I can’t believe how fast this year has gone. I guess it’s true what they say about how time flies when you’re getting old. When you’re young, six months is an eternity. This year, it seems as if the year didn’t even last six months.

For example, didn’t Halloween JUST happen last week?

And wasn’t Thanksgiving yesterday?

No! In fact, one was months ago, and the other was last month.

WOW!

And yet, I haven’t blogged/bragged about the great time I had at both.

OR posted pictures.

So quickly, let me show you some of my favorite costumes at the party. And allow me to take this time to tell the host and hostess … WOW! You really outdo yourselves year after year.

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As for Thanksgiving at Dumont.. the weather couldn’t have been better. It was really hard going from wearing tank tops to driving home to THIS (that’s fog, people. FOG):

*See? Who says Central California doesn’t ever have a “white Christmas?”

We were trying to figure out how long we’ve had this tradition of Thanksgiving at Dumont and I think we decided we were going on four years? Maybe? I can’t remember. All I know is every time I can remember to, I like to take a picture of all the kids while we’re on vacation. Just to sort of “watch them grow” through the magic of photos.

It amazing how fast they grow and you’re able to capture it on film, you know?

Sometimes it seems like they grow right before our very eyes. I mean just look at adorable little J-man the Bubble Boy the Wednesday we got to Dumont:

J-Man the Bubble Boy is smiling because as the first child in his family, he has been sheltered from the world and fed tofu and salmon and organic peanuts other superbrainey food and bred into a superior intelligent superbaby ...who has NEVER been allowed to play with sand/dirt because, ewww.. it's dirty and germy and yucky. This year in Dumont he became a regular boy. I am PROUD to say I was there to witness it!

And then here he is that Monday:

Mr. And Mrs. Bubble’s nightmares came true when immediately after realizing there is a world outside of his four little sterilized walls, J-Man the Bubble Boy quickly turned into a life of trans fat, dirt eating, and crime.

OK OK so you all know I’m kidding. That second picture is actually G.I. Joe. Don’t be scared of him. He just LOOKS like a “vato loco.” He's really NOT though. I SWEAR! 

It’s not something I pretend to understand. In fact, it only makes me nervous even to think about it. Which is why I prefer to stay at camp when they head out.

In fact I mostly sit around, watch the boys ride, drink beer and read. Which is why I LOVE the desert. There is NOTHING to do out there other than ride, eat and drink. I don’t even COOK out there. Mr. Twinkie takes care of most of the cooking.