It’s snowing. It’s been snowing off and on since last night. We have about 6 inches of snow here, and I’m praying desperately that we don’t end up with a snow day tomorrow.
The kids would probably throttle me for doing so, but I really don’t want them hanging around the house all day tomorrow. I have things to do and accomplish, and it’s hard enough to get it all done with just one little baby, let alone 3 big kids who are not pulling their weight around here as it is.
Although to their credit, they’ve done a lot of helping out this weekend.
My house is actually tidy, and I’m hoping to clean it tomorrow. Mind you, their bedrooms look like a tornado blew through, but as long as I can close the door and pretend it’s not there I’m okay with that. Not really, but I’m not up for “helping” them to tidy their rooms at this exact moment.
Well, I have another couple dozen cookies to make and then I have to either drizzle or dip them in milk and white chocolate……which should I do? Drizzle? or Dip?
They are cinnamon flavored shortbread….not tons of cinnamon, just a hint, and they are freaking delicious. I know ’cause I cheated and had one.
ps….note to self….in the next post – talk about Josiah’s accomplishment and the necessity of not cheating on your diet.
pps…apparently I am a HORRIFIC typer typist (You should guess how I just spelt horrific) and I make a crap load of spelling mistakes. I just corrected 3 in this post, and after I re-read all that nonsense from yesterday I realized that most of it is spelt wrong, but I an’t going to fix it….it was hard enough to just get it up there without worrying about a few dozen spelling mistakes.



I felt kinda goofy ’cause he wasn’t our first, but they said that they were going to do it, and I just needed to come and enjoy myself.
We showed up and hung around until everyone who could make it showed up. Then we ate and ate and ate – if there’s one thing my family can do – it’s eat….and there was some good food….Aunty Hope’s Dill chip dip and Aunty Ruth’s Jelly Salad….MMMMmmmm…along with everything else that everyone brought. It was all good!
Jon was making pancakes with the girls, and Jeremy was busy….
My brohter Tim plays hockey, and actually plays quite well.
So, We are lucky enough to get to celebrate two Thanksgivings every year.
Seeing as Jon holds an American Passport (and a Canadian and New Zealand – just in case you wanted to know) and his father was a Naval 
