Sunday, October 25, 2009


It's a week away, but this was a bigger secret than I could keep. Harry has dubbed it the fat chicken. I'll get one of her and the Ninja Turtle next weekend. But really, now that you've seen it, could you have possibly lived another week without it?

Saturday, October 24, 2009

Uncle Dan

The other day, while walking home from school, Harry declared that his Uncle Dan was smart because he was a scientist. Of course, I couldn't leave well enough alone. I asked if I was smart. Harry agreed. I asked why. He said: Because Uncle Dan told you his scientist stuff.

Who would blame me if there was coal in that kid's stocking this year?

Thursday, October 22, 2009

A new friend

On Saturday, I went to the Badger football game with Lora. Despite the awful performance on the field, Lora and I had a lovely time (except the part where the heat in her car runs constantly, again, let's all be thankful for deodorant and cooler temperatures).

Pete, the best husband around, was supportive of this activity. In fact, so supportive that he not only stayed home with our kids, but also watched Lora's sweet daughter Claire for the day. Claire is just a few months younger than Harry, but equally as bossy. It was a match made in heaven. Or Rosenberry, 6th floor Chadbourne, circa 1992.

I think they might be married. At least Lora says they are. But you can't always believe someone who buys meatball cars and drives a bright blue PT Cruiser while waiting for delivery.

Caption contest

Because, really, what am I supposed to say about this?

Wednesday, October 21, 2009

Cheyenne and Alex (the girl)

Our dear sweet boy still likes me to walk him to school every morning so he has 'someone to hug' right after the bell rings. He also will still hold my hand on the way there and is thrilled to see us when we pick him up. He also reported earlier in the year that he and Cheyenne would always play 'Ben 10' at recess. And then a few weeks later he reported that Cheyenne only wanted to play with Neil. Sigh.

I have been dutifully attending PTO meetings and chatting with the other parents on the playground. I hadn't realized the dangers of this until Monday morning. Cheyenne's mother came over to chat.

Cheyenne's Mom: So, Cheyenne told me something interesting on Friday.
Cindy: Oh?
CM: Yes, she said, 'Harry kissed me'. I'm not worried, or making a big deal or anything, I just wanted to let you know.
Cindy: Interesting. I'll talk to him.

Bell rings. Kiss and hug boy good bye. Walk home. Call Pete. Relate story. Pete's response: 'Did that hussy ask to be kissed?'

Later that evening.

Cindy: Harry, did you kiss Cheyenne?
Harry, smiling: Yes, and Alex the girl. And Mrs. Osell didn't see me.
Cindy: Did they ask you to kiss them?
Harry: No, I just did it.

Short age appropriate discussion about only kissing girls when they ask you. And that the teacher will find out and there will be all sorts of trouble.

Honestly. I am so. not. prepared.

Monday, October 19, 2009

This is why we live here

Since it's about to get cold and then get worse and I'm about to start whining about same (along with the itchy skin, which is already here), I thought I'd better post about yesterday, which was the perfect fall day. Warm sun, clear sky, crisp breeze and so on.

After church, the 4 of us and friends Amy and Birger headed over to the Elegant Farmer in East Troy. We enjoyed hot ham sandwiches and apple pie. Yes, that apple pie. And it was so good. Although, some of us preferred to be a bit of a grouch and only eat cookies and chocolate milk.

Someone else ate everything. And used her sweet red coat as a dust mop for all the hay and dirt all over the floor. It's ok, if she has to eat a bushel of dirt, she'd better get started now.

On our way out, Harry and Suzy stopped for a wooden pony ride and a look at the pumpkins.

On the way home, we stopped at Weston's Orchard for apples to make pies of our own (Birger made his already, my apples sit sadly on the counter waiting for a better life). Just as we were leaving for a walk through the Orchard, Ken came by with some Blenheim Orange apples. It was ridiculously crunchy and apple tasting. If you're still eating grocery store apples, STOP NOW!

Photo credits to Amy Horst

Tuesday, October 13, 2009

Birthday cake possibilities

So far, these are the top contenders.

1. Bourbon pumpkin cheesecake
It has graham crust, which is always preferred, since the freak of nature I call a husband doesn't like pie crust. And then there is the beloved pumpkin.

2. Tiramisu cake
The coffee is right in the cake. With booze. Need I say more?

3. Crepes Suzette
I know it's not a cake, but that girl owns him. He hasn't got a chance.

4. Mississippi Mud Cake
It has coffee AND booze.

This might seem like a lot of trouble, but really, have you seen him? With the blue eyes bluer than the water with the sun sparkling on it?

Monday, October 12, 2009

Simultaneously in love and ever-so-slightly alarmed

You have those moments with your spouse, too, right? Like when you realize that right now, instead of watching Monday night football, he's watching 'Craft in America' which happens to be about people who make pottery. Or last week, when he watched a program about Beowulf* instead of Spike TV.

I mean I love, love, love that he's watching this. But then I think -- 'you're watching program about pottery?'

It's his birthday on Friday. And I'm not going to forget this year. And I have to find another cake to make. I've got a few possibilities in mind, but my week is quickly dissolving what with reading meetings at school and other such nonsense.

*yes, yes, I know Beowulf is all about stabbing things.

Ok, I was just about to push publish post when the love of my life wandered over here and read this post and uttered, 'dammit! I forgot about Monday Night Football!'. Sigh.

Friday, October 9, 2009

A little pink pincushion in underpants

Do you remember that Calvin and Hobbes where Calvin declared the doctor thought he was 'a little pink pincushion in underpants?' I'm sorry to say that's what our girl was today. 4 shots, with 2 more to come in another month. Necessary evil? But, really, why would you do that to someone who looks like this:

All she wants in the world is a tractor ride. And some shoes. And a piece of cake. And that ice cream you're eating. Oh, and a bite of that cheeseburger would be nice, too.

Anyway, our vital statistics today:

Weight: 19 lbs 9 oz, 25 percentile
Length (Height?): 30", 80 percentile

Tall and skinny? I can hope...

Thursday, October 8, 2009

A magic carpet ride

I know, it's a little out of focus, but my life has been a little like that lately. A few nights ago, Harry asked Pete for a horsey ride. Suzy saw what was going on and I could just see her little brain grinding away, trying to figure out how to get in on the action.

My mom is doing well - recovering from surgery nicely. I've been very thankful for the ability to work at her house over this past week, to keep her company. We've gone for lunch a couple times and today I took her to the yarn store. The steady stream of visitors and cards have been wonderful - she said the other day, while bringing it the mail, that it was 'like Christmas' with all the cards that are coming. I've had a lot of people ask what they can do - please, send a card - she loves them. Let me know offline if you need her address.

Meanwhile, besides being a little out of focus, I'm doing ok. And I've got to go, or I'm going to be late for my massage!

The window display

Or deee-splay, if you're Harry.

We've managed to assemble our entire collection of the Lego City line and they are currently on display at our local public library. They will be up for the entire month of October, and Harry's class has a walking field trip there later in the month.

He's very excited, and neither Pete nor I are at all grumpy about the fact that we were up until midnight the night before we set this lousy display up building the Coast Guard stuff.

Saturday, October 3, 2009

A place to sit

The other morning, I was at the sink cleaning up and I heard some rustling behind me.

I'm not sure how she heaved her skinny little self up there, but she was awfully cute. Meanwhile, our girl has decided that walking is much more fun than crawling (although crawling is still faster) and cups are much more fun than bottles. It's been a productive month!

Her birthday

We had a lovely birthday brunch last Sunday. Lots of good food and 2 cakes! Suzy pounded her fists on the table until the cake was shoveled in, but did you expect anything else from her?

Meanwhile, my mom is doing well. She came home yesterday and will meet with an oncologist in the next week or so to determine a plan of care, which will no doubt include chemotherapy. I know life isn't fair, but it seems to me that if you do chemo once, you shouldn't have to do it again.