Calvin is not sure what to think of the pool at Deanna’s apartment.
Kaitlyn and Megan are enjoying the pool as well.
Snapshot : pool time!
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Snapshot: at the park
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Baby mugging!
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It sounds terrible but I hear that babies don’t mind being mugged at all. They tend to find it amusing, if they notice at all. See?

Have you ever mugged a baby? Have you mugged anyone at all? Leave a link to your own pics in the comments, or send me your pics and I’ll try to share them for you in a future post!
Snapshot: reading lesson
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Snapshot: morning Proverbs time
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This is what we do each morning just before Dad leaves for work. Weekends are hit or miss, but we’re well on our way to re-establishing this weekday habit.
My seat is to Perry’s right (your left, next to Rachael). We’re short this morning by two slackers and a baby, and Megan looks like she needs to drink a little more coffee.
Snapshot: ready for adventure
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Snapshot: fun with Mod Podge
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edited to add recipes below
To streamline cooking, we’re putting our frequently used recipes to the inside of the cabinet doors near the range. No more searching!
As requested, here are closeups so you can see the recipes we included so far. We’ll probably add more over time, but these are the ones we use the most.
Desserts:
Grandma’s Wacky Cake (also called Crazy Cake)
A rich, delicious Depression era recipe that contains no eggs, milk or butter. I think everyone’s grandma had a recipe like this.
- 3 cups flour
- 2 cups sugar
- 2 tsp. baking soda
- 6 Tbs. cocoa
- 1/2 tsp. salt
- 3/4 cup oil
- 2 cups water
- 2 Tbs. vinegar
- 2 tsp. vanilla
In an ungreased 9×13 pan, combine dry ingredients. Mix with a fork until thoroughly combined. Be sure to get the corners!
Add water, vinegar and vanilla all at once. Mix thoroughly again.
Bake 35 minutes at 350 or just until cake tests done. Don’t ice it, because the soft moist top is the best part! To make it special, dust with powdered sugar.
Chocolate Oatmeal No-bake Cookies
2 cups sugar
1/2 cup cocoa
1/2 cup milk
1/2 cup butter
1/2 cup peanut butter
1 tsp. vanilla
4-5 cups oats
In a 4 quart pot, stir together sugar and cocoa. Add milk. Bring to a boil over medium heat and boil 2 minutes.
Working quickly, remove from heat and stir in butter, peanut butter and vanilla. Confession: I never measure peanut butter. 1-2 big glops from a spoon will do nicely. Stir in the oats and drop by teaspoonfuls onto waxed paper. Remember, work quickly. If you are too slow your cookies will cool and set in the pan and you’ll be forced to eat the rest straight from the pan with a spoon. Not good for the hips.
Let cool thoroughly and enjoy.
Moist Fudgy Brownies from scratch
- 3 eggs
- 1/2 cup melted butter
- 1/2 cup cocoa
- 2 cups sugar
- 1 tsp. vanilla
- 1 cup flour
- 1 tsp. salt
- 1 cup chopped walnuts, opt.
Combine eggs, butter, cocoa, sugar and vanilla. Stir until combined. Add flour, salt and walnuts and stir again.
Bake in a buttered 9×13 for 25-30 minutes at 350, just until done in the center. Serve warm.
Breads:
Breakfasts:
Snapshot: laundry
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Snapshot : happy helper
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Snapshot: hair
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Snapshot : one way to escape dish duty
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Snapshot: time to celebrate!
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Perry finished his 1st grade math workbook recently, so the two of us are out for a celebratory milkshake. I have decided to make a tradition of this: your choice of $1 treats for any qualifying accomplishment. Yes, milkshakes at Chik-fil-a are more than a dollar but I have a gift card. Next up: Rachael is about to finish a reading book, while Bethany aspires to go 3 days without an accident. Yes, we will most certainly celebrate that feat when the long-awaited day arrives.
Snapshot: reading to little ones
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Snapshot: quiet time
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Snapshot: Princesses do school too
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A snapshot from our day
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Cooking: Leftover Oatmeal Muffins
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I’m turning this morning’s delicious leftover apple oatmeal into improvised muffins for today’s afternoon snack:
Pardon the brevity, but I’m posting from my phone. Want more posts like this? Let me know and I’ll try.
Update: The muffins turned out nicely, so here’s how I made them. I just browsed a cookbook for a muffin recipe that called for oats and altered it slightly to allow for the liquid already cooked into the oatmeal. I even mixed it up right in the pot where we had cooked the oatmeal.
Leftover Oatmeal Muffins
- 2 cups cooked oatmeal
- 1 1/2 cups flour
- 1/4 cup sugar (omit if the oatmeal is sweetened)
- 1 Tbs. baking powder
- 1 tsp. baking soda
- 1 tsp. salt (reduce or omit if you salted the water for your oats)
- 2 eggs
- 1/3 cup oil or melted butter
Combine all ingredients and stir just until combined. Batter will be thick. Fill greased muffin tins 2/3 full and bake about 20 minutes at 375. Let cool 5-10 minutes before removing from pan.
Wedding Q&A
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I shared a few photos and highlights from last Saturday’s wedding here.
Now to answer some of your questions:
What did you do for bridesmaids dresses?
There was only a maid of honor. Deanna gave her a color and some general guidelines, and she chose her dress. I think she found it at David’s Bridal.
What did you do for the reception, especially for food, venue, and flowers?
The venue was the fellowship hall belonging to the same church that owned the chapel, so that part was simple. It was just the right size for our group of 150 close friends and family members.
Centerpieces for the table were coke bottle vases with a tulle bow, each holding a red carnation and a small bunch of baby’s breath. They were simple and pretty, and everyone loved them!
For food, we served pulled pork and two kinds of sausage. I asked a couple of family members to bring specific side dishes, and a few close friends to bring veggie trays. They were thrilled to know how they could help. They provided two varieties of potato salad, a green salad, beans, and five veggie trays. We had intended to provide the sausage ourselves, but I asked a friend to grill it for us and she insisted on buying it as a gift. :)
To keep things simple, I specifically requested that veggie trays be brought fully prepared, with dip, and ready to serve. Since each contributor brought just a single tray, it wasn’t hard for them and it kept the workload on Saturday to a minimum. We also provided tons of watermelon, baby dills, etc. Drinks were sweet iced tea, ice water, coffee, and this punch, which got very good reviews both on the website and from our guests. It was light and refreshing, deliciously fruity but not overly sweet.
What did the bride and groom do for a honeymoon?
Since everything happened so quickly, they decided to wait and do something special for their first anniversary. In the meantime we sent them to the coast for a weekend in a beachfront hotel.
What does he do for a living? Where will they live? How is your back?
I don’t know how much detail about their personal life they want to share, so I’ll skip the first question. Deanna joined him in his home in San Antonio, so they’re near enough for us to see them regularly.
My back is behaving. It’s just sore enough now and then to remind me to get plenty of rest. :)
How much did you cry?
Not a bit. I cry when I’m mad or sad. I don’t usually do tears of joy, and this was a joyful occasion!
My children want to know who gets D’s bed/space etc
So do mine. ;) I don’t think there’s really any extra space, since she has been in the process of moving out for a while. By that I mean that her possessions have been spread out everywhere in preparation for the grand exit. I think her personal spaces just got absorbed gradually as she emptied them.
Best piece of advice for planning a wedding on a short time table??
Don’t sweat the details. Find out what the bride’s and groom’s priorities are, and focus on those. Make a list right away, so you know what needs to be done early and what can wait. Pace yourself – don’t be afraid to leave the easy things until later as long as you’re checking important tasks off your list.
We started with a guest list so that we could get a rough headcount and secure an appropriate venue. Then invitations went out (couldn’t do those until we knew when and where the ceremony would be!) so that out of towners would have as much notice as possible. After that, we started looking for a dress, because we knew it could take a while to find the right one inside our budget.
Clothes for the flower girl and ring bearer were next.
I had a hard time finding a dress that I felt was flattering in my third trimester, but in the end I found one I really liked – and of course this wasn’t about me anyway!
Food and decorations came together last. They wanted something fun and informal, and we knew we could make those decisions quickly if necessary. I nearly waited too long on flowers, but it turned out the florist had just what I needed in stock, so I was able to get a great deal and didn’t have to order 7-10 days ahead as usual.
Any helpful hints for cutting corners and keeping the cost low?
Accept offers of help. If somebody offers help that isn’t exactly what you need, thank them sincerely and ask if they would be willing to do ___ instead.
Ask for help. I felt very self-conscious about imposing on people, but every time I mentioned that I was hoping we could find ___, somebody piped up and told me how much they would love to help! My sister-in-law called to put me in touch with her mom, who was able to loan us tablecloths, punch bowls and serving trays. We asked to hire a young couple we know and love to play the piano and call the dances at the reception, and they offered to do it for free as a gift to the bride and groom. I asked a friend to grill sausages, and she insisted on picking up the bill for the sausages. We were able to borrow some equipment from our own church, and the church we rented had a well-equipped kitchen as well.
Ask for suggestions and input. This gets your creative juices flowing, and also gets others involved in ways that can prove helpful.
Do it yourself if you can:
- Kaitlyn and Deanna designed the invitations themselves, then we had them printed on ivory cardstock and cut by an office supply store. Ivory envelopes in standard card sizes came from Amazon.
- We couldn’t afford a high-dollar photographer and I’ve seen what the cheap ones get you, so we did photography in-house. We printed out a checklist for the formal shots before, during and after the ceremony, and enlisted a few friends with good cameras to help out at the reception. The bride and groom insisted that they didn’t want or need all the typical and traditional poses, though we did make an effort to cover the basics. What they really wanted is a fun way to remember the day, and I’m confident they will have it! This isn’t a corner everyone would be willing to cut, but it worked for us.
- The groom’s aunt did the cakes, and she did them beautifully!
What wouldn’t you do next time?
The photographer, who probably wants to remain nameless, says that she wouldn’t lose her checklist of important shots right before the ceremony.
I would be more organized about reception photography, which was more important to the bride and groom than the formal shots. I did enlist help from talented friends with good cameras and I’m sure we’ll have lots of great shots, but next time I would assign specific tasks to individual photographers to make sure all the bases were covered (e.g. First person get some nice shots of the food and people eating. Second person focus on the cake table, guest book, and other decorations. Third person take photos of dance, helpers, volunteers, DJ, etc. Fourth person focus on bride, groom and family members.)
I would stick to recommended amounts of food based on the number of people we expect, and I would trust the built-in safety margins. I wanted to play it safe – don’t we all? – and our guests ate less than half the food we provided. Of course leftovers are a grand thing, but we had a lot of food to pack up, haul back to the house and fit into the fridge! More conservative quantities would have been plenty, much easier to clean up afterward, and easier on the budget.
I would keep a more detailed account of our expenses so we can plan more easily for the next wedding.
These are all very small things because overall, we’re thrilled with the way things went!
And I can’t end this without special thanks to two of my friends.
While many of our friends and family contributed in various ways, two friends really stood out. Laralee and Laurie both asked what they could do to help. While I had intended to oversee the meal with help from my older daughters, I asked if my friends could make themselves available while we were occupied with post-ceremony photos. These two dear ladies absolutely insisted that I not plan to work during the reception – they entirely took over on my behalf. When one apologized for being “too bossy” about the idea of me helping out, I thanked her heartily and assured her that her own willingness to step in and take over allowed me to step down without guilt.
Laralee and Laurie and their families made the whole process go better: both had helped with other weddings, and brought a lot of expertise to the table. They helped with planning, asking good questions that hadn’t occurred to me. They helped with set-up, serving, and cleanup afterward. They enlisted help as needed from others and made sure that all the bases were covered. They each contributed some nice touches of their own to the setup and decor. They worked tirelessly to make sure we didn’t. And I’m sure they did a lot that I will never know about. :)
Without friends like these, I think the wedding would have been an entirely different experience, and I’m thankful to count their families among our close friends.
Sunday pictures
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Eek! I completely forgot to take pictures last week because we were at a birthday party for my adorable cousins in Austin. This week, I was in Fort Worth for a family reunion, but lucky for you Lydia and Megan had the presence of mind to do my job for me. Aren’t they sweet? Since I didn’t take a picture if my outfit (which wasn’t spectacular anyway) I’ll just rent and rave about my new (used) boots that I got from goodwill!


They’re real leather, pre-worn in to perfection, and have gorgeous fabric on the inside, which I love in clothes! It’s like someone added a little touch as a special favor to you, just so you can smile when you put them on. Oh, and they’re half a size too big so I can wear them with big poofy socks in the winter!

Lydia wore one of her favorite polka dot skirts with some new black Chucks she got from Platos Closet.

Megan seems to have tried on quite a few of my dresses, from the very full state of her bed and empty state of my closet, and settled on this one. That’s ok, it looks better on her.

Parker with his first pair of real Converse that we got him for his birthday, along with a vest. Isn’t he handsome?
Weekly Sunday pictures!
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I know I’ve promised weekly posts multiple times and failed every time (sorry!), but this time I think it will be easier to keep it up, because I just got a smartphone (yaaay!), so I can post on the hour drive to or from church. Basically, I won’t have time to procrastinate! My plan is to post pictures of Megan, Lydia and me (and whoever else is close by), probably without many (or any) words, because as much and as well as people write I’ve always loved looking at pictures they post. It’s so much more personal and easier to process, it gets the point across better, like a little peek into someone’s life.


Happy birthday, Parker!
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Today is 2 great holidays wrapped up in one: National Chocolate Ice Cream Day and Parker’s 2nd birthday. Ice cream was one of Parker’s first words and favorite foods: he often shortens it to just ICE, which explains why he used to be so disappointed when he asked for ice and we gave him a cup of ice water.
He also loves chocolate. Yesterday, he asked for a cup of milk, his favorite drink. He knew some of his siblings had milk too and strongly suspected it was chocolate. When Deanna handed him a cup of plain milk, his face fell and his verbal skills exploded: “No, Nanna! Chocolate! Guys: chocolate. My chocolate!”
Of course we celebrated with chocolate ice cream sundaes. Unlike most people, I think Parker’s birthday suit is chocolate ice cream.
A few things about Parker:
Most people say Parker looks like me – his mom – while PerryBoy looks like his dad. See?


Here’s the funny thing: PerryBoy looks like his dad now, but not at all like his dad as a little boy. He looks far more like his [paternal] grandfather did when he was a little boy.

Parker, on the other hand, looks very much like his Dad did as a toddler and not at all like me. Observe:
He’s a charmer. He like to test people and push boundaries, but he does it in the most charming way possible. If we catch him doing something bad, he smiles sweetly, apologizes enthusiastically, gives a hug and kiss, and inquires politely about forgiveness.
If we catch him at something so bad we can’t keep a straight face, he dispenses with apologies and poses for the camera that he knows is coming.
He’s a momma’s boy in spite of my best efforts, but that’s ok. He’s the good kind of momma’s boy.

He loves his brother dearly, and does his best to be big like him.

He is enthusiastic about everything in life, and makes us laugh every day. We love our little guy!
Superheroes among us
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And they stopped long enough for us to catch them on film!
These guys are serious. See their muscles?
Under their supercool suits, they’re just regular guys.
They spar regularly to keep their muscles warmed up and ready to fight evildoers.
Practicing a new move. See Batman concentrating?
When they’re not busy fighting bad guys, they’re the best of friends.
Wait – did someone say bad guys? Up, up, and away! Oops. Wrong superhero.
To the Batmobile!
Zoo photos
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Last week while Perry was at a hunting ranch with 6 of the children, I took the other 4 to the San Antonio Zoo. It was a warm, breezy day and we had a wonderful time as the 5 of us ambled slowly around, taking in the sights and sounds. The kids found the smells less than delightful, but I reminded them that it was a package deal – much like small children.
They were delighted at the prairie dogs, who were likewise delighted with us. We found one little guy right at the glass, wagging his tail and watching passers-by.
We watched as 3 porcupines had a pushing match over lunch. They were understandably courteous, but even so one wound up with a quill protruding from his cheek. On our last visit, these guys were standing up against the fence letting us pet their soft noses.
Observe the fearsome jungle fowl, safely behind bars. Judging from his secure enclosure, he must be more dangerous than the tomistoma, who was just inches out of reach with nothing but a waist-high fence between us.
The massive 12-foot tomistoma, a freshwater crocodile. I would love to say I touched him, but his tail was just 3 inches out of reach. Instead, I just lingered at the enclosure, amazed and horrified at his size and proximity.
This Nile Crocodile was nearly as close, but there was thick glass between us. I don’t know why; he seemed friendly enough. See how he smiled at us?
I went around to get a better picture from another angle, while Becca and Parker stayed behind.
It took me a minute to figure out what we’re looking at here. Can you see it?
I was so tickled to see the proper end of the hippos this time! I love hippos, but I love them best when we’re not watching their bottoms do what hippo bottoms do best.
I don’t know if every zoo is like this, but the San Antonio Zoo is full of metal sculptures of the animals. We love to take pics of the kids on every one that we come across.
Becca doing what big sisters do best. I’m so glad she decided to stay home with me and the little ones.
Have you ever held a bald eagle? Have you ever seen one small enough to sit in the palm of your hand?
Ride ‘em, cowboy!
Bethany: “Mom, can we take a picture in the fake broken-head turtle?”
On the baby elephant, just outside the elephant enclosure. We stopped here for lunch and watched the elephants eat, too.
Becca insisted on taking my picture on the baby elephant. ”Was I making a weird face in that one?”
“Well,” she replied. ”I did say I wanted to take another one…”
On the komodo dragon. I don’t know why, but I find them fascinating. The real ones here are every bit as big as the sculpture, and almost exactly the same color.
Two children, two sloths.
And our traditional zoo day finish: everyone on the lions at the entrance/exit. Bye, zoo animals! See you soon!
In which I do not act my age: Grown woman on the ropes
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I learned a few things about myself on the ropes course over the weekend. For example, I used to think I was a little nervous about heights. Now I know that I’m actually terrified of them. Strange, since I spent much of my childhood climbing really tall trees, but I never tried jumping off of them. Just looking down was enough of a rush for me.
That knife that twists in my stomach when I’m up high looking down? Apparently not everyone gets that.
Nonetheless, I like to face my fears. I don’t like saying or even thinking the word can’t, so if something scares me I’m even more determined to do it. Also, I was sure it couldn’t be as difficult or scary as it looked. For goodness sake, there were 12 year olds making a good go of it!
All the way up there, huh? That’s really high.
“Just to make sure we’re clear: I don’t care if all the kids think you look like Jesus. You drop me, I kill you before I hit the ground.” OK, I didn’t actually say it, but doesn’t it look like I’m thinking it?
Up the pole. This is the easy part. I like climbing. Climbing is fun. Climbing is my favorite part. Why can’t we just have a course that goes up? Why do we have to have the down parts?
Oh, we can actually use the safety rope to balance? In that case, this part isn’t as hard as it looked.
Now to cross the cables. Difficult but not so scary, even if I don’t lean on the safety harness. Walk on the bottom cable and hold the upper one. The upper cable comes down and joins with the one I’m walking on, so balancing becomes more and more difficult. Then another cable rises from the one under my feet, and I tranfer my grip to that one as I continue to slide my feet slowly to the left, one at a time.
Slow, slow, sloooowww…I am totally focused on keeping my balance. I have tunnel vision. All I can hear is the reassuring voice of Jesus Dan at the other end of my safety rope, and I have no idea what he’s actually saying to me.
I’m past the hardest part and feeling more confident. The hand cable is rising instead of falling. Now I can speed up. Oops. I lose my balance and my feet shove the lower cable straight out. I throw my arm over the upper cable, catching myself before I fall. That’s gonna bruise (it did – I have a big nasty group of bruises on my inner arm), but at least I can climb back up without aid and finish.
Made it! Almost done!
Just across this pole, switching handholds from one dangly rope to the next. Harder than it looked from the ground, but refreshingly easy after crossing the cable.
Did I mention how high this whole thing was?
And a quick jump off a perfectly good solid platform into nothingness. I like ziplines, but this? I was shocked at how hard it was to make myself jump. I wasn’t just sliding off the platform with a zipline handle in my hands. This was a leap of faith. There was a lot of slack in the harness that ran between me and the cable, and this was my first experience with freefall. I stood there for 15 seconds that felt like an eternity before I finally just mentally shut my eyes and jumped.
I let out a whoop on my way down, but Perry insists that it sounded more like a scream of raw terror. It was a whoop. That’s my story and I’m sticking to it.
After that, it was on to the so-called Pamper Pole.
Did I really promise to do this if Perry did? Did anyone actually hear me say it? Unfortunately, there were witnesses.
Fine. I’m almost done anyway, right? I like climbing. Going up would be relaxing if I wasn’t haunted by thoughts of what would come next.
Those gymnastics lessons 28 years ago are finally paying off. I’m scared silly, but I could stand here all day. Balance is not a problem. Actually, I can’t stand here all day. Eventually that old guy holding the other end of the rope will want to go home.
OK then, on a count of 3…
Oh, you said 3 already? Once more. 1…2…
3!!!
AAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!!!
Never. Again.
Well, maybe next year.
Church retreat. Is it supposed to be this scary?
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Yes, I know. The church isn’t supposed to be retreating. We are to advance, as an army victorious! But we took a break to rest, regroup, and retreat over the weekend, and we liked it!
Last year’s gathering at Piney Woods was our first, though the event had been happening for years without us. This year, the kids wouldn’t let us off the hook. We were forced to go. They even paid for a portion of it when we hemmed and hawed about the expense. There was no way out. It was awful.
I jest.
It was wonderful.
Aside from canoes and kayaks and friends and fabulous food, it was also peaceful and beautiful and just plain fun. Bethany was in awe of “pumpkin pines” all over the ground – pine cones, of course – and PerryBoy (who has announced his intention to be known as Batman Perry or Monster Perry rather than Little Perry) spent nearly the entire time in a canoe perfecting his paddling technique.

The girls had a grand old time at the dance on Saturday night, topped off with midnight pizza, while the grownups stayed up way past bedtime. Perry and I learned to dance the exhilarating and complicated Posties Jig with 3 other couples.
Lydia, Natalie and Perry rocked the airsoft war. I think our girls put to rest any doubts that young ladies could take the heat, and Perry (Big Perry, that is. Not Batman Perry) had a glorious scene as Rambo in which he ran through the woods mowing down rows of outclassed combatants with his superior firepower. He expects to come up against some heavier weaponry next year.
And then there was the ropes course.
Kaitlyn suited up first.
She’s fearless. See her fearless face?
The first part of the course was climbing a pole and walking across another pole, using the rope as necessary to balance. Kait did it with panache, I think. I’m not sure what panache is, but it sounds cool and collected.
Lydia suited up too, and took on the course.
After the balance beam, the next task was to cross the converging cables. Stand on one cable and hold the other in your tightly clenched fists. As you inch along, the cable in your hands converges with the one under your feet, then another cable rises from your feet. The trick is to keep your grip and balance as you transition from one to the other.
Megan did it too.
Her favorite part of the course was the zipline. She didn’t even hesitate when it was time to jump off and freefall into the wild blue yonder, waiting to reach the end of the slack in the harness.
Oh, did I mention that a few adults did the course too? There were 3.
I know this guy:
He did the course just like the kids, zipline and all – but that’s not all. I haven’t told you yet about the scary part of the ropes course. Oh, you thought it was scary already?
The second part requires an additional harness. They call this part of the course the Pamper Pole. I’ll let you figure out why.
When you reach the last step, you’re not done yet.
Stand upright and brace yourself. The next step’s a doozy.
Technically, you’re supposed to try to catch the trapeze. Good luck with that.
I know this is a photo-heavy post. Maybe you’d like to be done now? But I have a few more photos I’d like to show off. I did the ropes course too. It was THE MOST TERRIFYING THING I’VE EVER DONE. CAN YOU SEE ME STILL HYPERVENTILATING 2 DAYS LATER?
I think I was more scared than anyone else there. For that, I get a separate post. Also, I have a knot in my stomach just from looking at the photos of my turn. I’m not sure I can edit and upload them without a drink first. What? I’m a presbyterian.
Happy birthday, Lydia!
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Lovely Lydia is 15 now, so here are 15 of her past Facebook profile pics. I think they speak volumes about her. Don’t you?
She’s beautiful…
but she’s not as sweet as she looks.
She loves animals.
And loves hanging out with her homies.
Well, maybe more than a little.
She has amazing hair.
Lydia has a glittery personality: sparkly and beautiful, with sharp edges. Beware the tongue. She loves to argue!
She has a dark side…
But it’s all in good fun!
She’s one cool cat.
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Have I ever mentioned our birthday wall? It’s a long line of framed, matted photos: one for each member of the family, taken on or around the first birthday. It starts with Perry III and proceeds in order all the way to Perry IV.
The statement above merits two corrections:
- Since it begins with Perry III, it doesn’t proceed precisely in order. I’m older than he is. Who knows how much older I am? Now who is going to keep their mouth shut about it?
- Since it ends with Perry IV, it doesn’t include one for each member of the family. Since Perry IV is only 6 weeks old in his 1st Birthday Photo, one could even argue that it doesn’t technically include him. Does the phrase ovarian guilt seem appropriate here? I think it does.
This week, I’m going to stop procrastinating. Well, I’m going to stop procrastinating on that one particular project. I’ll stop the other procrastination later.
I dug up all the best photos I could find that were taken around Perry and Bethany’s first birthdays, and am trying to decide which to use for each of them. Parker will be easy since his birthday was just a month ago and we now have an awesome in-house photographer who specializes in close-ups of young children.
Why am I telling you all this? Not just so you can feel superior because you took 1st Birthday Portraits of all your children. I’m telling you because I want your input on which photos to use. Just have a look and use the poll below each group to tell me which one you think best captures the child’s personality. After all, if you read my blog you probably know as much about my children as I do. At least you know the good stuff about them, which is what we want to remember.
Bethany #1
I love the happy, relaxed look of her smile here and the blurred background. I can tweak the color if I use this so she doesn’t look green. I could have tweaked the color before I showed you the pic so I wouldn’t have to explain, but I was procrastinating. It’s my super-power.
Bethany #2
I love her eyes here. Can you see the combination of brown and green? Her eyes are still so mixed it’s hard to say what color they are.
Bethany #3
A little bit of an odd pic, but the faint crooked smile with thoughtful eyes is a common facial expression for her.
Bethany #4
I love Bethany in this one, but Kaitlyn might want to cry or die or kill somebody if we post it on The Birthday Wall. The fact that Bethany is partially or entirely sans clothes is also very typical of the child. Lord help us.
Bethany #5
Her pensive look. Isn’t she sweet?
Bethany #6
The composition isn’t great on this one, but I love, love, love the expression on Bethany’s face in this one!
So which is your favorite? Keep in mind, I can tweak the color, possibly soften the background and remove small elements here and there, but since I pulled them from web versions we won’t be able to crop them.
And now for The Boy, who is no longer the boy, but one of the boys.
Perry #1
Busy background, but that’s my boy. Busy, and smiling.
Perry #2
With his Grandma C. It would be nice to have a pic of her on the Wall of Fame.
Perry #3
In his suit at Miss Peanut’s wedding, Perry’s cousin. What a little man!
Perry #4
This one is busy too, but I think he’s highlighted enough that it would work well matted and framed.
Perry #5
Two of my favorite, most handsome guys in one pic. It’s a double feature! This is my favorite. Am I right, or am I biased? Maybe both. What do you think?
Perry #6
I love that he’s smiling in this one, and I love the incongruity of a man in a suit lying in an infant seat. But – tell me I’m weird – does it look like he’s being laid in a coffin?
Perry #7
His expression in this one makes me laugh every time I look at it. Is that enough of a reason to choose it?
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Help me out, friends. What do you think?
Beach trip 2011
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Just in case you’re wondering, the beach was wonderful, incredible, exciting, fabulous, amazing, adventurous. How could it fail to be any of the above and a hundred more synonyms for fun? It was the beach. Some of us thought we would love to own a house on the beach and live there. Some of us thought the novelty would wear off too quickly. I would love the opportunity to learn who is right and who is wrong.

Since we were going to spend 2 nights and 3 days there, I hatched a plan to aid the sunblock and delay the inevitable sunburns: we would spend a few hours on the beach early in the morning, then for the heat of the day we would hide in our hotel rooms or the beach house rented by the extended family. The little ones could have their naps while the big ones played cards, visited, etc. After a siesta, we would once again hit the sand and play for the rest of the day while the sun sank low behind us.
We left our house insanely early Monday morning and arrived around 11 AM after a 5.5 hour drive. Immediately ditching the anti-sunburn plan, we all donned swimsuits, slathered on the BBQ sauce, and hit the surf.
We saw the standard seagulls, but also huge brown pelicans, soaring and diving around us. How can something so ugly be so majestic at the same time?
We saw whole schools of fish at the crest of nearly every way, all around us. We laughed every time one flipped out of the water and flew back in. We squealed at the seaweed brushing our legs, suspecting jellyfish instead. I spotted dorsal fins moving back and forth, surfacing and disappearing just beyond the nearby sandbar. When I pointed them out to the others with me, we convinced each other that they were just dolphins (I know, I know. They’re really porpoises).
When we spotted a whole school fever of stingrays (yes, I had to look it up )on the crest of a wave 20 feet away, we decided it was time to join the little kids on the shore.
Late in the day Perry Boy spotted something alive on the shore. He screamed and pointed, “DAD! I see something like a CRAB!” It was a big crab, which we carried back in a bucket to show the rest of our group. Fortunately we got a picture of the exact moment he spotted it.
The next day, our plan fell through. We slept right through the cool morning hours, put on more BBQ sauce, and climbed back into the frying pan. It was great.
OK, I’m exaggerating a little. First we went to the free aquarium at the nearby Texas Sea Center, where I looked long and hard at the dorsal fin of every single shark on display. I was relieved to see that none resembled the dorsal fins I had seen the day before. They were just dolphins. Right? Right??
At the Sea Center, we crowded around the touch tank to touch all the different types of crabs – hermit crabs, shameface crabs, stone crabs, blue crabs, spider crabs.

We looked in the other tanks at the endless varieties of fish, large and small, drab and colorful.
We saw electric eels and morays.
The little kids had great fun making crayon rubbings at an art station, and left all of them lying there.
A few of the kids bought shark tooth necklaces for $2.
And then they begged to go back to the beach. Of course, nice parents that we are, we obliged.
We sauced up and hit the sand again while the sun was still at its peak. By the end of the day, most of us were nicely toasted.
Dinner was our first-ever shrimp boil. I think everyone agreed it was glorious, and we plan to do it again soon with or without seafood. My mom was wishing she had thought to serve meals that way back when she was serving 3 meals a day to 10 or 15 kids. Just think of all the dishes that would be saved! Then she realized that she did think of it, but Dad wouldn’t let her feed us from a trough. Somehow it seems much classier when you do it in a beach house.

At some point, a couple of the girls realized that they had hatchling crabs in their swimsuits and they showed us the tiny things, barely visible to the human eye. We compared notes and realized that the faint itchy/pinchy feelings we had all experienced in the water were probably not ant bites like they would have been at home. No, you don’t get ants in your pants at the beach. You get crabs in your swimsuit.
After a little thought, we cautioned the girls against telling people that they had crabs. Nice girls don’t get crabs, and we didn’t want to give people the wrong idea. Tact and discretion required a more precise name. We had infant crustaceans in our swimsuits.
On the last day, Kaitlyn made an incredible lifesize mermaid in the sand with lovely seaweed hair. Isn’t she lovely? My sister has a picture of Kaitlyn lying on the sand with her mermaid friend. I’m watching facebook to see if it shows up…

Oh, wait. She’s not a mermaid. See? No tail. Here’s a pic with Rachael and the sand-maiden:
Our last stop before we left town was the jetty, about a mile down the beach. Mom and some of my sibs drove over with us, and we all had a long, leisurely amble far out into the ocean.
The sun was blazing down on us but the breeze made it bearable, at least for those of us who had more tan and less burn. We finally got to see dolphins with dorsal fins that matched what I had seen while swimming.
We saw a freshly killed sea turtle with a plastic line wrapped around one flipper, and wondered just how it had died. Did a fisherman kill it because it had fouled a net? Did he find it suffering and kill it out of mercy? Did it simply climb up on the rocks to die? My brother took it by the line and swung it back into the water, avoiding the puddle of blood around it.
We saw schools of much bigger fish than we had seen swimming, and I saw several groups of what looked like angelfish. Perry suggested that our stingray sighting was actually fish like these, but Deanna accused us of ruining a perfectly good stingray story and I agree. They were not flat fish. We saw stingrays in the water.
We saw several piles of small fish that had been caught in nets by some of the fisherman. They had picked through them for bait, then left the rest to die on the hot rocks when they were done fishing for the day. Natalie and Becca were horrified at the waste of life and threw the ones that were still alive back into the water. I concurred. Hunting and fishing are good stewardship, but wasting the resources God has given us is just that: wasteful. Why wouldn’t these fisherman want to throw back the little ones for another day?
We found multitudes of tiny snails on the rocks where the waves washed against them, and I gently pulled some off to show Perry. He was scared of crabs, but loved these little guys. He was disappointed that he couldn’t take them home to keep as pets, but we assured him they would quickly die.
Credits for the photographer for most of the photos in this post:
er…the big guy. Not the little redhead, though I’m fond of her too.
4 Moms: Cooking with little ones without losing your sanity
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Welcome back to the weekly 4 Moms post, in which 4 moms with a collective total of 35 children share our knowledge, experience and and helpful tips in maintaining health, order and sanity.
This week we’re talking about cooking with little ones. We don’t mean that in the same sense as when you cook with butter or onions. At least that’s not how I understood it when we agreed on the subject. Maybe you and I should visit the other 3 moms to make sure we’re all on the same page.
Oh, good. Now that’s settled, let’s move on.
I’ll just be upfront about something: I am a clean cook and a control freak. God has used my children to soften some of my rough edges, but I have also learned to work within my boundaries. When I cook with little ones, if we want to end the experience on a pleasant note and with happy memories, we have to follow a few ground rules.
Really, just one rule goes a long, long way: One helper at a time. There are a few events and recipes which lend themselves well to multiple participants, but in general this works best for us. The others can watch quietly, or they can wander off until I call them for their turn. I cannot abide a free-for-all shouting/squealing/shoving match in my kitchen with 4 or 5 short people jockeying for the stool closest to the mixing bowl. We all have more fun when we do it my way.
See? Isn’t she sweet and happy? Nobody has pushed her off the stool yet because I’m the only one in the kitchen with her.
“I’m stirring it with a spoon, Mom.”
The photographer insisted that we get the classic shot of big hand/little hand together on the spoon.
The photographer specified it must be a wooden spoon.
I’m actually not the only one in the kitchen, but you got the point didn’t you? Besides Bethany, the photographer and me, we also have an eager young cook. I don’t classify Becca with the little ones because she can cook on her own. She was either dying to help Bethany, or to get in the photos. She brushed her hair first, which seems like a good clue.
Bethany helped with the dry ingredients, then it was Perry’s turn. He specializes in cracking eggs. Just look at the level of concentration he puts into his egg-cracking assignments.
CRUNCH!
Now we’re stirring. Look: intense.
“Salt? Salt is gross! Why do you put salt in a cake?”
Rachael came on board once the batter was mixed.
She’s stirring too. I think the photographer was distracted by this point, because there are no photos of Rachael cutting up butter, chopping nuts, or licking the spatula.
She mixed up a streusel topping. Not everything we do is fancy, but when you’re inviting 3 separate helpers for the same recipe, having several distinct steps can help preserve the peace.
And here’s our streusel topped batter, ready to go in the oven.
We forgot to take another photo when it came out, but we’ll be enjoying the fruits of our labor for breakfast.
Want the recipe?
Apple Streusel Cake
- 3 cups flour
- 2 cups sugar
- 3 tsp. baking powder (we use 1 tsp baking soda plus a little vinegar in the milk)
- 1/4 tsp. salt
- 1 1/2 cups milk
- 1/2 cup butter, melted
- 2 tsp. vanilla
- 2 eggs
- 1 large can apple pie filling (we used a quart of homemade)
Streusel topping:
- 1/4 cup flour
- 2 tsp. cinnamon
- 2 Tbs. brown sugar
- 2 Tbs. butter
- 1 cup chopped walnuts
Stir together flour, sugar, baking powder and salt. Add milk, butter, vanilla and eggs. Mix thoroughly. Spread half of batter in a buttered 9×13. Carefully spoon on apple pie filling, spreading as evenly as possible. Top with remaining batter.
For topping, combine 1/4 cup flour, cinnamon and brown sugar. Cut in butter, then stir in nuts. Sprinkle over batter.
Bake 45-60 minutes at 350.
Did you notice that this post is mostly photos? That’s the biggest point I want to make about cooking with little ones. It’s not so much about what you make, as it is about working together and making memories. If everyone is smiling in the end, it’s a job well done. If it tastes good and your kitchen is clean, so much the better.
Upcoming topics for 4 Moms 35 Kids:
- February 17 – Spending individual time with your children: isn’t the very topic enough to make you feel guilty?
- February 24 – Q & A. Got a question? Leave it in the comments on my last Q&A post. Or you can email me, but I promise you right now I will lose your email and forget to answer your question for 15 months. By then, you probably will have found your own answer.
Sugar cookies and other sweet things
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I put off the sugar cookies for the first 2 weeks of December because I was afraid the mess would endanger my sanity, which would in turn leave my kids scarred, causing them to grow up and hate Christmas and/or sugar cookies. I just wasn’t sure it was worth the risk.
But I’m a wild and crazy person and I hate to let myself be ruled by irrational fears or OCD, so we decided that today was the day. I was on my own with all the big ones gone, but I didn’t let that stop me. I whipped up a double batch of sugar cookie dough, poured a tall glass of milk, and called the little ones into the kitchen.
No, she doesn’t have smudges on her face from making cookies. This poor child always looks like this. I wash her face every 20 minutes all day long, but you’d never know it. Good thing she’s so cute.
I never noticed in real life, but in photos my hands look just like my mom’s. I hope my kids will look down at their own hands someday and have sweet memories of doing things with their mom.
Gold sugar sprinkles for the bells and stars, red for the candy canes, green for the wreaths. We’ll add stripes, dots and other details with white icing later. No, I’m not a control freak. Why do you ask?
See? Not a control freak. I let her mix gold, red and green for her stars. Well, the last three stars. All the others were done correctly.
He takes his food seriously, and he thoroughly agrees that cookies ought to be decorated in their proper colors. He’s on my side.
More sweet stuff: this boy is so sweet we call him Sweet Pickle. I know his ears stick out, but that doesn’t keep all the girls from falling for him. I don’t just mean his sisters. Everywhere I go, he flirts with the ladies and makes each one feel special. ”Did you see that,” I hear them whisper. ”He’s so cute, and he smiled at me!”
Puppies are almost as sweet as kids making sugar cookies. Want one? A puppy, I mean, not a cookie – though we would be happy to include free cookies with the purchase of any puppy. Purebred Golden Retrievers for $350 to $400, ready just in time for Christmas, and we’ll throw in lunch if you come pick up your Christmas pup in person.
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