Tradition

It is our family tradition to make candy the weekend of Thanksgiving. We have always done it. As a child, it was sooooooo boring. Now since we moved into this house, we moved the tradition up here, because my kitchen is bigger. We spent 6 and a half hours, cooking the fondant, then beating it with wooden paddles, then kneading color and flavor into the fondant. Yes it is time consuming, but it is oh so sweet and wonderful! My kids got to help a little, but mostly they were our taste testers. We would give them a piece, and ask if it was a certain flavor. They were cute, and they loved every minute if it. We caught Nadja, trying to get into the excitement. After everyone disappeared for a minute from the kitchen, I went in and found her trying to get what was left on my counter. What a cutie pie!

One more note on Nadja. This is how everyone remembers Nadja:

With a pacifier, to quiet the screaming. Well, we went out a couple of weekends ago, and we thought the babysitter couldn't find her pacifier, so she just laid her down. That was incentive enough for us to get her broke of it. I haven't moved our crib to see if it accidentally fell behind there, but this is the Nadja we see now.

She still screams, believe you me! But now there is nothing in the way to quiet to sound of her scream. I know some of you think, I'm exaggerating when I talk about Nadja screaming all the time. But we have a dear friend, who gauges our church meetings, by how many times we get up and take our little screamer out of Sacrament. We love it when he shakes our hand, and says, "It was a pretty good day today. We didn't hear Nadja very much." We love our screamer!!!!!