Christmas tree(s).

Maxwell took us down to a farm in Princeton to pick out Christmas trees (yes, Mindi insisted on two this year, don't ask). We're nearly the most festive in all of the 'Ville.


strapped in and ready to roll


a post-tree-picking snack at the farmhouse


decorating

The "Carseat Series"

In this series of prints, Mommy Mindi captures the emotions of a (happy) car ride:

Holiday sleeper.

For the cold.

T-day 2008.

The Jersey Mysers had Grandma, Grandpa, Uncle E and Aunt Suzette out for Thanksgiving this year. Much cooking and eating...


Cooking.


Eating.


The fam.


EEEEEEE!!!!

Football Saturday(s)!

Go Football!



O-H!

Maxwell in CT.

Maxwell and dad trekked up to Connecticut to see Lilah and her doggies. Oh, and Carrie et. al.




Running (with Jack)


There's Carrie

Lilah and Maxwell!

In CT.

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Turning two...

Maxwell's little friends are starting in on the second birthdays already, and we kicked it off with Ellery's party on November 8! Music, dancing and cake - you can't get much better.


Ellery, Mommy and Daddy


Anthony jams


Maxwell too



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Dancin' fools!

Heading home!

After a long vacation in Ohio. And with his new favorite book.

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Sad days...

Great-grandma Jean Postle somewhat unexpectedly passed away while we were in Ohio visiting. Maxwell didn't get to see her this trip, but luckily he helped her out back in August with a visit in the hospital. Maxwell was great during calling hours and the very nice funeral service held in Westerville and presided over by Great Uncle Chuck Myser on November 4. With a very touching poem by my cousin Rebekah. Jean will be very much missed as he grows up.

Wise Woman by Bekah Eller

I once met a wise woman,
Wilma Jean was her name,
And what a wise woman was she.
Once when I was no more than four,
I took to her house for wisdom and sleep,
And answers she gave me,
“Grandma,” I started,
All her attention was on me,
“Where did grandpa go?”
My question only made the wise woman smile,
“There,” she said pointing out the window to a star,
“Grandpa’s a star?” I pondered,
My little arms wrapping around her tightly,
She only nodded and we sat staring at the sky.

Now the wise woman is gone,
Her knowledge passed to us all,
All we have to do,
Is look to the stars to find the answer.
You will know which star is hers,
It will call to you,
Whether you were her Friend,
Cousin,
Child,
Or grandchild,
You will know.

It is time to say goodbye now,
That time has come,
It might be hard,
But remember,
What the wise woman had said,
Just look to the stars.

Trick or Treat (the video)!

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