Sunday, November 29, 2009

A Quiet Moment

Jack still finds my arms better than most places.

Photo taken by Dennis 11/28/09

Thursday, November 26, 2009

Thursdays





It's Thanksgiving, and I know what I'm thankful for this year. Stella turned 23 weeks old today and got photographed by Dennis, me, and Luke, in that order.

Photos taken 11/26/09

Tuesday, November 24, 2009

Gee-gaws





When I cleaned the living room the other day, I took the crystal and glass from the mantel, washed it, and re-arranged it. The dice, old Christmas lights, and pumpkin candles add color and an extra layer of glittery goodness. (I love glitter.)

Photos taken 11/23/09

Monday, November 23, 2009

An Old Ride




One of these photos showed up on my monitor this morning. When Jack was much younger, he liked to ride around on the dust mop. He had so much fun doing it, I seldom minded getting interrupted, even though I was probably desperately trying to accomplish a task that seldom got tackled.

Photos taken 6/15/07

Sunday, November 22, 2009

Peek-A-Boo






Guess who!

Photos taken 11/22/09

Thursday, November 19, 2009

Thursdays






Stella turned five months old yesterday, but is 22 weeks old today. She can't sit up on her own yet. We're working on it, but for now, she's "the Leaning Tower of Stella."

Photos taken 11/19/09

Wednesday, November 18, 2009

No Self-Esteem Issues Here


My boy Jack is one cute three-year-old. Today, he said, "Stella likes me."

I replied, "Of course she does. What's not to like? You're a sweetheart."

"I know I am," Jack said.

Photo taken 9/7/09

Tuesday, November 17, 2009

Crispy


Last week, the kids and I enjoyed homemade potato chips. They were relatively quick to make: peel and slice (using a mandolin) a bunch of baby gold potatoes; coat slices with olive oil; place, in a single layer, on a cookie sheet; salt; and bake at 375 degrees F until crispy. Add more salt to taste, and enjoy. Luke finds them especially delicious when dipped in Sweet Baby Ray's Barbeque Sauce.

Photo taken 11/13/09

Saturday, November 14, 2009

Gin


Dennis likes to drink it, but I like to play it. The other day, Luke and I had a game or two. I won.

Photo taken 11/12/09

Friday, November 13, 2009

Pen and Ink


In my former life (before Luke was born) I collected pens and bottles of ink. On our first anniversary, Dennis gave me a Parker fountain pen, and I was thrilled. I still have it, along with a Rotring, a Waterman, glass pens, dip pens, and even quills. My ink collection includes reds, blues, pinks, greens and purples. The other day, when using a dip pen and India ink to write a verse inside a card I was creating, I thought, "Why don't I use a dip pen and a beautiful ink everyday? Why am I saving them?" So, today, I used J. Herbin's Encre Bleu Pervenche to write out my grocery list, and, I must say, the task was a little less mundane than usual.

Photo taken 11/13/09

Thursday, November 12, 2009

Thursdays






Stella is 21 weeks old today. She's made great progress in using her hands to manipulate objects. She uses her big, blue eyes and lights-up-a-room smile to manipulate me.

Photos taken 11/12/09

Wednesday, November 11, 2009

Enjoying the Weather


It snowed last week.

Photo taken 11/5/09

Tuesday, November 10, 2009

The Next Stage






Yesterday, we put Stella in the trusty Exersaucer for the first time. I wasn't sure that she was ready for it, but she certainly seemed to enjoy it, and found the spinning monkeys especially fascinating.

Photos taken 11/9/09

Monday, November 9, 2009

What's Your Favorite Color, Baby?


Maybe I should start dressing Stella in blue. It brings out her eyes.

Photo taken 11/7/09

Friday, November 6, 2009

To the Canadian Border, at Least


My mom baked amazing bread, cookies, and pie. Mmmm, pie. Her apple pie was unparalleled, at least for us kids. My Dad, however, claimed that the best apple pie he had ever eaten was made by his Aunt Eleanor. Dad grew up in Antigonish, Nova Scotia, and Aunt Eleanor lived close by. Whenever Mom made apple pie (nearly every Sunday, fall and winter) Dad would cut a slice, pour Canadian tea (the only kind worth drinking, he claimed) into his bone china cup (who can drink tea from anything but?), and--after a bite or two--pronounce the success or failure of Mom's efforts by stating the name of any town between Millinocket and Antigonish, the closer to Antigonish, the better. Her pies always made it to the Canadian border, and most of the time, all the way to Halifax, but never to Antigonish. (It's hard to compete with a special memory.) Of course, Dad's true opinion was usually not announced until after he had made a tongue-in-cheek claim of "East Millinocket."

Last night, the kids and I made the pie pictured above. Dad would be dissatisfied with the gluten-free crust (can't quite blame him, but what can you do?), find the apples a touch too firm, and wish for a little less cinnamon and nutmeg. But, our pie would probably get to the Canadian border, if for no other reason than the fact that his beloved grandchildren had a hand in making it.

Photo taken 11/06/09

Thursday, November 5, 2009

Thursdays






Stella turns 20 weeks old today. As the snow came down outside, she spent some time hanging out with her big brother, Jack. Two days ago, she had her four-month checkup, where we learned that she weighs 16 pounds, 16 ounces, putting her in the 90th percentile; she is 26.25 inches tall (95th percentile) and has a head circumference of 16.75 inches (75th percentile).

Photos taken 11/5/09

Wednesday, November 4, 2009

Jack's Hair




At more than three years of age, Jack still has not had a haircut. His blonde hair is quite thin, and although it's long in spots, it's still rather short overall. The top of his head is one of the long spots: so long that his older sister fashioned it into a ponytail. I guess it's better than the dresses she put on Sam when he was a baby.

Photos taken 9/20/09, 10/15/09, 10/16/09

Tuesday, November 3, 2009

Halloween: Back at Home






Dennis took Bridget, Henry, and Sam trick-or-treating. Luke, Jack, Stella, and I were perfectly happy to stay home, even though the evening was a downright balmy one. When the costumed candy marauders got home, they quickly set to inventorying their takes and destroying evidence. Jack was happy to help in that respect. Henry found that his Jedi disguise hindered the post, treasure-nabbing opperations, so he quickly shed it. That's him, by the way, with head submerged in his pillow case/candy bag.

Photos taken 10/31/09