House/Yard Changes

Exploring Our New State

We’ve moved to Montana, we’re getting settled in and it was time to do something fun. We’ve done a few things but this time, I actually had my camera. A week ago, on Saturday, I came up with an idea.


Our goal? Go see a Santa Exhibit in Butte, Montana. A chance notice in a local paper directed us to where we were going. On arrival, I took some pictures of the awesome building while the boys played in the snow for a bit.


They played and I snapped pictures, assuming that, when we were ready, we’d go on inside.


A beautifully built old brick building. I tried my hand at photography and capture the beauty my eye could see.


Maybe I did it justice, maybe I didn’t. Either way, when we decided to head on inside to see the Santa exhibit, we realized we were at the wrong building. My GPS had failed me. While Jen drove the boys in the Rendy, I walked the streets for a few minutes, looking for the right building. This town, Butte, is full of old buildings that beg for a photographer who knows what they are doing to come snap some photos.


I found the right building and it was just as stunning in its old world beauty as the first one we went to. After a couple pictures of the outside, we made our way in.


The place was stunning by itself, the architecture spoke volumes to my old word heart. It was full of Santa – every shape size and color you could come up with.


We tried looking at all of them but it was difficult – there was so many!


Beautiful older pieces mixed with the newer plastic pieces of our world.


They even had a fairy Santa, for those who love fairies.


Fat ones, skinny ones, tall ones and short ones. Thousands of Santas in one building.


Santa on a horse next to a porcelain Santa cup.


A huge Santa for the boys to try and measure up to across from another Santa of interesting creation…


A Jester Santa. Guaranteed to make you chuckle, this Santa is just waiting to entertain a young child.


And, of course, a Weeble-Wobble-type Santa.


Santas lining the steps to the upstairs. We were not allowed up there – it’s still under construction. And, with that, we headed out. I wasn’t ready for the day to end this soon so we head out to another town close by (about an hour or so). It is called Phillipsburg, Montana. It boasted an antique store and I set out to drive that way to see what we could find.


On arrival, we set to walking around and realized it was a simple tourist-trap. A place that sells items that look good but are typically made in China and pretty worthless as a whole. We wandered around a few minutes, had some snacks and looked at some of the color of the town.


A table and chairs set up above a restaurant as advertisement.



Giant-sized fork and spoon as decoration as well.


And a few local artists creating wildlife statues for decoration. With that, we head out of Phillipsburg. I’m hoping the next small town we decide to check out has a bit more than just high-priced trinkets for sale.


This past Saturday, the boys wanted to play electronics. I made a deal with them. If they fill one plastic bag full of the pine cones and needles all over the yard, they could play electronics all day. I expected it to take at least an hour but they were done in under ten minutes. Since this coming weekend promises to be full of adventure, we didn’t go very far this weekend. I let them play and have fun all weekend.


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Any Pictures Left?

Let’s look at the remainder of pictures in my pictures folder and clear them out, shall we? I’ve a few left and then I can start posting quilts and more timely events again.


A picture of the Montana state flag taken during the boys’ school productions over the holidays.


A close-up of the center of the flag. Oro y Plata is spanish for “Gold and Silver.” Wikipedia had the following to say about the state flag:

The flag of the state of Montana consists of the image of the Montana state seal centered on a blue field.

Within the seal, a plow, shovel, and pick rest in a field in front of the Great Falls of the Missouri River. The ribbon contains the state motto, “Oro y plata” (Spanish for: “Gold and silver”). The current flag was adopted in 1905, and the word “Montana” above the seal was added in 1981. In 1985, the flag was again modified to specify the font used in “Montana.”[1] Before it was adopted as a state flag, it was used by Montana troops deploying for the Spanish/American War.[2]

North American Vexillological Association (NAVA) declared the flag of Montana to be the third worst state/provincial flag, 70th in a field of 72 in a list that contained all the provinces of Canada, U.S. states and U.S. territories. Georgia’s flag was named the worst, but has since been changed, and Nebraska’s flag was named second worst. [3]

I don’t think I’d say it was the worst flag! But, who am I, right?


Seen on a street in downtown Dillon, where we live. We don’t see trash on the streets very often so this really caught my eye. And, if you wonder if it gets cold here? Well, there’s proof. It does.


One of Brendan’s school projects. He was supposed to use items around the house to disguise the turkey so it wouldn’t be eaten at Thanksgiving. He used a bunch of my quilting scraps.


The local Elks Lodge had a Santa visit and the boys went to sit on his lap and whisper their Christmas desires. If you look above that, you can see a picture from several years ago of the boys. So big, so fast.


Going to the school to meet Brendan for a Thanksgiving treats day with the kindergartners. That morning, he *had* to wear his suit because mommy was coming to school.


Playing with mom’s quilting supplies. He was pretending they were claws.


My mom and dad.


All better! This was the day we were leaving.


Brand new baby Justin – my latest nephew.


Teaching myself how to knit.


Jen running into some 2x4s hanging off the back of a truck. They were invisible. She couldn’t see them.


Brendan trying to sew a couple squares together, just like mommy.


Brendan deciding that fireballs were not something he enjoys.


Caiden getting attacked by his brother for climbing up onto his bed when they were supposed to be sleeping. There was punishment involved and Caiden still bears a few marks from this event.


Rendy’s shocks broke on the driver’s side, so we had a really-wicked-cool-muscle car for a week to play with.


This amazing car kept blinking “READY” at me, every time I stopped. I had to go for it and try to beat the best time for 0-60 is this bad-ass muscle car. (Language intended) The best time was 7.78. I got 8.80. I was sad but scared to try again for better.


Caiden was trying to hide under my bed to avoid a bath. Jen caught him and dumped him into the tub. Once he was in, he had a great time!


Remember those Legos? It’s 11 p.m. on a Friday night and the boys don’t want to stop playing. I had to convince them to go to bed by telling them they could get up early in the morning and pick up where they left off.

And that’s about it. From here out, it’s specific events where there are several pictures to show off and quilts that were made. I finally cleaned out my pictures folder.


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