Monday, April 30, 2007

Pop Art

Nicholas got a hold of my sunglasses one day last week and was being such a ham, we had something of a photo shoot. Later, when I was having fun with Picasa's tinting options, the boys begged me to post these photographs to my blog.

"Oh, I don't know," I said hesitant to post nonsense, "What would I call it?"

"Pop Art," Simeon replied as though it were the most obvious thing in the world.

"How did you know this style is called Pop Art?" I asked.

"I saw it in My Fellow Americans, " he answered.


Well, there you go.
I no longer had a reason not to post these silly pictures.
"Pop Art" it is.
Move over, Andy Warhol, your fifteen minutes are up.

From My Fellow Americans by Alice Provensen

Honeybears

Please ignore grimy under stove. Thanks!


"Well," said Pooh, "what I like best?" and then he had to stop and think. Because although eating Honey was a very good thing to do, there was a moment just before you began to eat it which was better than when you were, but he didn't know what it was called. --A.A. Milne
Click on image to see just how sweet this little cub is.

My Fellow Americans: A Family Album


"...I have seen much of this glorious landscape and have long since "populated" it with my fellow Americans--those people born here or not, who are part of my education, my experience, and my recall. Americans touch me. They influence me. They have become my family.

Like all families, my American family has its rich uncles and poor relations, its atheists and believers, its scoundrels and bigots, its gifted and compassionate. Above all these relatives are individuals, idiosyncratic and exceptional..."

So writes Alice Provensen in her introduction to yet another gem of a book. My Fellow Americans: A Family Album is illustrated in Alice's familiar style. The large, square watercolor images of Free Spirits, Rebel Voices, Architects, Villains, Inventors, Poets, and Enduring Icons of all kinds are framed in the dates and significant events, ideas and quotations that mark the influence of each of these members of our American family.

This book is a work of art and an inspiration to the study of American history. Simeon has recognized familiar faces in these pages and has also been inspired to learn more about others he is meeting here for the first time. These images, these faces, these quotations will live long in his imagination as the author so successfully shares with us these, "the companions of [her] daily thoughts."

And so they have become ours, also.

Update and Caveat: The author celebrates one Margret Sanger as "Humanitarian" and quotes her favorably on topics directly opposed to Catholic moral teaching. We have had to block this section of our copy out with a permanent marker.

Sunday, April 29, 2007

Thoughts While Thinking

I would like to thank the thoughtful Elizabeth for thinking of me and tagging me for the Thinking Blog Award. Her kind words mean so much considering the esteem I have for all her thoughts. To think her thoughts think kindly of mine, who'd have thought? To that, I say thank you.

And the sweet Meredith, whose thoughts are not light, was also very kind to tag me for this post. Thank you, Meredith!

Lastly, I must admit that I am a bit relieved. I rest easier knowing that if ever this little magnet started going around in the form of a meme, I would have something to show in my defense....I think.


Saturday, April 28, 2007

Ding-Dong

...went the front doorbell this morning and five little barefoot boys went running out the breezeway door to see who was at the front.

"Boys, boys," I called after them standing in the side door, myself unshod and my hair dripping wet. "Come back, you don't have shoes on."

One...two...three...four...

... came back and huddled at my legs wriggling like a ball of hamsters, each eager to be the boy closest to the open door.

Five came around the bend hollering, "It's people we don't know!"

(So embarrrasssing)

The people we dont know followed behind. They were a kind looking older couple with pamphlets. There was no hiding now.

"We'd just like to give you this information about inequality," the gentleman began, "Some people have so much and some have so little. Do you think this will ever change?" He held out a pamphlet.

"Do you represent a political group or a religious group?" I asked, not taking it.

"Religious," they both smiled.

"Thank you," I said controlling the crowd at my feet, "I wish you well, but we are happy Catholics here, very happy with our faith and we won't be changing to anything else."

They smiled and went on their way. As I shut the door, the boys dispersed. I fell back on the door with a sigh of relief, pleased to have seen our guests off so easily.

"Happy Catholics," I repeated and I heard my husband chuckle.

But it's true. We're not always happy, but we're always happy to be Catholic. Thanks, Julie!

Friday, April 27, 2007

Mummy?

Simeon was helping Nicholas with a floor puzzle of ancient Egypt. When they put together two pieces that completed the face of a feminine-looking mummy, Nicholas stepped back and gasped, "It's Mama!"

I guess Nicholas doesn't think I look so young.

The Buck Stops Here


We've always been big fans of the Provensens. Martin and Alice Provensen authored and illustrated so many of our early childhood favorites including The Year at Maple Hill Farm, Our Animal Friends at Maple Hill Farm, and A Book of Seasons. The two also illustrated The Color Kittens by Margaret Wise Brown as well as the original Fuzzy Duckling. Their folksy artistic style is rich in character and their humor and insight appeals as much to parents as to children.

I had always known about the Provensen's picture books for older children, but hadn't started reading them until now. It seems Simeon is the perfect age for beginning an appreciation of The Buck Stops Here, and he's taken to it like a duck to water.

This book defies catagorization in more ways than one. It is not for the very young, as many references are lost on children. It is not for the older crowd because of the simplicity of style and whimsy of rhymes. It isn't a History book in the sense that there is not much text or explanation of historical references. And if it is an art book, the subject is strange and the style plain.

So what is it exactly? It is all of these things together and none of them alone. The Buck Stops Here is a collection of artistic renditions and catchy rhymes for young and old about the first 41 presidents of the United States. The large, square watercolor portrait of each president is decorated with the ideas, events, and dilemmas that shaped each presidency, and thus the history of these fifty United States. Rhymes such as, "Reagan, Forty, reached his goal, Acting out his favorite role," and "Thomas Jefferson, Number three, Rigged the sale of the century" have a way of staying with a person. I have since read reviews online of this book and have not been surprised to read about grown men remembering the order of the presidents and key points of American history by turning the pages of this book over in their imaginations.

We've only just begun to enjoy this work, but I see it is has become a fast favorite as I just heard Simeon repeating, "Teddy Roosevelt, Twenty-six, Whisper softly, wave big sticks."

Thursday, April 26, 2007

He's on a Roll

A short sampling from this morning's antics...

Zachary: Did you see that big, BIG bumbly-bee, Mama? The one that was so stronger than me?

Me: I saw him, but how do you know he's stronger than you? Did you wrestle him?

Zachary: Yup... No, that's silly. You're so cute Mama, could I have a kiss of you?

Simeon: (Looking up from his book) He doesn't stop. It's the Zachary Show: Entertaining all day and all night!

Wednesday, April 25, 2007

Setting Limits

Zachary: Nicholas, I love you very much, but you can't sit so close to my cars.

The Colors of Spring

In spring, the grass grows greener on every side,


and Violets bloom by the way.


The Cherry dresses as a bride,


and a yellow-faced Daffodil greets the day.

In spring, when buds are pink

and blossoms white,


the bathwater is black--black, as night.


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Tuesday, April 24, 2007

Potty Talk

Here's the potty we picked up for Zachary. This thing is a stitch! It is called the "Fisher Price Royal Potty." As you can see, it's designed to look like a miniature throne, but the best part is the music! When a "contribution" is made, this little seat will play one of four regal tunes!

Dun-duh-nun-nah! Dun-duh-nun-nah! Dun-duh-nun-nah!

Now, anyone who knows me knows that I'm not fond of plastic in general and even less of plastic that makes noise, but Zachary has been adamantly opposed to anything potty for the last several months. I hoped this and the Thomas the Tank Engine Underwear might warm him up to the idea.

Did it ever.

As soon as we took his throne out of the box, he took the crown. He sat himself down and called for his "privacy." We, his loyal subjects, retreated to the kitchen where we kept a listening ear.

That's when the trumpets blared in all their electronic and sovereign glory and we all came running to pay our homage. He was the proudest I've ever seen him.

I told him, "When Mama and Papa heard the music we said to each other in the kitchen, Zachary has done it!"

Pointing to himself he replied, "And I am Zachary!"

"That's so great, Zachary," Jacob added.

To which His Highness was moved to respond warmly, "I love you, Jacob."

It was a moment of unparalleled triumph for the whole Royal Family.

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As for training tips, I don't have any. But I can recommend that you keep a fat roll of paper towels handy, maintain the patience of Job, and be prepared-- at any moment-- to get wildly excited about things most other people prefer not to think about.

Monday, April 23, 2007

Castles


Simeon's Castle

Alex's Castle

Are mine the only children that talk incessantly and make all sorts of sound effects while they draw?

Sunday, April 22, 2007

The Potty Train

...just now leaving the station.

I was going to write a post up all about it and the hilarious potty we found, but then we spent the day out in the sunshine and fresh air of this beautiful spring that has re-sprung and it wiped me out so badly that I fell asleep at the boys' bedtime and I slept like it was the first trimester!

So there went my writing time. More to come...

***UPDATED FOR CLARIFICATION***

I did NOT mean to imply that I am in the first trimester of anything at this time. If I hadn't been so tired when I posted the above, I'd have known not to draw such comparisions. Sorry for the confusion.

Saturday, April 21, 2007

April Babies

Jacob


Number three...


...number three...


...number three.


You will always have a number one place with me.
Happy fifth birthday Jacob Nathaniel!
4/10/02

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Nicholas


It isn't easy being number five.

(Christmas picture outtake 2005)

But you learned early on: If you don't like the way things are going, just crawl away.


And if you play up the cuteness, your brothers will let you have the top spot on the lobster,


and sometimes let you take the wheel.


Happy second birthday Nicholas Justin!
4/22/05

Skeletons in the Closet

As luck would have it, when we moved into this house the closet that would most conveniently serve my husband was the one with the built in shoe rack. He never uses the rack and so I store my wedding shoes there and other shoes that I never wear anymore.

Jacob was exploring our room yesterday and told me this morning with a curious expression, "I found girl shoes in Papa's closet."

Friday, April 20, 2007

Carnival of Toddlers


Hurry. Hurry. Hurry.

It's the first ever Carnival of Toddlers! Grab your sippy cup and come on along! It's sure to be entertaining and informative!

Thank you, Meredith, for putting this together. It looks terrific!

(Image from the 2002 Calendar, Circus Babies)

A Natural Instinct Gone Berzerk

That's my take on the whole "Mother Guilt" discussion that has been circling the Momosphere. This morning was a case in point...

I was driving along with all the children in the van and an interview came on the radio with Richard Louv, author of the new book, The Last Child in the Woods: Saving Our Children From Nature Deficit Disorder. Essentially this book is about the over urbanization of children and the decreasing amount of time children spend playing outdoors.

I'm not recommending this book (The author seemed much more concerned about our "ongoing evolution" than I could ever be) and I'm not, not recommending it either (The premise that children need an abundance of time outdoors to thrive emotionally, spiritually, and intellectually seems true and well worth thinking about).

But my point here is none of these things-- the point here is that this man and his new book got my "Mother Guilt" going:

I've been letting the boys spend too much time on the computer.

We really, really need to move to a more rural place. Now.

I'm not doing enough to help the boys connect with the natural world. I need to do more.

Then, coming out from underneath the guilt cloud, I remembered where we were going. We were on our very way to a FOUR THOUSAND acre Memorial Park where Simeon would attend a three hour class-- out on the trails-- studying birds of prey. The four younger ones and I were going to explore the grounds or, if it got too chilly, head in to the park's (state of the art) children's natural science museum.

That's probably enough for one day.

Then tonight, after a wonderfully full but exhausting day outdoors (sun up to sun down) I wondered to myself...

Should I have required some book work today?

Do I spend enough time cleaning the house?

Nonsense.

Mother Guilt: Me against myself... and I still can't win.

Perhaps, one day, I will have "evolved" completely beyond it.
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Thursday, April 19, 2007

Alleluia is Our Song!


He is Risen, Alleluia!

It's a good thing Easter is fifty days long. We finally got around to making Easter murals for the bedroom doors. One thing I learned doing this project: Zachary LOVES oil pastels.

Can you tell what the purple thingie in the middle is?

Picky Picky Picky

Do you have a hard time cooking meals that appeal to everyone in your family? One solution that has worked well for us is up at The Virtual Kitchen.

Sir Chewed-a-lot

Quite Extraordinary

We've taught Zachary to say, "Isn't it extraordinary that I am able to articulate so well?" I haven't grown tired of it, yet!

Wednesday, April 18, 2007

The Brothers T

My children have called one another by some interesting names over the years. In an effort to remember some of these, I write them here. Were our life played out in the pages of a Russian novel, these would be our many names...

Simeon: Sim-min, Finni, Siminon, Cinnamon, Sim

Alexander: Aaaah-lex, Axe, Axe-Zander, Axis, Alexi

Jacob: Ja-bop, Ja-cup, Jacobs, Jakey-Rakey, Jake

Zachary: Zachy, Zach-Zach, Gracky, Zach-a-gee, Zach-O,

Nicholas: Nic-O-niss, Nico, Nic-nac, Nickle, Nickers

Title: From the Russian novel The Brothers Karamozov, by Fyodor Dostoevski(often shortened-- in the American way-- to The Brothers K) in which each character has at least seven different names.

Off You Go

  • Novenas begun tomorrow to St. Gianna Berreta Molla, patron of mothers and physicians, will end on time for her feast day, April 28th.
  • EWTNKids is a fun place for little ones. Check it out!
  • Lastly, expecting an income tax refund? Bankrate has some smart ideas for putting it to good use (I noticed Pay Bills With It wasn't on there, but neither was Buy Laptop You've Been Drooling Over).

Tuesday, April 17, 2007

Remembering Mary

St. Gianna

Have you ever known someone who really took the lid off your box? I mean someone who, by their example and through the story of their life, opened your eyes to a reality much bigger than the one in which you had been living? Mary (name changed to protect privacy) was one such person in my life.

I met Mary in the fall of 2000 when our husbands began graduate school together. We were both expecting a second child at the time. The families at this particular school relied upon one another in much the same way I imagine military families support and encourage one another through hard times. So, though each of us had closer friends, Mary and I became good friends over the next three years.

We continued to have children at the same pace and while our husbands studied through evenings and weekends, we met up together and with other mothers at the park, at mass, at the gym. We went to pick-your-own fruit fields, met at the children's museum, the library, the pool. We went to a farm in September, trick-or-treating in October, to the lights show in December, a crowning in May and pic-nics in June. I saw Mary at least three times a week, sometimes more.

Mary was always cheerful--she had the loveliest smile; it was her most natural expression. You could hear it in her voice when she spoke. She was gentle and patient and kind. Her faith and her family were her greatest treasures. It was Mary who first introduced me to (then) Blessed Gianna Berretta Molla--she kept a framed photograph of her as one might display a photograph of one's grandmother. In fact, the picture looked enough like Mary that I had thought for some time that she was somehow a relative.

When I learned the story of St. Gianna's life from Mary's own lips, I could see--already then-- that while there was no blood relation, there was a certain spiritual kinship between these two.

Mary was always cheerful, but it was easy for Mary to be cheerful. The sun seemed to shine on her path and the grace of God bless her with every good thing. Why does everything always go so right for Mary? many of us asked one another. But it was hard to begrudge her. How can you envy someone who shares with you her every blessing, as Mary did?

Mary and I had our third child at the same time and the two babies were baptized together in the school chapel. Our family spent Christmas with their family that last year of graduate school, and Easter Sunday--at a larger gathering-- as well. Soon after, graduation came with its purple hoods and golden tassels, ceremony, Pomp and Circumstance. We were happy to move on, but sad to see one another go. So many friends-- real friends--going, godspeed, each their own way. Mary moved to the Midwest while I headed to the Northeast. We were each expecting a fourth child.

The transition proved difficult for our family; we had a hard time buying a house. I was pleased at long last to find this house, but the day before closing I learned from a mutual friend that Mary had been diagnosed with a rare and aggressive cancer and that it had already metastasized. Mary was in the hospital and would undergo more thorough testing in the morning to see just how far the cancer had spread.

The next morning I awoke early--disturbed from the news and anxious about the house closing that day. I remained in my bed and kept my eyes closed a moment. I imagined that I was Mary waking up in a hospital bed. Our lives were so similar; it could just as easily have been me. After imagining Mary's concern for her children-- not the least of whom was the child growing under her heart-- my own heart swelled with grief. Unable to bear it, I woke myself fully and drowned my sadness in the business of the day.

Over the next few months we heard news of Mary through different sources. She had begun treatment that would be safe for her baby, but postponed aggressive treatments until after the baby would be born. I was ever anxious to hear news of her; I thought about her and her family and I prayed for them daily.

Months later, she gave birth to a healthy baby boy at about the same time our Zachary was born. I wanted to call her. After all, I would have called her if she hadn't been ill. I called a mutual friend who had always been closer to Mary and asked her to find out if a call from me would be welcome. Sure enough, this friend assured me, Mary had said that she would love to hear from me.

I called her that very day. "Suzanne!" Mary answered the phone with enthusiasm and I could hardly speak or even breathe because there--in that voice-- was her unmistakable smile. It had not left her, or rather, she had not left it when things had become so hard. She was as cheerful as ever, perhaps more. "It's OK," she reassured me more than once in that phone call. "I enjoy every moment now," she had said. "He's just the most beautiful baby. He's a miracle. I've never been so happy. You know, for one whole week after he was born, I completely forgot I had cancer."

Mary joined her sister in Christ, St. Gianna Berreta Molla, to be counted among the saints on this day last year at the age of thirty--just one week before her birthday. She was survived by her loving husband and four young children, as well as a large extended family. Those who were close to her say that Mary exemplified rare courage, selflessness, and an unwavering faith to the very end.

Please pray with me today for Mary and her family.

Monday, April 16, 2007

Two Sides of the Same Coin

Jefferson and Monticello
by Alexander

Thank You!

Thank you all so much for the Best New Homeschool Blog Award. I truly appreciate you support. I consider it a great honor to be included among these other wonderful blogs.

If you haven't already, be sure to read about Heather, the beautiful woman who helped organize these awards and is now suffering so much on account of a newly found brain tumor. Remember her and her family in your prayers and consider giving a donation for her medical expenses. There will be a drive at BooMama's on Wednesday, April 18th. See you there.

Thank you again!

Our Morning Offering

(Tailored just for us)

Sacred Heart of Jesus I offer you today
All that I do, and think, and say.

Please help me to do
What is pleasing to you--

To be a good boy
And take care of my brothers,

To share all my toys
And to think first of others.

Amen.

I Spy


...with my little eye: Four brothers reading the same book.
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Sunday, April 15, 2007

A Boy and His Dog...


...dirty jeans, rubber boots, tousled hair, training wheels, and a big grin.
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Saturday, April 14, 2007

Pink and Orange

What was I thinking??


These pictures are for the benefit of those who asked to see the whole quilt and also to serve myself a thick slice of humble pie (lest your generous response to my desperate blegs for votes goes to my head. Thank you!) I'm not sure what HCG did to my ability to perceive color or judge coordination all those years ago, but pink and orange? Purple and orange? Suzanne, no.

No, it just doesn't work.


And if the colors don't disturb you enough, add to this that the binding fabric I chose has little baby chickens all over it. AND, doesn't that mother duck's neck look a bit long...maybe more like a goose??

Ah well, gets the kid thinking, right? What is the difference between chicks and ducklings? Why does this orange look so bad next to this pink? Is that a duck in the middle or a goose? These are all good questions.

The point is, it was made with love and Simeon loves it and all the boys want quilts now, too. They've been playing a game on it they call "Duck, Duck, Chickens, Goose."
Good fun. Good fun.

Friday, April 13, 2007

Yikes!

Close race. Last minute votes appreciated. Thank you.

How Things Work

Electric Pencil Sharpener


Simeon is so impressed with our new one, he's convinced there's a beaver inside.

Have A Field Day !

Dawn's early spring Field Day is beautiful! We've just spent a while reading over it and our favorite part is the baby bunny!! Still waiting for early spring to come back to these parts...sigh.

Quilt Squares

...from Simeon's baby quilt, rediscovered today when we were putting away the winter throws.

Jeremy had drawn the ducklings and I had turned them into applique.


Cute, cheerful, and Eastery wouldn't you say?


Why then, did they make me want to cry?
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Thursday, April 12, 2007

The Mystery of the Hissing Dirty Laundry Pile

SOLVED: Walkie talkie found "on" in pants.

Phhew.

Attention Lurkers

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Comments off on this post in honor of lurkers everywhere!

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Filed Under Taxes

I am, that is.

And so my one thought for this evening:

Taxes are taxing.

Lord Thomas Robert Dewar

The only thing that hurts more than paying an income tax is not having to pay an income tax.

Austin O'Malley
In levying taxes and in shearing sheep it is well to stop when you get down to the skin.

F. J. Raymond
Next to being shot at and missed, nothing is quite as satisfying as an income tax refund.

Gerald Barzan
Taxation with representation ain't so hot either.

Alfred E. Neuman
Today, it takes more brains and effort to make out the income-tax form than it does to make the income.

Mark Twain
The only difference between a tax man and a taxidermist is that the taxidermist leaves the skin.

Will Rogers
It is a good thing that we do not get as much government as we pay for.

Wednesday, April 11, 2007

Weighing In

Officially recorded over Easter break...

Zachary (3): 33 lbs.

Nicholas (2): 35 lbs.

A Toddler Scorned

Oh, the fury of a toddler who watches his father drive away to work when he had withheld his "goodbye" in order to prevent it.

(Good?) Reasons to Vote For Me


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Inch by Inch


Our last several academic years were whipped in a tornado spun of three and a half moves, house hunting and house showings, two pregnancies, two babies, two bar exams in two states, illness and anxiety. I told myself that it was temporary--that we were bare bones-- keeping up with the essentials and doing a few extras. When things settled down, I told myself, we'd do "more," we'd do "better."

The last several months have brought a period of much needed peace to our household. There is no tremendous drain on me emotionally or physically at present, the foundations of house and employment are steady (for now), and the two babies have outgrown their most troublesome stage. Not that they aren't any trouble at all, but somehow it seems much less.

Now is the time to focus on academic affairs. Now I can put more of my energy into the part of home life I enjoy the most--the formation of these young minds; and I have. We've celebrated this time of peace with record numbers of online orders of books and with trips to the library. But I must say that I have been most surprised to find how little I have changed what we are actually doing. Things now are pretty much the same as things were when life seemed so upside-down and I fretted that we weren't doing "more."

Alexander still reads to me as I fold laundry, Simeon still does his flash cards in the kitchen while I prepare dinner. We keep up with the essentials and throw in a few extras. Each of the children is progressing every day in a variety of subjects, but not by leaps and bounds-- bit by bit, inch by inch-- in a moment here, a few moments there. We are still filling the house with quality books, magazines and audio materials. And we still have the occasional structured project that we all enjoy, but our days and weeks are largely unstructured.

The boys view educational videos, they build a "bird watch" out of cardboard boxes they've found in the garage. They hide in it with binoculars and cover it with leaves so that the birds don't know they are being watched. They organize a grocery store with play food, play money, and a toy cash register--telling time and counting change. They draw and draw and draw some more. We read books together. They read books alone. They listen to books on tape. They ride bikes, swing on swings, invite the neighbor boy to come play. They play in the sand, play in water, build things with tools, explore the woods, and swing from vines. They "invent" things. They "map" places. They draw some more.

They were doing all these things then-- while I was busy packing or unpacking and feeling guilty about not doing "more." But what more did I want to do? I imagined more structure and organized activity, but I see now that it wouldn't work. These boys need an abundance of free time to play and explore on their own, getting outdoors as much as possible. The structure I have now is the most they will accept without becoming disheartened and frustrated. And when they become frustrated, I lose patience and then the tears come and nobody is happy and nobody is learning.

So, though life has settled down we will not be doing "more." We will continue to grow inch by inch and row by row. Even so, this period of peace has enriched the soil and blessed us with fairer skies. I have more time and ability to concentrate on planning and assessing and redirecting what we do and, certainly, that is "better."

Tuesday, April 10, 2007

Sleep Eating

A new disorder invented by Nicholas. Too tired to eat and too hungry to sleep, Nicholas ate an entire plate of spaghetti and meatballs with his eyes closed tonight. We laughed at the poor little guy as we assisted him throughout the meal, waking him when he finally nodded off with his mouth half full.

Pillow in the Middle

On the drive home from New Hampshire after Easter the boys all fell asleep in the van-- except for Simeon, who sits in the middle seat. Jacob suddenly started to fuss and cry about something.

Me: What's the matter with Jacob?

Simeon: He wants to sleep on me. He wants to use me like a pillow.

Me: Oh, well...Simeon, maybe he could? Couldn't you let him?

Simeon: (trying to be good sport) Oh OK, he can. It's just that Alex is already sleeping on me on the other side.

Monday, April 09, 2007

Voting Starts Today


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Happy Easter!

Scenes from a Very Happy Easter Sunday!


I love Alex in the background, above.

Alex wanted me to take this picture.




Happy Easter, Everyone!