Voices live in every finite being,
Often undivined, near silence.
Hear them!
Hear them in you! in others!
They sense truth deep in all life;
They know the things true Pilgrims stand for.
Stand out!
Come to Him without the things the world brings;
Come to Him!
As a child and as a poor man.
He had all. He gave all.

~Charles Ives

Friday, December 17, 2010

Christmas the Dey Way

A lot of these extra things like the two sets of towels, the candles, pineapple lamp and tasseled table cover we inherited from Charlie's Grandmother. This is the first year I've had the guts to put them out. I must say, I'm not disappointed.

Our nativity was a gift from Charlie's Mom. I love it. Thanks, Mom.

Also, this is the blog-debut of one of our most prized possessions: our amazing Sharika painting called "India." If you want to see more of her stuff click here.

You may be wondering why I have been delinquent in keeping up with this blog, and why these most recent posts have been almost all pictures only...Normal life + Harry Potter (half way through book six!).

He's Officially Pulling Himself Up...On Everything!

Snack Time

Tuesday, December 7, 2010

Thanksgiving in Minnesota

After a lot of considering, scheming, and hoping, the Dey family made it to St. Louis Park, MN, to enjoy Thanksgiving with the Moons. Bryonie cooked a scrumptious turkey and a delicious sweet potato casserole that met everyone's expectations, even her husband's. The rest of the meal was mostly prepared by our guests. I must say, it was nice to see prepared, delicious food arrive at the door.

Our group of celebrants were almost all musicians, facilitating lots of hymn-singing, opinion-sharing and u-tube hilarity. In short, we had a great time.

In true Dey fashion, however, we have zero pictures of our Thanksgiving festivities.

The next day was the only other full day Charlie had with the Moons. He had to return early to work on Sunday. So, for fun we headed to Macy's in downtown Minneapolis. Every year they have a Christmas scene displayed on their 6th floor. This year it was "A Day in the Life of an Elf."

Before we got there we had to brave the MN winter...

Thanks, Grammy, for the winter coat!

I know this is not why any of you come to my blog, but I really enjoyed the display and thought I'd share some of my favorite pictures...

Here is Santa's mail, unloaded on an unsuspecting elf.

The toy shop in disarray

Christmas baking

and candy making

and testing

Charlie enjoyed himself too...I think.

This was one of my favorites: Reindeer Flight School.

Closer up...

Can you see Josh?

All in all, we just had a great time being together.

The baby and I got to stay a full week, during which time Charlie started pulling himself up to standing with help from obliging furniture, expressing obvious interest in whatever I happened to be eating, and generally behaving more like a toddler and less like a baby.

Standing up in the bath! Bad idea, Charlie.

On Josh's day off we went to the Mall of America. I had never seen it before...wow. The best way to describe the place is extravagant.

Every now and then extravagant is a lot of fun!

Bryonie wanted to stay and hear the choir, but after their warm-up we decided our time was better spent on the move. I left, however, with a tinge of guilt. I used to be in a choir that practiced for final performances at malls and festivals. Shouldn't I sympathize with and encourage youthful musicianship?

Some other time.

This candy shop reminded me of Willie Wonka and all the extravagance of childish greed.

Around this time, Charlie was fading. Thankfully, there was a mechanical alligator to distract him.

I took this picture, struck by the stylish resemblance Josh had to this advertisement.

Unfortunately, he looks a little o're-shadowed.

Toy trains. Sigh. Dad, do you remember the set you got for the boys one Christmas, the table you built for it, and then how long it all lasted? Oh well. It was so cool at the time!

We also put up their Christmas tree, and had Hot Chocolate with Peppermint Schnapps. Delicious.

After that evening it felt officially like Christmas.

While I was packing us up, Charlie was pulling himself up on anything he could grab.
The hardwood floors and booties gave him an extra challenge.

Auntie Bryonie to the rescue!

Thank you, Josh and Bry, for such a good time! We miss you already.