Thanksgiving

We had a wonderful Thanksgiving with Bart's family this year. Here are some pictures of the event:

The lovely table courtesy of Bart's sister Rebecca.

Mommy and Hannah anxiously awaiting dinner.

I absolutely love this picture of Hannah. She looks so delicate. Her eyes are so blue and her lips are so pink. I just love it.For how excited Addison looks to eat, she sure didn't eat much.Daddy carving the Turkey.Hannah really enjoyed her spoon.And in case you were wondering, this is how Addison eats rolls.Every year Bart's family does a white elephant gift exchange. This was by far the best gift:

I just know Levi has been trying and trying to get pregnant. Hopefully this ovulation predictor will help him out with that.

Turkey Bowl

Today I begin my Thanksgiving posts with the turkey bowl. The boys played football with some other families in the community at the lovely Grand County Highschool field. I don't know that a Turkey Bowl has ever been played at a more beautiful location.Addison was quite excited.Until she realized Dad would be playing with other people and not her.Ahhh...way to make it all better daddy.And back to the game....catch it Jacob! Catch it!Way to block Sam!Op! Don't hit the kid.And it's a breakaway.We girls were naturally entrhalled with the game and gave full attention to it, not to socializing and talking amongst ourselves. Nope, no socializing at all...The little girls, on the other hand, appear to actually be watching the game...go figure. :o)

Say What?

So last night in bed Bart was reading an art education journal for his class. Suddenly he exclaims, "I have NO idea what this article is about." I haughtily think, "Silly boy, doesn't understand a simple art education journal abstract. I have my masters in accounting, I'm sure I can understand it." So I tell him, "Read it to me." Here it is:

"This article explores prosthesis as a metaphor of embodiment in art-based research to challenge the utopian myth of wholeness and normality in art and the human body. Bearing in mind the correspondences between amputated bodies and the cultural dislocations of art, I propose prosthetic epistemology and prosthetic ontology as embodied knowing and being in the world to challenge the disabling, oppressive prosthetics of mass mediation, and to enable the creative and political agency of fragmented, limbless bodies. I discuss the historical origins of "prosthesis," its use as a rhetorical augmentation of language and technological augmentation of amputated bodies, to suggest that the visual language of art disrupts and extends beyond the dialectical closure of thesis, antithesis, and synthesis through the divergent interconnectivity of prosthesis. Within the context of art education, prosthetic pedagogy is characterized as performances of subjectivity that intersect, critique and extend beyond academic, institutional, and corporate assumptions to enable the creation of new and diverse understandings through art practice."

Yeah, I was lost after the first sentence...in the middle of the first sentence actually. Apparently knowledge in accounting doesn't transfer over to art education.

Is it just us, or is this paragraph rather difficult to decipher? If I had $50, I'd give it to whoever could explain this to me. Since I don't, if you can explain it, you'll have the reward of feeling really smart.

P.S. Janae, what is that website that rates what level of education your blog is? I'm pretty sure mine just went up a few grades.

P.S.S. Bart really wanted this post to just be, "This is the type of stuff my husband reads before he goes to bed..."

My Daughter was NOT supposed to do this!

She has been playing with scissors since she was like 18 months old without incident. Then today, she's playing with a play dough set thing that has a monkey that grows hair. She asks, "Mom, can I have the scissors so I can cut my monkey's hair." I foolishly see no harm in this and get her her little kid scissors. The next thing I know she has cut not only the monkey's hair, but her own as well.If you look closely at this one, you'll see that she cut the hair going into her little pony tail. Not the pony tail itself...well, part of that too, but the hair GOING FROM THE HEAD TO THE RUBBER BAND!!! It was seriously like less than half an inch long!Three years of growth. I was going to cry...I still feel like crying!And to make matters WORSE, we haven't gotten our family pictures for our Christmas cards yet. I think I might just find a family picture from Hannah's blessing and use that.

Anyway, so I called my friend Candace, who cuts hair, and between my sobs, begged her to help. She did a pretty good job.Now the real problem is that I genuinely believe that only a professional can tame this girl's hair. There is no way I can get it to look like that again. This is what it will look like from now on:Crazy.And in case you were wondering what Hannah was doing while all this was going on:

She was trying to escape from her baby bouncer.

Sigh. It's been a long day. Today I am NOT grateful for scissors...but I am grateful for Candace. :o)

You guys are good

1&3 Hannah, 2&3 Addison. :o) I agree Rebecca, Addison looks a TON like Bart. Especially the eyes. I didn't realize their eyes had a different shape until I put these pictures together.

P.S. I have a HUGE thankful post in process...but I think I need to back down my every day thing. I am making a lot of Christmas presents this year, and am realizing I only have like three weeks before we head off to my parents house, so I've been SUPER busy with that.