Does this, or does this not, resemble the top of a slip or nightgown far more than it does anything intended to be worn out in public?
Month: March 2005
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Kirstin took Bethie and Bryson to Target to have pictures taken, and here are two of them:
Is she a little lady or what? And unfortunately it doesn't show up worth a flip, but Bryson's wearing a black top hat. Kirstin says he was absolutely precious.
Her father says it looks like someone sliced off part of his head.
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Yesterday Beth had a sonogram, and it's estimated Baby is a bit over 8 pounds, but also that it'll be at least a few more days before he or she decides to make The Big Trip.
I can never read these things, though.
That's the profile.
Bless her heart, Beth must be about to come unglued with desire to have Baby o-u-t, OUT.
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Oy vey and aye carumba!
It's gratifying how easy it is for us to assemble a party of reasonably large proportions with only most of the kids, all the grandkids (except the extremely stubborn one in utero who apparently is quite comfy, thanks so much, and sees no reason to change the status quo), and my parents. We sat fifteen to table at Pulido's Mexican restaurant this evening, in honor of Charles and Jessica.
The Smiths arrived as we did. Here's Brianna with her daddy.
Birthday Girl (well, tomorrow) Jessica with Li'l Kirsten.
Dmitry listening to something his brother, Jonathan, was saying.
And there's brother Jonathan looking about as enthusiastic about having his picture taken as Charles usually does.
Opening gifts.
My Bryson Bunny was there, of course.
As was Benjamin Bunny. This is nothing compared to the girls and the faces they were making, though.
Here's one of Bethie being giggly. There was a truly impressive amount of giggling going on. We felt obligated to apologize to the couple seated nearby, promising we'd leave in just a few minutes.
Sitting in close proximity to an Ivy party is not for the faint of heart or those given to nervous disorders.
Bryson and Uncle Charles share a moment.
This is not a sight commonly seen . . . Dmitry and Charles apparently talking like normal human beings.
It was a good time.
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After I picked him up from school (and believe me, he was grumping this morning about being an 18 year old senior being driven to school
) he requested to be dropped off at Dairy Queen.
Fine. He does that occasionally. This time, however, he was gone for over an hour. What on earth was keeping him, I wondered?
Ah! Birthday party for him. Mystery solved.
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It's happened.
Charles turns 18 years old today.
My baby!
Him at one year old. Wasn't he cute?
Here he is at 6 1/2 years old. Note the missing front tooth.
Mr. Cool in tails at his sister, Kirstin's, wedding at 11 years old. Only he and Matt wore tails.
Freshman year at Heights, in the band.
Nearly all grown up, and in a few months will head off to Texas Tech.
[wailing] They grow so dang fast!
Happy birthday, Charles Edward.
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Well, that was fun! Quite like old times, in fact, only better because Zhenya was with us. Dmitry's out of school this week for Spring Break, so yesterday we met the Waybourns (minus Reagan who was in school and Joe who was in Wichita Falls with his father) for lunch at the Russian restaurant, then today we picked Dan and Zhenya up and brought them home with us. Before we did, though, we stopped by Wal-Mart for a second GameCube controller then Blockbuster to rent a couple of games.
Dmitry getting acquainted with the Waybourn's new puppy, Maggie.
A friend kindly got us tickets to "The Living Sea" at the Omni theatre at the Museum of Science and History. That was really good . . . can't decide whether I most enjoyed the Coast Guard boats, or the surfing, or the gazillion stingless jellyfish in an enclosed seawater lake in the islands of Pauca.
We should take Dmitry to the coast this summer. He's never seen the ocean before.
After the show we still had a few minutes so decided to poke around the museum proper, as Zhenya hadn't seen it (to my knowledge). The big hit was the 1940s/1950s era toy exhibit:
It's as if they reached back in time and emptied our toy box.
Tell you what, those toys are timeless in their appeal:
The original Barbie. G.I. Joe. Slinky. Erector sets. Tinkertoys. Duncan yo-yos. Those bake ovens that use a light bulb. Those things where you use a magnet to pull metal shavings into beards, hair, etc. on a face.
The good stuff.
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ARGH!!!
For days the VolcanoCam wasn't working. Was stuck on the image for about 3:43 pm on the 4th. They finally noticed and put a notice up about it.
Yesterday I forgot to check it.
And naturally, yesterday afternoon is when there was something to see! A huge plume of ash, rising over 30K feet!
Now the volcano's back to a dainty stream of steam.
You cannot imagine the depth and breadth of my frustration over this. Been monitoring the darn thing for months now.
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Have you ever lost a favorite recipe?
Not by being unable to locate it in the myriad cookbooks and recipe magazines one owns, but literally losing it.
Years and years and years ago I'd cut out of either a women's magazine or the Star-Telegram a recipe for a cinnamon snack-type cake, baked in a square pan. It called for a tablespoon of cinnamon. Wouldn't be frosted...I seem to recall sprinkling sugar on the top. Used to plop a dollop of Cool Whip on top when serving it. Believe me, hot cinnamon cake with cold Cool Whip was a tasty treat indeed.
One day - also years ago - I went to my collection of cut-out recipes to make that cake.
Not there. Tore the kitchen apart, but to no avail.
It was gone.
I've searched the internet several times, but have never been able to locate it. Sometimes it seems I ought to be able to pretty well recreate it by modifying a simple vanilla snack cake, but that sort of thing's never really been my strong suit.
What I wouldn't give to lay hands on that recipe again!
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