Made another pilgrimage to Deary last weekend.  Because I like packing for 7 people.  More like seven and a half because my husband can almost pack for himself.  Unless I want him to bring something other than a change of underwear, then I have to pack him too.


Then we stuff it, and everyone, in the van for a six hour ride.  A six hour ride that inevitably begins to smell a lot like vomit.  No, it’s vomit.


Keep it together people!


Daddy Boy took some time off work for hunting season and we used it as an excuse to visit Grandad.  (Cuz we like him.)

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Grandma took the children apple picking.

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Then she made me make apple pie.  Literally forced me.  “Get off the couch Miranda and get in the kitchen.  I want you to make me a pie.  NOW.”  Dang-it.


At least Grandma did the dirty work.



Did I clean up my mess?  No.


Saturday we went into town for another Planned Parenthood protest with friends.  And then had a children’s tea party afterwards.  Actually, it started as a tea party and ended as a sacking.


I think it was the eight boys.  One really shouldn’t invite boys to tea parties.


Judith is my best protester.  She stands right on the edge of the sidewalk and waves at each car.

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This turned out to be quite a large protest.  However, I don’t think anyone was very happy to see us.  Pullman Washington is going to make Jesus’ short list.  I can’t remember who made the hell joke, but apparently Judith heard it.  She came out of the bedroom at Grandma’s house in her wicked witch halloween dress-up.  Grandad asked, “Where are you going?”  She replied, “I’m going to hell.”  Not you Judith, Pullman!  Shake off your shoes sister.

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Grandma Jean and baby Eve.  Grandma is the certified baby holder.


Daddy Boy and his new purple shells.  When you can’t decide which ammo to buy, go by color.


Boy was up early every morning, bouncing along on the back of Reuben’s motorcycle, through the woods in the dark.  He said he almost fell off the back six times.  I can’t blame him if he didn’t want to hold on too tight.


Sister Natalie.  It’s her turn next.


Oh, look at that.  It’s a deer.  Last possible moment on the last day, of course.


All that was left was to figure out how to fit it in the van.  ???


2 thoughts on “Mecca

  1. They breed them a bit different in Idaho dont they? And that is a nice UTV that uncle has. I really need to come up and visit before first snow.

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