TravelingMel

A couple weeks ago we went to the Livingston Holiday Stroll. There were a couple places where you could get your picture taken with various holiday creatures: namely Frosty the Snowman and Santa Claus.

Frosty was a little creepy in person, but he looks pretty good on camera. Anders was not that into either experience, but did enjoy eating at the Mexican restaurant and the cookie he had while listening to the Polar Express. If you think he's food-driven you should meet Finn.

The photos were posted on the Chamber's website and they are a little small, but here you go.

Last weekend we got our Christmas tree. After passing tons of elk hunters on the way out we found a gun-free location. When you have two boys and two dogs running around uncontrollably, guns aren't a good idea.

I think the pictures tell the story, so here you go.

All good parents grab their camera when their children face-plant in the snow, right?

A boy and his dog. Well, his mom's dog, but who is keeping track?

I'm Anders Coble Harrison and I will kick your a$$!

Taking a walk.

Cute boys.

Watch out for the killer dog!

Mousing. He keeps at it even though he has never caught anything.

The best seat in town.

Anders said this was his toilet cleaner. "It smells like stink."

All smiles.

Now that's a good picture.

Getting ready to do some sawing.

We caught a tree!

Admiring the tree at home.

Watch out, Anders!

All purty!

Here are a few photos from our Thanksgiving brunch. Of course, we forgot to get the camera out until half the people left.

Finn and Woody discuss quiche.

Sweet Julia.

Anders and Katie.

Party central.

Katie.

Playing in the boys' room. I love how the camera lens makes the room look so big.

George is in the house.

Parker is having such a good time.

Back at the beginning of October we went to Rocky Creek Farm to have our apples pressed into cider. While we were there we let Anders pick out a pumpkin.

We festively set it on our front steps where it froze, thawed, froze and thawed again. Then it was a mushy lump.

While my mom was here we were going to go back to the pumpkin patch, but it was a cold, rainy day. And we ran out of time anyway.

I ended up buying our pumpkins at the grocery store. There were only two little ones left and one of them had a weird, rot scar. I bought them both.

We had to have pumpkins because H's sis, Susannah, sent us Mr. Potato Head decorating kits. Isn't she cool? We got two buckets of parts: eyes, mouths, hair, hats etc that, when artfully poked into a pumpkin, make a Mr. (or Ms.) Pumpkin Head clown and pirate. Much easier than carving.

Mr. Potato Head pumpkin kids.

Anders readies for pumpkin decorating.

Whatcha talkin' about, Clown Pumpkin?

Finn makes his little pumpkin look big.

Thrilled to have his own gourd.

Three little pumpkins.

We awoke this morning to 3-4 inches of snow and branches everywhere. The deciduous trees haven't dropped their leaves, yet, so there was a lot of surface area to collect snow. All around town branches cover the sidewalks, yards, tops of cars and a few roofs.

As you can see from the pictures, we get up pretty early around here.

A branch narrowly missed the car and trapped it in the driveway. Fortunately I was working at home today.

The garden covered in snow. Guess I am done with that for the season.

H cutting the branch away. Remember he is 6'6''. That it one tall limb.

Dragging it away piece by piece.

Livingston wasn't the only place hit hard today. The folks in Train Town endured an attack by Finnzilla.

The innocent people of Train Town have no idea what is about to happen to them.

Finnzilla tears apart the train tracks.

The bridge is next.

Anders got his horse all saddled up--balloon and all--and took him for ride.

Cowboy Anders leads his horse Cactus into the corral.