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It’s really amazing to watch how fast little ones absorb knowledge. Saxon’s vocabulary is rapidly increasing as is her understanding of concepts. I’ll post some proud-parent examples soon, but wanted to share this short movie clip with you so you can see her in action.

Happy New Year! This year, we hosted the Moseley Family Christmas at our house. My Mom & Dad came from East Texas and my sister, Meredith and her husband, Jamie, flew in from NYC.

Carey did a great job carefully planning the meals and schlepping to the grocery store(s) multiple times to prepare for the holiday. I was in charge of the turkey, so I opted for deep-frying a bird, cajun style. Jamie was quite interested at the turkey frying. I suspect the main reason he took so many pictures of the frying was so he could show all his Yankee friends in New York and say, “You won’t believe how my redneck relatives cook a turkey - in a damn fryer!” But who could blame him?

After injecting the turkey full of cajun spices, we took it outside, way outside, to drop it in a hot bath of cottonseed oil.

Carefully following the directions resulted in: (a) no trips to the Baylor ER to deal with those nasty little 3rd degree burns (b) no scorched, well, no scorched anything and (c) a darn good turkey.

It was such a nice day, and I was having so much fun manning the deep-fryer, I dispatched a messenger to the kitchen to ask a simple question: What else can we fry? When Saxon and I went to the State Fair of Texas this year, we had the mandatory Fletcher’s Corny Dog. The heavenly concoction entered Saxon’s little mouth and she immediately made the sign for “more” and did it again and again while munching on the corn dog. Instead of trying out the deep-fried Oreo cookies, deep-fried twinkies, deep-fried PBJ sandwich, deep-fried pork ribs, deep-fried cornbread dressing or the fried Coke, we opted for…another Fletcher’s Corny Dog.

Neither the executive chef nor any of the kitchen crew encouraged much creativity, so we did not discover the next-new-deep-fried thing that would make us zillionaires at the 2008 State Fair, so they sent out onions. Here’s my dad giving Saxon a first taste of onion rings. Good, but not nearly as good as those darn corny dogs!

Fried turkey by day, conquering the world by night.

So, a belated Merry Christmas to all of you.

One of the things I’ve always enjoyed is hearing my dad tell stories. For years, we’ve encouraged him to put some of them down on paper. Click “continue reading” below to read a funny (and sentimental) story he wrote a few years ago and shared with family.

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