These Days at the Cozy House

We’re enjoying some lovely October weather at our house this week. We’re having a very lazy week, wearing lazy clothes, and living outside as much as possible. God bless sunny, warm fall days. And indoor tents from Grandma. After declaring the desire to sleep all night in the tent, the two year old lasted approximately 6 minutes in the tent before bailing to sleep in his own bed. The three year old organized and adjusted the tent’s living quarters no less than 12 times before finally deciding on an arrangement that suited her bedtime needs. Oh, and the tent takes up a good 63% of their bedroom. But it’s a darn lot of fun and that’s all we really care about around here these days.

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Apples to apples

In honor of my parents’ anniversary, I canned applesauce today.

Actually, those two events are entirely unrelated. They just both happened to be today.

But I did start on the 45+ pounds of apples. Oy. Homemade applesauce is so worth it, but that is one butt-kicking process. Especially with two littles underfoot.

Nonetheless, progress is being made. Fresh out of the canner are three different varieties. Bonus points for the Groves who recognize and know what the pink flavor is (it IS light pink, even though it looks like spaghetti sauce or something reddish).

YUUUUUUUUUUM.

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Tonight at the Cozy House

Let’s ignore how long it’s been since I last blogged and jump right into it.

Here’s what’s going on around our place lately.

– I did central Nebraska a favor today. I watered my garden; hence, it is now raining.

– There are seven new puppies at the cozy house. SEVEN. Put your dibs in now, folks.

– The three year old knows how to make coffee.

– The three year old can also officially “read” her first book. She has completely memorized “Felix Feels Better” word-for-word.

– The two year old is all things boy and cannot stop climbing and throwing and sprinting and farting and laughing about it.

– The wife is making a late night phone call, blabbing on the phone to her BFF while attempting to make life-changing yogurt.

– The husband may have just compared his wife and her BFF as “cackling hens” in regard to said conversation.

– The wife blames all cackling on her poor, crippled BFF, who is obviously starved for some entertainment since being laid-up with her newly broken foot. Life with crutches is no life for this girl.

There you go. Life at our place. Happy fall!

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At The Zoo

We made a mini-vacation to the zoo in Omaha last weekend. Abby LOVED the aquarium, and Riley loved any exhibit that he could get out of the stroller and run wild through. It was lots of fun, and it felt great to have a change of scenery for a couple of days.

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