What Season?

This season has many names:  Fall, Autumn, Rainy, Flu, and my personal favorite, Apple.  I love the crisp mornings with the cool dry air and just a hint of sharp frost if you're up early enough.  This year's harvest of fresh Washington grown apples are hitting produce stands everywhere, and now is the best time of year for delicious apple treats of many kinds.  The leaves are starting to turn a slightly shocking red color, and as I look out my window, it starts to rain...it probably won't stop for the next 3 months...it will just keep raining.  Making me long for some fresh hot-out-of-the-oven apple cobbler, a steaming mug of apple cider, and possibly an anti-depressant...we'll just have to see how it goes : )

This season also calls for slower drivers, increased congestion (both on the freeway and in your sinuses), and busier shopping centers.  It doesn't matter what kind of shopping center you're at, its going to be busier than it would have been if now was exactly 2 months ago.  People are starting to feel the panic of the holidays creeping up on them.  But I prefer to take is slower...ok, we'll call it procrastination...and enjoy some of the seasonal activities that don't include barreling through the doors of the latest retail establishment to get my 30% off some crazy expensive and high-tech gadget.

First activity of the season?  PUMPKIN PATCH!!!  Yes, we went twice in one weekend, here are some pictures to prove it!



Hay Bale Spider!

Tall Extra-Hot Pumpkin Spice...

Lost in the ornamental corn

Yay!  Wheelbarrow!

Wheelbarrow the next day!

Hangin with Mom




 

Creation #1

Sometimes I find the time to create something delicious in the kitchen.  Sometimes I don't actually have the time, but I do it anyways and it just takes forever...like this morning.  Breakfast Crepes a la Pugmire should have taken ~45min from the first egg cracked to the moment fork enters mouth, but with clumpy flour, dirty diapers and a cranky baby it took me about 2hrs instead.  But I don't think you can put a time frame on good food and I'm proud of some of my delicacies, so I decided to start documenting them.

I know what you're all thinking...OMG, crepes...those are impossible.  So I thought as well, but I decided to challenge the impossible, and it turns out the crepes were the easiest part.  They don't even require flipping!  So here they are, Breakfast Crepes a la Pugmire, featuring scrambled eggs, cheese, cherry tomatoes and cilantro.  The only thing missing was the hollandaise sauce.  I'll have to make some next time : )

The finished product

He almost inhaled them before I could take the picture!

Rotten, Rotten Children

We've all seen them.  There's always That Kid in Target who does the throw down temper tantrum, screaming for his mom to buy him that new electronic Big Foot toy that's 2 ft. tall, really obnoxious, and will hold a toddler's attention for all of 5 minutes.  That Kid usually comes with That Parent that promises him "said toy" or something else just as good just to shut him up, instead of dragging him out of the store by his thrashing little heels.  It's the circle that makes baby boomers today say things like "back in my day..." and "if that was my kid..." and the first words that come out of most of our mouths are "spoiled rotten."


Being new parents, we've gotten all kinds of tips and advise.  And according to some of our elders, we're probably spoiling our kid.  But her little cry breaks our hearts and so I guess we've got a spoiled child.  It's a good thing she's only 6 weeks old, because I don't think babies can experience too much coddling.  What we will find out in time is if she's just spoiled, or if she's spoiled rotten...I dunno, she smells ok to me...

YAY! A smile!

Averie at 5wks old

pug-mEYE-er

We know that the Pugmire name is rooted deeply somewhere in the Mormon community, delicately intertwined in history with more famous names (like Joseph Smith), which would explain why the majority of Pugmires in the U.S. today are still residing in the Idaho/Utah area.  There are a few sprinkled around here in Washington, as well as California and Nevada, and an even lighter dusting of Pugmires can be found on the East Coast, but most of them are in Idaho/Utah.  The name itself came from England, and while we haven't done any significant research on bloodlines yet, I did come across a definition of sorts.

Definition of Pugmire according to Ancestry.com:  English:  habitational name from a lost place in Yardley, Birmingham, recorded in 1645 as Puggmyre Farm.  this derives from the name of its 13th century landlord, Robert Pugg, whose surname is of unknown etymology and the middle English word myre now "mire" meaning "bog"

So my next questions are:  How much of the place is lost?  Is it the farm that's lost?  Or the whole bog?  And what exactly do you farm if your property is on a bog?  And who is Robert Pugg?

Hellooo World!

This blog has many purposes.  Another space for pictures, online rants and raves that will at least amuse me as I'm writing them, to give our friends one more thing to look at that has our smilimg faces on it, but mostly for family.  We'll keep the blog updated as best as possible with recent pictures and events to keep the family cued in, and hopefully our blog will one day reach extended family members that we maybe don't even know we have yet!

For now, here's some pictures of Averie, our precious angel born July 28th.