Wednesday, December 31, 2008
Monday, December 29, 2008
The new duvet cover actually goes with the orange chair and the light green walls and dark green carpet. I had a hard time finding anything that would work until I went over to Pottery Barn; they had several to choose from. It was a difficult choice. If you look closely at the fabric, you can see printing all over it, names and numbers of colors. I really don't like words/numbers on my fabric or in my art, but I like it here on my duvet cover. Strange.
I'll post more before/after photos when I find them. If I don't get distracted by underwear.
Saturday, December 27, 2008
Here I am getting all artsy-fartsy with my photography. Ever see a tree in the ice like this?
Friday, December 26, 2008
Sebastien is the bartender. He has some fancy moves, so he'll be great at it. I'm the chef, not the chet. Calvin gets to be busboy and dishwasher. This will keep him very busy. Lucy will be taking orders and helping bus. Isabelle will serve the food and drinks and do the fancy food arranging. Freddy gets to be the maitre d', the host of our restaurant. My friend Laura will have to make the aprons and placemats, whether she wants to or not.
Thursday, December 25, 2008
helping hands were offered...questions were asked (Can we open the presents now??) too many times.
Wednesday, December 24, 2008
Isabelle had a wonderful time. The next day she lost her final baby tooth while eating mashed potatoes, one of her favorite foods.
This letter says: Dear Susan, I'm sorry I was rude and disobedient. Next time I will remember to respect you and your rules. Sincerely,...
Shall I save it? I can give it to his fiancee in 20 years...or his children in 30.
Tuesday, December 23, 2008
Sebastien's secret spy stash. Now we know what he does for a living and why he travels so much. I only saw his collection of passports; I didn't find the cash from a thousand countries and the fake moustache, but I'm still searching.
Saturday, December 20, 2008
Isabelle used some of it to make this lovely Christmas melange. Isabelle is in charge of setting things out, things like our nativity figurines. She really enjoys doing it.
Tuesday, December 16, 2008
Calvin was 1 1/2 when Lucy was born. When we brought her home, he took a good look at her and then ignored her to play with a really big booger that he found in his nose.
He was 3 1/2 when Isabelle was born. First he asked me, "Who's that baby that you're holding, Maman?" When I told him that it was New Baby (Isabelle's name for 5 mths), he had to hug her. He pushed his way over to her forcefully. He would have knocked me down if he had to.
Lucy was almost two. She looked so cute. She had spent the day with a friend of mine, a supermom. She was freshly bathed and had her curly hair in ponytails. She looked at me and asked, "Kiss? Kiss?" I gave her permission, and she gave her new sister many little kisses. Those kisses would hardly make up for all the slaps across the face that Isabelle would get later on when she was stuck in a carseat or bouncy chair, unable to fight back. She in turn would step on Lucy with her huge bulk when she became ambulatory and Lucy went through a phase of lying around on the floor whining.
When we brought Freddy home, it was summer, and everyone rushed out to the car to see him. We opened the side door of our van (which Sabra now owns) and the children rushed in. Calvin was six and looked at me intently, asking, "Boy or girl?" He had been praying for a brother for years and years. I remind him of that when he is awful to Freddy, about every single day.
Lucy hovered over Freddy and touched him and kissed him. She would do that for the next two years. She was 4 1/2 when he was born. She used to get up early and be in charge of him while I took a shower. That meant hovering over him, talking to him and showing him things. She was great at it. When he was one, he would go to her if I wasn't home. He would fall asleep in her little arms sometimes. I wish that she still liked him. Maybe she would if he would stop making farting and belching sounds all the time.
Isabelle was 2 yrs 9 mths when Freddy was born. I remember her kissing him and then ignoring him. She was too busy to notice him for the next several months because she was trying to get my attention by throwing fits and stripping off all her clothes.
Thursday, December 11, 2008
No one guessed that I paint the airplanes (never...bad fumes).
No one guessed that I overhaul engines (helped install one long ago).
No one guessed that I'm the back-up pilot. I'm ALWAYS the back-up pilot when I'm in the airplane! If the pilot dies of a sudden heart attack or loose bowel, I'm it. But it's not my official job.
Now for the guesses...
Four of you thought web mistress. Nope. I'm not the mistress type.
Three of you picked human resources manager. Nope. I used to do this for the office (and I did it very well), but don't anymore. I've moved on.
Three of you picked spy, including Isabelle. I'm too well-known to spy. I did it once at an airshow though. I got offered a ride in a fast little red airplane.
Two of you picked custodian. Nope. I used to do that too. Never again.
One of you picked party planner. I wanted to do this, but Seb nixed it. He sees no place for impersonators at our Christmas parties. I must defer; he is the pres, after all.
One of you (who was it???) picked mail girl. That is my job. I started out as just mail girl, but was quickly promoted to mail and errand girl. I also quickly started an ongoing spat with Postal Employee #2. We have a truce right now, so no worries.
Monday, December 08, 2008
Because bankruptcy court is also where they hold special ceremonies:
Sunday, December 07, 2008
"Will I still be the same man after my trip to bankruptcy court? How will my life change? Will my wife still love me?"
United States Courthouse in downtown St. Louis. It's a beautiful building, and we hung out at the very top of it.
Saturday, December 06, 2008
fasting until mid-afternoon (very difficult)...
Thursday, December 04, 2008
Plus there is the severe emotional trauma this magazine is causing Freddy's feathered friends. Mr and Mrs Quackers thought that they were looking through a mag with some lovely nature scenes when they came to this article.
Now they are hiding in a closet, fearing for their lives. Their feathers are falling out due to stress. We can't coax them out; the damage is done.
On another note...I just started reading a famous, well-known (but probably not well-read) novel. So far we have many characters including the Great Beauty, who is extremely plump (oh, how times have changed!) and has downy hair on her short upper lip, and her husband who has this to say:
"Never, never marry, my dear fellow; that's my advice to you..."
He doesn't say that because she needs to shave. She really is THE GREAT BEAUTY of the circle, the most elite circle of high society. I'm hoping it gets better.
Tuesday, December 02, 2008
This boy of ours is doing a speech today in his speech class at school on...bowling. He had to choose something that he is interested in and/or participates in. But he forgot his visual aid.
I was going to go to the school to request (pester, harrass) that Calvin be accelerated. He has over 100% in his two challenging classes (geometry and French), and he's bored. Bored people get into trouble. But can I ask for acceleration (which they don't do) now? Or will they just suggest that he put some his unspent mental energy into remembering his assignments for speech class? We'll see.
Yesterday he came out of school chewing bubble gum. He's already sliding down that slippery slope into delinquency. I better do something now before he follows his father's footsteps.
Monday, December 01, 2008
to go flying with her papa...