Dora's Ranch

 Emily was so excited to head out on Friday for Dora's Ranch. Of course, we weren't really going to Dora's ranch, but that's what she though I said. We were going on a trail walk at Dorris Ranch, a 250-acre historical site with a pastoral feel that is especially appealing during the harvest season. Ever heard of filberts? First one to tell me another name for filberts wins! Dorris Ranch is known for its many filbert tree orchards.

On our trail walk the kids stopped frequently to gather filberts, pick up sticks, and drive the rusty old tractor. We followed a "self-guided tour", the details of which were shown on a pamphlet we picked up at the entrance. We hugged an incense cedar tree, checked out a massive maple tree, viewed the old barn and pump house, and enjoyed a view of the Willamette River.

Emily wanted to dress up like a cowgirl in her cowgirl boots and jean jacket for the occasion. Robbie just wanted to sit in his comfy pack and contently chew on the soft cushion until he fell asleep. Nothing like breathing in the fresh air of the great outdoors!

Pick Me a Blackberry

Blackberries grow everywhere here. You can find them on the side of the highway, in the fields, creeping through the backyard fence into the yard, everywhere!

When we travel to Nevada for Thanksgiving break, we want to share (and have had requests for) these Oregon-grown berries. With this in mind, Adam and I headed out for a walk Tuesday evening to fill a bucket. We picked about 10 cups, just enough to make 2 quarts of canned pie filling.We cooked up the pie filling, then poured the dark blackberry yumminess into quart jars and finished canning them just before midnight. All in a day's work!

If you want a book that will make your mouth water for berries, you ought to check out the children's book, Jamberry. It is such a delightful book to read. If you haven't read it, please check it out at the library and share with me what you think.

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Apples and Pears

It's funny that kids will eat what they normally wouldn't when you make it fun. The other day, my neighbor brought over 16 lbs of pears. She and I split 32 lbs from the church farm in Medford, OR. I used to dislike pears, and haven't eaten one in years. I do like them canned, so I got them to can. I thought the pears weren't ripe and told the kids to not eat them. Instead, I let the kids carry a couple around in a little lunch paper sack. Mikey pulled one out and took a bite and we discovered that they were ripe, and they were really, really good! I've been missing out all these years!!

Today, the kids and I were peeling/coring/slicing apples with one of these apple peeler/corer/slicer tools for canned apple pie filling. Emily started to eat the long spiral strips of apple peel that are left over after peeling, etc., the apple. I was very surprised that she would eat the apple peel, but when it comes in spirals, who can resist?

By the way, the website canningusa.com is worth checking out for home canning recipes, how-to videos, instructions, and photos. Their motto is "If I Can, you Can!"

Preschool Post

Emily went to preschool today. Twice a week, she will go to the home of one of six mothers involved in our little coop. Each of us six moms will be in charge of teaching once every six weeks. Being the poor college students that we are, I applied to put Emily into the headstart program, and though she did get in, Adam and I decided not to go that route. For many reasons this coop was the better preschool option.

To help Mikey feel apart of the group, I let him decorate his very own carpet, just like Emily. I thought he might be sad to see her go, but after today, I don't think Mikey will miss Emily. He enjoyed playing with her toys that are usually off limits when she's around to say so. Right now, Mikey is circling the couch and every time he comes close to Emily's play area she says, "Don't play where I am playing!"

Dump Truck v. Flower Blossom

As Emily's father, Adam believes Emily has a great ability to argue and reason with opposing forces. To help her practice crafting better arguments, Adam and the kids decided to play "courtroom" together. Today's trial lasted nearly an hour. The children were riveted. 

"May it please the court, my name is Flower Blossom, and I represent myself." . . . 

"Vroom vroom, beep beep." Toy Van has to translate for Mr. Dump Truck, who only speaks the language of trucks.

Emily oversaw the 6 My Little Pony jury members. She said little, but commented on the nice necklace one horse was wearing, reminded her dad that the girl ponies needed to sound like girls, and scowled at the audience (me) for laughing and disrupting the trial. She also objected when Flower Blossom referred to her as a "little girl" and not a "big girl". 

The case Summary: Mr. Dump Truck (Mikey) sued Flower Blossom (Adam) who allegedly was not talking nicely to Dump Truck when he delivered potatoes to Flower Blossom. Flower Blossom allegedly said the potatoes looked like rotten eggs.

The jury initially ruled in favor of Mr. Dump Truck, but then changed their mind, ruling  in favor of Flower Blossom. Michael, in response, threw his Dump Truck to the ground and quickly popped his pacifier into his mouth.