Wow

The last week and a half have just flown by. Sorry about the silence, but playtime with the kiddos comes before blogging. Where to start? With the kiddos I think. The Jersey family arrived the Saturday before Thanksgiving. And there was much fun. The pictures will tell most of the story.
C4 and Ellie made a cake in honor of the Charlie's recent birthdays - the fun checkerboard one from my birthday.
I gave Charlie his presents (finally revealing some of the secret knitting!) - a pirate fleece blanket and some scurvy pirate mittens to match his hat. Arrrrr!
Elliott and C4 helped blow out the candle.

Sunday morning, C4 and Sarah hung out with us. I had been spinning when they arrived, and C4 was most intrigued. I got him to try a little bit, but he was bored quickly - mostly because he couldn't do it all on his own. So then the fiber became a plaything.
Wrapped around train tracks as a kind of obstacle. Until it got stuck in the train's wheels and was therefore a hindrance.
Sarah mostly slept. Grandma didn't seem to mind.
Charlie is big into games right now. Sorry and Sorry Sliders being his favorite - and we introduced him to Battleship which was a big hit.
Sarah's favorite game happens to be "Where's the kitty?" She would put her arms out and shake her head and then wander to Maddie's likely hiding spots. She's quick. Maddie did not appreciate the game.
Charlie made a craft with Grandma, at some point that week. I'm still not understanding the pirate wand myself, but whatever.

Thanksgiving was wow. I don't know what other word to use to describe it. The entire clan was together for the first time ever.
And the last time that the then entire family was together was October of 2005. Crazy. So, Thanksgiving was loud and crazy and typical for us.
The boys.
The best picture of all 4 of them. Contentedly watching Backyardigans.
What's better for a late night snack than an Uncle Tom sandwich?
The Sarah-mobile.
That child needs a hand knit hat! Poor Mason!

Friday was the last day with the Jersey folk. So we decided to go bowling.
There is nothing better than watching a four year old bowl for the first time. He was so funny about it. Unhappy that he didn't knock all of them down.

Granted, we played bumper bowling, but I would like to point out, that I had the high score. And didn't need the bumpers to get it.



And that night Grandma and Aunts were left in charge. Which meant that there was a lot of screaming and dancing and running around and camera flashes and belly flashes and general mayhem.

But dang it if they're not cute.

I'll post later this week with all the secret knitting that I can now reveal, as well as all the stuff I've gotten done for me. This post is just too long already.