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our grammy

   Posted by: liz

their love was what novels are written about, turned into movies that open in the summer and make all who watch it wish they had a fairytale beginning, middle, and ending in their own relationships.
it was high school, there was a chance meeting at a water fountain and the rest is history. it was war time, so the boy had to go fight. he returned home early to marry his girl (in a whirlwind weekend winter wedding where two other war brides were married, all borrowing the same bridesmaids dresses) and then finished his job at war, praying he would make it home to begin his family and build the rest of their lives together.

and he did, and so they had the perfect family (one boy, one girl) and raised them in the 50s and 60s in smalltown america. those kids married and had kids of their own and “grammy and grampy” were born.

grammy passed away on sunday, after a few difficult years in a nursing home after she had suffered a few strokes. we all miss the grammy that she was to us grandkids, and the mom that she was to my mom and uncle, but i’m sure he misses his bride even moreso. 67 years of marriage.



when your baby turns 6…

   Posted by: liz

…you find ways of avoiding their baby pictures for fear of falling into a nostalgic tailspin. you look at every single one of them any way and still distinctly remember of the first minute you laid eyes on him.

…you look at your family of rapidly growing boys and wonder what the teen years will look like, and you’re not exactly sure whether to laugh or cry at the thought.

…you can’t wait for your boys to be teenagers so you can have deep conversations with them. then you remember the incredible conversation you had with them just this past week and you wonder when they went from babble-speak to intelligent question asking. 

…you pray fast and hard as you fall asleep at night that you didn’t do anything major to screw them up for the past 6 or 8 or 9 years (i’m not the only one, am i??).

…you keep hugging that “baby” and saying things like, “six years ago i was in so much pain, but it was SO worth it!” and he looks at you like you’ve been in the sun too long.

…you wonder what it’s like to be six again.


adam henry, there is nobody like you!  we love your excitement and your love for living. we’re so thankful we were chosen to be your parents!  happy 6th birthday!


i love our city!

   Posted by: liz

techinically, we’re much closer to the city of Butler, which was recently named one of the 10 best small towns in the U.S. according to the Smithsonian magazine,  but today, i’m referring to Pittsburgh (which also has its ranking in a popular magazine lists), the city in which i grew up. i still think of Pittsburgh as “our city” since we’re really only an hour outside of it, and kenny and i met and started our family there. although i’m now a 6-year-old country girl and could seriously consider growing old in the country, i still think The City is a great one.

our big-little city brings the best in the worlds of culinary arts, theatre, sports, music and family-friendly educational centers (ie, museums). it’s been a long time since we just spent a day walking around the wonders of pittsburgh, but this weekend we were able to do a bit of that on saturday with friends that just recently moved to pittsburgh. it was as if we were tourists, and they were our tour guides.

we started with breakfast/brunch in the Strip at Pamela’s.  kenny and i used to frequent the shadyside, oakland, and squirrel hill locations but had never been to the Strip location. i just noticed that their web site lists two other locations that we need to check out (millvale and mt. lebanon). Pamela’s has been around as long as i can remember. there are many, many places to get a good breakfast in the ‘burgh, but Pamela’s seems to always win out. it’s because of their crepe pancakes. Even President Obama prefers Pamela’s over any other Pittsburgh breakfast.

after a very filling breakfast, we hit up Peace, Love, and Little Donuts for some…little donuts! they’re so small that even after a huge breakfast, a few bites of a non-greasy-tasting lovely little sugar-cookie donut was perfect. we had to take a stroll through the Pittsburgh Public Market since it was on the way back to our car where we were pleasantly surprised to see an old friend in her own traveling espresso business, Caffe d’Amore (hey, sarah!).  i love that pittsburgh has added a “covered market” to its already long list of awesome offerings. i think the public market will grow into something bigger as it “gets older.” it’s a great location (the strip!) and it offers quite a lot of different things: food, drink, local, art, etc.

we then headed over to the Carnegie Science Museum where i wasn’t sure how long we’d stay due to some over-tired boys. but as it turned out, it was the best medicine for the grouchy,tired youth in our midst. we stayed in the SportsWorks center the longest (an hour and a half? two hours?) and then hung out with the robots and the miniature trains on the second floor. by then we were all tired and headed home.

that was a 6-hour day in the downtown area of pittsburgh and it was full of awesome. we didn’t even touch the other great pittsburgh things (theatre or outdoor summer concerts), so we have many more day trips in our future. when we moved WAY out to cow-country, i vowed to take day trips with the boys into the city at least every-other-week. that never happened. it turns out there is a lot to do out here as well, if you don’t mind a slower-paced way of living. which i have grown to love.

but it’s a reassuring to me that the city is just a short drive away, and if i’m craving some thai food, or a BIG library, or an outdoor music festival on a hot summer night, i know just where to go.

some pictures of our time at in the city with the Marquiss family ~ 

adam, climbing the 24-foot climbing wall. 24-feet doesn’t sound very high, but it was high enough if you ask me!


happy camping

   Posted by: liz

our family of five enjoyed survived our first camping overnight this past weekend! the last time kenny and i camped was when sawyer had just turned 1, and rowan was 2. that was much easier, and from what i remember, we were serenated by screech owls all night long.

the older boys had a cub scout overnight this past weekend, and i decided at the last minute to join them (since other families were camping, and it wasn’t just a scout camping night).

we arrived friday evening around 6:00 and immediately pitched our tent. we have a new 8-person tent that is easy to put up, and the boys helped kenny so i could snap pictures. the boy scouts were busy starting a fire while we pitched camp, and then the boys found the rope swing, which kept them and their friends busy for at least the next three hours. until the marshmallows were opened. kenny and i didn’t leave the camp fire from 7:00 until 10:30 as the temperature was dropping rapidly.

the low on friday night: 28 degrees farenheit. that’s FOUR degrees below freezing.
the last time i camped, we did not have an air mattress. this time, kenny packed our queen air mattress (for my sake, i’m sure!). i was looking forward to sleeping on cushy air this night! unfortunately, when we got to our tent at 10:30, we noticed that our air mattress had a hole in it, and it was already nearly deflated.  time to put on my “happy camper” face and just get through the night. we were all armed with mummy bags that were rated to 20 degrees, i changed my clothes to warmer clothes and put on wool socks. the boys hunkered down into their bags and fell asleep and slept most of the night (a few bathroom breaks here and there). i found out right away that mummy bags make me claustrophobic. that’s not good when any exposed skin inside the tent immediately started to freeze. it was either claustrophobia, or freeze. i guess i chose the latter, as i froze all night long.

what got me through the night was thinking and then praying for all those who were having more uncomfortable nights than me. occassionally i thought about how katniss could survive the lows temps without a sleeping bag in the arena, and then i realized that was fictional. then i was thankful that at least the boys were sleeping soundly.  the night could have been so much worse, even though i was the coldest i’ve ever been, and you know how i don’t like to be even a little bit chilly!
when 5:30 rolled around, i think i had about an hour of sleep total for the night. kenny woke up and i told him it was already 5:30 – time to get up!  problem was, neither of us wanted to get out of our sleeping bags. i sat up and covered my head and he finally put on layers and started his camp stove for coffee. fifteen minutes later, he handed me a travel mug full of camp coffee: it was the best cup of coffee i ever had!  better than seattles best, better than caribou. i drank it inside my sleeping bag in a sitting position. i finally got warm enough to change into my clothes and met him at the campfire where he was heating up more water for the boys’ oatmeal.

i then drove home. i know, i’m such a wimp!  i waited to make sure there was a roaring fire for the boys to warm up at, since they weren’t starting off warm. rowan didn’t leave the fire, and the other two boys didn’t have much energy for the morning activities either. i drove back to pick them up at noon and we were all home, showered and thawing out by 1:00 pm. the fireplace, the hot shower, our warm pajamas all day long was a welcome treat after such a cold overnight.

the bottom line is: the boys had a great time. friday night at the campfire, eating s’mores and roasting marshmallows, playing with their friends on the jungle gym and rope swing kept them busy and warm. saturday morning wasn’t very fun for them, but it wasn’t enough to keep them from camping again! they’re excited for their next camping trip already!



once upon a time….

   Posted by: liz

…there was a girl who liked to be on stage. but not until she was about 16 years old, and only when she didn’t have to sing. in front of people. because that was one of her worst fears: that she would be forced to sing in front of somebody else.

so she acted and did shows like Our Town and The Crucible…then onto Electra, Two Gentlemen of Verona, and The Three Sisters. Then Lysistrata (and is still heart-broken over not getting a role in Dancing at Lughnasa). Finally, she graduated college and moved to London where she saw great theater in the land of “theatre.” And when she mvoed back home to the States decided to try to audition again.

and it was no good.

she gave up after a few shows where the theater companies were anything but friendly, and the roles were always given to company donors, and she lost her love of being on the stage, but never for creating. she found a love of directing high school shows and even a community show or two.

and then she met him. he acted. and sang. and played piano. and didn’t care that the girl didn’t like to sing. he married her despite her flaws and even got her to sing one day. in front of PEOPLE! in church. they left their love of the stage on the back burner for several years as they began their family, getting involved in small creative roles here and there. but never on a stage or in a theater.  their three darling boys had a penchant for soccer and running and swimming, so years of sports teams were on the horizon for this girl and boy (now “mom and dad”).

but then one day, the boys started making plays and magic shows and songs with motions for their mom and dad. and mom and dad wondered if there was a way to introduce them to…the stage.

and then…a miracle!  (sorry, not really a miracle, but it’s a line in my favorite movie, Amadeus, when Solierie’s father begins to choke and ends up dying and he describes that as a miracle….i know it is horrible but it was a funny moment in the film) an open invitation to be in a local musical!

the mom and dad didn’t tell the boys that musical was called Cinderella (because really they had no idea who Cinderella was any way). and the boys grew to love their time rehearsing, and when the time came for the show to go on, the boys became enamored with the performance, the audience, the laughter and clapping, and friends backstage, and lots of cards and candy, and time spent with each other for hours on end.


we were proud as punch for the work that rowan and sawyer put into their first ever musical but come on…the stage parents of the younger cast need to be appreciated too. i mean i heard some stage parents lost toenails during the grueling week of tech rehearsals!  :)  i wouldn’t trade last week for almost anything. it was crazy, with late nights and way too much fast food, but it was a great experience for all of us.

the company members of Sing Hosanna! (the community who put this show on) were so great. we’ve never worked with such a big group of great people before. from the youngest of the young ensemble, to the parents who put in hours of supervising, to the show’s principle roles, everyone was so great to work with. i was so happy seeing kenny on the piano again. he works hard providing for his family, but i know he loves music so much. i was so glad for his creative outlet during this show (and i love seeing him in an orchestra pit!)

sawyer asked if we could start a new musical this week. i think we’re all appreciating the break, although we’re all experiencing a small amount of “let down.”  fortunately we had a big play date after our co-op yesterday to keep us from moping about.  and finally…i’m putting a full home-cooked meal on the table for dinner tonight! :)

Sawyer, Rowan, Anthony and Chesna:

Practicing the waltz before the show (with one of Cinderella’s stepsisters who helped the kids so much with their choreography):

Makeup! (Rowan was worried he had to put it on himself. I was relieved to find they didn’t have to!):

The Closing Number with fairy Godmother:



a country drive

   Posted by: liz

what a great weekend to have no plans!  we’ve been running constantly since christmas break with every single weekend being full of plans. this weekend has been open on the calendar and i’ve been fiercely protecting it so that it wouldn’t fill up with plans. last night, as we were all falling asleep kenny and i noted how nice it was going to be to have TWO FULL DAYS of no plans.

so this morning, we all slept in (yep, until 7:15!!!) and made pancakes and (turkey) bacon and eggs. then we all sat around and read, played the piano. around 9:30 kenny and i decided to take my spinning wheel to a local woodworker who specializes in antique spinning wheels. it was going to be a nice country drive, so we packed some snacks and headed out around 10:30.

on the way up north, we saw the most spectacular thing in a spring-budding tree. a bald eagle, perched directly over the road. we turned around to let the boys see it and to snap a few photos. it didn’t like us sitting right under him, so he took off right in front of us – a HUGE, lovely bird (click to enlarge).

we arrived in mercer at Nashannock Woods a few minutes later and were greeted by the friendliest, sweetest puppy-dog (and we aren’t dog people!) and a very kind woodworker named Chris. we brought in our wheel and were entertained by josie the dog while chris examined the wheel. his wood working shop was filled with antique wood – tables, chairs, spinning wheels, bowls, hutches.

after only 5 minutes of looking at the wheel he told us it was 150 years old, made in canada. it doesn’t need that much work – just a new bobbin and an adjustment to the “mother-of-all” and the pedal. spinning wheels are his specialty and his shop is full of different ones.

i’m so excited to pick it up in a few weeks and start practicing on some roving i’ve been saving up for when the wheel is fixed.

we hope to have the sheep shorn in the next few weeks and i’m getting the wool fleeces professionally cleaned (because…ewww!). i’ll card and rove them and then put the old spinning wheel to the test.

stay tuned for some more daisy-and-violet handspun skein.


leap years and birthdays

   Posted by: liz

it’s been a whirlwind of events over the past few weeks…

Leap Day!  It was a bad, bad day. A boy waking feverish in the night, and then our laundry room ceiling leaked poured rain water all morning due to heavy rain and a very old roof. Kenny had just walked into his office when I called him, begging him to come home and fix the leak (really, the word “leak” is such an understatment!). He did. He took the morning off, stopped at Lowes to get some roofing supplies, and drove all the way home to fix the roof. In the pouring rain. I married a saint.

My Birthday! I turned 39 on march 7th. I’m very opposed to hiding your age. What does that tell people?  Why are women not supposed to reveal their age? Why can’t we stand proud and tall at the experience under our belts?  I turned 39, was spoile rotten by my four guys, and now I’m counting down the days until my 40th birthday next year!  I can’t wait!

Kenny surprised me with theatre tickets. He arranged for a babysitter last Tuesday, and off we went down town Pittsburgh for dinner and a show. Dinner was at Olive or Twist and the show was around the corner at the Pittsburgh Public Theater (The O’Reilly Theater) where we saw Freud’s Last Session.  It’s a two-man show, a hypothetical meeting of Sigmund Freud and C. S. Lewis. We both thought it was really well done, and gave both men equal footing in the argument.

My favorite C. S. Lewis line, at the end: “My idea of God changes over and over again. He changes it.”

It’s been a long, long time since we’ve been to a show. We’ve seen a few musicals here and there, but a straight show, in an intimate theater like the O’Reilly is something we haven’t done in years. It was so good to be back.

The theater bug has bitten.



officially a non-preschooler family

   Posted by: liz

Since the minute I found out we were pregnant with Rowan over 9 years ago, our world has been full of finding space and time for…newborns, toddlers, onesies, homemade babyfood, tactile learning, pincer grasps, crawling, vaccinations, Baby Einstein, Word World, and Veggie Tales.

We are now officially past all of that. Well past all of that. When I (slightly jokingly) suggested earlier in the week that we snuggle up and watch an Elmo video together, all three of the boys scoffed and yelled how “babyish” Elmo is. Then I suggested (again, jokingly) that we curl up with some Baby Einstein videos and they all looked at me with a blank stare.  How could they possibly have forgotten the hours of brilliance we watched together with classical music and moving toys on the screen? Weren’t they ever-so-slowly becoming baby geniuses? (By the way, you can now watch full episodes of Baby Einstein videos at youtube)!

Of course there are days where I have a hard time with all this time passing quickly. But honestly, I love each and every stage so much, and the life of parenting boys just gets more and more exciting as they get older. Sure, I look at old photos of diaper-bulging onesies and toothless grins, mashed peas all over a smilng baby-face and videos of the sweetest little baby voices. but now I get to have honest-to-goodness conversations with those smiling boys. I love being with them every day as they grow up!!

My last pre-schooler, five-year-old Adam’s only goal in life is to catch up with his brothers in all things academically. He’s very committed to his reading and math because he like being able to sit with a book like his big brothers have been doing recently. He is about to finish the 9th book in the Fly Guy series:

He’s begging for “more math!” each day as his math lessons aren’t long enough. He whizzes through the worksheets, so we’re playing more of the math games that come with our curriculum, and i’m finding some adding practice for him that he does if he feels his math lesson wasn’t long enough. After his lesson on place value, he practiced addition with an angry-bird “color-the-sum” activity.

Today, for Presidents Day, we all did an “Abraham Lincoln fact-craft” and we read one of our favorite books, George Washington’s Breakfast. This is Adam posing with his Ab craft:

It’s a little blurry, but these are the facts that we listed inside the Abraham Lincoln top hats. he read the dates as “one thousand eight hundred and sixty one” instead of “eighteen sixty one.”  i couldn’t bring myself to correct him as it was only a reinforcement of his place value lesson earlier this month. later on i’ll help him read the date correctly:

When Rowan and Sawyer were finishing up their Lincoln facts and I was telling them that Lincoln was the First Republican President, I asked them if they remembered what the other majority party was in our political system. Sawyer said, “Hermetrats!” I don’t know where he came up with that answer, but there you have it, the country according to Sawyer: Republicans and Hermetrats.

(For the record, he does not know what political party to which we belong, nor do the boys know our political leanings. At this age, they need only to know the facts, not their parents beliefs. They love President Obama, and we wouldn’t have it any other way at this age.)


knitting for the boys

   Posted by: liz

with all the knitting i’ve been doing for kenny and myself, it would seem i’ve left out the three boys!

i have not forgotton our offspring in my latest “making” adventures, i promise you. in fact, here they are sporting their brand new, made-with-love from mama sweaters!

sawyer’s covering all his bases, “it’s cool,” and “peace out!”

adam DOUBLE LOVES his sweater!

rowan THINKS he likes his sweater.

they have yet to wear them out anywhere. in fact, for some reason, they all put them in the garage the minute after i snapped these photos. good thing i’m so in tune with my boys to know exactly what they love to wear! i will never be that aunt who crochets big bold sweaters that never see the light of day….


*lest you think i’m serious, these were made by me, but not knitted. we were invited to an ugly sweater party back in december, and i cut up an old afghan and sewed some granny squares onto the ugliest sweaters we could find. the boys decided nto to wear them to the party at the last minute, so they’re up for grabs if anyone likes them! ;)




nostalgia triggers

   Posted by: liz

sunday: waking up this morning, i knew i’d have to start on dinner right away if we wanted to eat something more than cereal (and we’re out of cereal any way) or sandwiches (what we had for lunch) or even breakfast-for-dinner (finished the eggs last night). so on kenny’s suggestion that we haven’t had red meat in a while, i pulled a top round steak from the freezer and began to thaw it on low in the crock pot. by the time the boys and i left to meet kenny at church, it was thawed enough for me to add some broth and then figure out what to do with it once we returned home after a long day of being out.

we returned home today at suppertime, yet it was my Nana and Pop Pop’s home we returned to in my mind as the aroma of roast beef with gravy filled the house, and dinners around their dining room table in philadelphia poured through my memories: the textured wallpaper in their dining room, the “old fashioned” football or basketball games they’d pull out for us to play with, the soft-padded basement floor with speckles, the tin of homemade chocolate chip cookies wrapped in wax paper and kept on the top of the refrigerator. it felt as though we were important guests as the dining room table was always set so elegantly, the bathroom filled with frilly rose soaps and hand towels to match.

after supper, Pop Pop would pull his bible out and read from a devotional (Daily Bread, maybe?) and then read through his KJV and closed us in prayer.  i would help clean up by being the dryer of the dishes. Nana would wash them, and i was never allowed to wash – only dry. as a grown up, a kitchen-owner myself, i totally understand why i was never allowed to be the washer. but still, i asked if i could wash every time.

nostalgia triggers are all around us, every day. pay attention!