Friday night was Sarah’s 4th annual road race. Our team was the Purple Predators. Knowing it would be cold, we all wore purple fleece scarves. Our driver was a little crazy and out of control – he tried to drive off as his wife was getting in the truck and run people off the road. We did things like climbing trees, hitting golf balls, and scaling the long stairs down to the bottom of the dam all in the dark of night. I was even the first one to get a ringer in the horseshoe challenge. We also learned that Grapette soda from Wal-Mart is the strongest 2-liter bottle of pop. It was so much fun and our team was in a three way tie to win. Unfortunately the Orange Crush’em team was better at picking a number between 1 and 100. That’s two years in a row that we have been in the tie breaker round at the end. Next year is ours, I can feel it!
Saturday, while Scott was hunting, I made the kids help me clean the house. Then I plunged into the box of apples that we picked the weekend before and began the process of making apple pie filling. I have never canned apple pie filling but I think it turned out really good. And it looks so pretty in the jars. I still have lots of apples so I will be freezing and canning every spare moment this week.
Last night our friends and neighbors, John and Kyndra, came over for dinner. Kyndra and I cooked dinner in a pumpkin and it was so yummy. (Thank you Brigitte for bringing Gwen’s recipe to the Recipe Exchange last year.) Zane and Kaylee, the youngest children in the bunch, probably ate the most. After dinner we took apple crisp and apple coffee cake across the street and had dessert with more friends.
We also had our annual Primary Program at church yesterday. (Sorry, I couldn't find anything to put in the picture for this.) Morgan practiced her part all week and was so excited to talk into the big microphone. Then Sunday morning she suddenly announced she did not want to go to church. Stage fright had set in. After a lot of persuading I convinced her it would be okay. She sat up in the big chairs with her class and smiled at me as all the kids sang the songs. She said her part with a little help and did very well. Then as she turned to walk back to her seat she tripped over the step and fell. (That’s my girl.) She jumped up and still had a smile on her face. I learned from her that a smile can help us get through anything.