100th Post

On the occasion of my 100th post, I present to you our firstborn, Sarah, who graduated from high school this very evening.

The Weekend in Review

Today I celebrate my birthday, surrounded by my favorite people in the world...

...most of them, anyway. My dh had to work night shift, so I didn't see too much of him, but we're spending the whole day together tomorrow. The oldest two were also at work. :-(

As a birthday surprise, the camo kid above decided to make my birthday cake. Tradition has it that mom usually makes her own cake, due to husband's work schedule and kids' ability level. He chose a dark chocolate cake with peanut butter frosting. He was so sweet and proud of his accomplishment, especially since it turned out de-li-cious! He even cleaned up every bit of it himself, INCLUDING the dishes afterward!


The angry cake.


I know this isn't such a flattering picture of me, but I decided to swallow my vanity and post it anyway, just to show all the eager help I had blowing out the candles. There were a LOT of candles.


Brian's surgery was quick, successful and uneventful. He wasn't too pleased with the anesthesia, and had some pretty funky "dreams" as he was going under. He spent about an hour in the operating room, and hour in recovery and an hour in post-op, where I was allowed to see him. At first he looked really dopey, but by the time he was discharged he was starving for a double cheeseburger. Ah, to be young, resilient and invincible...





1988

It's been boring around here lately...UPDATED

Sunday, May 17

I was starting to get antsy, since we hadn't been to the emergency room since August. But Brian was kind enough to provide a reason to return. Thanks, Brian! You're a real pal!

Brian, Scott and Josh were having a bike ride. The front bolt on Brian's bike tire was apparently loose. Brian tried to go up on a curb, and the whole tire came off. He broke his left arm in two places, but otherwise he's unhurt. The swelling was severe - it turned green and purple right away, and the swelling was, like, an inch high. He was calm enough by the time I saw him at the hospital.

The thing that most upset him is that he'll probably be in a cast for 8 weeks, which leaves the summer swim season out of the question. He's quite depressed about that, but I'm hoping he'll assist as coach. We're also worried about his prospects for football season this year. This is all speculation at this point; it depends on what the ortho has to say. We'll know in a few days.

One other semi-exciting (in an alarming and disturbing kind of way) event was that I lost vision in my left eye last week. There I was, trying not to panic, praying, wondering if I might be having a stroke, imagining the "rest of my life" without vision in one, or worse, both eyes. Blind in one eye = no more driving. How will I get along if I can't shuttle all these kids around? What if it happens in both eyes? How will I know if my hair looks alright, if the kids tidied up the living room, if they've improved their cursive? Vision is something that I take completely for granted, as a given. I can totally imagine myself holing up in a darkened room for the next 10 years, depressed over losing my sight.

Oh - what happened with my left eye, you want to know? Well, it wasn't totally blind. It was more like a window shade was pulled down inside. I could still see the where the sources of light were, but only very dimly. After about 3o minutes, the vision returned. I don't remember if it was all at once or gradually. The eye doctor couldn't find any evidence of damage or disease, but I have to see my regular doctor this week and she'll probably refer me to an eye specialist.

And so it begins.



UPDATE TUESDAY, MAY 19

Brian's arm is broken in an awkward and unstable place, and it needs to be reset. They are going to fix him up on Friday May 22, when they'll put him under general anesthesia, reset the bone and insert a pin. He's going to get a blue cast, because that's the color his little sister Noelle wants him to get. How sweet is that?

He's definitely out for the swim season, and will be sporting a cast when he goes to the beach for a week in June with friends. Boooo. He's very scared about the surgery, and very down about everything else, especially since he's the lone left-hander in the Stefo Crew. I keep referring him to one of my favorite verses for comfort: Romans 8:28.

As for my eye, a trip to my family doctor produced nothing definitive. I will be seeing a neurological opthalmologist next. I feel confident that it was just a fluke caused by me constricting a blood vessel by the way I was lying, watching tv. But I keep checking the vision in both eyes, just to be sure!




1960

U.S. Army Heritage Day

This was a great weekend!

On Friday, we were supposed to attend a free educational symphonic concert in the state capitol, but a traffic jam kept us from arriving on time. Rather than entering late, we opted to skip the exit and move on to Plan B. We drove past this awesome-looking outdoor military museum that we're always too busy to visit, and since we suddenly found ourselves with a few unclaimed hours on a gorgeous morning, we decided spontaneously and unanimously to check it out.

It was terrific - no twins, no pressure, we were free to explore... I didn't have a camera on hand, but let me just say that it was a paradise for any kid (like mine) who thinks the army is mad awesome cool. Helicopters, tanks, pillboxes, redoubts, trenches, barracks, watchtowers, cannons, guns, guns, guns and more guns. All hands-on, all interactive. I can't tell you the last time everybody was interested, nobody fought, nobody whined, nobody wanted to leave (mom included), etc..... you get the picture.

To sweeten the deal, in honor of U.S. Armed Forces Day (which was Saturday, not that I knew in advance), a special day honoring the army throughout American History was planned - think "Renaissance Faire" in camo. So in addition to the regular attractions, the place was starting to fill up with re-enactors. We were priviliged to speak with a tentful of frontiersman from the French & Indian War, a colonial American dressmaker, and an encampment of WW2 German officers, with the promise of countless more re-enactors the next day from every era from the 1750s to the present.

Even though gas money is getting short AND it's a three hour round trip AND we'd be making the trip twice in two days AND our dear husband and father had night shift on Saturday, it was decided that we absolutely could not miss Saturday's event.

And indeed we did not.

My camo kids racing across the parking lot.
They deliberately planned the most appropriate wardrobe for this outing.

Overall, I haven't ever seen this much camo in one place before...



Peering through a sandbag parapet (or so they tell me...)

Observing and interacting with new WW2 "inductees"
assembling and disassembling their rifles.

The twins' new favorite thing is "jeeps."
The delight in those cheesy grins is evident...

Theresa in the pan-denominational chapel

Theresa and Clare interacting with a colonial
and his selection of 18th century toys

This guy had that wooden top spinning for over 4 minutes.
It would have kept going if it hadn't edged off the platform...

Clare, in the WW2 base camp, inspecting a foot locker,
replete with supplies (and girly pinups)

This was a priceless collection of genuine artifacts, even an actual roll of 1942 Life Savers.
Here Clare is holding an Army-issued box of shells.

Let's go back to the twins for a second. I worry that I don't write about them enough.
This picture shows the biggest difference between the twins - their hairlines. Natalie, in the background, has two dramatic cowlicks above her right eye, and her hair always parts sweetly on her right and falls smoothly away from her face. Noelle, in the foreground, usually has hair stuck to falling in her face. Lately, her hair seems to be parting more regularly on the left side, which lends weight to my theory that they might be mirror twins, especially given that Noelle is tending toward right-handedness, while Natalie uses her left hand most often, especially whenever she scribbles on the walls eats.

Girls' Portrait Colorized Version

In the original version, only the flowers and the pink ribbons were colorized. I tried my hand at making a color "pop" using a ridiculously-priced version of Photoshop (I used the free trial, not the full version). It was tedious, but not too difficult.



Now if I only had the $600 to buy the full version...