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Celebrating the freedom of our beautiful nation.

We love you, America!



December has thrown blogging out the window.  It's been kind of nice actually, but I don't want to forget the details of the season.

We had our ward Christmas party, including a visit from the big S.C. Lily was scared of his jolly old self from clear across the room, so we didn't even attempt a picture with her. Is it only my kids (the older ones included) that always get shy in front of Santa? They never look him in the face and Ty always looks like he's being tortured. Their voices are barely audible when they answer him in one word only responses. It's a shock Santa is ever able to get their gifts right... proof that Christmas magic lives on.





Lily preferred to be left alone in her little chair.  Isn't she pathetic...pathetically cute??



Maggie had the opportunity to participate in a small, but incredibly talented children's choir that sang with our stake choir and orchestra at this year's Christmas concert.  That's right - our stake has its own orchestra.  They are amazing!  Children have never been asked to be a part of the concert before.  The choir is unbelievable!  They practice once a week year round along with the orchestra, performing a few times a year.  We were so excited that Maggie was asked to participate.  It was a lot of hard work, but so rewarding.  She did great and we were so proud of her.  I don't have a single picture to show for it all.  Grrr.  Just know that she was cute.  Very cute. 

The hunt for the perfect Christmas tree is always one of our favorite parts about Christmas.  It seems like fewer and fewer families are buying fresh trees, but for us that's how it will forever be.  Yes, the needles are a mess.  Yes, it's always tricky getting the tree to stand (and remain) straight.  But there is absolutely nothing that can duplicate the scent of the real thing.  LOVE it.  I love that when visitors walk through our front door they are drawn to the fragrant, real tree.  And of course everyone wants to run their fingers through the needles, sending a few more to the floor.  That's ok though.  It's all part of the experience.


And now for a little gem of a memory from my past:  When I was a kid we always bought fresh trees.  I'm not sure if Christmas tree stands weren't invented yet or what.  Actually I'm quite sure they were around -  I think my dad just figured he could get our tree to stand straight without the help of some plastic thing with screws...3 very very convenient screws.   It always took what seemed like at least 2 hours just to get the tree standing.  We didn't use a generic tree stand from Wal-mart.  Oh no.  We used real man supplies...a bucket and some bricks.  Sounds scary, right?  It was.  A few of us were assigned the job of holding the tree as straight and still as possible inside of the bucket, while a few more kids were spread out on every side of the tree yelling, "It's leaning to the left!"  "Oh no! now it's leaning to the right!"  It's falling into the window!"  And my dad would be on the floor under the tree grumbling, and shoving bricks down into the bucket very strategically so as to hold the tree straight.  It was very tedious work.  Someone always got in trouble for not holding the tree perfectly still.  And  overall it wasn't a very merry time.  But by the time the decorating began we all forgot how mad we were about the dang tree.  Mom, Dad, we go fresh because of you, but we ARE the owners of a regular old tree stand.  It's been a great source of family harmony.  And I've since learned that the entire process of purchasing, setting up, AND decorating the tree can be completed in approximately 90 minutes rather that 9 hours.






Merry Christmas to all of you!  Hope you are enjoying every minute of this blessed time of year
 with your family and friends.

 





I thought I was going to be SO organized for Halloween this year.  So organized in fact, that I thought it would be ok to get back into town just hours before the church trunk or treat and potluck Halloween party where I was supposed to take soup and have the family all in costume.  The soup didn't happen and we were sort of all in costume.  The kids had fun - the important part, we have 17 pounds of candy to keep hidden from Lily - the hard part,  and we're all suffering from too much sugar and not enough sleep - the obvious part.  I'd love to be able to share lots of cute pictures, but um, most of the night looked about like this:




This is called "my parents just left me for 2 days and went to Disneyland without
me and now they're going to PAY." 

Lily did NOT like the whole idea of being dressed up (if you can call stripey leggings being dressed up) and having to look at everyone else being all dressed up.  The reason she became a witch in the first place was because she refused to take off the cute little witch hat one of the kids showed her while we were at Target so I thought "Oh! this will be great!  She'll actually like wearing her costume."  Then Maggie and Claire wanted to be witches along with her, so it was going to be tripley cute.  Welllll...Lily behaved true to her costume and was pretty much witchy all night long.

Here's Witch #1 sporting her "bride meets witch" hat, witch totally cracks me up, along with her black cat buddy, Catherine.



Witch #2 was of course a doll all night long and felt beautiful in her sparkly pumpkin shirt.



 Littlest witch #3 eventually decided that Halloween can actually be pretty fun when you make up your mind to be happy, and posed long enough to show off her new cheese ball smile, hat and all.



Sir Ty was very knightly in his costume, but somehow didn't make it into very many pictures.  oops.



 Since Saturday night the kids did trunk or treating, tonight we stayed home.  I love home...especially when I'm tired.  We celebrated with a cozy night of fun and Charlie Brown's "The Great Pumpkin," followed up by an early bedtime.  Ahhhh, wonderful quiet. 

And now I just feel the need to end with, "I got a rock."  Happy Halloween!

I decided to stop by the semi-new Rod Works store that openend up here about 5 months ago.  I've been intentionally avoiding it...some temptations are simply better to just leave alone.  Sometimes I buy stuff at home decor stores, but not usually. Usually, I walk around the store playing undercover craft detective.  At Rod Works there are signs everywhere saying not to take photographs of their cute things...that made my job a little harder.  I snooped around pretending to be interested in buying something even though I had already decided firmly against that.  Really, I was just figuring out how to make their stuff.  Arrest me.  I came away with a kazillion ideas! 

Some of their cutest stuff is SO simple, like why haven't I already done that simple?

I came home, gathered stuff from around the house, and went to work.  In about one hour's time I had some new festive Fall fun without buying anything new.  Hear that Honey?  I didn't buy a thing!!

First up, our favorite Halloween line from "5 Little Pumpkins" in a frame:

  Funny how you can stick anything in a frame and it all of the sudden looks important.  Make it say anything you want.  I chose this line because our kids love this Halloween poem.  Probably because it's the only Halloween songy thing I know, so we sing it 117 times every October.  It's also a good reminder for the family to beware of the witch that sometimes flies through this house.  **cackle cackle**


Find a frame.  Print your saying out on regular old paper to fit the frame. You're done.




Easy project #2.  Decor balls to mix in with baby pumpkins, gourds, pinecones, or whatever you want:

Everyone has seen these.  They're nothing new, but they continue to be way overpriced.  I don't know why I never thought of just making some.  Duh.  With some balls of various sizes and a glue gun, the possibilities are endless.  Seriously,  these things could be covered in anything.  Leaves, fake moss, twine, beans, scrapbook paper, beads, berries.  And any ball will work.  No need to go out and buy styrofoam ones because well, they're way overpriced too.  Just sneak some old wiffle or tennis balls from your 6 year old...he'll never miss them.


I made one wrapped in twine, one covered in white beans, and a mossy one.  My finger tips are all burned, but I've got stuff to show for it, so the pain is all for the greater good.

Easy project #3.  Bundles O' Sticks.  I don't know why these things are so charming to me, but they look good anywhere and suddenly make you want hot chocolate and pumpkin pie.  So here's the intricate details:

Find some sticks in your backyard.  Break them so they're about the same length (mine are about 10 inches). Wrap some twine around them a few times.



Complicated, I know.

Then you put it all together with Dollar Tree gourds, sit back, and enjoy the fact that you've just completed something that won't have to be redone tomorrow (dishes...laundry...toilets, blah blah blah).



Happy October 1st!!  And it's even raining here today.  Might just be time to bust out the pumpkin chocolate chip cookies.
























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Words really can't describe my LOVE for this blessed time of year.  Here in Vegas I try with all my might to bring on Fallish feelings despite the weather in the high 90s.   Decorating, baking, and costume planning with the kids always does the trick.  And since all of that is in full swing I'm pretty much one huge cheezy smile.

And really who couldn't smile with this feathery old crow looking at them?




Over the weekend we pulled out the huge, ugly greenish colored tote that is home to some of my Halloween and Fall decor.  Is my house the only one where as soon as a holiday bucket is opened havoc immediately ensues?  Shouts of "remember this?  Ooooh! Let's put this here!"  And this year, I heard a new one - "Can we carve pumpkins? RIGHT NOW!"   Well considering we'd have a slimy mass of shrivelled orange goo by Halloween, we should probably wait on that one.  Maybe these little fake ones will work for now.




 If I'm truly feeling the Halloween spirit I let the kids run wild with the decorations until they lose interest and then I casually relocate just about everything to where I want it.  That's if I'm feeling really nice.



Every year though, we have a problem.  His name is Jack.  Jumping Jack.  He's ugly and I'm allowed say that because I made him.  I made him 10 years ago after we were first married, when my crafty impulses were only little seedlings.  I didn't actually make him, but I painted him.  Unfortunately, I think this little dude is beyond needing only a new paint job.  He's just not that cute.  I must have thought he was decent at the time or I wouldn't have spent the $2.99 at  Robert's in Provo.  $2.99! That's a lot of money for newlyweds.   By the time I actually realized Jack was as ugly as he was we already had Maggie who had bonded with him.  And every child since has fallen for him equally hard.  He's part of the family now...the ugly part.  So every year, out jumps Jack and he has to have a place of honor.  I know if I ever secretly try to send him off to Goodwill every single member of this family would be asking about him the following year (ok, maybe not Reas).

So Jack remains.
Pitiful.




The last few years, I've wisened up a bit.  Jack still gets his place of honor, but because it's the kids who adore him so, he takes turns in their bedrooms.   AWESOME!  I don't have to look at him all that much, and the kids get to love him and jump him to their hearts' content.  Not jump him, like beat him up.  I mean jump him, like make him jump.  Did I mention he really does jump?  Oh yes.  He does.  And that is why he is the most popular, uncute Halloween thing in my possession that I'm afraid will always haunt me this time of year.



Hope you're happy here, Jack.

One of my absolute favorite things about Christmas is the smell! Throughout most of December I have a pot of the most disgusting looking mush simmering away on my stovetop. Looks like crap...smells like heaven. And YOU, oh you lucky duck, get to hear about it.


Make up a little pot of this homemade potpourri and I promise you the next guest in your home will exclaim, "ohhh! It smells so good in here." Now, isn't that what we all want? Especially when we're trying to mask the odor of dirty diapers, overdue laundry, and dishes hiding in the oven. Not that I've ever done that or anything.


Here's what you need:


1 sliced apple

1 sliced orange (lemons would probably work too, although I haven't tried them)

2 or so cinnamon sticks

5-6 whole cloves

a pinch of whole allspice


Put it all in a small pot, cover with water, bring to a boil, turn to low, and let it do its magic. remember to add water as needed. Easy easy. One pot will stay fragrant for a week or more, depending on how long you simmer it. And the longer you use it, the worse it looks. yum.


Last year, I made up little bags with all the ingredients, tied a ribbon with the instructions, and gave them to friends and neighbors. Everyone seemed to enjoy it...well, the women anyway. I imagine there were a few husbands who thought cookies or fudge would've been just fine.

Here's what my pot currently looks like. Grody.



Happy Sniffing

They're all looking in the same direction...and even smiling. Merry Christmas to me.


For the last two days we have had the BEST Christmas treat around here. My parents came to visit. As much as we love aunts, uncles, and cousins, it's also wonderful for the kids to get their one-on-one time with their Grandma and Papa. None of us kids are going to be able to go home for Christmas this year, so mom and dad are making the rounds to all of us. Sunny Las Vegas was their first stop. Sunny, but still cold...if you call weather in the 50s cold. We do. Yes, I know we're spoiled rotten, but we endure 4 months of scorchin' hot sun, so we can enjoy absolutely beautiful winters. So I don't feel bad bragging...neener neener.


The kids loved every second of the visit.

Grandma and Papa, but really Grandma, made these cutie gingerbread (graham cracker) houses for decorating. They lugged them all the way here. Then they're off to Salt Lake and San Jose to make some more grandkids happy.




the candy reveal:



the anticipation:



teaching the next generation the fine art of a perfectly frosted house:




the fun part:





the masterpiece:


Maggie and Papa played a killer duet of "We Wish You a Merry Christmas."




A little friendly competition, with only a few accusations of foul play:




and lots and lots of bonding time:





Then of course, it wouldn't be complete without a trip down to the strip to see the winter gardens at the Bellagio and the water & light show.



It was maybe 45 degrees by this point...look, we own coats!





And to fill in all the cracks of down time, Papa babysat so my mom and I could shop. He was so kind to play about 50 million games of basketball with Ty, take walks with Claire, and tease them all to no end. What a Grandpa!

We all had a super time. Hopefully, we didn't wear out the company too much. They've still got more fun to do.

After reading on a friend's blog about leaving reindeer food on your lawn on Christmas Eve, I had this really great idea.

In fact, I'm thinking about marketing it, so if you don't mind I'm going to give you my sales pitch right now. Please leave me a comment, so I know if I've got a future or not.

Ok, here it goes. I'm a little nervous.



Have you got an unbeliever in your house?

Is one or more of your children approaching that age of doubt?

Do you, as a loving parent, want to help them hold on to childhood just a bit longer?


If so, then I have a solution for YOU!

(enter cherry Christmas music, jingles from Santa's sleigh,

and the pawing and snorting of reindeer)


"Proof is in the Poop" will instatly vanish all doubts of the reality of Santa and his team.

Simply leave the provided collection container in your yard along with the included note to Santa's reindeer instructing them where to do their business.


When your children are nestled all snug, pour desired amount of poop proof in the bucket.


Just wait to see the amazement and wonder in your child's eye as he truly believes!


A 1 lb. bag of "Proof is in the Poop" along with the collection bucket and note can all be yours!


But wait! If you order now we'll double your offer. That's 2 lbs., 2 buckets, and 2 notes, all for one great price.


There's more! "Proof is in the Poop" is edible! It doubles as a delicious Christmas delicacy for your family to enjoy together.


Merry Christmas and happy believing!


**** Note to Parents: Be sure to poop scoop when your children aren't looking

or they might wonder...


I'm still working on the ending, but there are the basics, anyway.

*** I unfortunately claim 100% responsibility of the dorkiness and disgustingness of this post***



Come back next time for the recipe, honestly. I experimented and it's pretty darn good.

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It might be a bit early to start talking Christmas lists, but we try to be on the ball around here. I try to get the kids thinking early so they have time to cut and revise if they change their mind. That way we can eliminate lists such as this one...hopefully.


Here is Claire's 2009 Christmas List
Draft #1
Dear Santa,
For Christmas I want a bowling ball. I would like ponies too. Little white pumpkins are cute. Maybe you can find one for me. I would also like a pink shirt that isn't the same as my other one. I want a carseat for my babies because SARAH has a carseat for HER babies. And I want a Snow White cup for Christmas. And that is the end. Thank you very much.
Claire E. Allen
What can I say? At least she's polite. But how many pink shirts does a girl need? Maybe Santa can still find a clearanced white pumpkin if he's really really fast. The carseat...that could be fun, my sweet covetous child. But, a BOWLING BALL? Really?

We partied hard over Halloween weekend. The kids had Friday and Monday off from school, so we took advantage of the long weekend by heading to California. We were sad Reas wasn't able to come along, but he was sure to remind the kids about Daddy Halloween taxes. They were actually kind of excited about presenting him with his bag of candy they had all contributed to.


Birthday parties, cousin Trevor's baptism, a Trunk or Treat and then trick or treating with lots and lots of cousins (18 to be exact) pretty much did us in. We sure missed the 6 missing cousins. We'll have to do it again.

Here's the mob of cousins that marched around the streets of San Jose. I'm pretty sure there were more than a few people who wanted to slam their doors and hide when they saw us walking up their driveway.



Fortunately my brother has VERY nice neighbors. And I have never in all my years of trick-or-treating seen a whole neighborhood lay on the chocolate quite this generously. Dum dums and Smarties were practically non-existant.

I uploaded 174 pictures to my computer from this weekend. I'll spare you.
I've carefully narrowed it down to the top 86.





...just kidding.











Here are my ridiculously cute sisters. We kind of have fun together.







I loved spending Halloween with my family! And I loved that our kids were able to create great memories with their cousins.

Speaking of memories. I will not EVER forget this cute little lady I met. Ok. I didn't really meet her as in being introduced or anything, but I kind of was stalking her because she looked so fun and lovable. I think she liked the attention. Have you ever seen a 90 something year-old dress up for Halloween? She must have been the cutest Dorothy ever. Look at those ruby slippers sparkle!






So long Dorothy. And so long Halloween of '09.

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