Winter Wonderland

and... we have winter.

The gumdrops are gone.

The boys and I made a gingerbread house last week. They were told it was absolutely not for eating.

Apparently the temptation was too strong for a particular little boy in our home, as a few days ago I came downstairs to find him licking the row of gumdrops atop the roof. After I threatened to move it out of reach, he promised it wouldn't happen again.

I guess I'm surprised it lasted this long.


My guilty little Hansel...

Noah's Paradise

No one enjoyed our Thanksgiving at "the shack" more than Noah. Here's a look at our little rugged mountain-man in the making:





(Hunting for arrowheads down by the river... Noah quickly switched to looking for acorn-caps, a much more fruitful search.)