Archive for January, 2008

More Goats

 This is one of the funniest papers that has come home from kindergarten.  Edison had to choose an animal to draw out of a huge magazine filled with animals and he picked a “got”  (for all of you phonetically challenged folks, that would be a goat).  Notice that the goat is eating all of the trees.  True to life.  True to life.

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Edison’s truth telling does keep me humble.  A few days ago he came home from school where they had been talking about “good and bad” – such as, there are good dogs and there are bad  dogs and you need to be careful and not assume all dogs are good.  So we were sitting at the kitchen table and he & Claudia were having a snack & he was relating to me all of the “good & bad” things they were comparing.  He looked at Claudia and said “there are good babies and there are bad  babies, but you, Claudia honey, you are a good baby!!!”  Then he says, “There are good moms and there are bad  moms.  And you are…well, you’re about half and half.”  Geez.  Well, it’s the truth.  Without Jesus I would be really leaning on the bad side.  And to a 5 yr old anything that lands in the realm of discipline hikes you over to the bad side too.  Oh, that’s enough humble pie for one weekend!  Yes?  You would think, but no!  Yesterday I was drying my hair after my shower and he asked if I was “trying to look pretty to go to Chuck E. Cheese?”  and I thought, “Well, that was not really my goal, I was just drying my hair, but maybe he’s going to say something sweet, like, how beautiful I am always, or some other storybook-style child’s love for his mother.”  So I asked him (totally looking for a cheap compliment), “Why?  Do you think I look pretty enough to go?”  He looked at me with a long, critical eye and then said, “Um, not really.”  Me, in high drama,  aghast, “What?  What could possibly help me look better?”  And he replied, “Why don’t you try some earrings.  That would be fancier.”   Apparently, you have to be really fancy to go to Chuck E. Cheese.  Who knew?  Which reminds me of this funny story of the last time we took him to Chuck E. Cheese (his favorite place on the planet) and we were sitting at a booth behind a rather obese family who called one of the workers over and demanded to speak to “the chef” [the chef?  at chuck e. cheese?  um, is that like the chef at mcdonalds?]  So this pimply 16 year old skinny kid comes to their table and the woman says with many airs, “Young man, this pizza is not made ta my likin’!”  And I burst out in giggles – because really now.  Chuck E. Cheese pizza is not made to ANYBODY’s LIKING!  It’s cheese sprinkled over flavored cardboard.  You’re there for the games & the giant stuffed mouse.  But I digress….

I don’t want to give the wrong impression about Edison being harsh – so to give a more fair and balanced picture….  He is just very black and white – tells it as he sees it.  My days are also filled with many “I Love you, Mom!!!” and tackle me in the kitchen hugs and sweet notes written in all of their phonetic splendor.   Mi mom is the Gratest mom.  She piks me up frum the bus and maks me snaks.  Mom is funee.  mom is a gud huggr.


Snot land is getting better here with the kids.  Big sigh of relief.  But I did notice This disturbing thing this morning.  Claudia perusing a Mini Boden catalog.  12 months old and already checking out the expensive kids clothes.  At least she didn’t start circling the things that she wanted like I used to do as a teenager.  🙂 

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All things cold – snowmen, refrigerators & all of upstate New York

blog3.jpgSorry it’s been awhile since I’ve posted.  Everyone here has been sick.  Again.  What a winter for us (thanks kindergarten!)  Tonight Edison and I are throwing an “It’s not your birthday.  It’s not my birthday.  Party anyway. PARTY”  This pretty much just includes brownies and homemade cards to dad.  🙂  We’ll probably throw in a couple of leftover pink balloons from Claudia’s birthday and call it an EVENT.  Woo Hoo.  It is cold here in Carlisle.  Very very cold.  So we need to think of anything that can possibly entertain us.  Luckily for me, my children are easily entertained.

So if you’re wondering about the snowman, Edison recently had a project for school where he needed to decorate a snowman with “found objects” from around the house.  He must have only looked in Claudia’s room  when he decided to make a snowbaby.  Complete with a Cheerio belly button.

blog2.jpg   He did it all by himself (except mom helped with the glue gun parts — no sense in letting a 5 year old get burned in doing his school projects).  Even cutting out the bib from scrap paper.  Good job E!


We’ve been rodent free for over a month here in our home, but yesterday a mole skittered through the middle of my kitchen floor.  A little mole (not like you’re thinking from the cartoons).   I wonder though if he’ll make his way into a MICE CUBE…


Oh yeah, and we FINALLY got our new fridge.  I had my heart set on stainless steel, but then in the end changed my mind to get a black one.  Long story, but we’re happy to no longer have to put on an extra sweater when walking by the cool breeze that flowed out from our, not so energy efficient, refrigerator…. 

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Such nicely organized food…I won’t even go into the scary things I found in the back corners of the old fridge!

And Look what we found behind the fridge.  Awesome 70’s wallpaper.   It made me smile.  And then I gladly pushed the new fridge against it. 



b31.jpg  On Sunday night we had a “first birthday” party for Claudia – who turned one on January 2nd.  The house was packed with 22 guests (plus the four of us) and somehow we all managed to fit into the kitchen and living room – with one couch, er, futon and 5 dining room chairs (the 6th one is long gone the way of a summer bonfire).  It was sort of like the feeding of the 5,000 – only with seating arrangements.  🙂  And Claudia had the great fortune of being born with the next big holiday being Valentine’s day – so everything in the stores was pink and hearty.  [Edison’s birthday comes before the big holiday of Halloween – so everything in the decoration aisle for him comes with fangs and fake blood.]  Oh and I wish you could see these overalls better – they had a chenille birthday cake on the front and all kinds of other cuteness – the bright green headband was compliments of Edison – he insisted that she wear it in order to be “pretty”.


In other big news, our good friends Dave & Rachel just welcomed their second baby girl [after 8 years of trying] into the world – Lydia Elizabeth.  They dropped their daughter Ariana off with us at 11:35 pm on Monday night and Lydia was born at 2:10 a.m.  So last night I stayed up into the wee hours of the night finishing this diaper cake (made up of, you guessed it, diapers) –


cake5.jpg Burt’s Bees tiny products are tucked inside — Garrison said to me “The last thing you want when you’re tired and reaching for a diaper in a mental fog is a handful of Burt’s Bees!”  But I disagree, it’s like finding the toy in the cereal box (the REAL way – by it pouring into your cereal bowl – not by digging around for it – although these days if there is a prize it’s usually outside of the bag and then that doesn’t really work anyway…) A fun surprise!


the car that could be worse than the goat

m4.jpgI’ve resisted writing about this, but the time has come to share the news in blogland about my “new” car.  In our quest for using more eco-friendly fuel sources we decided to go to all diesel vehicles.  [we’re starting to experiment with making our own bio-diesel] Garrison bought his 1982 diesel Mercedes in October of 2006 and for Christmas, because I have said I would feel more comfortable driving the kiddos around in a newer car than one built when I was 7, I was gifted with a 1983  turbo-diesel Mercedes.  Newer, yes?

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So, anyway, it travelled here from the charming town of Humble, Texas and has been quite the headache since it’s arrival – including a Saturday before Christmas trip to New Jersey to coax it back onto the car carrier that was supposed to deliver it stress-free to Schenectady.  So far it is a stubborn old car that is making Garrison cRaZy.  I’ve decided to use the old ignore-it tactic and see if it starts behaving better because it isn’t getting the attention it is looking for.  That always worked with Edison when he was acting up.  Thankfully, Garrison is a fixer and is out there on the driveway (or in our friend’s garage) working on getting it going in all of his free time and no one is relying on me to do anything with it except come home with the occasional metric (hard to find) socket from the hardware store while I’m in town.  We were unfortunately “misled” in the description of the car as the seller said “NO MAJOR REPAIRS NEEDED”.  Apparently he didn’t feel a new front windshield (cracked), a new starter, a vaccuum leak, a new water pump, a coolant leak, automatic windows that open but won’t shut, and a slow transmission (read – will soon need a new transmission) as “major repairs”.  Minor repairs?  Sigh.

We welcomed the car here when AAA dragged it limping into our driveway with a home cooked Texan meal of Tacos and refried beans – You know, so it wouldn’t be in such culture shock coming to the Yankee side of the nation, but still this car has been ungrateful.


One good thing to say about it.  Tape deck with preset AM radio stations.  Original to the car.  Now I can listen to all of those old high school boyfriend mix tapes that were gathering dust in some storage bin – waiting for the day that I owned a tape deck again.  Not knowing if that day would ever come.  Check out that tuning dial.  Awesome.


I’m open to suggestions for naming this baby.  We’re off to a rough start, this car and I, but I want to get on its good side so it doesn’t leave me stranded on one of our many quiet back roads.

Happy New Year


It’s only January and I’m already craving color – that is not a good thing in upstate new york where we still have at least 3 more months of the color combo of white and slushy gray.  So green background for awhile.  Hope it doesn’t hurt your eyes.

Christmas was great – lots of traveling but it was uncomplicated.  Claudia’s first birthday came and went without much hooplah — we’re having a “little” party for her on Sunday evening.  She has been happily playing with her birthday gift from us – a fisher price kitchen – she loves this thing…pan on the stove, pan off the stove, pan on the stove, pan off the stove, pan on the stove, pan off the stove…you get the idea.  She dances along with all of the music and does everything a fisher price commercial maker would want her to do.  I’ll add some pictures soon.

Edison was able to make it to TWO full days of school (a kindergarten record for him?) before needing to stay home because he threw up yet again.  I think I am paying for the first 4 years of his life [“Edison has such a fantastic immune system…he never gets sick…nope he’s only thrown up 2 times in his whole life…”]  Oh bitter payback time.  This morning I went in to wake him up for school and I said “Do you want to wear your new Spider man shirt to school?”

 spidey1.jpg [usually I hide the character shirts at the bottom of his drawers until the weekends…sparkle spidey than can come out to play] and he says “Sorry, mom, I can’t go to school today.  I threw up last night.”  So I take a gander at his sheets and there is a BRIGHT RED spot on his sheets!  Garrison and I both start freaking out a little – seeing if Edison had a nose bleed or if he really threw up blood — Edison runs out of the room to throw up in the bathroom this time and Garrison runs after him while I finish cleaning up the sheets…thinking “what did he eat that is red?  This color of red?”  And then I remembered.  Winter oreos with dad.  Bright Crimson Red oreo filling.  The funky dye coloring his insides all shades of red.  Creepy.  So I’m home with a sick kid again today. 


Some highlights of our Christmas holiday:




and the aforementioned birthday kitchen….




Cookin’ up something evil in her kitchen

b3.jpg Stopping only long enough to go over and play with the box.