It's Not A Given

While I love the fact that the Buckeyes will be going to the Rose Bowl if the current standings in the BCS hold up, I love the possibility that they could be going to the National Championship even more if just one of the top two teams lose this Saturday.


I don't like the chances of 4-7 Pittsburgh beating West Virginia, though as we've seen this year anything is possible. However, at 7:00 PM, #1 Missouri takes on #9 Oklahoma. Either team could certainly win, and with a conference championship at stake they both want it bad. And if Oklahoma comes up with the win, my beloved Bucks would have to move up to #2, making them the other half of the two teams in the National Championship game.

Now, if I can only find a TV at the McKillip Christmas party for periodical updates I could have a great time this Saturday.

A Girly Holiday Smorgasbord

I was firing up the DVD player this morning so my 3 year old could watch a show. As I was looking for the chosen DVD in the carousel, I realized that the DVD selections reflected the two youngest viewers in the household, a 5 year old female and a 3 1/2 year old female.

Here, in no particular order, is the five disc selections currenty cued up in our DVD player.

• 1. Strawberry Shortcake - Berry Merry Christmas
• 2. My Little Pony - A Very Minty Christmas
• 3. Disney Princess - A Christmas of Enchantment
• 4. Walt Disney's Classic Cartoon Favorites - Classic Holiday Stories
• 5. Music from the TV Christmas Classics - A CD that the kids have been dancing to

We still have A Dora Christmas DVD and a Nick Jr. Christmas DVD, too. It's going to be a girly Christmas season this year!

I Wasn't Cold Last Night, But . . .

Yesterday at around lunch time Ian mentioned that he was cold. Brendan said he was cold, too. Now, I'm always cold, so for me to say something like that wouldn't have been surprising. But for my son and husband to say they were cold at essentially the same time was nothing short of amazing.

We ate our lunch, however and didn't give it much more thought until an hour later. Brendan was walking by the thermostat in the hallway and looked at it. It read 66 degrees F. Strange since we have it set at 68. So I came over to look at it and pressed "Run Program" figuring that would fix the problem. No dice. I decide to go down into the basement to look at the furnace. This of course was futile as I know absolutely nothing about how a furnace should run. I go back upstairs and tell Brendan the furnace is buzzing, but it doesn't sound too weird. He says, "Okay," and keeps checking the strands of Christmas lights for burnt out bulbs. I decide to try something new and I push the thermostat up to 70 degrees. I listen carefully and hear the familiar click of the thermostat, but no furnace running. I now go and report this to my Christmas light stringing husband and he finally decides to go down to the basement to look at the furnace. Through his dutiful inspection we discover that there is no flame coming on to heat the air that is to be blown through the house. Uh Oh.

Brendan calls the furnace guy (on a Sunday) and this is what I hear of Brendan's end of the conversation: "Well, we'll take a Monday appointment then. Between 8:00 and 10:00 AM, fine." Click. Uh Oh.

He informs me that an emergency appointment will cost us an extra $40 over a Monday appointment. So we inform the kids that if they get cold to put on an extra layer and sit under a blanket (preferably the brand new ones I got for them at Menard's the day after Thanksgiving for $1.85 each!)

So last night I wasn't cold sleeping. However, I did put two extra blankets on my bed and sleep in long johns under my winter pajamas. I also wore socks to bed. This morning the current temperature is 57 degrees F in the house as I wait for the furnace guy to come. I am still wearing long johns under my clothes and I also have my winter coat on (never took it off after taking my kids to school). I hope he gets here soon.

Update:The furnace guy was here and we have heat again!!!

Go Bucks!!!!!

Overheard At My Kitchen Table

"Mommy, it's hard making sunglasses with leafs. It's hard work. You don't use glue, you use tape."

It just made me smile.

Why Autumn Is Called Fall

I woke up this morning to a very cold and fairly gray looking morning. I went downstairs to make lunches for my two school aged kids and looked out the sliding glass doors to our backyard. We have two maples that have lovely yellow leaves that as of yesterday hadn't fallen off. Last night changed that. On the ground all around the trunk was a carpet of yellow leaves around both trees.


I then got back to my morning chores of pouring cereal into bowls, doling out vitamins, making sure morning snacks were packed into backpacks. After everyone was dressed, teeth brushed and coats put on and zipped up, we headed out the door to go to school. My kids school is in an older neighborhood with many beautiful and mature trees. Everywhere I looked I could see leaves fluttering calmly to the ground. Today must have been the days the leaves were supposed to fall, because they were falling all around me. It was really stunning to witness. What made it even more spectacular was that there was no wind blowing, so I knew these leaves were falling because it was time to fall, not because of some blustery weather.


I pointed out to Zoe some yards where I could not see one inch of grass, only yellow and brown leaves everywhere. She seemed fascinated and started to look at all the trees and yards with me. We watched as leaves floated to the ground at every corner. She told me it looked like it was "raining leaves." It was an apt description.


I just felt so blessed to have witnessed this beauty of nature. I was truly awed by God's amazing creation and so thankful to have gotten to witness it this morning.

The Man I Love

Today is my husband's birthday. I've been around celebrating them with him since his 19th birthday. We've celebrated a lot of them together and I hope he knows how much I love him.

Happy Birthday, Brendan!

In recognition of this momentous day, I'm going to share with you all one of Brendan's favorite crock pot recipes (he doesn't like many of them, so this one is special!) It is also incidentally what we will be having for dinner tonight when we celebrate.

Sausage & Pepper Sandwiches

5 uncooked Italian sausages
1 medium green pepper, cut into 1-inch pieces
1 medium sweet red pepper, cut into 1-inch pieces
1 large onion, cut into 1-inch pieces
1 can (8 oz.) tomato sauce
1/8 tsp. pepper
5 hoagie or sausage buns

In a large skillet, brown sausage links on all sides over medium heat. (I find spraying the pan with cooking spray ahead of time useful to help the sausages not stick.) Place sausages in crock pot. Put in peppers and onion. Pour tomato sauce over mixture in crock pot. Stir in to mixture slightly. Sprinkle pepper over mixture. Cover and cook on low for 8 hours or until sausage is no longer pink. Serve on buns.
Yield: 5 servings

Halloween Round Up

Wow, the last part of October has been a whirlwind of activities and illnesses. Fortunately many of the colds/ flu bugs flying around our house seem to be on the way out.

A few weekends ago we decided to go to the same pumpkin farm we went to last year because we liked how it was simply a farm where you walked into the field and picked out your pumpkins. Brendan and I have been increasingly irritated with the "kidification" of all activities on earth. While there is a time and a place for slides and video games (like at Chucky Cheese), we are getting tired of shelling out extra money so our kids can go on a carny ride at the apple or pumpkin farm. It's not just the money, though. It's also the message that the activity (apple picking, pumpkin picking, etc.)in and of itself is not enough fun, there must be some kind of external goodies and rides that make the experience unforgettable. The thing is, my kids love the activity without the extras, but of course if we go somewhere with those extras, we are the ones saying "no." (And it is getting harder and harder to find places without these extraneous activities.)

Anyhow, as we approach the farm, we see a sign that reads "Farm moved 4 miles east down road." So, we decide to drive down the road four miles, assuming there will be signs showing us the new location of our pumpkin farm. No dice. At about the 5 1/2 mile mark, we decide to turn around
when I see a small wooden pumpkin sign up ahead on the side of the road. I tell Brendan to go see what it says. When we get close enough to read it, it says Pumpkins - 8 miles down Grove Road. It is not the pumpkin farm we had originally come to go to, but at this point we had few options so we decide to drive the eight miles down the road. Along the way there were several more homemade pumpkin signs and after six or seven minutes of driving we see the most amazing pumpkin farm ever. No rides, no caramel apples, just pumpkins everywhere you looked! Turns out we stumbled upon Heap's Giant Pumpkin Farm, where all they sell is pumpkins. They boasted of 30 varieties of pumpkin and truly, there were pumpkins I had never seen before, along with giant pumpkins that looked like a lot of fun. After checking out the many different pumpkins and the kids giving them the once over, we decided on two nice large orange ones and the girls got two "baby" pumpkins to take home. It was tons of fun, and not one ride in sight. Definitely a farm we will be visiting in the future.

On Tuesday night we carved the pumpkins, one with a traditional scary face, the other with our Martha Stewart drill method. The kids loved helping drill the holes all over the pumpkin and every person in the family drilled a few holes. It made for a fun and different pumpkin from the average jack o'lantern.

Wednesday was all about the candy and the costumes. Ian decided on an army guy, and wore his Grandpa's old army shirt and some olive green pants to round out the costume. Zoe was an absolutely adorable Scooby Doo. And then there was Emma. All October she talked about how she was going to be Princess Aurora or Cinderella for Halloween. We had both dresses in our dress up stock, so either choice would be easy. Then on Tuesday night she decided she wanted to be a fairy for school and wore a white angel outfit with purple wings. When she came home after school, Ian, Emma and Zoe went to the basement to retrieve their pumpkins for collecting candy. Emma found a witch's hat and asked if she could be a witch for trick-or-treating. It just so happens Emma has a black hand-me-down dress that I just put in her closet two or three days ago. We put a purple shirt underneath, some black tights, and the hat on top of her head completed the outfit. She was the cutest witch in Aurora.

At about 4:45, all the neighbor kids started ringing our bell and the natives were getting restless. Brendan got home at about 5:00 and the four of them took off for about an hour of candy gathering while I stayed home to pass out the goods to the other costumed kids. After a quick meal of mac and cheese, Ian and Emma headed out again for about 30 minutes to some other houses and came back with even more goodies. Grandpa made a Halloween appearance as Albert Einstein and passed out even more chocolatey goodness before everyone changed into jammies and got ready for bed. It was a fun night.

Toys

I'm beginning to wonder why we ever buy toys for the kids. In our house, the Littlest Pet Shop pets lay in their box, the Little People stay in their house (or castle), and the Strawberry Shortcake dolls never get their hair done at the Strawberry Salon. So what do the kids play with?

Paper, tape, and yarn. Honestly! While the Barbies and Play-Doh come out for an occasional play date, I can't keep enough scotch tape or masking tape in my house for my own needs because my two daughters are forever ripping or cutting paper into various shapes, then taping them together (glue has been temporarily outlawed after an unfortunate incident when I wasn't home and Brendan was taking a shower). I brought out some blue yarn to make necklaces with homemade beads the girls and I made last week, and now I'm continually cutting off pieces of blue yarn to use to play with the cat, to use as crowns or to just wrap around things in our house.

I'm seriously considering asking Santa to bring the girls a big box of paper, tape and multicolored yarn for Christmas this year. I think it will get played with a lot more than the Island Princess Barbie or Little People airplane. And maybe I can stop hiding my scotch tape on top of the refrigerator.

The Last of My Coffee

A few years ago for Christmas, Brendan bought me a Senseo coffee maker. I was a one cup a week coffee drinker, and had a slow start with my personal coffee maker. But then as more and more children and more and more school responsibilites came my way, I embraced the caffeine that was provided to me right here at home in less than three minutes. I have become a one cup of coffee a day drinker, and the Senseo has supported my habit well.

As I tried the various roasts and even the flavored pods offered through Senseo, I found I liked the Mild Roast the best. At first I could find the Mild Roast blend anywhere. Then I could only find it at Target and a little grocery store called Montgomery Marketplace. Then, it disappeared off of their shelves and I was forced to turn to the internet for my coffee fix. After searching on eBay with little results, I turned to Amazon.com, an old and trusty friend who came through for me not only on the Senseo mild roast pods, but with free shipping if I ordered enough caffeine, so I threw in a six pack of Stash Double Spice Chai tea (also a difficult to find product on store shelves!) and spent enough to get it sent to me free.

So imagine my dismay when I went to reorder my mild roast pods last week that Amazon no longer carried them. This did not look good. I checked several other online retailers as well as the Senseo site itself and found out it is no longer being produced. AAAAH! I was willing to jump through hoops to get the stuff and they still aren't making it anymore. I have 14 pods left, plus some decaf pods. Not sure what I'm going to do.

My Response To A Blog Posting

These were made tonight in response to this blog post. There was much cheering at my house tonight.

Pick Your Candidate

Here is a nifty little quiz to help you decide on a candidate, if you haven't already. It should come as no surprise that all the democrats were at the bottom of my list. My top four choices, according to this poll:

1. John McCain
2. (All three tied with the same score) Fred Thompson, Duncan Hunter, Sam Brownback

Since I've heard that Sam Brownback is dropping out tomorrow, I guess that leaves me with three choices.

Who is your candidate?

Planned Parenthood Opening

Planned Parenthood's largest abortion clinic in the United States opened today, practically in my backyard. Despite pro-lifers continued prayerful and peaceful protests, PP opened their doors this morning two weeks after their planned opening on September 18.

This saddens and sickens me in so many ways. This clinic is located in the Oakhurst area of Aurora, right down the street from my church and a large public high school. I attended the August rally in which over 1200 peaceful protesters of every age and race gathered to denounce Planned Parenthood's deception and disgusting practices of offering abortion on demand. And the number of supporters of PP there that day? 12 (and that's being generous.)

I don't understand how anyone can believe that killing an unborn child is okay. How can the same people who think war and animal cruelty is an abomination, but that it is simply fine to murder an innocent child who CAN FEEL PAIN? I don't understand it and I am sorry that I now live in the city that has the horrible distinction of housing the largest abortion clinic in the US.

Aurora used to be a wonderful place to live. While Planned Parenthood and their abortion mill are here, I can no longer say that.

I See A Trip To The Museum of Science and Industry In Our Future!

With two of the biggest Star Wars fans living right under this roof, I feel quite certain a trip to Chicago is in our near future.


Two of the descriptions of the many features of this exhibit are:

Jump to lightspeed and tour the galaxy in a full-size replica of the Millennium Falcon cockpit

and

Your experience will not be complete without seeing more than 80 props, models and costumes from the Star Wars movies and extensive video interviews with filmmakers, scientists and engineers.

Oh yeah, there will definitely be a trip to the city to see this!

Second Day of Speech

Well, Zoe went to speech again today. It went a little differently today than two days ago. She started crying at home and I had to carry her limp body out to the van to get her to go. She calmed down on the way there and cheered up when I asked her if she wanted to play on the blue dinosaur before going to speech.

She happily played in the lobby of the Early Childhood Learning Center until Miss Laurie came out to get her class. "Where's Miss Jan?" Zoe asked. "She'll be coming soon," I assured her.

Sure enough, a minute later Miss Jan comes out with her little charges looking for their moms. I tell Zoe it is time to go and she grabs my legs and begins crying and saying, "I don't want to go to speech."

While the other four kids are fine going back into the classroom, Zoe is not. I walk (drag) her over to Miss Jan where I peel her hands off from around my knees and hand one hand to Miss Jan all while Zoe is wailing, "I don't want to go. I want Mommy." I tell her I love her and that I will be there waiting when she is done. I try hard not to let the tears that are filling my eyes to spill out. That would not have been helpful at all.

Zoe goes with Miss Jan and I leave quickly. As I got into my van I made sure my cell phone was turned on in case her teacher has to call me. So I left and ran to two stores and got back to the school with 10 minutes to spare - no phone calls. I was definitely anxious to see how she did.

When Zoe came out she ran to me all smiles and her teacher said she was completely different this time. Apparently Zoe talked Miss Jan's ear off today. Miss Jan also informed me that her son, now 21 years old, spoke exactly like Zoe does. So, she is very tuned to understanding a child like Zoe. I have to admit I'm thrilled with Miss Jan thus far. She really has handled Zoe well and at the same time has reassured me about Zoe's placement here.

But the biggest treat of all was Zoe's comment as we left school today. "I like speech now. I'm not going to cry when we go anymore." Amen to that!

My Baby Went To Speech Today (Or How I Went to Wal-Mart with No Kids!)

Zoe started speech class today. I was a little nervous of how she would react, because except for ballet class at the park district, Zoe has never taken any kind of class by herself. Ballet class was 1/2 hour a week and met only six times over the summer. Zoe cried for the last four sessions of ballet and wouldn't even dance at the parent watch class.

So, it was with some trepidation that I dropped her off at the Early Childhood Learning Center for one hour of speech with Miss Jan. I had been talking it up since her orientation last Thursday morning. She was excited to pick out her very own backpack, just like her big brother and sister take to school everyday. (She picked out one that had Princess Aurora, Belle and Cinderella on it, but the clincher for Zoe was that it came with a lunch box and wallet.) I hadn't had a chance to get her few other supplies that she needed, so this morning after dropping off the kids at school, we stopped at Target to get her four glue sticks, a box of tissues, and white index cards. She was thrilled with getting her supplies and eagerly watched as I placed each item into her backpack.

After a quick shower for me, I came downstairs to check on Zoe. Her Winnie the Pooh show was ending and we talked a little more about speech class. When it was finally time to go, she fussed a little but got into the van fairly easily.

When we got to the school, we got out and went into the lobby to wait for Miss Jan. Zoe played on the blue dinosaur there and made sure her backpack stayed on. She asked me a few times if I was coming with her, and I explained that Mommies don't go to the classroom. When her teacher came to pick her up, we found out that there are four kids in her group, three girls and one boy. She looked back at me with those green-brown eyes and waved goodbye as she took Miss Jan's hand. She did awesome, and I was so proud of her.

While Zoe was in speech class, I raced down the road to the brand new Super Wal-Mart and proceeded to buy everything on my list, plus several other things. Without any kids, I can be a fast shopper! I kept a close eye on my watch and was back at the school about 7 minutes before pick up.

When Zoe came out and saw me she talked a mile a minute. Miss Jan said that was the most she talked all class. Zoe did well, but got a little choked up now and then about Mommy, but then got over it. According to her teacher, she also didn't play with the other kids or toys, but she handled the situation. If you listened to Zoe tell it, you would think the teacher and Zoe were in different classrooms. Zoe told me she made lots of friends, that Miss Jan was her favorite teacher, she played with the toys, and that she didn't cry and did such a good job. She told me a lot more, too, but due to her rapid rate and being in the car, I just couldn't understand a lot of it. (The reason she's in speech!)

Anyways, it was a great first day from both Zoe's and my perspective.

Brilliant!

Any parent can relate to this Dad's song. Take a listen. Be sure and stay until the end, it's worth it!

Bad Morning

Well, the new school year has officially started at home. This morning was the first morning of having problems getting Ian ready to get out the door and off to school on time. This has been a recurring problem for the last three years, from when he started kindergarten. It reappears on and off all year, every year, and I still haven't figured out how to solve this problem once and for all.

During three years of bad mornings and bad feelings and bad behavior, I've come up with several modifications to our morning routine to help make our morning go smoothly. I have ensured that Ian has at least 20 minutes to eat breakfast, at least 20 minutes to get dressed, and at least 10 minutes to brush teeth and get shoes on. I also get out his clothes (he wears a uniform) to help move him along. I also will come upstairs after 10 or so minutes and casually check on him to make sure he's moving along. I will often give a reminder that he needs to get moving in a nice tone of voice if he's being poky.

Inevitably, after several good days, we have a morning like we did this morning. Despite plenty of time and at least three friendly reminders (I learned a long time ago that I didn't want to yell on a school morning because everyone leaves the house in a bad mood), the mood disintegrated quickly as I told him he was in trouble for not getting ready. Tempers flared and Ian mouthed off, causing TV to be revoked for the day, possible longer.

What really irks me is that I still haven't figured out a way to handle this problem. I hate getting myself and Ian all upset about getting ready to go to school in the morning. I feel bad for handling the situation poorly, and Ian is just mad - not a good way to start the day.

I really wrestle with how to handle this. Ian is very motivated by charts and rewards. But, I hate the idea of rewarding him for something as mundane and necessary as simply getting dress in a timely fashion each morning. I mean, it's getting ready for school, for goodness sake. However, part of me says, if using a chart and reward system makes the mornings go well, then that is exactly what I should be doing.

Then, the fact that Emma is now also getting ready for school and could probably get up 20 minutes before it is time to go out the door and still be ready with at least five minutes to spare adds a new dilemma for me. Should Ian be rewarded, but not Emma? Is that fair to Emma?

I remember from my teaching classes in college that a teacher can't be "fair" to every student in their class, at least not from an equal time/ equal effort for all students perspective. Some kids simply need more time and attention, for whatever reason. And as a teacher, I was told that being fair is giving to each student what they needed, not giving equal time to each child. That meant some kids took proportionately more of my time, effort, and patience than others. Just a fact of classroom life.

I guess being a parent isn't a whole lot different in that respect. But it's a lot harder.

Conversation In The Van

Zoe and I were coming home from taking Ian and Emma to school this morning when we passed the graveyard that is on the way. Zoe noticed and said, "People are buried there."

"Yes they are," I replied.

"I hope they're okay."

"Me, too."

"We don't want to be buried there. We want to go back to our nice warm home."

Yes. Yes we do.

School Is Back In Session

August is coming to an end and school is back in full swing. I'm getting up at about 6:15 everyday, making sure the kids are up (they have been up all three days so far, but once the newness wears off, I expect to occasionally have to rouse a kid at 6:40 or so.) I am now packing two lunches everyday, since my kids' school doesn't have hot lunches, and Emma is now in full day kindergarten!

Ian and Emma's first day was Tuesday and despite all of Ian's grumbling about the new school year starting, he was up and ready to go just like his little sister. Emma was up and dancing and singing about how it was her first day of kindergarten. She was ready quickly and couldn't wait to get dressed in her uniform. And while I remember thinking how grown up Ian looked in his navy blue uniform shorts and white shirt on his first day of kindergarten, there's nothing like a little girl's plaid uniform to really make it hit home that your child is growing up. Emma looked absolutely darling in her jumper and could barely contain her excitement.

After some obligatory first day of school photos in front of the garage, we loaded up into the van to head to Good Counsel. Brendan was with us, which made everything a little more special for Ian and Emma. We said our morning prayers on the way to picking up Hunter and Erin (our carpool kids) and had some excited chatter in the back of the van. Then, as our fifteen minute trip was nearing its end, Emma got quieter and quieter. She was definitely nervous, but putting up a stiff upper lip.

We dropped off Ian, Erin and Hunter and went to park on the street because the parking lot was completely full. On our short walk over to the kindergarten line we ran into Emma's pre-school friends and their parents. We snapped some photos and complimented each little girl on how nice they looked in their uniform. Then before we knew it, the kids were going into their classroom and kindergarten (and third grade) had begun.

Emma went in without incident and proclaimed on her arrival home that she loved kindergarten.

Yesterday was her first full day with lunch in the cafeteria, which went well despite a classmate's bloody nose. She bought chocolate milk without incident and loves her new Barbie purse shaped lunchbox.


Emma's off and growing up. Not sure when that happened.

65 YEARS!

Today we celebrated Brendan's grandparents 65th anniversary! It is absolutely amazing and inspiring to me to see these two wonderful people celebrating a milestone like this. Who can say they've been married 65 years? It's a small group, I'm sure.

The party was held in a lovely room right at Grandma and Grandpa McKillip's senior living center. There were delicious hors d'oeuvres, good drinks, and lots of wonderful people wishing Dick and Bernice all the happiness in the world. All but one of the ten grandkids were there, and all three of the great grandchildren (Ian, Emma, and Zoe!) were in attendance as well. We got to see all of Brendan's aunts and uncles and several other relatives, too.

I was asked to make the anniversary cake for the party and cheerfully obliged. I spent several hours looking at ideas and directions for making decorations on cakes and finally came up with a final plan for a three tiered cake, each featuring a different decoration, and topped with a bow. The entire cake was edible, including the bow on top. Inside was the trusty Snickerdoodle cake with cinnamon buttercream frosting, and it was all topped with homemade marshmallow fondant.


The cake received lots of compliments, but I'm glad I could do something nice for Grandma and Grandpa. They've always made me feel so special and welcome in the McKillip family, and it truly was my pleasure to create a one of a kind cake for their celebration.

Emma's Birthday Cake

Emma's fifth birthday party was August 4, a full week before her actual birthday, but the only weekend we could do it as we were in Wisconsin for her actual birthday. So, we invited a gaggle of five and six year old girls over to celebrate with Emma in the backyard.

Her theme was Little Mermaid/ Under the sea. Initially we had plans for a mermaid cake, not necessarily Ariel. However, Emma bought an Ariel Barbie doll at a garage sale early in the summer and decided she wanted a cake with Ariel on top. So, I came up with this little cake which she was thrilled with. I wasn't entirely happy with the outcome, I had visions of water breaking over the rock and maybe a few other neat details, but they did not materialize.



The girls played in two little pools we set up and on a slip and slide. Only one week from Ian's Pirate Party, Emma wanted to play many of the same games, so preparations for her party were pretty easy. We played treasure search in the sandbox where each of the girls took turns trying to see how many gold coins they could find in 30 seconds. We made an under the sea door hanger that each girl could take home at the end of the party. We had a water balloon toss which was incredibly cute. I don't think any of the girls stepped more than three to four feet away from one another! Probably the all time favorite game was the Mermaid Walk, renamed from the Walk the Plank game at Ian's party and repeated over and over by the party attendees. The girls each walked on a wooden plank that was stretched across a kiddie pool.

We then opened presents, ate cake, which many of the girls admired, and hit the butterfly pinata. We ended with a treasure hunt for the goodie bags. It was a fun little party.

Ian's Birthday Cake

Ian had a Pirates of the Caribbean birthday party with several of his neighborhood and school buddies for his 8th birthday last Saturday. We had all kinds of pirate themed games, a pirate chest pinata, and a treasure hunt for the goodie bags at the end of the party.

When I asked Ian what kind of cake he would like, he answered, "A treasure chest."

So, here is a picture of the cake:


I was really pleased with the results. The kids LOVED the chocolate coins and Ian loved his cake.

It is a big cake; I made it with two 13x9 inch cakes cut to make the chest. So we had a lot leftover, which normally would be great in this house, except I have another cake downstairs for this weekend. We are celebrating Emma's birthday and I had to make a Little Mermaid cake. Come back and look for pictures of it being posted soon!

The Glass Is Half Full-Kinda Girl

On Tuesday Emma went in for her kindergarten shots. No tears, no complaining. She did great.

Yesterday Emma woke up in a good mood. She sat down at the kitchen table and rubbed her right shoulder. She announced that the shots were working great! They had made the bones in her right arm stronger.

I was a bit puzzled and asked her what she was talking about. She lifted up her arm, displaying a very swollen right shoulder, "See, my bones are stronger."

Glad to see she looks on the bright side of things.

Umm, I'm not sure how to explain this to my husband. See, my kids were playing their usual games, namely, dump the books from the cabinet in the family room, climb inside, and shut the door. However, something went terribly wrong this time.

The cabinet is supposed to look something like this:

But now, it looks like this:

And this:

Maybe if he sees it here, before he gets home, my husband won't blow a gasket. Probably not.

By the way, the books are usually put in more neatly, but my only response to this whole fiasco was to have the girls put the books back in the cabinet by themselves. No help from me. Now that's tough love!

Conversation In The Van Today

At Christmastime it is cold and it snows.

Yeah, and Santa comes.

Mom, you know what? I heard the bells ring on Santa's slave last year.

Sleigh, Emma. Santa's sleigh.

Happy Birthday Ian!

Today is my oldest child's birthday. It was exactly eight years ago today that Ian was born and my life changed forever.


Ian, you have thrilled me, challenged me, and made me laugh and cry. You are a smart, funny, talkative, interesting boy.


I love your silliness, your ablity to talk nonstop about video games or Pokemon or whatever else is currently the object of your interest.


I have enjoyed watching you grow and can't wait to see where you will go inthe coming years.


Happy Birthday, Ian! I love you!

Funny Conversation

Zoe was in the living room when my friend, Amy, came by to drop something off for me. I answered the door, took my package, and said, "Thanks, Amy!" as she was leaving.

As soon as the door shut behind me, Zoe asked, "Why did you call her Amy?"

"Because her name is Amy. Mommy has a name, too. Do you know what my name is?

"Mommy."

"I have another name. Do you know what it is?"

Zoe got very quiet and whispered back to me, "No. Do you?"

Yes. Yes I do know my other name.

Being three is great somedays.

Bridal Shower Cake

This past weekend I was in Ohio, picking my kids up from Grandma and Papa camp. But, before I left on Friday, I made a cake for my husband's cousin, Martha, to be enjoyed at her bridal shower. My mother-in-law and Brendan's aunts were throwing a shower for her here in the Chicago area, and although I could not attend, I happily made a cake to be shared on the special day.

Her colors are going to be ivory and brown, so after many ideas and changes in plans, I came up with this cake:


This is my second cake using fondant. I make my own using the marshmallow fondant recipe. I was very happy with the results and thought it turned out very cute. Unfortunately since I was not able to attend the shower I don't know how it went over. Hopefully it was a hit.

Inside was a snickerdoodle cake with cinnamon buttercream frosting. I'm sure that part of it was enjoyed!

Here's one more close-up.

Generation Gap

Ian had his best friend, Parker, over today. On our way home from a visit to the pool the two were in the far back seat listening to the radio. Tom Petty's song I Won't Back Down was playing. All of a sudden I hear Ian say, "Hey, I think this song was in Barnyard"

Parker dutifully replied, "Yeah it was!"

They then went into a reverie of replaying certain scenes in the movie and laughing heartily.

Yeah, Barnyard, that's exactly where that song came from.