January weekend

I always wait to title my posts until after I have written. Mostly because I never know what will pop out.

This weekend was a three day weekend with the kids...it was pretty tiring after a rainy Friday but we were fortunate to have Katie, Dylan, Eva and Sylvia stop by for an afternoon visit. Jon was pretty busy on Friday meeting with clients and working on a proposal with Harmony Engineering and Design from Driggs, ID. I am pretty proud of him, he has never waited for something to fall in his lap and instead goes for it. Hopefully, they will win the project...fingers crossed.

Saturday Jon worked from 9-1 at the wood shop up on campus...and had enough time to read through and edit most of the proposal since not many students came in. I had the kids help clean up and Josiah watched Isla while I tackled our mountain of dishes. I swear they reproduce. I was listening to NPR while washing dishes and heard a short story by a woman who considered bread making meditative. I agree. And decided that we would be making honey challah for cinnamon rolls for Sunday morning breakfast and for a treat to take to church. But first we walked to the Winters Market and back where this funny exchange occurred:
On the way home we came across a group of 7th or 8th grade boys...a pack of them...riding their bikes towards us. One kid stayed on the sidewalk and jumped off the curb right before he got to us. Ethan said, "He must be showing off", I said, "Maybe" and then he said, "He must not know you are married."

Because we were tired Friday we had told the kids we would do family night on Saturday night. Jon made soup, we mixed up the challah and had a pretty fun afternoon overall.

        Iris mixing it up.

      Sevrin holding the bowl while Josiah tries to mix in the flour.

                               

Ethan's idea of kneading the dough.

Ready for the movie to start.

       Putting the filling in.

                                                     

This morning the kids were very excited for the cinnamon rolls...as can be seen below. We ate cinnamon rolls, made a mess of the house again seemingly dirtying every dish overnight and went to church at 11 am. We took some cinnamon rolls with us...which made the people very happy. After church I took some cinnamon rolls over to the neighbor across the street to pay her back for lending me powder sugar last week! I remember how much my Grandma Negaard baked and how she always had some sort of treat, stale or not, to offer to guests as well as to take places. I think I would like to do that as well...as long as I can avoid weighing 300 pounds.

This afternoon Jon had the boys help  him stack more fire wood and clean up the yard. It was pretty balmy out there...over 45 degrees and blue skies! I took Lemon to the dog park where she enjoyed playing with the other dogs and getting filthy. Not as filthy though as the long haired, pure white dog that came and promptly laid in the mud. Later Jon put Ethan's Christmas present together, his bike, and he took it for it's virgin voyage. I love our flat street and sidewalks...I love that the kids have a safe place to roller skate, skateboard and bike ride right outside our front door. Now I am off to eat the pizza we bought from Safeway...we are tired and tomorrow is the beginning of another week full of play co-op, preschool, school, vaccinations and doctor's appointments.

Waiting for the cinnamon rolls to be done this morning.

                                     

         Lemon waiting for the cinnamon rolls to be done this morning.

                                  
       

I can't imagine a better smell then fresh cinnamon rolls.

The weather was finally nice enough for Ethan to ride his bike.

                            

Iris

Josiah

Isla Jane