Have you been to Tollipop?  If not you should check it out.  Kirsten is having a give-away of a drawing of two adorable hugging bunnies.  Go see.  Wander through her stories.  You won't be sorry.  If you win, you're welcome.

After putting your names into a hat the winner is:  Jeanene!  I need to get your address and I'll get the book on it's way.  Thanks for playing along! 

I just got back from my first time away from kids since they were born.  It was great to be with my sister and her husband in the temple, see friends, and visit with family.  However, I'm just not that excited about leaving them again until they are quite a bit older.  Sometimes it's good to know things about yourself.  I did as consolation bring back some visitors. 

Granny and for the first time to our house Grandad!

He was a big hit

Especially with a certain tiny girl

What's not to love about someone who's willing to be your roundhouse (that's where trains sleep).

Uncle came along too and put some engineering skills to work track building

We got to show them a bit of our town

Mowg gives us a pose at the Train Depot 

While it may not be London, we do have a lovely phone booth.

Incidentally it makes a great place to step out of the blowing snow

Brrr!  Welcome to Spring at our house

So today is my "blogiversary".  This blog is 2.  It hardly seems possible.  I love the idea of a Hobbit Birthday.  In applying it here that means a give-away.  This time it's going to be a book.  As I was going through books recently I discovered that I have an extra copy of Cranberry Thanksgiving.  I have loved this book since I was a child.  Maggie and her grandmother live on a cranberry farm and invite two very different individuals to Thanksgiving Dinner.  Mr. Whiskers, an old sea captain and Mr. Lawrence, a dandy from the city.  It turns out the Mr. Lawrence is there to steal Grandmother's famous cranberry bread recipe.  Mr. Whiskers saves the day and there's even some forgiveness of Mr. Lawrence in the end (and the recipe itself as well).  So would you like to win?

Please leave a comment, you could tell me your favorite book from childhood.  If you don't have one, just leave a comment.  I have quite a lot going on just now so I'm going to leave this open for about a week.  Thanks for reading!

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This is the trestle bridge (or castle bridge to hear Tiny tell it) that Dad built to use at the railroad. 

  

This is the girl that played with track that Dad built to use with the railroad.

This is the boy that played with the girl, who played with the track that Dad built to use with the railroad.

"Hello Gordan, My name is Oliver."

"Oh no!  A coupling broke!"

We had some snow (unusual for us I know) on Wednesday.  It came down in great big clumps as if someone was having a snowball fight. This is not a build up of snow in his hair.  That's just how it fell.  In a matter of minutes.

It looks like asteroids taking off in this picture, but they really were falling.

We took a couple minutes to check it out and see how bikes rode in it.

I thought I was going to collect snowflakes to photograph, not possible.

Mowg shouted as he took one last run, "I LOVE WINTER!"

Dramatic change of tune from the "I hate winter, I like spring." that I've been hearing lately.

Tiny had to have one last run too

With flakes that size we certainly had to try and catch them on our tongues.

Some of us preferred not to look.

Others chased them around.

Sometimes you just have to do something crazy,

like run around outside in the snow for a few minutes in your pajamas. 

Then winter is a "wunnerful season."

How about some Ketchup?  Or Catsup? Or Catch up?

In the world of camera cards sometimes you go back to a card and discover a picture.

This is from October.  A little hunter taking a shot

This is project that I've been working on from the Wee Wonderfuls: 24 Dolls to Sew and Love book.

  Here's my first "Pocket Pal"

I mentioned the Wheat Grass Heads in an earlier post.

Here's a one week later picture

Mowg was wondering when his was going to get a face (on the left).  I told him that it would as soon as he put it on.  Playing in the dirt held far more sway than making a face.  Tiny is creative (on the left).

Tiny's Grasshead

The one I did



A Moment:

I was cleaning/organizing (truly mucking out) our bedroom yesterday.  I have a little corner of it that holds my sewing machine and piles of other things that gravitate toward it.  It gets quite out of control.  I turned around and there was my tiny girl with a small collection of trains playing on my the bed.  She smiled at me and said, "I playing trains."  Then she went back to doing that.  After a bit of cleaning I'd cleared one patch of floor.  She decided it would be a great place to lay down.  She found a pillow and then needed a blanket.  Since I wasn't terribly accommodating she got her own blanket and a book.  She spent the next 20 minutes or so reading books in a little rectangle of sunshine on the floor while I continued my tasks.  That my friends was Heaven: to be close and to be occupied in good things.