Monday, January 28, 2013
Monday, December 3, 2012
I've also been wanting to put my pictures into a storyboard for easier viewing, as well as to save me some time uploading a dozen individual pictures. I found a free plug in for this and have been playing around with it. These pictures are barely edited, if at all, and are thrown haphazardly into these storyboard templates, so bear with me.
Okay, so Thanksgiving 2012:
Micah had to work the day before, so we did school, then worked on the sticker books my Mom got them.
Noah hung out on the floor in the dining room while we played, then Sarah joined him.
I must have been particularly lazy with the picture taking this day, because this is all I've got.
Thanksgiving morning, we got the kids bathed, dressed, then headed to the kitchen to make cinnamon pie crust rolls. My Gram used to make these with the leftover dough when I was little. They are SO good that Micah and I will whip up Gram's secret pie crust recipe every once in a while JUST to make them.
This storyboard is really a mess. Hannah's flipping through one of my recipe books, Noah's hanging out in the bouncer, and Micah's rolling out the pie crust. No rhyme or reason to this one, I tell ya.
Hannah really wanted to help Pap with the turkey, so we got her bundled up again and she and Sarah headed out to the yard.
We actually cook our turkeys under garbage cans. I know that probably sounds strange, but we've been doing it for as long as I can remember and it is SO good. The meat literally falls off the bone, and it gives it the most subtle smoked flavor. It is so delicious!
The girls followed Pap up into the yard. The picture of him holding the garbage can with a stick cracks me up. Apparently, there is a HUGE brown spider that lives in his shed. If you know my Dad, he HATES spiders. To avoid one climbing or falling on him, he retrieves the garbage can with a stick. haha
Wednesday, November 21, 2012
The crying continued to an all-out tantrum, but we went anyway, because Hannah was being so good. Worst.Trip.Ever. We left thirty minutes later, me exposing myself to nurse Noah IN the store, Sarah screaming and throwing a fit, and Hannah trailing behind with her new toy. Never again. But at least we got family pics, right?