These Boots are Made for Walkin'

Anna and Hailey went to spend the night with Pa (my dad) last week and each came home with a new pair of boots.  When asked what spurred the expedition to the mall for new shoes, Anna replied "I'm not sure how we got on the subject, but I said something about wanting a pair of boots."  Maybe I should say something to Pa about wanting a pair of boots...Somehow I don't think that it will have the same effect!

The presence of boots created so many dilemmas - do we roll the tops up or down?  What should we wear them with?  Should I play soccer in them or not?

We Are Family

Every year on November 11 the Joyner family celebrates a "family birthday" - the anniversary of my in-laws' marriage.  This year, those of us who live in California went out to dinner at Red Robin.  Enjoy these snapshots of our crazy family...

Brooklyn and Hailey - not sure why Hailey is making that face...

Aidan and Adam

Anna and Abbi

Sydney and Jamie - I think Jamie is the only one who took a decent picture this night

Jake and Jonathan - "oh Uncle Jake, I can't believe you!"

Dr. Dr., Give Me The News

While I do not have a bad case of loving you, I am coming down with whatever is going around right now.  But I will not go quietly into that dark night, oh no.  I will fight it off until I am too weak to do so anymore.  Why is it that when your husband is sick, he stays home from work, lays in bed and wants you to bring him juice and soup while also keeping the kids quiet, but when you are sick he goes off to school or work or whatever, leaving you to take care of the kids and the house without so much as a backward glance or even a sip of orange juice to be had?  So it was that this evening I found myself dragging four children through the grocery store during the after-work rush hour, in search of a bottle of the good stuff to get me through the night.  Then we made the soujourn home in time for me to cook dinner for the crowd between running to the bathroom to blow my nose and doing laundry so that there are clothes to wear tomorrow.  Children fed, here I am, laying on my bed taking shots of the acquired o.j., waiting until bedtime when I can down some Nyquil and blissfully pass out until tomorrow.      

Monster Mash

A few weeks late, as per usual, I am finally posting our Halloween pictures.  Tired of the princess scene, this year Jon and I mandated that the entire family was going to go with a theme, and the theme was the 50's.  I made poodle skirts for the girls and myself and the boys all went as greasers (or "weesehs" as Adam kept saying - no g's or r's for that boy.)  Adam wasn't thrilled with the idea - he asked for a hero, or even a bad guy - anything but a guy who only wears jeans and a white t-shirt.  But the image of the two little boys with the rolled-up jeans and the curl of hair in the middle of their forehead was too cute for me to resist.    

The kids' pumpkins - Anna's is the cat.

The morning of Halloween, I made the kids Jack-O'-Lantern pancakes and we put together some Halloween necklaces (all before school - amazing!)

Be True To Your School

Take bad food, awkward conversations, and a bunch of increasingly-drunken people and what do you have?  A high school reunion.  Or at least my high school reunion.  Okay, so those are the cynical bulletpoints of the night.  Overall, it really wasn't too bad, although I would have opted for a venue where you could actually be heard by the people you were talking to without shouting over the music.  Only about a third of our graduating class showed up, but even from that small number I was surprised to see people that I had forgotten about and people who I couldn't remember ever having seen, let alone spent four years with.  It was not my idea to go to the event, but a couple of my really good girlfriends were coming into town for it (we are all spread out over the state and the world, so we don't see each other very often) and so I took the opportunity to spend time with them.  I also dragged Jon along with me (against his will) as a flesh-and-blood representation of my life for the last ten years, and was completely gratified when one of my former classmates asked "Who is that hot guy over there?" Oh, him?  Yeah, that's my husband.  Overall, I was happy I went, and am now good for at least another ten years before I see most of those people again. 

Lori, Heather and me

Lori's husband Mike and Jon pretending to have a good time

me, Lori and Patricia (the original Colfax girls)

And oh yes, my hot husband (showing his true feelings of the night)

Everyone Hail to the Pumpkin Song

Ah yes, the annual trip to Bishop's Pumpkin Farm was once again upon us, and so we made the trek to Wheatland for farmy fun.  As always there was plenty to do and plenty of fall treats to be eaten - my favorite being the pumpkin pie with a crushed walnut topping.  We saw all the animals in the petting zoo and petted the goats (which Jonathan loved), then the kids played in the wooden train and on the slides.  

Help!  That pumpkin ate my son!

We were the last hayride of the evening, and went further out into the patch then we have ever been before - there was speculation that the driver was tired of truckloads of tourists and was taking us out to abandon us somewhere in the wilds of the farm.  After picking out the perfect pumpkins (with minimal whining and only a few reminders that if you can't carry your pumpkin, then it is too big) our trusty driver returned for us (perhaps he had thought better of his maniacal plan) and we took the hayride back in the setting sun - it was really peaceful and pretty.  Another successful trip to Bishop's. 

  

Hello Muddah, Hello Faddah

Let me preface this post by saying that I have never been a camper.  In fact, the last time that I went camping prior to this was honestly 10 years ago.  Jon and I have never been camping together at all.  Bad memories of cold scout trips without the proper camping gear had pretty much staved off his desire for camping for the first half of our marriage, and having a wife who doesn't pee in the wilderness kept it at bay for most of the second half.  But recently we have begun to come around to the idea of giving it another go as adults who are in control of their own experience, and as gifts we have recieved a wonderful two-room tent, very warm sleeping bags, and a lantern. All a very good start to camping.

So a few weeks ago we went down to Santa Cruz to go camping for what ended up being about a day and a half (not quite worth all the work in my opinion.)  So that this won't be a novel, I will just give you the highlights of the trip.  We weren't able to have a campfire the entire time we camped due to high winds.  Wait a minute, what?  No fire?  On a camping trip?  On the coldest weekend this season?  Yeah, that's right.  Luckily for us, my dad, in his infinite wisdom, sent us with a small propane heater to keep his grandchildren warm (his daughter could freeze to death, but not those kids!)  So with that in our tent and our lantern, we were pretty happy.  We set up camp in the mostly-dark Friday night, having gotten to the campgrounds later than anticipated, so after eating we pretty much went straight to bed.

"Want me to smack you with this spatula?"

Saturday morning was cold cold cold, so we all ate breakfast and got ready to get out of there and find some warmth.  We headed to the beach, all bundled up in jeans and sweatshirts, expecting a typical Northern California beach day with wind and clouds.  Lo and behold, apparently October is prime beach time here, and the sky was perfectly clear and the sun was warm.  It was gorgeous.  Everyone rolled up their pantlegs and took off their sweatshirts and we had a really great day at the ocean.  We then walked the boardwalk since neither Jon nor I had ever been, and got some good clam strips and chowder down on the pier.  We stayed another night and then packed up early Sunday morning as Jon and I had a wedding to attend that afternoon.  All in all, it was a good foray back into camping, not without its bumps but still fun.  Turns out my kids LOVE camping - copious amounts of hot chocolate, permission to be filthy, and freedom to run - go figure!