It's the 1.5-quart model. It is a wonderful thing. When I got back to Orem I bought this:
It's the 2-quart model because, after all, I have a growing family of all boys and you can never have too much ice cream, right? At least that's what I'm telling myself! Homemade ice cream is a part of my childhood. My mom used to make it on our back patio in NJ in one of those wooden bucket ice cream makers. She'd pack it into a big round Tupperware and stick it in the freezer to get nice and hard. I remember the imprint of the circular lid on the ice cream when she took it off. It was almost always strawberry ice cream because my dad loves strawberries. Sometimes vanilla, rarely chocolate. Anyway, back to Gallup...
Ice cream must taste better all over your face. At least H must think so.
While waiting for the ice cream to harden the kids played around on the death trap my dad has in his living room. It's a couple of Little Giant ladders, some rope, pipes, and carabiners all strung together. The Monkeys lived true to their nickname.
We drove to Window Rock, AZ to see the headquarters of the Navajo Nation. In the same area as their government buildings is this:
It is a monument to the Navajo Code Talkers who helped win WWII. It's a solemn and sacred place for the Navajos. The history of the Code Talkers is fascinating.
Also in Window Rock is the
In it are many of the animals found on Navajo lands. Seeing how disappointed O was at not seeing the Albuquerque Zoo the day before, we decided to take a look. It was impressive.
This spotted owl was in an open enclosure. Its wing was injured so it couldn't fly away.
This bobcat was raised as a housecat until it got too wild and was donated to the zoo. Can you imagine the events that made the owners determine it was "too wild"?
On the drive back to Gallup H fell asleep. Here we are lunching at Denny's. Doesn't H look so snuggly?
On Saturday my dad had to work, so Mom, Boys, and I drove to Ramah to the Farmer's Market. It was tiny -- the town and the Farmer's Market. We bought a bag of cookies and some homemade bread. My mom also purchased a drum and some organic skin balm stuff. Then we drove through Ramah looking for the museum which we heard was there. Well, we blinked and were at the other end of town. Tiny tiny town. We did locate the huge LDS Stake Center with its massive satellite dish and then almost missed the museum.
Here is a statue of a Mormon pioneer woman that was in the yard of the museum. I took the opportunity to point out to my boys that the little boy weeding was probably 4 or 5 and that's what he had to do all day -- weed alongside his hard-working pioneer mother. There is then no cause for complaints when I make them weed for 30 minutes every day. All I got in response were blank stares. Then, "But he's a statue, Mom." Oh, my children...
The museum was filled with random pictures and objects donated by people in the town. Ramah was settled by Mormon pioneers so there were a lot of pictures of the Presidents of the Church, pictures of Pioneer Day celebrations (the 24th of July, the day the Latter-Day Saints entered the Salt Lake Valley), some sacrament trays, shoes, stuff like that. My favorite were the ancient canned jam and green beans that some ladies found in their mom's home after she passed away. They were cleaning things out and decided to donate some of their mom's things to the museum. What will I have when I die that my kids will think belongs in a museum?
When we got back to Gallup the boys talked their grandma into getting into the pool with them. Aren't they all so cute (Grandma Kim included)?
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