Archive for December 8th, 2008

Old-Fashioned Christmas Parade

We went downtown Saturday morning for the annual old-fashioned Christmas parade. Entries are restricted to horses and horse-drawn carriages–some of which were antiques from the late 1800s.

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Ava watched most of the parade from a perch high above the crowd.

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Many of the participants were dressed in period costume. I especially liked these dresses and coats.

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Ava managed to eat this entire ball of cotton candy–at least what didn’t end up in my hair.

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Olivia would clap and say, “Yeah!” every time a new entry went by.

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I thought these little kids–all bundled up and sitting on a blanket–were exceptionally cute.

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You all remember Bryan’s unnatural hatred for tiny ponies, right? This year he said it wasn’t so much the pony but the little carts that really irked him.

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Liv thought they were pretty funny.

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The big finale–Santa.

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Outside the box

Now that I’m back off the wagon, I’m enjoying a couple of glasses of wine a few times a week. Usually, a bottle is more than enough for the two of us, but there are those nights where one more glass would be nice, but it seems wasteful–and kind of expensive–to open another bottle.

Enter the boxed wine.

We picked up our first last week, thinking it would be nice to pour a single glass without uncorking an entire bottle. It is far less expensive than bottled wine, and it keeps for six weeks.

That is, of course, if you don’t drain it within a matter of days.

The good thing about a bottle is that there’s an end–and it’s only four glasses. A box, on the other hand, that goes on and on and on. And portion control has never been my strong suit.

So, the other night, I found myself tipping the box to get to the last little bit of wine. When that didn’t work, I ripped out the bag and funneled the wine down to the spout.

Bry, watching from the other side of the counter said, “I bet you could get more out if you clipped the corner.”

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This seems like a slippery slope.