Chickens

Our first egg! OH happy, long awaited day! Bryan found it yesterday-none today, but it's winter so we're lucky to get even one. The chickens are lucky they started to lay, because they were beginning to look tasty and weren't earning their keep.

Turkey Day

Thanksgiving morning was spent doing one of our favorite family traditions. The drumstick dash 5K in downtown Roanoke. We decided last minute to go ahead and spend the money. It benefits the Rescue Mission. 'Move your feet so others can eat!' is the motto, and with over 11,000 participants(up from 7500 last year!) I think they raised a fair amount. We pushed the kids in our much loved Bob Duallie and finished it in 40 minutes. Not fast, but not bad considering we let the kids out to finish the last quarter mile and Porter was distracted by the leaves and parked cars. I didn't see this, but I guess when Bryan and Leilani were almost to the end, she said 'daddy carry me!' But when he pointed out they were almost to the finish line she said 'oh, ok!' and took off full speed to the end. She loved the idea of finishing/running the race. The afternoon/meal we spent in Fincastle with our friends Stacy and Steve. I made pumpkin pie, apple pie, and pumpkin cheesecake(which I feel was the highlight, yum yum). We also had a second thanksgiving on Friday with the missionary's and the Johnson family.

Sacrament meeting Fun

With two children, Sunday is not usually the most relaxing or peaceful of days. Today's church meeting was exceptionally 'fun' filled and deserves it's own post. The day started off well enough with fresh pumpkin cinnamon rolls for lunch and us being on time to church. However, just as the Sacrament hymn starts, I hear a pop sound and feel cold liquid. The lid to Porter's water bottle popped off and spilt all over the pew. I jump out of my seat with Porter in arms just in time to avoid being completely soaked. Bryan looks over and asks me why I'm acting like a weirdo. Then he notices the water. We both take off at the same time to get paper towels, but I see him leaving so I return to the soaked bench. Now, when I say the water spilled what really happened was a flood. Before the water soaked into the material, it managed to course it's way down to both ends of the bench. Luckily no one else was sitting there. It did however leak down the crack in back into the lady's purse behind us. Bryan spent most of the hymn trying to soak up the water using half a roll of paper towels he unsuspiciously snuck into the hall hidden in his suit coat. The rest of the meeting we sat on opposite ends of the long pew, because there was nothing dry inbetween. Then came the snacks. Porter was acting crazy so I offered him some grahm crackers. I did not know, however, that he already had carrots in his mouth. Of course the crackers looked better, so he did the best thing possible. Spit out an entire mouth full of fully chewed carrots. When he commenced eating the grahm crackers, he could not of course, eat them one bite at a time. He munched right through the middle of the cracker making tons of crumbs. During the rest hymn we stood up to sing. Then we looked around and Porter was gone. So Bryan spent the rest hymn chasing him around the other pews. These are just a few of the highlights, mixed in with other usual Sunday, climbing, poking and crying. Luckily for us we maintained a cheery attitude and were able to keep our laughter to an inaudible level(I think). Despite all of that the talks were very good and very uplifiting. Thank heaven for little boys and all the joys they bring.