If you’re not from the Pacific Northwest, you probably haven’t seen trees like these. The moss covered trees line the hiking path. It’s an absolutely stunning sight. I never get tired of it. My kids, on the other hand, got really tired of hearing me say, “Ooooh, look at the cool moss on that tree!”
The trees in our area can be huge and totally interesting.
The hike was fairly flat. (good for whiners in the crowd) There were only a few stairs toward the end. Check out this bridge, made from a fallen tree. It was a little freaky, walking across the river on a slippery log.
When I asked my son about his favorite part of the hike, he said it was throwing rocks in the river. Such a boy.
There were lots of interesting things for me to take pictures of, while the kids were throwing rocks.
On the way back, we took a different trail (after asking the ranger about it), which led to a lake. It was so beautiful! The sun was just starting to peek through the thick gray. You can see there’s still snow on the mountains, not too far from us.
Did I mention that it rains a lot in the Pacific Northwest? It was a pretty muddy hike.
The following morning, this is what we woke up to! It was an amazing sunrise. My hubby, of course, was still sleeping. But, the kids and I enjoyed the beauty of our waterfront view of Discovery Bay!
Dungeness Spit is a sandbar that jets 5 miles out into the Puget Sound. It grows 13 feet in length each year. It was an awesome place to spend a sunny day. We were surprised at how powerfully the waves came crashing onto the beach.
You can see, the storm clouds weren’t too far away, but the sun stayed out until we got back to our car. Then the downpour began.
The night ended, just as it began. The moon reflected off the water and lit up the sky. Now, if someone could just teach me how to take a good moon shot, I would be completely happy.
There are so many more stories to share. Stay tuned to find out why this guy is sticking his head in my car window.
A few years ago, I let go of the dream of adding a bonus room above our garage and decided that we need to live in the space we already have, rather than always wanting more, more, more. You can read more about that here. I sold everything formal about the formal living room. Gone were the $30, “don’t touch”, pillows. The beautiful lamps found a new home with a nice couple from Craigslist. I went out and bought new pillows and lamps from Target, and they were cheap. If someone kicked over a lamp, while doing cartwheels, it wouldn’t be a big deal. Pillow fights with the pillows? No problem. I bought some fabric, made a few things like curtains, more pillows, and chair covers. I even moved all of the kids’ games and instruments into the living room to encourage them to play in there more often.
I tend to find myself right there, in the corner of that couch, blogging at about 6:00 am on Saturday mornings. My friends always ask how it’s working out for us. Do the kids still use the space? Does it drive me crazy to have a mess in the living room? Would I do it all again?
Well, you can see there is usually a stable and a horse show set up in the living room. This is my entryway, so I usually have to ask guests to step over the corral.
The pillows are never put back the way I’d like and there are often games, toys, and music taking over.
My house is not always neat and tidy, but we live here. I love the saying, “Please excuse the mess. The children are making memories.” I think I need to make a sign for my house, because that’s my motto.
Would I do it all again? In a heartbeat. Does the mess drive me crazy? Sometimes. Does it make me happy to see my kids playing with their friends, right smack in the center of our home? Always.
So, here’s my advice if you have an unused formal living room. Make it informal, and just excuse the mess. The children are making memories.
I recently posted about Things I love. One of the things that made the list was Things With History. I love treasures that tell a story. Even more special is a treasure that tells part of my own story, and reveals a little bit about where I’m from.
These old books belonged to my Grandma. (Yes, that’s an empty picture frame. I have a problem with setting picture frames out, and then never filling them with pictures.)
Here’s my favorite. This is a bible that was on my grandma’s bookshelf. Inside, it says, “For Our Dear Mother. From, Edith and Chester. August, 1927.” Edith and Chester were my grandmother’s parents. So, this bible belonged to Edith or Chester’s mother, my great-great-grandmother. How cool is that… just to know that I’m holding the same bible that my great-great-grandmother held.
If you look around my house, you’ll see that I decorate with lots of old books. To most people, that’s all they are… just old books. To me, they’re part of my history and it’s amazing to hold a little piece of history in my hands.
Here are a few linky parties I like to participate in.
When the kids got home, we finished the project together. I found these little tart pans at a garage sale, about 15 years ago. I rarely use them, but I had some puffed pastry sheets in the freezer and figured they’d work perfectly together. The kids cut the pastry rounds and then put them into the molds.
They weren’t perfect, but perfection isn’t important when you’re working with puffed pastry. It all just puffs up anyway.
We spooned in a little jam and baked them for 10 minutes, in a 400 degree oven.
Super easy, quick, and yummy! That’s what I like.
I’ll be stopping by a few linky parties.
Here’s a peek into Thanksgiving in our neck of the woods. My sister and sister-in-law hosted our meals this year. We all live in the same neighborhood, so we didn’t have to drive far between parties.
There was turkey, of course…
unless, you are 7 and dishing your own plate… then it will look like this. Olives. Potatoes. Giant cinnamon roll. Jello. Yep, that’s all you need for a perfect Thanksgiving meal.
Green bean casserole
Sweet potato puffs
A good nap afterward
As we were walking to the car, after playing hard in the water, my son asked what we were going to do next. My response: “Umm, let’s see. We just got out of the pool. What do we do next?”