{"id":1289,"date":"2012-01-03T14:29:40","date_gmt":"2012-01-03T18:29:40","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.crumbbums.com\/?p=1289"},"modified":"2012-01-15T21:20:32","modified_gmt":"2012-01-16T03:20:32","slug":"december-at-grandmas-pt-1","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.crumbbums.com\/?p=1289","title":{"rendered":"December at Grandma&#8217;s (Pt. 1)"},"content":{"rendered":"<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><img decoding=\"async\" class=\"aligncenter\" src=\"http:\/\/farm8.static.flickr.com\/7010\/6592206199_6210210f2b.jpg\" alt=\"DSC_0138\" \/><img decoding=\"async\" src=\"http:\/\/farm8.static.flickr.com\/7169\/6592206609_58e022284b.jpg\" alt=\"DSC_0140\" \/><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: left;\">My Mom lives in the perfect grandma-land. It is different from any other place our boys know, as we don&#8217;t get to see such open spaces on an everyday basis. Yes, we walk practically everywhere in our neighborhood, and that is a definite perk of where we have chosen to live. But some days the countryside, with its wide open spaces, fresh air, and endless creatures and curiosities to discover, beckons me.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><img decoding=\"async\" src=\"http:\/\/farm8.static.flickr.com\/7155\/6617456575_5f1b4ac907.jpg\" alt=\"DSC_0162\" \/><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><em>Deer bone<\/em><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><img decoding=\"async\" src=\"http:\/\/farm8.static.flickr.com\/7174\/6592203027_783800847d.jpg\" alt=\"DSC_0121\" \/><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: left;\">And so I guess we started a little family tradition last year with our nature walk. And December is the perfect month for a nature walk, I&#8217;ll have you know! This year it was not too cold, just a bit damp,but we bundled up anyway and headed out before the rain.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><img decoding=\"async\" src=\"http:\/\/farm8.static.flickr.com\/7033\/6592203937_8b23c9de97.jpg\" alt=\"DSC_0130\" \/><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><em>Dried milkweed pods<\/em><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><img decoding=\"async\" src=\"http:\/\/farm8.static.flickr.com\/7144\/6592204309_2c928ae93d.jpg\" alt=\"DSC_0132\" \/><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><img decoding=\"async\" src=\"http:\/\/farm8.static.flickr.com\/7166\/6592204721_c7d588e115.jpg\" alt=\"DSC_0134\" \/><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><img decoding=\"async\" src=\"http:\/\/farm8.static.flickr.com\/7171\/6592199335_4d0403cb9b.jpg\" alt=\"DSC_0110\" \/><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><em>My Mama<\/em><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><img decoding=\"async\" src=\"http:\/\/farm8.static.flickr.com\/7034\/6592195335_25bcc1356c.jpg\" alt=\"DSC_0097\" \/><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><img decoding=\"async\" src=\"http:\/\/farm8.static.flickr.com\/7024\/6592195735_d231b754e5.jpg\" alt=\"DSC_0099\" \/><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><img decoding=\"async\" src=\"http:\/\/farm8.static.flickr.com\/7147\/6592196315_a7fc240d09.jpg\" alt=\"DSC_0102\" \/><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><em>Look closely&#8230;<\/em><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><img decoding=\"async\" src=\"http:\/\/farm8.static.flickr.com\/7006\/6592197887_642d56ac0e.jpg\" alt=\"DSC_0106\" \/><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><img decoding=\"async\" src=\"http:\/\/farm8.static.flickr.com\/7165\/6592198433_6cdba6e11a.jpg\" alt=\"DSC_0108\" \/><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><em>Black walnut-chucking contest: Andrew won.<\/em><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><img decoding=\"async\" src=\"http:\/\/farm8.static.flickr.com\/7174\/6592200627_6602717273.jpg\" alt=\"DSC_0114\" \/><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><em>Big Baby.<\/em><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: left;\">I feel it when we pull into the driveway. A sense of calm. Despite it usually being noisy from some visiting child or barking dog, my mom&#8217;s house is still, quiet. I always sleep like a <em>log <\/em>in this house. And even though I was not raised in this house, it is still, in a way, home to me. Just because she is there.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><img decoding=\"async\" src=\"http:\/\/farm8.static.flickr.com\/7175\/6592201121_274575f2eb.jpg\" alt=\"DSC_0115\" \/><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><img decoding=\"async\" src=\"http:\/\/farm8.static.flickr.com\/7020\/6592201557_91cf77a5d6.jpg\" alt=\"DSC_0117\" \/><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: left;\">And there is always a muddy puddle with some rocks nearby&#8230; which is all a little boy could ask for, of course.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><img decoding=\"async\" src=\"http:\/\/farm8.static.flickr.com\/7158\/6592202125_0131a74bbc.jpg\" alt=\"DSC_0118\" \/><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><img decoding=\"async\" src=\"http:\/\/farm8.static.flickr.com\/7030\/6592206985_bf50de64c4.jpg\" alt=\"DSC_0141\" \/><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><img decoding=\"async\" src=\"http:\/\/farm8.static.flickr.com\/7029\/6592207415_229d2eacb4.jpg\" alt=\"DSC_0142\" \/><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><img decoding=\"async\" src=\"http:\/\/farm8.static.flickr.com\/7020\/6592208425_9b6ddf9ff2.jpg\" alt=\"DSC_0149\" \/><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><img decoding=\"async\" src=\"http:\/\/farm8.static.flickr.com\/7032\/6592209065_c63079fd22.jpg\" alt=\"DSC_0155\" \/><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><img decoding=\"async\" class=\"aligncenter\" src=\"http:\/\/farm8.static.flickr.com\/7170\/6617457245_45fc6ee634.jpg\" alt=\"DSC_0171\" \/><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: left;\"><a href=\"http:\/\/www.crumbbums.com\/?p=971\" target=\"_blank\">Last year<\/a>, we enjoyed a snowy walk through the woods&#8230; which would have been wonderful this year, but because there was no snow this time, certain little boys were able to be brave.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><img decoding=\"async\" src=\"http:\/\/farm8.static.flickr.com\/7145\/6592210409_7b15db6026.jpg\" alt=\"DSC_0164\" \/><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: left;\">And smell the smells of the woods, and the creek, and the earth.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><img decoding=\"async\" src=\"http:\/\/farm8.static.flickr.com\/7169\/6592210785_6c07c0d72b.jpg\" alt=\"DSC_0165\" \/><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><img decoding=\"async\" src=\"http:\/\/farm8.static.flickr.com\/7163\/6592211239_b9901cd895.jpg\" alt=\"DSC_0167\" \/><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: left;\">And before we know it, there will be three running, jumping, exploring little men tromping through these woods. Thanks for the walk, Mom! We clearly enjoyed it.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>My Mom lives in the perfect grandma-land. It is different from any other place our boys know, as we don&#8217;t get to see such open spaces on an everyday basis. Yes, we walk practically everywhere in our neighborhood, and that is a definite perk of where we have chosen to live. But some days the &hellip; <a href=\"https:\/\/www.crumbbums.com\/?p=1289\" class=\"more-link\">Continue reading<span class=\"screen-reader-text\"> &#8220;December at Grandma&#8217;s (Pt. 1)&#8221;<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":1583,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_exactmetrics_skip_tracking":false,"footnotes":""},"categories":[105,100],"tags":[60,174,54,90],"class_list":["post-1289","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-family","category-favorite-places","tag-extended-family","tag-favorite-places","tag-travel","tag-walk"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.crumbbums.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1289","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.crumbbums.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.crumbbums.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.crumbbums.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.crumbbums.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=1289"}],"version-history":[{"count":5,"href":"https:\/\/www.crumbbums.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1289\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":1622,"href":"https:\/\/www.crumbbums.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1289\/revisions\/1622"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.crumbbums.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/media\/1583"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.crumbbums.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=1289"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.crumbbums.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=1289"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.crumbbums.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=1289"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}