Wednesday, October 29, 2008

Personal Space

Grandma and Bill stopped at our house on their way from Michigan to Arizona. It was really nice to visit with them for a few days and not so nice to get whipped by the 'ills in Euchre.
Henry certainly capitalized on their time here. He especially liked the never-ending supply of candy that Bill provided.
Here the girls were working on puzzles, Grandma was working on a craft, and the guys were annoying us, I'm sure.

Here's an example of Henry's idea of personal space. Good thing Bill puts up with him.

Friday, October 24, 2008


Dave is retired. He thought it would be rather funny to send me a little care package...I guess in celebration of his retirement. It was a haunted gingerbread house kit. It arrived with the following letter. I think it reads a little like a blackmail letter rather than business correspondence. Thoughts?

I decided to take part in his little game with the caveat that it will be the last. Dave...the next time I get a gingerbread house kit in the mail, you will see photos on my blog of my kids eating the stale candy and the gingerbread walls and ceiling straight out of the box.

So, we didn't want a scary house, so we decided to make a pumpkin farm. The kids grew the pumpkins. One of my favorite things about fall is candy corn, so we decided to grow that on our farm, as well.

Isn't it sad when people deface a beautiful piece of architecture with graffiti? I think these may be gang symbols. We hired the ghost as a watchman to ward off any future attacks.

Thursday, October 16, 2008


There may be a person or two out there who thinks that Henry has no personality and is quite demure. Not so. He just saves it for those whom he deems worthy.

Today I took him to the doctor because he just didn't seem "right." He's had a cold since Sunday, but just hasn't been getting better. Turns out he has an ear infection and the beginnings of pneumonia. I'm glad we made the trek. He wore his favorite baseball cap to the appointment and the doctor needed to remove it to check his ears and lymph nodes and whatnot. As he removed the cap, one of my business cards fell out. The doctor thought it was pretty funny when I told him that Henry likes to store things in his hat. He gave Henry a tongue depressor, which Henry promptly stored in his hat. Not so comfy. He soon transferred that to his cargo pocket. When we were all done, the doctor took him down the hall to get a sticker and said, "I know just the place for this." Yup, stuck it under his hat. I hope he feels better soon.

Sunday, October 12, 2008

Girls' Weekend Episode 2

Last year Addy and I went to Paris for our first mother/daughter weekend. It was, most likely, the most impressive mother/daughter trip we will have for a long time. You would have thought that Bismarck would have been a huge let down after that, but the girls are pretty easily pleased. The weekend was full with swimming, eating, shopping, beading, singing, playing, and driving. I had a lot to teach them about Girly Stuff. Spending that much time with my daughters without distractions was not only fun, but also a great way to get to know them better.

When I say "without distractions," I should add a caveat. I must have a new seafood allergy because about two hours after a Red Lobster visit I broke out in hives, with swollen, itchy, red eye and runny nose. Benadryl took care of it, but also took my mental aptitude for the next 24 hours. If I hadn't been so worried about it, I would have had one of the girls take a picture because my cheeks looked like John McCain cheeks. I was H-O-T!

Pass the Pigs was our appetizer

Cheddar biscuits. Oh Yeah.

The Silly Pictures

The girls each got a pair of Pocahontas boots just in time for our fresh layer of snow this morning.

I liked this blurry picture too much to trash it

and no girls' trip would be complete without a trip to Taco Bell

Me...teaching the girls what's important. In this case, keeping your eyes on the road.

Wednesday, October 01, 2008

Celebrity Collage by MyHeritage

It's the 20% that I'm wondering about...