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Showing posts from December, 2009

Our 2009 Christmas Letter

Well, we are again. The year 2009 was so much like 2008, it was hard at times to tell the difference. It all started with January, just like the year before. And before we knew it, February came along, and then March. Our suber-intelligent, gifted and talented children soon recognized the pattern, and predicted April and May would follow. It was all downhill after that, barely even a challenge. Alasdair, who as you know is a mathematician with a PhD and an office all to himself (which actually has TWO desks in it, BOTH for HIM), soon hypothesized that Christmas would fall in December this year, and sure enough, here I am, sitting here, writing to you, and it WILL be Christmas soon (in December).
Our children and grandchildren have excelled at absolutely everything this year, embarrassing themselves (and everyone else) with their extraordinary abilities. Fortunately they have level headed and objective parents who maintain their feet firmly on the ground. The grandchildren do attend e…

All done

Saturday I had the two little J grandchildren over and realized I do not have a picture of the two of them and Keira is now 4 months old. Jaren was sitting next to me on the love seat while I held Keira. I grabbed my camera, got the settings set, and placed Keira next to Jaren. He immediately let out a distressed cry, leaned as far away from her as he could and signed "all done." This isn't the best photo, but you get the idea:
Get her away from me!
Okay, this is a little better but I'm still a little uncomfortable. Perhaps move her across the room?

My own little scrap retreat

I spent my furlough day scrapping and completed some layouts for my 25 days of templates class.

December 2009 Blizzard

As of this morning, the Des Moines airport, which is 1.5 miles directly west of my house, is reporting 14.5 inches of snow. This morning it is blowing and drifting. I tried to open my front door to look outside only to find it was drifted shut.

Luckily I have been opening and closing the back door frequently to let the dogs out, so I've managed to keep it swept open. They plow through the snow on the deck, make their way along the garage
and then Molly, I suppose because she is the larger dog, is the snow plow making a path into the yard to take care of business.

Hope Roger can make it home from work.