One Hundred and a Million

This is Eleri's preferred quantity.

As in, "are there one hundred and a million trees?"

Or, "What if I had one hundred and a million fingers?"

(Clio's answer: "you could pick up a LOT of things!")

This is one of those sweet things that you think you will always remember.  We can't count on memory, but we can count on blogs.

Strange Fruits

Dave likes to bring home unusual selections from the grocery store.  The girls absolutely delight in pomegranate seeds, starfruit, and the like.  (Isn't it amazing how much is available now?  To think that I ate my first mango in College!)

The latest choice?  Pumello.

I missed the party, but love seeing these silly photos of the games one can apparently play with pumello skin.

Breakfast with Santa

Saturday morning, Clio and I went to the Breakfast with Santa event at my high school.  Eleri was not interested.  There were many discussions about where Santa would eat, and clarifications that he would not actually sit at our table and eat with us.  Instead, he spent his time on photo ops.

I am 100% in love with ours.

Turns out Clio will have her photo taken, so long as the person wielding the camera is a professional.

First BK crown

The girls love McDonald's.  With toys in the happy meals and a huge indoor playspace, who could blame them?  Every time we drive by, Eleri announces "Old McDonald's!"  On our road trip for Thanksgiving, they also discovered Burger King, and suddenly Eleri has noticed there is a Burger King near our house, too, and announces it as we go past.    Burger King!

Five Great Grandaughters

And one more on the way for Dave's cousin Amy.

Perhaps ironic for a life-long farmer.

Ruth and Eleri Ruth

I'm finally going to try out my friend Sara's method of family blogging: a picture, a small snippet, peppered with the occasional marathon.  I need some sprints.

Over Thanksgiving, we got down to Springfield to visit MaMa, Dave's grandmother.  I love how proud she is to introduce Eleri as her namesake.