Thursday, July 26, 2012

Summer Entertainment

The Popes are in town.  Which means:  fun, chaos, and more fun.  We loved seeing Cole interact with his Pope cousins. 


He is so skinny his swimming suit would just not stay up.  It gives a whole new meaning to the term low riders!  He got cold quickly and his lips turned blue and quivered, but he kept on going, trying to keep up with the big kids.

 

 



Down the slide with his cousin Lincoln.


Benson loved his warm snuggly towel!


This boy has no fear.



New event for the 2020 Olympics?

Tuesday, July 17, 2012

One Year Old

We recently celebrated Cole's first birthday.  His Grandma Manning made this cute cake.


The tail section was broken off.  He was tentative at first, carefully sticking one finger at a time into the cake.
  

He quickly figured out how good it tasted and that two hands would be much more fun than just one finger!


With cousin Abigail trying to figure out the bubble mower.


Wednesday, July 11, 2012

Zucchini Madness

I have two zucchini plants in my garden.  They are quite large - measuring about six feet in diameter.  One produces yellow and the other green.  Each day I go down to see what surprises I will find.  I have found five or six at a time and then that many more the next day!  If I miss a day, I may find a  one that resembles a baseball bat lurking under the leaves.  Thanks to family and friends who enjoy having the fresh produce.  I do love having the garden and have found new ways to use this vegetable.  We like some better than others.  Last night was a keeper.  Mini pizzas. 

I used Mission multigrained tortillas.  Brush or mist both sides with olive oil.  Place on parchment paper on a cookie sheet or jelly roll pan.  I spooned on a little pizza sauce or you could use pesto sauce.  Add toppings.  Bake at 400 degrees for 9-11 minutes or until edges of tortilla are brown.  Last night I used:

Ground chicken browned with Herbs de Provence
Small yellow zucchini - about 1 inch in diameter - thinly sliced
Baby tomatoes from the garden thinly sliced
Fresh basil from the garden coarsely chopped
Mozzarella cheese

So simple, so quick, so good.




Sunday, July 8, 2012

Grayson's Blessing Day

Last Sunday we were in Smithfield for Grayson's blessing.  I love these occasions when both sides of the family gather and feel the great love for these new little ones that have so recently come from the presence of our Heavenly Father. 




What is everyone looking at?  An airplane!  Abigail loves airplanes and, for that matter, anything that is flying in the air, birds, dragonflies, etc.  She squeals (quite loudly) every time she sees one.



Great-grandpa Van Ausdal with the Abigail and Grayson.


I love being a Grandma!  Grayson is our seventh grandchild and we love him dearly.

Saturday, June 30, 2012

Visit Up North




Last weekend we went up to Smithfield to visit Bonnie and her family.  Abigail loves to get pushed around in this wastebasket.  It was definitely hard on this Grandma's back.  She loves her Fred Flintstone car!




Grayson is two months old.  Time goes by so quickly.  We love the cute smiles!


As a side trip we went to Preston, Idaho.  Kevin's maternal grandparents are buried there, so we visited their graves.  It was my first time to Preston.  Growing up in a small village - population 2,500, I expected Preston to be smaller. But there was actually a decent sized "downtown" area.

And the main reason that I wanted to visit Preston . . .


I had seen pictures of this quilt store in a magazine.  It was packed with fabrics, notions, etc.  I could have spent a LONG time in there, but since these kiddies you see were waiting in the car, that will just have to be another visit.

Tuesday, June 12, 2012

Cole vs. The Creampuff

Saturday we gathered to celebrate Brian's birthday.  It was supposed to be warm and we were supposed to eat on the deck.  And the children were going to play in the water.  But, it was cool and we ate inside.  And we still had a lot of fun.  I love the frozen mini creampuffs.  And others in our family like them as well.  They are small enough to fit in Cole's hand, so he first tested the squeezability and was delighted when the whip cream squished through his fingers.


He figured out they tasted pretty good, too! 



And the winner is . . .


COLE!

Monday, May 28, 2012

In Memoriam

On this Memorial Day I cannot help but think of two of my uncles.  Each of my parents lost a sibling in World War II.


This is my father's brother, William George Haller.  He entered the army in 1942 and after nearly two years of training, left for overseas in April of 1944.  Lieutenant Haller was a pilot.   He had completed 33 missions over Germany.  He had lost more than one airplane.  His last mission began November 5, 1944.  There were nine persons aboard his B-17 plane, The Characters.  It was part of a B-17 Flying Fortress unit stationed at RAF Bury St. Edmonds in England.




The visibility was good that day.  He was in the 94th Bomb Group, 410th Squadron.  Their intended target was an oil plant in Ludwigshafen, Germany.  After the mission was completed, they were headed back to England when the plane was hit.  One report I read said 99% of the plane was blown up.  Some of the men survived and were POW's.  But Uncle Bill was not one of them.  He was initially buried in the town cemetery at Kirrlach, Germany.  He was later reinterred in the Lorraine American Cemetery and memorial in St. Avold, France.  He was the recipient of three Oak Leaf Clusters on the Air Medal; the Distinguished Flying Cross; the Presidential Citation with one Oak Leaf Cluster; ribbons for European Theatre Operations in two major battles, Normandy and D-Day.







Dale Bechtol Porr is my mother's oldest brother.  He enlisted in the Army in 1928.  In 1943 he went overseas to serve in the war.  He was a Technical Sergeant and was killed in action in Germany February 24, 1945.  At that time he was a tank commander in the 8th Tank Battalion, 4th Armored Division of General Patton's Army. 




A month prior to his death, Dale's division was cited by General Patton after four days and nights of incessant battling in the relief of Bastogne. (http://www.historynet.com/firsthand-account-4th-armored-division-spearhead-at-bastogne-november-99-world-war-ii-feature.htm)  He received a citation the previous year for repairing tanks under enemy fire.  He was awarded a purple heart.  He is buried at the Luxembourg American Cemetery in Luxembourg City where General Patton is also buried.

Dale's Battalion Commander said this of Dale:  "Dale was a dedicated, courageous warrior.  He was older than most of the tankers, and was an especially fine influence on the younger ones".







I wish I could have known these brave men.  Each time I sing America the Beautiful my mind turns to them as I sing, "O beautiful for heroes proved in liberating strife, who more than self their country loved and mercy more than life".  This Memorial Day and always, I will never forget.