Gideon doesn’t realize what’s coming. Obviously. He goes about his days as always. Demanding to be petted, woofing for breakfast, soaking up naps on the couch by the window, intimidating squirrels, doing figure eights on the lawn, licking his lips, playing tug-of-war. His life is sweet. And I love watching him. It’s endless entertainment watching a short dog with TRex-esch arms flailing all over the yard, or hopping up onto couches.
Soon…I’ll notice those details less and less. While it’s my goal to teach our kids to appreciate Gideon for the cute little creature he is, to appreciate his nuances and treat him very well, it’s only natural that more and more of my admiration will fall on little human subjects.
In the meantime, Gideon will still be the focus of my little photo-sessions, and deservedly so. He’s just adorable.
The meteorologists were right. I’m sssssooooooo happy about it. Being holed up inside is one of my favorite things to be. And watching Gideon bunny hop through torso-deep snow brought so much happiness to my heart.
Gid could not get enough of the snow. He looooved it. Rolling, spinning, running, hopping, rooting, eating, barking and what seemed at times like dancing through all the powder. Tea, walks, bathrobes, fluffy socks, crunching snow, little puddles, netflix, naps, games, boots, cookies, blankets, icy fingers, and bright blue snow light.
The ladies would only venture out to an area we cleared of snow. They were not amused. Quickly the hens, and most humans in the neighborhood made their way indoors. To warm by the heater and look out the windows in wonder. I’m so sad to see melting this morning. Sigh.
Favorite snowy days moment: Matt and I stalked a few pre-teens around the neighborhood. Throwing snowballs and then hiding behind cars in hopes of confusing them. When they didn’t noticed, we decided an ambush was in order. What ensued was a 15 minute snowball fight that reminded me how hard it is to maneuver in snow.
…at the first sign that we’re waking up, a leg stretch, a yawn, any rustling whatsoever, and up he comes. Flipping and flopping, yawning, licking and softly woofing.
Sometimes I just lay as still as possible and try to stealthily check the time. He’s got a sixth sense about us though and just knows. Or he’s already been awake for hours, sitting there on the floor watching us. Creepy little cutie.
1. I’m back from my short hiatus. Sometimes I just get tired. And crafting/cooking/living are hard things to do…let alone take pictures and then write about those things. But I’m rested now.
2. Gideon is a celebrity. He’s always been a celebrity to us…but now it’s official. He’s Dog-of-the-Day, on The Daily Corgi! Eeekkk! We tried to tell him, but he just stared at us. He must be in shock. Go check out the article on him, and leave a comment to show your support!!
Isn’t Gideon the cutest thing since baby ducklings?
We decided to do a Christmas card, mostly because this year we’ve felt so settled at our home and with our little family here. People like to hear about the chickens and Gideon. We thought it would bring a smile to their face to see them. We literally just turned to each other one afternoon and said, “Hey let’s go take a picture”. It was raining. We rigged up my dinky digital camera onto a ladder with a backpacking-tripod, and balanced an umbrella over it. Gideon got thrown in the wheel barrow, where he stayed freakishly calm. The chickens were swooped up, Matt and I posed. Done. Originally I wanted the picture to be a little chaotic. A chicken flapping around, Gid in mid-jump out of the barrow, Matt or I with our eyes closed, but it was all just so peaceful. I couldn’t bring myself to toss one of the chickens in the air. So I’m satisfied with this. Plus based on what I hear friends say, after you have kids, you consider yourself lucky to get a Christmas picture that’s not chaotic. And if it happens it’s usually after 50 takes. This picture is very reflective of our lives this past year. Busy little people, building our home and shaping our future together.
Have a great Christmas card idea? I wanna hear it! Merry Christmas to you all!
Really! Brussel sprouts get such a bad wrap! They somehow became a part of the terrible green vegetable lore that broccoli and spinach get lumped into when you’re 7 years old. But when done right, brussel sprouts can even be a snack food. I’m not being sarcastic.
First off…what the heck? This is how brussel sprouts grow? It looks like something out of an alien movie. I kept expecting these things to hatch.
Preheat the oven to 400 degrees. After getting past the weird look, massive size and hefty weight, cut off each of the corpuscles sprouts. Chop off the stem and peel the top couple leaves.
You’ll need about 1 1/2 pounds worth.
Toss with 3 tablespoons of olive oil, 3/4 teaspoons of salt and 1/2 teaspoon of black pepper. I even added a touch of shredded parmesan.
Spread out on a baking sheet, and bake for about 30 to 35 minutes. Every 10 minutes or so, take the pan out and shake it, letting the embryos sprouts roll around to cook evenly. Serve immediately afterwards (though I found they tasted sweeter after they cooled). I wish I would have cut the larger ones in half, to get more roasted flavor per brussel sprout. But these are stinking delicious. They have a crispy, salty exterior. You can add more salt/garlic salt after all is said and done if you’d like. We ate almost all of these while the main dish baked.
One of the egg pods sprouts had rolled onto the floor while I was chopping and peeling. I watched it roll away and thought, “eh.” I just left it there. A few minutes later I turned around to grab it and it was gone. What?? Then I spotted a bunch of little brussel bits on Gideon’s bed. So I googled it. Turns out vegetables in the cabbage family are really good for your pups. So I gave Gideon another one. He ate it up in a few minutes.
So here’s to giving brussel sprouts a good name. And sorry Krueger family, I’ll be bringing some for Thanksgiving.
Always right by my side. Looking up at me with those big brown eyes, just waiting for a head pat or belly scratch.
That’s all you ask of me. It doesn’t matter what I say, or how often I’m stressed, late, messy or grumpy, you give me your best all the time. All you ask of me is a little attention. Some scratches, tug-a-war and a walk around the block.
So today, Gideon, I celebrate you. It’s your “adoption day” on Saturday. You were 4 months old when we brought you home with us 3 years ago. I’ve never regretted it for one moment.
So to celebrate, we bought a big bag full of doggy treats, food and bones to keep in the car, for when we notice homeless dogs who are looking for some kibble. Gideon also got to lick peanut butter off a spoon and he’s sporting a much needed new doggy tag.
So happy we belong to each other, Gidster.
*p.s. If anyone is interested in this dog tag, I bought it from a fantastic shop on Etsy called, J Hollywood Design. These would make great Christmas gifts, for the animal-lovers in your life. My phone number is actually on the front of Gideon’s tag. But ya know, I used my re-touch tool to remove it. I trust you…but there’s always that random person who shouldn’t have access to people’s phone numbers.