Fall is Here

After work on Friday, I drove to Everett to help Nick move the next day. Hadley helped by checking the ladders and step-stools.

Cambri loved crawling after Grandma and helping to clean the floors.

I had to come home Saturday afternoon and ran into snow on Stevens. I guess summer is officially over.

A wet, cold afternoon was made for football and the first real fire in the fireplace.

Leo liked it too, as long as he got head scratches.

The reason I had to come home Saturday was Rock and I had talks in church Sunday. He was a little nervous but did really well. After, he said it was kind of fun and he would like to do it again. I guess he doesn't only take after his mom after all.

DeA liked the fire, but decided to take things one step further and to wear cozy jammies.

Doesn't it just look fall-ish out there?

Jens finally got to spend part of the day in school! She goes for three hours in the mornings instead of doing Zoom calls!

There was a bunch of new snow up on the mountains and it actually felt chilly.

A pretty cold and rainy storm blew through and ruffled the flag quite a bit.

 

Fall Fun and Conference Weekend

It was Jens' turn to go golfing with me. The day that we could go had 30+ mph winds, so we just hit balls at the driving range. She crushed those balls.

Then we made our way to the putting green and practiced three-putting five footers.

Of all the people that live in our house, Leo might be the most high maintenance. He wants attention all the time. 

Mom is going all out with her new cooking skills. Homemade raviolis!

Thankfully the boys were able to do a hockey camp. It was five days a week in Wenatchee, but it was worth it, and Dad's help taking them down made it easier.

DeA in front of a beautiful sunset is always a sight to see.

Conference weekend is always a special time to re-charge. 

The kids tried to sit and watch, but like most conference weekends they were eventually kicked to outside or the basement.

So reverent

Conference Sunday is also donut day! DeA hates it, but the kids and I do it anyway.

It's quite the process, but the kids are figuring out the process more and more each time.

Kids and hot oil, what could possibly go wrong.

We ended up making about three dozen donuts, but only about a dozen survived to make it to Sunday lunch.