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24 November 2007
| Apparently Uncle Bob, Grandma's brother that is, also got the idea of digging out his own cellar under the house. Working by myself I can excavate about a wheelbarrowfull an hour - I'm digging out under the kitchen, which is about the furthest point in the crawl space from the entrance. Maxwell was superlatively excited to discover that there was a crawl space under the house. He explored the whole of it and joked that he hoped I didn't "get eaten in there" when he'd leave to take a bucket of dirt to the wheelbarrow. |
13 November 2007
| Sick, sick, sick, sick, sick, not sick is an apt description of our family this past week. Surprisingly, Zara seems to be the only one immune to this year's first cold weather bout. Cara was the first to feel bad. As she started to feel better I went down. Then the girls came home after a second straight night of sleepovers this weekend exhausted and feverish. Now Maxwell is coughing up snot too. |
6 November 2007
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Yesterday was Cara's first day at her new job. She's working in the ER at the local hospital, which is quite a change from not working for the past year or so. While we were in California she couldn't work because I was on call much of the time - having to be ready to go up to SLAC at a moment's notice. Staying home with the kids all the time can make anybody a little nuts, but last night at dinner I could tell that Cara had really enjoyed her 8 hours of adult interaction ... and the steak gorgonzola I made her to celebrate.
But enough about my sweebus. Today was a teacher workday at school so the kids and I decided to go the hospital (the one for children, not where Cara works). Alora needed an x-ray of her wrist to check that it had healed properly and Maxwell needed another RAST test to see how his allergies are evolving. The boy was amazing - two vials of blood were taken from his arm and he barely flinched while singing the Star Wars theme. Amazing. The nurse gave him extra stickers for bravery. |
5 November 2007
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Only a 2-year-old could fall asleep in this position. And, if you like pictures, Cara posted a bunch from Halloween on her blog. This past weekend we took a trip down to Alpharetta, ostensibly to visit Auntie Dell, who was flying in for the week, but we ended up seeing all but five of the descendents of my great-grandparents. Saturday we lunched at Brett & Helen's, where our four kids romped about with their four and we also saw my great aunt Phyllis and new cousin Brent, who had his first birthday today. Then there was my brother and his girlfriend, my parents and, of course, Brent's proud adoptive parents Aunt Nancy and Uncle Ken. As Uncle Bob was wont to say, there should always be a baby in the family! My cousin Dane (Brett's son) is in the fourth grade and has a broken arm - which is when I broke my arm the first time (of four). We lived in California at they time and my parents brought me househunting in Georgia. We visited Brett & Helen and I encountered Georgia red clay for the first time on the shores of his lake. Being an artiste, I used this newfound material to augment the plaster of Paris which set my arm in a cast. Then Sunday Jay and Leslie swung through town with Mitch on their way home from a visit to Miriam at Presbyterian College - where I did my first year. It's interesting how intertwined our histories can be. Mitch, the youngest adult of our generation, is 18 and has recently joined the National Guard.
What a rambling blog that was! But now you're caught up (on this past weekend at least, I didn't cover fall break at all, did I?). |