Just like Mom

I really love cooking, I am not very good, but I love it. Nothing beats a good home cooked meal, fresh cookies, and hot bread-oh how I love food. I made a vow to myself when I found out I was having a son that I would teach him to cook. Well Caleb is picking up on it very early. He spends probably half of his waking hours in the kitchen playing with pots and pans. And it is more than playing. He loves to use the whisk and stir the imaginary food he makes. If I use a spice he insists on having the spice, and will do imaginary dashes into the pot and keep on stirring (hence the cinnamon on the ground).

Here he is cooking away-he is very picky, he likes to turn the pot every few stirs-maybe that is a great cooking technique.

Next I am hoping to get him to love yoga and running-that might be harder.

Christmas Sweaters

Friday night was John's work Christmas Party. The dress was casual (though sadly not Montana Casual like some base parties) and seasonal sweaters were encouraged. Friday John had to go do some shopping with his friend and they were out near Salvation Army and they picked up sweaters for all of us to wear to the party. It was a great night!

First things first. We got a picture in front of the Christmas Tree with Caleb before we left. (Thank you Katie for baby-sitting him so we could more fully enjoy the evening. Sometimes I will say things like "if we lived in Utah we would have no problem finding a baby-sitter", but we don't seem to have much problem finding them up here-thanks so all of you who have done your share of watching Caleb!).

Our tree is really the talk of the street, many people have made comments on it. Even though it doesn't look like your picture perfect tree, it has a feel about it that makes it seem so Christmasy. Plus our friends are going to use it as firewood to heat their house, so we are going green this year! Caleb isn't too interested in the tree, which is nice!

The party was lots of fun. Sadly there was only like three wives in Christmas sweaters, everyone else was in fancy cocktail dresses (someone really needs to define "casual" in the air force!) so I felt a little silly, but whatever. Here John and I sporting our sweaters (mine is really more a sweatshirt with a fake half turtleneck underneath).

Here we are with our friends Nick and Fiona and there sweaters, John almost bought Nick's sweater, but it didn't fit him, so Nick was the lucky guy.

We sat with a bunch of our friends. Here I am with Kelly Crochett (I am almost positive that her husband is related to my aunt's wive with the same last name). She is one of my favorite people, they were in our ward out in California, and now they are here! Her husband also works on Christmas so we are planning on watching "Lost" in our wedding dresses, while drinking egg nog, we figure that covers all the bases of being sad and pathetic on Christmas. We are also training to run a half marathon in February.

John and Nick got to participate in a game for a huge bottle of whiskey or scotch, I don't really know the difference. The game was one had to be the hands for the other and wrap a Christmas present. John was the arms since he is taller, it was very awkward but funny to watch.

John and Nick were the fastest, but didn't win (dang it! I wanted that drink!) and someone pushed John's present away at the end.

The food was absolutely terrible (at least what I got) but I made up for it by eating half the dessert table. I love John's work parties, one because people get totally wasted and do stupid things, and it is a little funny. But mostly because I like meeting all the people John works with and seeing him in a work setting. It is nice to hear his boss talk about what a hard worker he is, and to see how kind John is to everyone. He was willing to switch so he works Christmas instead of Christmas Eve just because it helped a guy out, and helped take care of our friends kids-even though it was his night off. It made me much less angry at his job because I can tell he really loves it, works hard at it, and is doing well.

Today John was suppose to go out to work, but we woke up to a great big snow storm so they didn't seen him out! Great for us, not so great for the guys out there already. We still went out and did some Christmas shopping (Santa has already made one stop by our house this year!). The thing that really bugs me about Great Falls winters is not the cold, I got my down jacket yesterday and it keeps me so so warm. It is not the amount of snow, or the wind. It is that they do not plow or salt the roads up here. I think the main roads were plowed maybe 12 hours ago, but with no salt, and the snow blowing all over, it is just terrible. Here is the main road in Great Falls-people in Utah would freak out if this was State Street (this is at like 10 in the morning, I have been up since 5:30 and it has not seriously snowed since I woke up). On the plus side, our car is not rusting underneath because of all the salt, and we have a car that does awesome in the snow!

A Real Montana Christmas Tree

Last week someone at John's work told him that you could buy permits for $5 to cut down your own Christmas Tree. We decided almost immediately to do that this year. We measured our ceilings and decided to aim for a 10 foot tree. Saturday afternoon we set off to the mountains to see what we could find. John with some great trees behind him-all too big.

Caleb (and tigger of course) in his more outdoorsy outfit.
The tree had to be at least 100 feet from well-traveled roads. We stopped a couple of places along the way and John would get out and go looking
After a couple of stops we decided we would need to turn down a side road and at some point get out and start hiking to find a good one. Luckily we brought our hiking boots and baby backpack.
Caleb literally had the time of his life. I am not sure if it was being carried on my back, or walking through the deep snow, but he couldn't stop laughing. I am glad he enjoyed it so much and wasn't crying the whole time. The following video you can kind of see me awkwardly stomping around in the snow, and you can hear Caleb's joyful glees!

It is much more difficult to find a tree than one might think. It is amazing how many trees are missing half their branches, or you think look about 10 feet and then you get up to them and they are closer to 20. One problem was the side road we went down had a little creek after about 150 feet of walking, we saw lots of good trees on the other side of the creek, but couldn't get across it. Then John found an ice bridge. We all know by now that I hate bridges more than just about anything in this world. They are my greatest fear. Those are manmade bridges, my fear reaches greater depths when it is an ice bridge. I walked across it and had to take a picture of my great accomplishment!

John was able to cover much more ground than Caleb and I could, and searched earnestly for a good tree.
The snow was pretty deep, and ours were the only tracks-the whole time I regretted not buying those snowshoes we found for so cheap a couple of years ago.

I was completely soaked up to my knees.

Finally we found one that seemed pretty even and since we were both growing tired we decided to just get it.

John used his new saw to cut it down.
I was hoping to get one of these trees, but a little too tall

John carrying the tree, I am glad I just had Caleb.

John strapping the tree to the top

Our family with the tree-what a fun adventure!

When we put license plates on our Tahoe, John was insistant of getting the Sierra Club license plates with a man in the wilderness with his hands on his hips. John said it symbolized the adventures we would have in the car, so I make him pose like that when we have adventures now.
With the tree on the car we started to head home. The wind was whipping through that tree so we used the sun roof to make sure the tree was still on, it was on, but standing straight up (the picture isn't great, but that black line on the left is the start of our sun roof, so the tree that should be flat on our car is up quite a bit)
As we were driving along, I looked out my window at the rearview mirror. I saw this:
The tree was halfway off the car, poor John had to get out and retie that tree three times. Montana wind and high speeds of driving was tough on our little tree, and lost many a branches.

We got home and John trimmed the tree a little to fit inside the house. Still a little too tall. That tree looked much smaller in the mountains!

By the time we got the tree to fit inside the house, we were all tired, and we realized we didn't have nearly enough ornaments to feel that baby up. So we are waiting for Family Home Evening on Monday to decorate. So for now the tree is just sitting in our front room, and it looks more like just a random tree than a decoration, but we shall make it beautiful.

This is why you make copies of keys

Last Saturday I will put in charge of feeding all the missionaries for a zone conference. I was taking food out to the car so I could go pick up the rest of the food, drop Caleb off at the neighbors, and then my friend Lisa (who ironically had been locked out of her house two days earlier, and after helping her we vowed to make copies of our keys and give them to each other) and I were going to head over to the church. I was on my last trip out to the car and I was heading back into the house to get Caleb the garage door was locked. I had no idea how that happened since I had made probably 5 trips through that door in the last 5 minutes. Caleb was standing on the other side of the door, and like he does every time I leave the room, he was bawling hysterically. I freaked out. I ran next door to our amazing neighbor- Shaille and we were able to call Security Forces and they were able to come to the house and let me in (some Security Forces parol the streets of Iraq-some let crazy women into their house). When the nice airman arrived he pulled out a key chain with no fewer than 25 keys. He looked at me and said "none of these keys are labeled, so we will just have to keep trying each one till we find it." By this point Caleb had stopped crying which caused me more fear, so I was pounded on the door waiting for a response. After a moment I heard a little whimper and scratching on the door. That continued as the cop tried every single key on the ring. Finally, the last key opened my door. Caleb was so happy to see me, only to be left at a baby-sitters moments later.

On the way to the church Lisa was telling me how she always gets lock out of her car too. As she was talking I thought "yes make copies of both house and car keys." Monday I went to make copies, but they couldn't copy my house key so I didn't get a car key copied either. Oh silly silly me.

This morning, as I was listening to Christmas music, enjoying the lovely Sabbath morning, I thought "I should check my mail, I haven't done that in a while." This was a very weird thought to have because I never check my mail on Sunday, but it kept coming to me so I went to get my mail key and go check my mail. That is when I realized my mail key, and entire purse were locked in my car. John left for alert this morning, meaning it would be about 30 hours before our extra set of keys showed up. So I called my good old friends Security Forces, turns out too many law suits, they won't break in for you anymore. Thinking we had roadside assistance, I called the car insurance people-turned out we don't have it on the new car. I thought "no big deal, Caleb's baby car seat is in the garage, he can still fit in that and I can get a ride with my neighbors to church." Then I realized my priceless military i.d. was in the car, without that I could go to church, but I wasn't coming back. I just realized that I could have been sponsored on because I actually do have an i.d. in the house-my passport, but at the time that didn't occur to me. So I called my lifeline-Sharlyn. Same girl who saved me from eating McDonald's for Thanksgiving, and who has just been the best since we moved up here at making us feel welcome! Her husband is like the top dog missileer, and I knew that he could help. He made several calls and within 10 minutes John was calling me saying he would be home in a couple of minutes to let me into the car (he hadn't left base yet, he was still being briefed whatever he gets briefed on-I like to think top secret information, and of course no phones in that room).

So learn from my mistakes, make copies of all sets of keys and leave them with someone. If not, have really awesome neighbors who can help you out!

3 Thanksgivings and a Birthday

A couple of weeks ago I was talking to my sister and she said something about how I live in a very different world. Our trip to Utah earlier this month really made me realize how different my life in the military is very different from life in the "real world." I live in a world where husbands being a church is a rare treat, where you have to pass armed men to get to your house (which is government property), where you can get kicked out of your house from putting your Christmas decorations up too early. A world where the majority of people at the gym are in uniform (heck people are in uniform everywhere!) and your rank can and will effect if you get a bike at cycling class. A world of PRP, MAF's, LF's, TO's and of course EOO. Where you know it is bedtime when "Taps" starts to play. A very very different world. Since we got back from Utah to be quite honest I have been less then thrilled with this little world I live in. John's work schedule has been insane, and I have felt a little like the air force is running our lives more than we are. This year for Thanksgiving I have been focusing more on accepting the blessing I have then just simply giving thanks and it has ended up being the best Thanksgiving ever.

Pretty much since we moved here I have had a feeling that John would have to work on Thanksgiving, and I thought "hey no big deal." But as the week approached, and I realized that this won't just be the first Thanksgiving John was gone, but my first Thanksgiving without family at all, I got a little sad. So we decided to celebrate Thanksgiving a little early. The only day this week that John didn't have work was Tuesday. This also was my 25th birthday (I feel a little old, quarter of a century). So we celebrated my birthday on Saturday. Our awesome friend Fiona baby-sat so John and I could go out. We went to the best restaurant in town, and then rented a movie (I also live in a world which requires social security numbers to rent a movie).

So on my real birthday, John got home from alert in the afternoon, so I spent the morning baking pies. Honestly, I couldn't think of a better way to spend my birthday than making pies and then not having to clean up. I had made the other food the day before so when John got home we just cooked everything at ate. We tried to make it a nice evening just the three of us, and enjoyed being together as a family. I am so grateful for my family. Here is Caleb with all the food.

Here we are on my 25th birthday-I look much older I think than 24.

Real Thanksgiving John had to go on alert-so just Caleb and me.

I was really worried that the day would be lonely. But of course there was no need to worry. I was invited to like 4 or 5 different houses for Thanksgiving (John did tell everyone at Church I would be alone-he is very sweet and wanted his family to be taken care of), so dinner was taken care of. However, first thing in the morning, as I was getting ready, my awesome friends Shar and Miranda called to see if I wanted to go shopping with them. We went out and they taught me the tricks of getting free stuff at Walgreens and CVS. Their husbands are both missileers and they were both so supportive and encouraging. After naptime we went over to Shar's for dinner. The food was so good that as soon as Miranda put the rolls down Caleb ran and snatched one and ran away.

We had a great dinner, and played some games. Caleb got along fine with the other children, and even ventured off to play outside without me. Everyone was so great that I didn't even really miss John. John had a great alert, they made him a Thanksgiving feast too.

Friday marked Thanksgiving numero tres. This was was at the big house and hosted by two "single" guys. Dinner was suppose to be at 5:30, and when we showed up at 4 for family pictures the turkey wasn't even in the oven. But we got these cute pictures!

And the sign we needed to be done.

At 7:20 all of our stomachs were starting to eat themselves so we started to just eat whatever food was cooked. While waiting though we had fun talking and catching up.

I really am so grateful for this Thanksgiving. None of these celebrations have been like any in the past, however, they were all so much fun! Life is really about attitude, the blessings are there, it is just whether or not you want to accept them for what they are. I am so grateful for my little family who I get to be with up in the great state of Montana, and for John and mine's families all across the country. Even though we don't get to see them as much as I would like, I love them all. I am so grateful for the friends we have made up here, and how they have become like family. They are just there for us no matter what. I am grateful for John's job, and the experiences we have had being in the military. And I am so grateful for the attitude adjustment over the past couple of days and realizing that every single situation can end up great if you want it to be great. That allowed me today when John walked in and told me he worked Christmas Eve till Christmas afternoon to look at him and say "ok that's fine, we will make it work and have a great Christmas." This time last week I would have cut off his leg so we could have gotten out of the military now.

Where has this month gone?

Where has this whole year gone? This time last year I lived in ideal weather on the central coast of California, and this year I am freezing in the windiest city in the U.S. My time flies. The past two weeks flew by because we went down to Utah to baby-sit my nieces and nephews so my sister and her hubby could celebrate their 10 year anniversary and to see the rest of our family.

I got in and the excitement started right away when Adie lost the last of her 4 front teeth-leaving a nice gap in her mouth.

Caleb's cousin Andrew is just 5 months older than Caleb so we thought they might have fun playing together-not so much. They are best friends in the sense that they are in a gang and beat each other up (ok mostly Andrew beats up on my child). Here they are right off the bat eating dinner together, Andrew stole most of Caleb's food so we had to move Caleb to a high chair across the kitchen.
Shannon intervening in the attacks

While the boys ate, Bellie and I took pictures. If you are ever baby-sitting and run out of things to do, just take pictures-kids love it. Bellie wanted us to take pictures of our mouths wide open-I have a big mouth.

The night I got into town I went to dinner with my "s" sisters at Melting Pot. My sister Stephanie's friend (and one of my old friends-but I know we got the deal because of Stephanie) is the manager there and hooked us up big time with a totally free meal. The best part was I was on vacation so I could say "please bring more dessert" and not even feel guilty.

Oh my sisters are so pretty! I love them!

The next night we had a Halloween Party at my mom's house. Best Costume-Trevor as Waldo from "Where's Waldo." See if you can find him in some of the pictures below.

My big nephew Will, I am pretty sure when I saw him last he was like 2, now look at him.
Where's Waldo?
Facebook picture, except Stephy no longer has facebook.
The kids got silly string and started spraying me with it (ok this was totally staged, and I look like a geek, but it is funny)

John drove down on Thursday after several hiccups (including the car not starting as he got of work, so he started walking home, then his boss found him and helped him and then he got locked out of the house so he had to walk and get new keys) but luckily the drive was completely uneventful and he made it to Springville Friday morning. Friday afternoon we went up to his brother's house and went and got pumpkin shakes with them in celebration of their two year anniversary of when they meet (we were also there that night and got pumpkin shakes).

Saturday was Halloween, we were able to seal John's dad to his parents which was a great experience. Then we went and put pumpkins on John's brother's grave (I didn't have my camera to take pictures-maybe some will be forthcoming). Then we headed back south to Trick or Treat with the cousins.

Here is our little family (I was a nurse or Jack Shepherd's assistant as I preferred to be called, so I have a mask on my neck that looks really weird in pictures.)
Stephy with her new short hair!
Adie thought it was so cool that her and Caleb were both being animals, that girl loves animals!
My "S" sisters and the kiddies
Caleb didn't want to sit in the stroller, he wanted to push it
The men (minus Andrew) Trick or Treating, John's costume is so original :)
Pretty sure I am the only one really dressed up in this picture
Sunday Shannon and Matt left, leaving us with four kids, on Daylight Savings-thanks guys. That really is a big jump from one child. And my child is pretty calm and cannot talk, Adie and Bellie are pretty crazy (in an extremely cute way) and require more attention like going to school and having their hair done. And Andrew-well you can see the look of trouble in his eyes.
Again, cameras keep kids happy, and Adie is so pretty!
Sunday night our dear friends the Morgan's came for dinner. Clark is finally going to graduate in December so they are going to be stationed in Texas so it was fun to hang out with them one last time (I hate that about moving so much, I hate good byes). But we were able to impart all of our great wisdom on life in the air force. Their little boy is about 4 weeks older than Caleb.

Monday the girls decided every boy needed their hair parted to the side-you cannot really tell but Andrew's hair is parted-and look how happy they look together! (They really did get along just fine, the problem is they were in love with the same woman that week-me- and were fighting for my undivided attention)
Monday Stephanie's friend (same as Melting Pot) came and made us lamb-so good! We had a fire in the Aaron's backyard and I ate my weight in smores.
Tuesday Bellie dressed herself.

She also insisted on being in the baby swing.
Caleb loved driving the playground (seriously Utah felt like Great Falls summers, so warm, I was ready to start tanning-it was like I was the one on a tropical vacation).

Tuesday my mom took John and me to "Bombay House" best place to eat in Provo.

Wednesday John's family came down for dinner, no pictures, but the girls loved playing with John's family.

Thursday John left me to go to southern Utah with his bro. They took a lot of pictures, and John is currently not home so I really don't know what they are pictures of, but they went to look at Indian ruins in Cedar Mesa, a couple pictures follow, and maybe one day a long post. All I know is the first day they went to a lecture by a Navajo, the second day hiking and the third day our car wouldn't start, but the Navajo came and helped them (John has car problems-actually it is not his fault this time, someone else was charging their ipod and it sucked our batteries dry).

As for me, I had fun hanging with the girls in the U.C. Thursday my friend Cayly came to visit me. I haven't seen her forever, so it was so fun to see her! I miss having girl roommates, my whole life I have lived with girls, now I am outnumbered by boys. Cayly and I sure had some wild times the two years we lived together, and we had so much fun catching up and reminising about the good old days. (She really isn't sitting on my lap-Adie took the picture, though I am not sure why we didn't sit on the couch together)

Thursday my littlest sister, Dana, got engaged! So exciting. She came up on Friday and showed off her bling! Friday night was pretty wild. We took the kids to Chuck E Cheese! What a way to spend a Friday night. It was without a doubt the worse Chuck E Cheese experience in the whole world. First, Andrew was insistent on sitting on a car ride until Stephanie had to tear him away, and then he hit her-hard. Second, a little girl stole Adie's tickets-I know, so rude! This caused Stephanie to snap at an innocent girl who was trying to give Adie extra tickets (I love when Stephie gets feisty!). Third, people kept butting in line as I was waiting to have my picture drawn by Chuck. Fourth, I had to stand behind a man, who I didn't see with any children, as he put in his 750 tickets, when I only had 27. The worse part though happened the next morning when Adie threw up three times (none of which were in the toilet) and I only have the gross pizza from Chuck E Cheese to blame (and the fact she ate peas for breakfast-Adie is so quirky she could have an HBO show about her). Oh no the worse part was actually that the girls are already planning our next trip to Chuck E Cheese. The night got even worse when Stephanie made me choke on my whipped cream from "Yummy's" and I swear I almost died.

Saturday after the throwing up, we all went dress shopping. By "we all" I mean my mom, sisters, Caleb and I. Dana's fiance was super nice and watched all the other kids so we could shop in peace. Dana is pretty much the most beautiful girl in the world and has the perfect body shape. Every single dress looked amazing on her-she will have a fun time trying to decide which on to go with. John came home Saturday so the whole gang went to Cafe Rio, where Bellie fell asleep on the table, and I ordered 4 kids quesadillas (normal pronunciation) and one beef quesadillas (Napoleon Dynamite pronunciation) and cheese and queso.

Sunday we went to my mom's for dinner, where Bellie wet her pants-is it normal to have to clean up this many messes with four kids? I think we might be good with just one kid. By this point neither Andrew nor Caleb would let me out of their sight. I was literally counting down the minutes till Shannon got home, which she did Monday morning! Actually baby-sitting wasn't that bad, I had so much fun with them! Shannon and Matt can go to Hawaii every year and I will come to baby-sit (besides one year, you will need to repay the favor)

Monday John left and came back to another car that wouldn't start. So he had to drive the Tahoe up onto the lawn to jump it, leaving a very nice crack in the sidewalk outside our house-don't tell the mean lady in the housing office!

I stayed in town until Thursday and was able to see my friend Katy and do some errands. I had dinner one night with my mom, and one night with my dad and the rest of the family, I decided I needed to take more pictures-so here is a nice one of Mayke-she looks pretty good for being 30 weeks pregnant!

But the fun had to end-Thursday Kara took me to the airport (thanks again Kara-you are a lifesaver!). Now everyone always asks "how did Caleb do..." The answer 98% of the time is Caleb did absolutely fine. Caleb really is awesome, super adabtable and happy-go-lucky. So now someone needs to ask "how did you do on the flight Lindsay." Well it wasn't great. I have become a very anxious flyer, I first I thought it was due to "Lost" but then realized that "Lost" has taught me things like how to perform a blood transfusion using a tree needle, and protect myself from monsters, so I am not really afraid of crashing. Rather, it is the process of getting onto the plane. Caleb wanted to walk to the gate (which of course is the last gate in the airport), but then halfway through he drops down and won't move. So I carry him, my purse, our carry-on and our two huge winter coats that were absolutely useless to bring, until he decides he wants to walk some more. Then I realize I forgot his milk at Shannon's, so I go to Starbucks and buy him some, where I drop all my change. Caleb again just wants to explore, so I am trying to carry everything, plus milk, and corral my child to the gate. Then I realize that I have an extra sippy cup in my carry on so I open it up and try to pour the milk without spilling. My carry-on bag is packed to the brim, requiring me to sit on it to get it closed. We board the plane last so we aren't just sitting forever, and as we board Caleb drops his beloved tigger on the runway. Thank heavens the pilot was boarding with us, so he went down and got it for me. It was pretty funny to watch a pilot walk onto a plane holding a ragged old tigger, the flight attendant asked if he always had to fly with his tigger. But at least we were on, the seat next to us was open, Caleb was asleep before take-off and when he woke up he didn't make a peep. The flight attendant and several of my fellow flyers said he was the best baby they have ever seen on a plane. I was so relieved to land in Great Falls (I love the small airports!) and see John. I love being home.

Pumpkin Time

The other day we decided to color our pumpkins. We just bought little ones because we won't actually be here for Halloween. We decided to color them because we thought it would be more fun for Caleb. Of course he needed a marker in each hand (they are non-toxic, and I really did stop him from eating them-right after I took a picture).

He got about half the marker on him, half on the pumpkin

He loves his head right now, and just sits and plays with his hair all the time-I think it is so cute (maybe he is trying to style it because heaven knows I don't know what to do with the curls)

John colored a beautiful classic Jack O Lantern

Then we decided to go Trick O Treating to our two neighbors who are sad we are going to be gone for Halloween and want to see Caleb dressed up (Caleb is like the grandkid of the group-lots of fun to hang out with since they don't have kids-but when he gets fussy send him back! They all love him though because he is such a sweet boy!) So we put Caleb in his tiger costume (I asked my niece Bellie what he should be and she said tiger since her brother was going to be a lion and they were going Trick or Treating together, but my sister didn't get the memo and bought her son a pirate costume not a lion-oh well I probably would have picked tiger anyway since Caleb loves his tigger so much)

And we went and got some candy! They were very generous with their candy (and Stacy I ate all the twix-one of the few candies I eat! I didn't eat any of Fiona's because her husband told me it tasted like chalky cardboard. It is her first American Halloween so we will forgive her). Here is me and Fiona-I think Caleb was her first American Trick or Treater!

Then we did what anyone else would do with their pumpkins, put them outside to display to the world. Well the next day my friend came by and asked what was wrong with our pumpkins. I went out and saw this:

Today I caught a squirrel red-handed eating the pumpkins. Now I am too afraid to throw them away because they might have squirrel flu or something on them. I figure at the rate they are going they will be completely eaten by the time we leave for Utah anyway. And this will be the last time we put pumpkins outside our house. Though they seem to only eat the seeds, so I guess we will have to go through the effort of deseeding them next year!