Sunrise

I just had to share some pictures of our walk to church this morning. I think the worship began as soon as I stepped out my door. I felt like pinching myself to see if what I was seeing was real. The pictures don't do it justice, but I hope you can appreciate the awesomeness that God has shown us. Then, we get into church, which has huge windows to look out onto the bay, and we see a beautiful bald eagle fly by! No kidding! It is a reminder of God's glory and how nothing can come even close to His design.

Getting Caught

The other day, we were all home as a family just enjoying our time together, when Carlon noticed our dining room table had been drawn on. We asked the kids who drew on the table and immediately they all denied ever drawing on the table. After much consideration and thought, our 4 year old approached us and admitted to the crime. Then, we later found another drawing on the table and I asked my 6 year old(who has also been guilty of this sort of crime) if she did it and immediately she says, "No, mom, it says on here, Alianna!" Sure enough, the culprit had signed her artwork! As hard as we tried, we couldn't help but laugh out loud! We're so glad she's loving to draw, and we hope she has learned her lesson. We're also glad she is innocent enough not to forget to sign her name on her art! I love the way my kids continue to surprise me and how I just can't be mad at them for too long!

A Beautiful Fall

We have had such a great fall here. It's my first Alaskan fall to experience and I think it's my favorite season of all! The colors are brilliant and I feel as if I'm walking through a painting every time I step out my door.



One of the things I have really enjoyed is our walks to and from school everyday. The kids love it and it's a great view. There are several of us mom's who bring our strollers and go pick up the kids from school. It's a great time for all of us. I'm so thankful for such a beautiful fall and also for friendships. It's such a blessing to not only see the beauty of God's creation, but to experience His wonderful blessings through great friendships.



Unfortunately, all too soon the leaves will have fallen and the snow will cover all the different colors. But, I will enjoy and appreciate the blanket of white that covers everything and provides some light in a dark winter. Until then, however, I'm going to just enjoy this season while it's here.

All Boy

On any given day, you can most likely find my son outside riding his bike, constructing the perfect sword out of sticks, setting up booby traps, making teepee's or anything else that might come to his imagination. Today was no different. He has happily entertained himself most of the day, building a new fort. A fort in his own yard. He comes into the house, dirt covered face, with a big grin and asks if I want to see his fort. Of course the only answer I can give, is an enthusiastic,"Yes!" Outside, underneath a large tree he proudly shows me his fort, complete with a "keep out" sign in the front (no girls, of course).

I love my boy and his zest for life. He LOVES to enjoy whatever nature has for him. Be it a pile of dirt to kick around or a tree to make a fort. He is in his element when he's outside. Rain or shine, he is out there.

It reminds me how I should be loving life and taking in the beauty and creation that is right here in my front yard. I need to enjoy what God has given us in this beautiful place. Oh to be like my son! I just love how the Lord has allowed my children to teach me so many wonderful things about life. What a blessing!

Blueberries!!!

Living up here has been one great adventure after another! I have had some great opportunities. I'm learning from some very wonderful people who are helping me survive the elements and take advantage of them as well.

One advantage of living here is that there are numerous places to go to pick blueberries. We have had the opportunity to pick them as a family and I, most recently, had the chance to pick them all day! It was such a beautiful day and we picked and picked and picked! It was great! My family didn't even mind giving me up for the day because they knew I'd come home with lots of blueberries for them!

Riding a float plane out and picking blueberries and seeing beautiful mountains were such a delight. I felt like a little kid! So, after picking for about 5 hours, I came home with about 2 or so gallons of blueberries. (The really good pickers gathered 3 gal. or so!!) Carlon and I ended up cleaning blueberries well into the night. We spent about 3 hours cleaning and freezing them!

It was time well spent. That night I could just taste all the wonderful things that come from blueberries...blueberry pie, blueberry pancakes, blueberry muffins, blueberry icecream, blueberry cobbler...and so the list goes on! Yum!! A friend of mine put it perfectly, she said something to the fact that this is the best kind of harvest, one you don't have to plant or take care of, but just wait for the Lord and come take your share.

Ali, thinking she's going to go with me.

The view from the plane.

The area we picked blueberries.

Bucket getting filled.

All the blueberries we picked.

Carlon, multi-tasking. He was a huge help!

Yummy blueberries.

Attacked!

On a cool summer day, one of the last days before school started, a couple of the kids and I decided to take a walk. The walk turned out to be quite the adventure, but with a happy ending.

We took a path, a nice narrow path. With beautiful greenery, beautiful flowers and even berries, which we weren't sure if they were poisonous, so opted NOT to eat them. We enjoyed a nice afternoon in Alaska walking in the tundra. The path eventually lead us out onto a more popular trail. Once we reached that trail, we turned around and started heading out. As I looked on the ground, there was fresh bear scat, or poop as others might call it. So, we were glad to turn around and go back the way we came...just in case. Bad deal number one.

Along the trail home we continued to enjoy the scenery and were able to avoid tripping over many tree roots on the ground. We came up to a place that had some sort of bug flying about in the area, in a little hole. Much to our surprise it was a swarm of hornets. Hornets that were NOT happy! So, I scream to myself and my children,"RUN!!!!" and we did! I got stung twice and one of the kids got a sting on her head. Bad deal number two.

So, after traumatizing my poor children, we made a run for our prowler (four wheeler thing). I was told by my children to drive fast! As we drove we started to finally feel relieved when suddenly out popped another hornet from who knows where! Screaming and yelling and some more tears later it thankfully flew out as soon as I stopped and opened the door. Bad deal number three.

After many tears, lots of screaming, and a few stings, we were safely home. We put in a movie ate some icecream, drank some rootbeer and enjoyed the comfort of our home INSIDE. All in all a good deal in the end. And to think, I was worried about bears!!

The berries we chose not to eat.

Standing by the "forbidden" berries. (They are probably just cranberries, but better safe than sorry)

The trail on the way up, when we were happy!

The narrow trail. Hornets here we come!

What Marshmallow Type Are You?

The other day, Carlon and I took the kids out to a creek nearby to have dessert...s'mores! We loaded up with everything in tow, kids included, and found the perfect spot. Building the fire was the boys job while the girls looked for dry wood. Once the fire was lit, we were ready to roast. As I began taking requests as to how they would like their marshmallow roasted, I realized why I like mine burnt!

I've decided there seems to be a connection with the way you like your marshmallow roasted and your personality. Those of us who like them on fire and burned to a crisp, have little if any patience. We stick the marshmallow in, start it on fire and poof! it's done! We've eaten 3 to every one that others eat. Those people who like them just brown on the outside are much more patient. There's a method and a madness to sitting by the fire (smoke in your face) turning the stick and waiting, and waiting AND waiting for the perfectly brown marshmallow evenly spread throughout. Now, I'm not sure what "type" you are if you just like them plain. Even less patient than the burned marshmallow? No taste for cooked marshmallow? A plain Jane? I don't know. We had all three "personalities" at the creek that night!

However the marshmallow, I don't think it really matters once you add chocolate and graham crackers. Really, I don't think you can go wrong. And what's even better is when you get to share them with family!