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At the Farm

Peter’s Uncle hosted Thanksgiving at his new farm house in the country. We enjoyed pumpkin pie made with pumpkins from their garden and a roasted hog from one of their pigs. So we said Oink! Oink! instead of Gobble! Gobble!

I was glad that I was still in maternity pants so I could treat myself to all the yummy treats. The kids played in the hay loft collecting guinea hen eggs. Peter swung from a huge rope swing proving he still has cool moves!

Hope everyone enjoys their leftovers!

Love,

Jess

P.S. I just had to include Pete’s hay bail jump. Crazy guy, I love him.

I can have fun again! Second Trimester Bliss!!

I have to eat every two hours and need to sleep often.  I able to do fun things again after months of blah-t-blah morning-noon-night sickness. Whatever, I am still gaggy but I am so much better than my first trimester.

I took the kids to a local historical farm celebration. Ryan entered into a pie eating contest, rode a pony and collected “play” chicken eggs. Molly pumped water from a well, obsessed over the baby bunnies and hung unto my shirt tightly on the wagon hay-ride.

Over Memorial weekend Peter and I took the kids geo-caching for the first time. We went to Hudson, WI and discovered 3 “treasure  boxes” to trade trinkets and sign our names. We liked it so much, I think we’ll start a new hobby!

Papa Phil helps Ryan pick fresh peas from the veggie garden.

Well it’s no Christmas card but we are all together! Top: Carly, Peter (Ryan), Phil, Tim and Lisa. Bottom: John, Kris, Molly and Jess.

The Anderson Family. Deegan, Sarah, Eric, Terry, Molly, Jeff, Mary Jo, Amanda.

This clothes pin bag is so charming with yellow, denim and rickrack. It was Great-Aunt Dorothy’s, (Grandma Margaret Thompson-Jensen’s sister),  from way back when and it is still in use by her grand-daughters.

Third cousins Deegan, Molly and Ryan swam in the mini-pool by the shade.

Surprisingly strong Molly made her way to the corn. She loves corn on the cob! The only time she was fussy all day was when her corn was all done.