Artist of the Week: Podracing

Star Wars is a very popular subject matter in this household. All four of my children adore the movies and have been pestering us to get the recently released third movie (and yes we do have it, I’m just waiting for to give it before our trek north in December.) Jake, Nate and Max love to look at the various visual dictionaries, cross-sections and movie scrapbooks that I get for them from the library. I’m rather fond of the cross-section series; they cater to my inner engineer.

While cleaning up some of the large piles of papers we have scattered about I found this picture by Jake.

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Originally uploaded by Teckelcar.

It is of the podrace from “The Phantom Menace.” What struck me first about this piece is the start of a three dimensional rendering of the rock formations. The podracers and the twin suns of Tatoonie are all done in ink while the rocks are done in pencil. He wanted to make the rock look like it had a tunnel and I think he was successful. I like that he thought about what media to use and was willing to switch around for the best affect. I like this picture and I think I’ll save it.

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Originally uploaded by Teckelcar.

Link to Meryl Day

In a move of blatant egoism Meryl has declared it to be “Link to Meryl Day.” Of course later on she has the chutzpah to modify her request/demand to Link to Yourish.com instead.

Anyway, since she is my friend and she has graciously agreed to baby-sit my hoard on Saturday so that Larry and I can enjoy a nice birthday dinner together in a place that is not particularly child friendly I will comply. “Meirav was two” is particular favorite of mine and it is not because of the certain little pixie she used to illustrate it. It is a beautifully written piece that demonstrates the inhumanity of those that practice and support terrorism.

So go read.

Now.

Whew Im Glad That's Over

Well I finally got my act together and backed-up this mess. I had been thinking of doing it earlier, but blogger does not make it easy.

Oh yeah, posting is no problem, but saving is a bear. I had to yank my template and muck around with all the settings. As a result I was very hesitant to actually do it. But today I screwed up my courage and finally did the deed. So if you stopped by earlier and found it all a mess, that was me. In future I’ll save such excitement for the weekends.

Hey maybe I'll organise my photo files today. Nah, that would be too much effort. I'll do it some other time.

He Did It Again

But this time it was accidental.

Last night as Larry was doing Max’s thumpies he noticed something different about Nate. Larry then asked Nate if he had cut his hair, namely his bangs. After some hemming and hawing Nate did admit he had cut his hair, but this time it was by accident. Last time he thought his hair was too long and gave himself a trim. This time he was cutting some paper and he was doing a tricky angle that required some close up work. Somehow he ended up hacking off most of his bangs.

Sigh.

So I trimmed away the stray wisps he missed and told him that he was no longer allowed to use scissors without direct adult supervision.

Later I had to laugh. I had to maintain a straight face in his presence, but once he was in bed I was free to express myself. I really don’t understand how he could accidentally cut his hair, but I believe him. I found his locks of hair in the kitchen near the drawer where we keep sharp objects and nowhere near a mirror. If it was deliberate he would have done it in the bathroom where he could use the mirror. Also this was an even worse cut than last time. Large random tufts for hair had been trimmed from the front with no rhyme or reason.

Here is a picture of a sleepy Nate this morning with his shorn hair.

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Originally uploaded by Teckelcar.

Good thing he is so cute and a nice kid. But no more scissors!

Spelling in Pictures and Superheroes

While doing some random blog surfing I stumbled onto the neatest website, Spell with Ficker.

This is what I got typing in my name:



The best part is that you can tweak the individual letters if you don’t like the image that you first get.

I give a hat tip to Google Galliteration for having this under the heading “Clicked by GG.”

GG also had a link to a great fake movie trailer for “Superman and Batman.” Heck I’d go see it.

And Yes, We had Cake

I hope y’all had a good Thanksgiving; we had a nice relatively quiet one.

I like to target for an early dinner, say about 5:00-5:30pm. This is for two reasons. One, I can not be bothered to get up at the crack of dawn to deal with a turkey and the preparations necessary before I can cook it. And two, after I have gone to the whole effort of making a lavish spread I do not want to then have to make dinner a few hours later. Larry and I would be content to pick at the bird and munch on leftovers, but this does not work with the rest of the family.

The bird was a bit balky this year and wanted an extra hour in the oven. So we ended up eating at 6:30, our normal dinner hour. Unfortunately the garlic mashed potatoes got a bit cold, but were yummy none the less. For dessert we had a pumpkin pie and a turkey cake.

The pie was very good. To dress it up I made a little cut out of a pumpkin surrounded by little leaves. Much nicer than a plain old pie and it uses up some of the excess pie crust.

The cake looked great.

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Originally uploaded by Teckelcar.

I had a small (7 inch) orange cake round parked in the freezer. I had made it from extra batter from Max’s birthday cake. It was a case of either toss or bake and I opted to bake it. On Wednesday night I pulled out the round and carved out the body of the bird. I then used the scraps to form the wings, tail and neck. I didn’t have a large enough piece for the head so I faked it with a ball of large crumbs and lots of frosting. I frosted the whole mess with my favorite chocolate frosting:

1 ½ cups of semisweet chocolate chips
½ cup (1 stick) unsalted butter*
2/3 cup milk
1 teaspoon of vanilla extract
1 cup confectioners’ sugar

Place the chips and the butter in a microwave safe bowl. Then microwave for about a minute on high. The chips and butter will not be completely melted, but they will be soft. Mix until it is smooth. Then stir in the milk and vanilla. Using an electric mixer slowly add the sugar. Continue beating until the mixture is smooth. Don’t worry, it will be very runny. Refrigerate for one hour, beating it every 15 minutes. * You can use regular butter, unsalted is better.

Once the turkey cake was frosted I put it in the fridge over night to set the frosting. In the morning I made a half batch of orange frosting and then added color. I think the whole thing came out rather well. Sadly the cake itself was a bit stale. Apparently it had been in the freezer a little too long. At least we had the pumpkin pie. Next time I’ll use a fresh cake round.

Happy Thanksgiving

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Originally uploaded by Teckelcar.

From my family to yours.

Weevilicious Wednesday One: Turkey Day Style

Since Terry is off tomorrow we get to have:

... Weevilicious Wednesday One, to whit:
Name ONE traditional Thanksgiving food that you would be satisfied to NEVER EVER eat again!

As is always the case with these competitions, we ask you to either leave your answer in the comments below or a link to your blog, so we can all come over to your place and sit around in a sleepy daze on the couch with our pants unbuttoned.

For me it would be anything involving giblets. Blech, I can’t stand them. They make the gravy all funny and ruin the stuffing. I also object to celery and nuts in the dressing. It took me a few years to figure out what it was in my stuffing that I did not like. Once I jettisoned the celery and replaced it with yams all was yummy in the world again.

Tonight I’ll be baking a pumpkin pie and make a little turkey cake. Rebecca saw one in the store the other day and I said no, I could make better. I have a little cake in the freezer that I can sculpt and decorate. If it looks decent I’ll post a picture of it. Then tomorrow it is a festival of cooking. I should have the kitchen completely trashed by noon.

Have a happy and tasty Thanksgiving.

It's A Good Thing Too

You Passed 8th Grade Math

Congratulations, you got 10/10 correct!

Could You Pass 8th Grade Math?

Good, I'm safe to at least ninth grade. Jake is in fourth grade, but doing fifth grade work. That gives me a few years to brush up on my high school math. My real downfall wasn't until college. I intensly disliked calculus and I did not understand the point of it.

Up until then I enjoyed math. I liked how there was one clear cut answer that could be reached in a methodical way. The complete opposite of French.

Git It

Sunday I took the red dogs with me to an earthdog fun day at this place.

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Originally uploaded by Teckelcar.

Earthdog or as I call them “bark-at-the-rats” events are a way to test a dogs instinct to go to ground. Most terriers and dachshunds were breed to go down into tunnels to root out vermin. It takes a bold dog with a strong instinct to hunt to be willing go down a dark tunnel and confront their prey. This site has an excellent description of what it is all about.

The event would be a good introduction for John. He is a keen hunter of moles in our backyard, but he has never actually gone to ground. Crunch was just coming along for the ride. Crunch earned his Junior earthdog title in 1995 and has one leg towards his Senior title. We have been on hiatus for the past ten years and it would be a good opportunity to see how strong his drive is after all these years, but if we had too many dogs to run I could pull him out.

It was a gorgeous day. I showed up late and I was just able to have John familiarize himself with a set of above ground liners. The liners are just simple wooden tunnel sections that comprise of a roof and two walls. The bottom of this page has some nice pictures of above ground liners. John also got to meet the rats. He was very keen and we were able to get him to go through an 8 foot tunnel with a 90 degree turn. He was a bit hesitant, but the urge to get the rats won out in the end.

Then we moved to where the intro to quarry area. John was not too sure about the underground tunnel. He kept poking his head in and backing out. Each time he would go a little further. At one point he hunted around the enclosure, but he did return to the tunnel. It took about 15 minutes of his backing and filling until he screwed up his courage and charged the rats. We then got treated to the sounds of a baying dachshund. He was quite a handful to pull out of the tunnel. Afterwards he kept pulling me to go back. It was a very successful introduction to the sport of den trials.

After all the other dogs had a try I brought out the old man. We were running ahead of schedule and it would be no problem running Crunch. As I brought him to the enclosure he was eager to go. He knew what was going on and he wanted a piece of the action. When it was his turn, all I did was drop him to the ground and say “git it.” He plunged down the hole and was in full cry before he hit the end of the tunnel. I turned to the people watching and said “This is how it’s done.” He was a barking fool and like his son, a handful to pull out. It was nice to see that the old man still had it in him.

It looks like I’ll be running the red dogs in some earthdog events in the near future.

Oh, C’mon, Have Another Slice

Saturday we had Meryl over for a little birthday celebration. I asked her earlier in the week what kind of cake she would like to have. I have a fairly large repertoire and she has sampled a fair number of them. She got to down to Max and Rebecca’s birthday cakes from last month, but she could not decide which one. So she told me to have the kids decide.

The kids were of course no use. They were evenly divided between Rebecca’s chocwet (at least that’s what Rebecca calls it) cake and Max’s orange cake. Thinking back to their birthday party I remembered how much Meryl enjoyed taking alternating bites between the two cakes. That settled it; I would combine the two into a frankencake. It would have a layer of orange cake, a layer of yellow cake (the non-radioactive kind), orange filling and the whole mess would be frosted with chocolate.I baked it on Friday.

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Originally uploaded by Teckelcar.

I halved the recipe for my yellow cake, which was easy enough to do. Then I made a 2/3 batch of my orange cake. It has 3 eggs hence the 2/3s, the yellow was much easier to scale down since it uses four eggs. As I was making the frosting I was on the phone with Meryl. Rummaging about in the pantry, I realized that I was almost out of confectioner’s sugar. Oops! I mentioned this to Meryl and that prompted her to tell me “The Horsehair Cake Story.” A funny misadventure in cooking that resulted in a very special meal. I hope she tells it soon over at her place (Hey Meryl, you did say you would post it... someday.) I carefully measured out the sugar I had on hand and... Dang! I was a cup short. Well I could fake it with my regular sugar; it would just mean that the frosting would be a bit gritty. Oh it would still be yummy, just not the same silky smooth texture. When I was all done I piped “Happy Birthday Meryl” on top of the cake and tucked it away in the garage fridge.

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Originally uploaded by Teckelcar.

The cake was a big hit. The flavors intensified overnight and the resultant cake was delicious. Larry was able to get Meryl to eat a second slice with minimal arm twisting and I packed her an enormous slice (it was the size of two slices) to take home. We still have a fair amount left. Would anybody else like a slice?

Batty

This little bat is the bane of my existence.

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Originally uploaded by Teckelcar.

Max got it the last time we went to the zoo. It is made out of some sort of soft, stretchy, squishy, green material. My guess is that it is probably some sort of latex. Anyway, Max loves his little bat. He drags it around all over the house. The first time he mislaid it resulted in a very frantic search on his part. Eventually it was found and that is when I realized that the bat was trouble.

Its small size and squishy nature makes it all too easy to hide and lose. It is also just the thing the dogs like to rend into small pieces. I try to have Max keep it upstairs, but Batty keeps popping up downstairs.

Wednesday Max took Batty for a ride in his enormous dump truck (it’s so big that Nate can sit in the dumper). This would not be a problem, except it was outside, as in outside amongst all the leaves in our very big backyard. If I had known what was going on I would have put a kibosh on the whole idea. Just a few days previously Max decided to give his baby snake (about 3 1/5 inches long, brown and the same stretchy material as bat) a ride the dump truck. The snake was stuffed in the cab and promptly fell out. It was sheer luck that I found it after 5 minutes searching in the leaves.

Of course Batty fell out of the cab. Unfortunately when Jake and Max informed me of the tragedy I thought they meant Max had lost his baseball bat. I told them tough, it’ll turn up later. It wasn’t until an hour later that I realized my mistake. At this point there was almost no hope of getting a coherent story from Max about where he had driven his truck and the wind had been moving the leaves about. I did a half hearted search, but it was getting very dark outside. I told Max that if we ever find Batty it must not go outside again.

Yesterday I did not look, but today I decided to give it a shot. It is brilliantly sunny out and the wind had died down from the past couple of days. I did an intensive search pattern, pushing aside the leaves with my booted foot in a likely section of the yard. Max had driven the truck in circles there and I thought maybe that was where Batty fell out. No such luck. Max bounded outside and I had him retrace his steps. Just as I given up and was about to head inside I spied batty lurking beneath a leaf. Of course it was not even close to where I was searching. Apparently Batty fell out at the beginning of his journey, near the steps to the deck. Max was very happy to get Batty back.


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Originally uploaded by Teckelcar.

Hopefully he will keep Batty inside from now on, but I doubt it.

Thursday Three: Housing!

It Thursday and y’all know what that means, yet another Thursday Three! Terry sets us the following task:

Once more, it’s time to put on your thinking caps and see what there is to find out about you. Today’s set of questions were inspired by Chef Tony, who gave us an insight a couple of days back about the type of house he’d like to build for himself if he suddenly became Croesus, Midas, and Bill Gates all rolled into one.

In that theme, then, answer for us these three questions:
1) If you had an unlimited amount of money, what sort of house would you like to have?
2) If you decided to chunk it and go the full Thoreau route, what sort of hovel would you like to have?
3) What is the one thing you’d most like to change about the house or apartment you live in right now?

There you go! In addition to your thinking caps, strap on that tool belt and get to work coming up with your answers. Remember, though--be safe and please don't forget to wear your safety goggles.

1. I gravitate towards Colonial and Victorian styles of architecture. I like the Georgian style featured in this article and the Italianate here. This site has a nice summation of Victorian styles and this one has a good timeline of American Architecture. I like old houses, the house that I lived in until my father passed away was over 400 years old. Ideally I would want one that is spacious enough for our family with a fair piece of land. The interior of house itself would be remodeled in a way that it preserves the flavor of the house, but has all the modern conveniences of indoor plumbing, electricity and cable. I would also like to be near the ocean with a nice beach. This property seems to fill the bill. Mind you I would want a full staff to clean and maintain the place.


2. I don’t think Thoreau ever had to contend with four children. I am not willing to forgo indoor plumbing and electricity. However I can see our having a weekend cabin somewhere, but it has to have a dishwasher. It is not a vacation if you have to hand wash the dishes. Larry and I joke that the main reason we bought our first house was so that we would have a dishwasher. As my parents once observed, you can always take your clothes to the Laundromat, but not your dishes.


3. The house could use paint inside and out. The floors downstairs need refinishing and I want to rip out all the carpeting upstairs. I would love to redo the kitchen with granite type counters and a gas cook-top. We would also like to add playroom and maybe one or two more bedrooms. The playroom would be very nice, because I could chuck all the toys cluttering the house into it. When I brought this up with Larry he thought it would also be nice if the playroom had a large picture window so we can supervise the goings on without hearing the accompanying din. Oh and one more thing, we could use more bookcases. I realize this is a list and not just one thing. I guess if I had to pick just one it would be the building an addition with a playroom and 1 or 2 bedrooms.

Artist of the Week: Turkey

This week’s artists are the staff at our local library. The librarians do a wonderful job every week at story time. I have faithfully taken all of my children since we moved down to Virginia. Jake was too old for the baby story time when we moved here, but the rest of the crew attended it along with story time for two year olds and story time for three to fives. I have just moved Max and Rebecca up to the three to five group this year. With the two younger groups caregivers stay in the room, but the three to fives are expected to be able to sit nicely without their guardians. It is just for 30 minutes and it is a good way for the kids to be used to a more school like environment. At the end of each session for the two older groups they send the kids home with a coloring sheet and sometimes a treat. This week we got a little edible turkey.

Rebecca inhaled hers on the way home, but Max had to wait. I didn’t bring applesauce with me; therefore he couldn’t take his enzymes. As a result I could snag this cute picture of him with his turkey before he devoured it.

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Originally uploaded by Teckelcar.

My best guess it was Mrs. C. who made the little turkeys. I’m not sure, because just last week she brought in cupcakes for her birthday. It is possible that some of the staff got together to make up these tasty little treats.

Either way I’m amazed about all the treats and little things that get passed out each week. I don’t remember the library being that much fun when I was little. It was just a place for books and food was absolutely forbidden within the building. As a result story time is a much bigger deal and is eagerly anticipated each week.

Happy Birthday Meryl

Today is Meryl’s birthday.  I’m heading on out to have a nice lunch with her. We will get to take our time since her whole department is out of town and she is all by her lonesome. So head on over and say Hi.

Did You Know

That sprinklers hitting balloons make a very odd and very loud sound?

Last night I heard the oddest noise. It was very loud and I could not figure it out. It was a strange whooshing/drumming noise that would last about 5 seconds, pause for two minutes than another loud 5 second pulse of noise followed by a 10 minute pause. It kept repeating and driving me batty. I finally got up and staggered about trying to locate the noise. I finally stuck my head outside when I noticed the sprinklers were going.

Then I saw what was happening. The sprinkler was hitting a balloon tied to a bench outside. Mystery solved I was able to go to sleep. This morning I got rid of the offending balloon.

Blood, Bruises and Birthday Cake

On Saturday we had Nate’s birthday party. Here is a picture of the birthday boy with his cake.

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Originally uploaded by Teckelcar.

It took some doing to get this picture. I’ll tell you more about that in a bit.

For the party we rented a bouncy tent. What better way to entertain a pack of little boys than a place for them to literally bounce off the walls.

It was supposed to be delivered at about noon. In reality they showed up at 9:00 am. They were lucky I was still at home. After I showered and dressed I told Jake to put on his shoes and socks. We were going to meet up with Larry and Nate at the soccer field (Nate had a 9:00 am game and they went on ahead). Apparently they rang the doorbell while I was drying my hair. When I came downstairs I found Jake aimlessly wandering about and he was still barefoot. I demanded to know why he was not ready. He then proceeded to tell me that he forgot. I asked he why and he said the doorbell rang and he went to see who was there, but nobody was at the door. At that point he forgot all about the shoes. As I was questioning him I noticed there were people in my backyard. Ack! It’s the tent people! I scooted outside to speak with them. I started to tell them where I wanted it set up, but they had already started to set it up at a different spot. It didn’t really matter so I had them leave it. The tent was inflated as I filled out the paperwork. The tent people were soon on their way to deliver another tent and I had to round the troops up to go to soccer. It was very hard convincing two four year olds that we could NOT play in the tent. Instead we had to go to Nate’s last soccer game of the season.

When we got back home the kids mobbed the tent. I had unplugged it while we were gone and it was flat on the ground. They were jumping with excitement as we watched it inflate. Once it was up they all piled inside.

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Originally uploaded by Teckelcar.

As they played I started to decorate the cake. Nate wanted a soccer cake with green on it. I settled on an offset soccer ball with the classic white and black pattern.

The frosting was bit goopy, but it worked out in the end.
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Originally uploaded by Teckelcar.

After some frantic cleaning and a quick trip for supplies we were ready for the party. As the two guests arrived they piled into the tent. After about 20 minutes Larry went off to pick up the pizza. I had just got Max and Rebecca settled with a movie (it was getting a bit wild outside and I needed to nebulize Max) when the boys burst into the house. One of the guests had knocked a tooth. Blood was trailing down his chin when he came inside. I cleaned him up and saw the tooth was just hanging in there. I asked him if it was loose before it got knocked and he said yes. A gave the tooth a poke and it came tumbling out when he pushed his tongue against his tooth. Fortunately it was a baby tooth and seven year olds lose teeth all the time. I had him rinse out his mouth and then they all piled outside to bounce some more.

Pizza arrived and they all came back in to eat. While we were eating Meryl arrived. When they were done eating Nate announced that he wanted to open his presents. It wasn’t the traditional time, but it was his party. It would also give them a chance to settle their stomachs before going back into the bouncy tent. He was very pleased with his gifts and they all rushed outside to play with them. In the meantime we set up the piñata. None of the trees in our yard have any branches lower than 20 feet so this requires that we set up our shade tent. We loop a rope over the top crossbar to suspend the piñata. The children line up and are allowed under the tent one at a time to take a whack. Usually this works well and nobody gets hurt from crowding the piñata as it gets hit. Note I said usually. Unfortunately I was a little too close (I was holding the rope) and I got whacked in the thigh with a plastic baseball bat. It hurt and both Meryl and Larry were very concerned, but I was able to shake it off very quickly (As a result I have a faint bruise on the front of my upper leg). It took a while, but finally the children were rewarded with a shower of (leftover Halloween) candy.

We left them outside and prepped the cake. It took repeated calls until we were finally able to corral them all inside to have the cake. Nate did not even want any, but I put my foot down. Dang it I made that cake and he will at least blow out the candles. In the end they sang the song and most of them had some cake. Then they all tore upstairs to play some more. Both boys were sad to go when their parents came to get them. After the guests were all gone we bounced some more in the tent. I had fun popping balloons with Rebecca and Max while we were inside the tent. Then it was time to go back inside.

As we ate a half hearted dinner, the tent people came and packed it away. They were gone when Rebecca noticed and she burst into tears. In the end I had to promise her that we would get it for her birthday. By 7:00 pm both Max and Rebecca were passed out on the couch. I’d say it was a successful party.

Happy Birthday Nate!

Seven years ago today this charming young man entered our lives.

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Originally uploaded by Teckelcar.

It was an uneventful pregnancy, the weekend before Grandma and Grandpa came down for a visit and to watch Jake if needed. We had one false alarm, but in the end they headed home before the big event. In the mean time my brother-in-law, Andy came to stay for as long as we needed him. It was a Wednesday and I had dropped Jake off at his preschool. I came home and rattled about the house and took a nap in the afternoon. When I awoke I could tell something was happening. I didn’t worry about it and went off to pick up Jake. On the way home the contractions really started to hit. I realized I probably shouldn’t be driving a car when I had to pull over at one point and breathe through a contraction. Fortunately I was almost home and I got there without further incident.

Larry came home shortly afterwards. Andy and I both met him at the front door. Andy was in an upbeat mood and very chatty. He was also oblivious as to what was going on. As he stood there telling Larry how taking a nap was a good thing, I clutched the banister as another contraction hit. Through gritted teeth I said it was time. Larry immediately focused on me. He cut Andy off and told him we were going now and that he was in charge of Jake. Andy was quite startled, but he was up for the job. I had gone over Jake’s schedule ahead of time with Andy so he knew what to do. Larry and I piled into the car and drove to my OB’s office (the hospital was right across the street from there.)

It was an interesting drive. I. Did. Not. Want. To. Sit. Down.

Larry dropped me off and I waddled up to the office. As I stood there in obvious labor the staff watched me with interest as they readied an exam room for me. To get my mind off of my contractions I struck up a conversation with them. It turned out that a new carpet had been just laid and they were hoping it would stay new looking for a little while longer. (I’m happy to report that it still looked new after I left the office.) I was soon ushered down the hall to the exam room. I still could not sit, so I paced while I waited for one of the OBs. A few minutes later he poked his head in and quipped that it was always a good sign when the patient can’t sit. He helped up on the table and did a quick check. The expression on his face was priceless. His eyes grew wide and you could literally see him go “Holy cow!” I was already at seven centimeters. He calmly told us that we must go now across the street to the hospital. No side trips were allowed. He would call ahead to warn them that I was on my way

Larry hustled me over and again dropped me off and parked the car. He would bring up the rear with my bag. As I approached the elevators to Labor and delivery I sagged against the wall when another contraction hit. A helpful orderly offered me a wheelchair to take me, but I waved him away. Sitting was no longer an option but I was still in good spirits and I was excited that today was the day.

When I entered the maternity ward the nurses’ first comment was that I looked good for seven centimeters. They whisked me to room and got me all prepped. Larry soon appeared and we settled in to wait. Less than an hour later, Nate was in our arms.

Happy Birthday Nate!

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Originally uploaded by Teckelcar.

Today I brought in cupcakes at lunch time to share with his class.

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Originally uploaded by Teckelcar.

They were a big hit and Nate proudly told everyone that they were completely homemade. He is a sweet little guy.

To All Who Have Served

I want to say thank you.

Both my father and my husband’s stepfather fought in World War 2. Oddly enough they both served in the Navy. My father was on a minesweeper, one of the most boring and the most dangerous assignments.

The funny thing is if my father had not served he would not have qualified for the GI Bill and he would have never gone to College. As a result he would not have met my mother and I would never have been born.

So I really can say I owe my existence to a Veteran. I would like to thank all of you for what you do to keep us safe and to protect all that we value: life and liberty.

Thursday Three: Work

This week’s Axis of Weevil Thursday Three is all about work. Terry posts the following:

And entirely appropriate to the occasion, given the amount of stuff I have to do, it this week's questions are both supplied by our intrepid University Research Cadre AND deal with work! Hard to beat that, my friends.

SO, to get right into it:

1. What is the thing you like best about your job?
2. What one thing--mind you THING (i.e., not people)--that you would like most to change about your job?
3. What do you wish people knew about your job that you think they don’t?

Now, just because you don’t get a paycheck DOESN’T mean you can’t play along--working at home with kids is just as much a job as coming to work in a dead gray civil-service job of never-ending meaninglessness.

Not that I know anyone with a job like that.

Well I guess first off I should give a brief job description. I am the primary caregiver to four, yes four, rambunctious, loud and loving children ranging from 9 years old on down to four. I cook, shop and theoretically maintain this household. A portion of my time is also sent ferrying the said children about. We also have dogs, but they are not so much as a job, but rather a hobby.

1. I like the unlimited hugs and kisses with the occasional “I wuv you.” Basically I like the fact that I am here for my children and I get to be apart of all that happens and affects their lives. I’m molding tomorrow’s citizens and it is an monumental task. On a more prosaic level I like how I can stretch out on the couch mid-day and “rest my eyes.” Full access to the refrigerator and pantry are also a plus.


2. I would like it if someone could come in and do all the cleaning every day. I guess what I want is a full janitorial staff that follows the kids around. It would also be nice to be paid, but for that to happen we would all have to pay more taxes and I don’t want the government poking its nose into my family. So I am happy to skip the paycheck.


3. I would like it if people would acknowledge the fact that I do have a brain. My children are fairly smart and I really do have to do a fair amount of mental work to keep on top of things. Also it would be nice if people were aware that this job can be at times a never ending grind. Sometimes I’m not at my best and we all get a bit frayed around the edges at times. I try my best and generally I can take my children to public places without too much embarrassment on my part. Though there have been times when I have to do something and I have to carry a screaming small person and finish my mission. The only reason I stay up late at night is so I can have some time for myself.