Snickers

We've had a couple of hectic days. Earlier in the week, I feared we might not make it until the weekend, but Friday has prevailed, the weekend is upon us, and Daddy is home from work. All is right in the world.

We made birdseed feeders yesterday by smearing pine cones with peanut butter and birdseed. Apparently, the birds find this as distasteful as I do, as they have not touched one seed. We also made Halloween cookies yesterday. I've eaten most of them today-precisely why we can never have sweets in the house.

Today we went to the Pow Wow. It was awesome. We listened to an 11-year-old self taught flutist (or flautist, as I've just confirmed) named Totonka Yellowbird. He will be releasing a CD soon. Santa will probably be putting that in someone's stocking for Christmas this year. He was wonderful. We also saw a 9-year-old hoop dancer who made all kinds of shapes from the hoops: bees, butterflies, horses, etc. We danced the Friendship dance and DD did her own dancing, which was one of my favorite memories of today.

My other favorite memory concerns our supper and our neighbor's cat, Snickers. I attempted to make beer can chicken (which is another favorite memory, but it belongs to another blog and another post). You have to place the chicken on the beer can, then stand the whole thing up like a tripod in the grill. As I opened the grill to check on the chicken, DD glanced over and yelled "Snickers!" as in, "You didn't grill Snickers for dinner, mom!!" The best part was that she knew she was making a joke. I realize that I am taking far too long to tell this story and am probably robbing all the greatness from it, but if you know her, you can imagine the tone of voice and the facial expressions. Priceless. Luckily, the economy hasn't gotten us so far down that we have to grill the neighbor's cat for supper.

Stay tuned for next week's adventures when we explore the short-vowel sound of letter O.