Look how much I've grown!

Look how much I've grown!

Snow Much Fun

With all the snow and cold, yucky weather we've had lately, it's been a bit of a challenge for everyone. I woke up the morning after one of our latest blizzards to a very amusing sight.

You've heard the phrase "burying your head in the sand", but have you ever actually seen anything like it? I have.

The snow and wind had created a drift over the animals' heated water dish. Apparently, these little determined cats were rather thirsty!

(For the record, while I did find this amusing at first sight, I went out to uncover the dish after I took the picture - I'm not cruel!)

My First Christmas

Now that Christmas is over, my mom says it would be a good idea to tell everyone what our first Christmas as a family was like. Since Mom is busy with laundry and cooking dinner and boring stuff like that I volunteered to write this blog. Besides, if left it up my Mom, who knows if this blog would ever get written!

We had a really nice Christmas. To be quite honest, I didn't exactly know what Christmas was in the beginning, but Mom told me the whole story so I get it. It's a pretty neat story. I especially liked the part about the little baby being born in a manger (which Mom said was kind of like Dad's barn) with all the animals around.

Anyway, our little Christmas starting off with a strange letter coming in the mail for me. The return address said it came from the North Pole. When we opened it, we found out it was a letter from Santa Claus. Of course, Mom had to tell me the who he was, but she read me the Night Before Christmas. I think he sounds really neat and from now on, I'm going to try my hardest to be a good little boy every year.

After I got the letter from Santa, I got even more mail. My Mom's friend Kayla sent me a really cool Christmas stocking that had my name on it! I really like it and on Christmas when we got home from Grandma and Grandpa Wobig's house, I discovered there were some little toys and book in it!

Speaking of Grandma and Grandpa; Mom, Dad, and I spent Christmas Eve with Grandma Cindy, Grandpa John, Uncle Jake, and Great-Grandma and Grandpa Peterson. We had lots of fun. There were lots of cool decorations and cookies. Everyone but me and Mom ate Oyster stew. (Mom was feeding me instead, but she told me, secretly, that she didn't really mind missing the oyster stew all that much) Then, after dinner, we all opened lots of presents - well, everyone but me and Grandma Cindy and Great-Grandpa Carroll. We looked at the shiny lights instead. Mom and Dad opened my presents for me. I got lots and lots of cool books and rattles and toys.

Grandma says I'm the most kissed kid in Cherry County - at least since Uncle Jake and Mom were little!

The next morning, we got up and found our stockings were full and Santa had come just like he said! Then, Grandma and Grandpa, Uncle Jake, Mom and Great-Grandma Jean worked hard on Christmas dinner while Dad and Great-Grandpa Carroll entertained me. My big cousins Scott and Kevin and Great Uncle Randy and Great Aunt Lana came for dinner.

Mom took this picture of one of Grandma's kitchen counters. Mom thought it was funny that it was covered with nothing but wine, pies, and lots of Christmas cookies and candies, because, she says that's just what we do this family.

I guess it was all really good, but I decided to take a nap instead.

After dinner we went into Great-Grandma Betty's house in town to see my Dad's family. I hung out with Grandpa Bob, Aunt Joyce, and Great-Grandma Lois for awhile. Then I spent some time with my aunt's Tara and Tracy. And no, you're not seeing double (like I thought for a minute!) they're twins! I know, it's crazy, isn't it!

My Dad, and Uncles Aaron and Oliver thought so too!

After a day as crazy as all that, Mom and Dad and I went home in my Mom's Christmas present

to the ranch where we settled in to have our own little Christmas together. It was fun. I laid under the Christmas tree for a little bit to look at the lights, then we all went to bed.

That's it. That's our whole Christmas. Mom says to wish everyone a happy new year, so Happy New Year everybody!

A Time For Everything

Ecclesiates 3:1 says "There's a time for everything, and a season for every activity under heaven."

Those words were especially poignant in our growing family this weekend. Nick's grandpa Don passed away earlier this week. His funeral was Saturday, however Nick and I didn't quite make it.

Instead, we made a surprise visit to the hospital. At the very moment so many were gathered to honor the life of an old cowboy, a brand new little cowboy came into the world.

Welcome Connor Paul Simmons!

Born November 20, 2010 2:39 p.m.

6 lbs 9 oz, 20 inches

Nostalgia

I've probably mentioned how much I love fall. And while it's not officially fall yet - there are days where you can almost feel it coming. With it comes all the things I love about it: the changing colors, cool, crisp mornings, rainy afternoons or evenings, and pumpkin flavored delicasies begin to show up again. (I have my priorities you know)

One of the things I've always liked about this time of year was that when I was younger, my grandma Jessie would dry apples and peaches. Especially the apples. Every year when August turned into September, Grandma and my aunt would set up their food dehydrator in a little shed next to a garage across from her house. She once told me it was futile to dry anything if I was visiting since the trays would always come out empty as far back as I could reach. Nevertheless, I always got a couple of bags of apples, and usually one of peaches, for my birthday. These days, it doesn't ever matter how long she's been gone, September rolls around and I'm remembering Grandma's dried fruit.

I have Grandma's dehydrator now, so it was fortuitous that this year I heard an add on the radio that a local greenhouse was taking orders to bring in apples and Colorado peaches. I ordered a case of each, then spent last weekend peeling, slicing, and drying peaches and apples.

Grandma Jessie would be proud.

Wild Wild West

A while back Nick and I took a little mini-vacation to Rapid City and the Black Hills. We decided to try a new hotel/lodge that was built in Custer State Park. Before we left I told a friend of mine that it was the kind of place where we were liable to find a buffalo looking in the window.

As it turns out, I didn't know how true of a statement that actually was.

And we got to our room, I found myself in the closest proximity to a buffalo I think I'd ever been.

Disclaimer:

Do Not try this without a window and at least half a wall between yourself and the buffalo