiene routine.

Clara is wearing four layers of clothing, plus a handbag-cum-backpack. She insisted on this combination with (extremely) loud vocalizations. I kept putting clothes on until she stopped talking/shouting. I remember when Talmage used to wear up to 7 pairs of underwear at the same time. I think the tight feeling reminds them of the womb. Another bonus is it constricts their airway.


Another time this month we navigated a corn maze.

Robin: This is my first time at a corn maze.
Briton: You never went on a date in college in October?


Syd found a ladybug who whispered directions in her ear. She walked very gingerly so as not to startle the ladybug, who kept her company and crept up and down her arms and across her shoulders for quite awhile. It was very magical for her.

Making corny faces.

uh, here's something...

It's been a while since Robin's posted.  I'll post a photo, for Heather's sake.