Next up in the day’s adventures was a trip to the duck blind, to hunt ducks. That weren’t there….
A duck calling lesson. Didn’t help. Ducks called our bluff.
Sister moving the decoys to lure the ducks to us. Ducks just laughed at us…
The Bubbies peeking out to see if any ducks were around. They weren’t.
I think we stayed out there for about 45 minutes maybe. It was cold. Ducks were somewhere else all nice, warm and cozy…
We headed up to Arkansas after New Years. All the kids got suited up in kid waders to go trompin in the woods, winter style. In the summer and fall trompin in the woods is different. There is no water. In the winter there is a lot. Sister wasn’t exactly thrilled to be suited up, but she got over it. Eventually.
One last celebration, although I really wasn’t feeling like celebrating. I struggled. It was a bad day for me. I had been told that the first Christmas after you lose a loved one is hard but I had no idea how hard it would really be. At least it is now behind me.
Sister’s favorite gift from Santa was definately her Easy Baking Oven.
The longest 9 minutes of her life…waiting for the cookies to get done.
They’re ready!! Come and get it…
The guniea pigs..err, I mean taste testers….
and left a bunch of stuff!! He certainly enjoyed his snack…
Everyone woke up just fine, unlike school mornings…hmmmmmm.
Checkin out the stash….
Our first Christmas without Sazzy. Hard doesn’t even begin to describe it. Honestly, I have never in my life been so glad for Christmas to be over…. nevertheless, here are some shots from Christmas Eve.
My weather-man wanna be…a digital weather reading thingie…
Is it sad that I was excited over a vacuum cleaner?
Leaving milk and cookies for Santa..
