Thursday, November 26, 2009

The End

Of life as we knew it.

Wednesday, November 25, 2009

Tuesday, November 24, 2009

Keddi's Bday Soiree

Mom's birthday was a couple weeks ago, so last weekend the family convened in the booming burg of Calico Rock for a parTAY. It was a fabulous time. Love you, mom.

Happy birthday, to you.

Madeline has dear Aunt Judy right where she wants her.

Madeline also has dear Uncle Paul right where she wants him.

Meredith dressed up, put on some lip gloss (by the looks of it), and was the face painter for the party. I got a monkey. Aunt Judy made a better choice: snowflake.

When your Keddi is a lifetime elementary school teacher, there are die cuts for every occasion and every day is craft day.

Oh, zee babeez. Zay are so prayshus.

Thursday, November 19, 2009


Me: Mer, go downstairs. I'll be there in a minute. OR
Me: Mer, go set up the tea party. I'll be there in a minute. OR
Me: Mer, please be patient. I'll be off the phone in just a minute.

Mer, this morning: Mom. A minute is a long time, I've discovered.

Also, she has really become obsessed with previews. Which she calls poems.

Tuesday, November 17, 2009


"Meredith, go see if your sister is awake."

Thursday, November 12, 2009

When Naps are Not Required

I don't MAKE Meredith take a nap anymore. But she always does. The difference is that first she spends about an hour and a half destroying her room and then usually ends up sleeping someplace strange. Like today, for instance. In her sister's bassinet.

Also, Meredith would like to type something on her blog. Here goes:

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Tuesday, November 10, 2009

We're All 35 Now [Strike That. Some of Us are 35. Some are 34. And Kate Still Laughs at Numbers.]

Good heavens. Spickler is the baby of the group [editor's note: actually, he's not] and he's 35. He wanted to go to Montgomery Bell State Park, so we did. (It was, after all, a good idea).

They plotted.

And performed.

They did not plot.

Grownups plotted to read. They did very little of that.

Grownups plotted to eat. They did quite a lot of that.

She was heartbroken when Walt decided a hike didn't sound like fun.

She recovered and played in the creek.

She fell in the creek.
The End.

Thursday, November 05, 2009

News Flash

You may not have ever heard this before, but things get a little busier when you double the number of children you have. Weirdest thing. So here's some pics, cause it's been awhile, and the girls aren't gettin' any younger.

Meridy's class went to see The Toymaker's Apprentice at The Circuit. It was really pretty wonderful. We were all entertained, including Madeline, who laughed a couple times. Babies think slapstick comedy is great.

Grandpa came for a nice long visit. Since he left, she's refusing all veggies. Come back soon, Grandpa!

Two teeth in three weeks. No need to maintain that pace, little one.