Shortly before Halloween, McKay took a dive out of Tanner's arms and hit the the hardwood floor where the floor meets the carpet. Five stitches later, he was all better.
Halloween came and went without many photos. Somebody must have captured the Kilee witch, but that's all I have. There isn't a McKay giraffe, a Tanner construction worker, or a plain old Braxton.
Braxton and Tanner competed in a piano competition. Braxton took 2nd in his level. Tanner took 3rd in his.
Tanner didn't play at the honor recital so I don't have a video of him. Sorry about that.
Christine and Haley came over and learned how to make cinnamon rolls.
Somebody stole my camera and took pictuers of star-shaped marshmallows.
Braxton participated in jr. high wrestling. I think he's found his sport. I shall have to change my perception of wrestling. He did great for his first year. He got so sick right before districts, though, and lost 5 pounds and just wasn't 100%. He still tried his hardest, and that's what matters.
Thanksgiving meant turkey at Nana and Papa's. This is the first Thanksgiving in my memory of snow on the ground in Buhl at Thanksgiving. The bigs (the dads) and the littles (the kids) bundled up and played the traditional turkey bowl.
And we ate.
The next day, they braved the cold and went shooting. It was about 6 degrees above zero. L to R is nephew Seth, Braxton, Tanner, and niece Lexi. Yep, that's my darling 15-year-old niece shooting that big gun.
And I believe that brings us to Christmas. Almost current.
