Tuesday, August 31, 2010

First Match

Today, Maranacook High played its first match of the year.  Luke shot in the number one slot and beat his Waterville opponent, 41 strokes to 44.  Matthew, his golfing buddy from way back — o.k., two years — (in the third photo) shot a 49 and also won his match.

Photos taken 08/31/10

Friday, August 27, 2010

Happy Birthday, Luke

My first born turned 14 today.  It's a good thing life around here is so busy.  Otherwise, I might have had time to feel old.  Luke didn't get to golf today (tournament at the club), but he had a scrimmage with the high school golf team yesterday.  He lost his match by five strokes, but he's playing in the number one spot — not bad for a freshman.  Luke is a very good golfer and a wonderful son.  He's maturing into a nice young man, but — as you can tell from the last picture — not too quickly.

Photos taken (by Dennis and me) 8/27/10

Thursday, August 26, 2010


At 62 weeks, Stella is a toddler on the move.  When she slowed down enough for me to get photos of her face, she was quite willing to ham it up for the camera.

Photos taken 10/26/10

Tuesday, August 24, 2010

Mrs. MacGyver Here

It became apparent a few days ago that Mr. Coffee's switch was getting temperamental.  Today, it simply refused to work.  MacGyver, aka Dennis, to the rescue!  He opened his electrical repair box, took out some banana clips and a toggle switch, and voilĂ : the nectar of the gods — hot and aromatic — in my cup.

Photos taken 08/24/10

Monday, August 23, 2010

Shared Space

I walked into the living room a little while ago to discover Henry, Jack and Stella sharing Nana's chair.

Photos taken 8/23/10

Sunday, August 22, 2010

Another Painful Encounter

This time, it was for Caddie.  Last night, she decided to tangle with a porcupine she met in our backyard.  It was not a good idea.  Apparently, she wasn't the only one who made such a bad decision, though.  When I called the emergency vet hospital, I learned that three other dogs and a cat were in — under general anesthesia — getting quills removed.  Since it would've been an agonizing, 40-minute drive for Caddie, we decided to try pulling the quills ourselves.  Thankfully, Caddie was wonderful about it, even though each pull caused lots of pain.  There were more than a hundred of them.  The ones inside her mouth, including one that pierced her tongue, were the most difficult to get out.  The rest were in her chest and snout.  I think Dennis and I got every single one, except one embedded under the skin where her right, front leg meets her chest.  It's still very painful for her.  It should work itself out, but I may take her to her regular vet tomorrow.

Photos taken (by Luke and me) 8/21/10

Saturday, August 21, 2010

Rough Times for Jack

Yesterday afternoon, the hockey stick Bridget was swinging at a ball made contact with Jack's face and left a deep gash in the corner of his eyelid.  I staunched the blood flow and regained my composure before Dennis, Stella and I took Jack to the emergency room.  He did not get glue, because of the wound's location.  He did not get stitches, because Jack would've had to go under general anesthesia.  What he did get was a dollop of Bacitracin under some gauze and a Band-Aid.  Jack would also have gotten a tetanus shot, if he had not gotten one on Monday, after being scratched by the stray kitten (who got taken to the animal shelter by Animal Control shortly thereafter).

When we got home from the hospital last night, Jack slept and slept.  I tried to bribe him with food or drink, but he'd have none.  This morning, though, he agreed to a couple of Lifesavers, then choked on them.  After I gave him the Heimlich Maneuver a couple of times, he was alright, except for the sore throat he now had.  I made him a chocolate milkshake, but that didn't help his throat feel any better, so he's in my lap with his thumb in his mouth.

Photos taken (by Bridget and me) 8/20/10 and 8/21/10

Friday, August 20, 2010

Incredibly Soft

A couple of weeks ago, our friend Linda brought us the softest, most beautiful Alpaca blanket from Ecuador.  She and her husband had been there on a mission trip.  Henry and Bridget wrapped themselves in the softness, and got pretty silly, after staying up to watch the Perseid meteor shower last week. 

Photos taken 8/12/10

Thursday, August 19, 2010


Stella is 61 weeks old today.  She says very few words, but she is very good at communicating.  Stelly Bean loves to laugh and is quite capable of making others laugh.  When she's upset, though, the whole world knows it.  She had plenty of cranky moments today, but I managed to catch her at a good time:  when Bridget was playing with her.

Photos taken 8/19/10

Thursday, August 12, 2010


It's 60 weeks for Stella today.  She is busy.  She says a few words, like "Hiya."  When she wants a doll, she holds out her hands and makes kissing noises.  When she's given a doll, she hugs and kisses it, then pokes her fingers into its eyes.  The little miss is ... ahem ... naked in these photos, because she had just gotten a shower, after spilling white vinegar on herself while playing under the kitchen sink.

Photos taken 8/12/10

Monday, August 9, 2010

My Moral Dilemma

Yesterday evening, Dennis, Stella, Luke and I started up the driveway for our daily walk down the road.  A cat emerged from the woods across the street and started meowing.  When we returned from our walk, the cat followed us into the yard and meowed from the flower bed in front of the house.  This morning, it was meowing from the back porch.  Against the advice of a friend (who recently adopted a kitten she found outside her house), I fed the cat.  Now what do I do?

Photos taken 8/9/10

Friday, August 6, 2010

Brother and Sister

I love watching Henry interact with Stella.  He's sweet, attentive, and so loving.  When the cold of the Atlantic got to be too much for him, he was more than willing to spend a little time with his baby sister.

Photo taken, at Popham Beach, 8/1/10

Thursday, August 5, 2010


I had to get out a calendar to figure Stella's age, since I haven't done a Thursdays post in a few weeks.  This week's magic number is 59.  Stelly Bean sunk her cute, little teeth (repeatedly) into her first Whoopie Pie this afternoon.  As you can see, it was good.  But, don't worry, Stella didn't eat that entire, monstrous mound of deliciousness.  I made five Whoopie Pies: four went to my friends as a housewarming gift, and my six kids split the remaining whopper of a whoopie.  Maybe I'll make more tomorrow.

Photos taken 8/5/10

Wednesday, August 4, 2010

Happy Birthday Bridget

Bridget turned twelve years old on Monday.  She's growing into a lovely, caring, sweet, considerate, happy, young lady, and spending time with her is a pleasure.  On her birthday, I shared Bridget with her friend, Mair.  They spent the day creating, playing, entertaining Stella, and decorating a birthday cake. 

Photos taken 8/2/10