Wednesday, October 27, 2010

Applesauce Day 2010

The much anticipated Applesauce Day has come and gone and only one thing is missing - the applesauce!  I forgot to bring the spoils of my hard work back to York with me.  Needless to say, I am annoyed.  But on to bigger and better things...

This is my pooch on her first Applesauce Day (ok, technically it was the night before).   So tiny, so cute, so black, and so Groucho Marx.

This is my baby during her third annual Applesauce Day celebration.  She looks tired for a reason; Leia.  Leia and Charlie are best friends forever; someone just forgot to tell Charlie.

The night before held much preparation for the next day.  Including a bath for Charlotte's baby.

This is my favorite.  It looks like he is about to give a speech that may make some people in the audience uncomfortable.  It may start with something like: "After the tradegy of the great spit-up, we need to address a few issues..."

There was always a full stove, oven and grill.  We are a well oiled machine.   Each person is one part of the machine and each person has a job.   Except Mike, he seems to sit around and pick music the whole day. Cutting, baking, scooping, crushing, bagging and counting are all part of the process.


Ok, so we got a little sidetracked.  So what?  Dancing and mo-hawks are also part of the process.  But getting sidetracked is really what the day is all about.  I can't think of anything better to do with good family and friends than get sidetracked.


When we get sidetracked, we have these two: Tommy and Dad.  Dad is like a silent ninja.  You never see him, but things always seem to get done.  Tommy is our mascot.  He is the most excited about Applesauce Day and he makes it through every minute with a smile.  The rest of us get really tired towards the end and some of the other kids disappear into the depths of the basement, but Tommy is always around.

He was also the one yelling "Oh here it comes!  The first applesauce on Applesauce Day!"

We even had a special visitor this year!  My newly married, best friend, Melissa, was able to join us because her crazy husband decided to go hunting.  I made sure to thank Jeff for going hunting.  I really enjoyed having this lovely lady here with us.

Here are some of my favorites that I haven't already shared with you:

Applesauce Day is so much fun and this year it was faster than ever!  It only took us 4 hours to complete the process.  Thanks to Charlotte's sticky buns, we made it through without any problems.

 Cam's tiny/chubby/baby hand playing with the apples.  The all time favorite photo of the day.

Tuesday, October 26, 2010

I'm getting there

I'm working on an Applesauce Day post.  I promise!  I'm just not in the mood to write at the moment.  Amd I'm tired....very tired.

Thursday, October 21, 2010

Charming Pet Products Small Grandma Hippie Chick Squeaky Latex Dog Toy

Otherwise known as "the chicken."  When I mentioned the chicken in an earlier post, the reason was to complain about how much I hate the chicken.  The last time Mom and I bought the chicken together I distinctly remember saying "The chicken stays at your house."  I hate the chicken and its horrible squeaky face. 

There was a small package from Amazon outside my door when I arrived home today.  I knew I hadn't ordered anything, so as I was opening it I said to Charlie "Ten bucks says it a chicken."  Being right is usually a good thing, but not today.

I pulled the stupid chicken out of the box and just started laughing, while Charlie started licking her lips.

Seriously? Could it be any uglier? Look at those knockers.  Talk about a well-endowed chicken.  

Look at Charlie.  She is completely focused on the prize.  This is one of the reasons she is so good at learning tricks.  If there is a prize, she will do anything you ask.

She chews on it like it's gum!  It's so annoying! Some day Mom, I will get you back for this.  How could the word "charming" ever be used to describe this toy?

Wednesday, October 20, 2010

Ok, I know the quality of this picture is horrible, but look anyway. 

Notice how she curled up so nicely in her crate.  Notice how she is even cuddling with her toy.  Notice how sweet she looks.  

What you don't know is that Charlie is just waiting for a treat and that is the only reason she is in her crate.  And the only reason she slept on the toy was because the toy was in her treat-earning space.  

When we got back from our trip to the beach, Charlie decided to show me how pleased she was that I left by pooping ALL OVER my apartment.  No room was neglected by Charlie's love.  It got to the point where I had to start crating her again at night, which meant I had to miss my only cuddle time with the pooch.  I read that when you start crate training a dog you should leave treats in there throughout the day so they associate their crate with yummy things.  So I started doing this again since Charlie hadn't seen her crate in over a year.  

It worked out great.  I got piece of mind and a good night's sleep and Charlie got a treat.  She now has free reign of my room to choose her sleeping spot, which lately has been my bed, and is no longer confined to the crate. 

But each night before bed she still expects that treat.  If she doesn't find a treat in the crate before we go to bed, she will lay there until she gets it.  As soon as she gets the treat, she ditches the crate, climbs onto the bed and cuddles up next to my legs.  

I think the crate training was harder on me than on her. 

Tuesday, October 19, 2010

Number 17

When I started writing again I knew I didn't have much inspiration, which has resulted in one post a week (at most).  Mom decided to help me out.  In an email, I received a list of topics that I should blog about.  As I read through the list during work, I was trying to hold in my laughter.  There were 18 things on the list, but my favorite was number 17.

Number 17 made me laugh out loud.  It reads, "Us keeping you and Char from fighting in the car by having you spell things backwards."

I have no idea why this was necessary.  Charlotte and I fight?  Never.  Ok, rarely.  Ok, always.  But I have a few things to say in my defense.  Charlotte was the easiest person to irritate, I just couldn't help myself.  All I had to do was touch her too many times and the damn had burst.  And just because I am the middle child does not mean that I was born with the ability to instigate problems.  No way.  In fact, I had to work very hard on that skill (a skill which I still possess today).  The problem was that Char has always been stronger than me, so my instigating and irritating usually ended with me getting a punch to the leg.  For some reason though, I never seemed to learn my lesson.

I can still picture driving down 176 in the old Rally and spelling "Wyomissing" backwards.  Man, my parents picked hard words.  Have you ever tried to spell something backwards?  It is really tough.  My technique was to actually picture the word spelled correctly in my head.  Unfortunately, of the many skills I learned from my parents, this skill would not be considered valuable.  Though, I don't know if my parents would agree.

The most surprising thing about number 17 was that I had no idea my parents used this to get us to stop fighting.  I just thought it was an awesome game.

Side note: I just caught Charlie licking a corner of my desk.  Gross.

Friday, October 15, 2010

A mid-day photo shoot...with and without fur

We recently did a photo shoot with our main man, Cam.  He protested through the entire thing (men!), but, in the end, we were triumphant.  And for those of you who do not frequent Facebook, here are some of the pictures you are missing.  Also, you'll notice Cam's patience begins to wane as the photo shoot progresses.

Of course, we couldn't pass up the opportunity to get a few shots with MY baby.  She always looks so snarly in pictures though...

I just can't figure out why she dislikes this process. 

Tuesday, October 12, 2010

The weekend

A long weekend is always a good weekend and this one was no exception.  The weekend began with my drive home on Friday night, which went surprisingly fast considering the traffic.  Once I got home, I dropped the pooch off with with rents.  My next stop was dinner with Est, Char and Cam where I captured this little moment (I apologize in advance for the poor quality of this photo):

I must say that I even impressed myself on this one.  I was just trying to get a picture of Cam sitting at the table and looking all grown up when this moment occurred.  I'm just glad I had the camera ready. 

The next morning Char was over bright and early with the babe for some hardcore cleaning of the upstairs.  Char's old room was full of Christmas supplies and lots of junk that had been cleaned out of the cubbies.  Since Mom has gotten her new sewing machine, she has been spending a lot of time on the upstairs landing - the only space left available in the house.  It was high time we got Char's room cleaned out so Mom can start putting it to good use.  During that long day of cleaning, we got some quality time with the cutest baby around.

Cam's thighs are a constant topic of conversation.  They are huge/adorable/squishy and I love them.  On Mom's To-Do list: Make Cam his own, personalized stocking.

I spent the rest of the weekend relaxing with Mom, petting the dog and listening to Charlie's stupid chicken squeak and squawk.  Charlie loves this toy and NO ONE else can stand it, but because she is spoiled (by Mom, of course) she has received several chickens.  

She loves it so much that all you need to say is "go get your chicken" and she's all over it.  Luckily, for those of us who are not in love with this chicken, the one we bought Sunday morning broke by Sunday night.  Amen.

Wednesday, October 6, 2010

The Aroma

Cider, soccer games and slippers.  Applesauce day, sweatshirts and crunchy leaves.  Red, gold and orange. Bonfires, pumpkins and sewing. 

I love October.  It is the real beginning of fall.  In October, the weather starts to feel cold and the air is crisp.  There is a hint of snow in the air - just enough to make you anxious for winter to arrive.  And if you live anywhere but York, the air smells fresh and clean.

Which brings me to my point - York stinks.  I've heard two explanations for this fact; paper mills and potato chip factories.  I'm not sure how paper could stink so bad and I don't know why potato chips would smell like barf, but whatever the reason, York stinks.  There were many days in September when the weather was just perfect enough to have every window open, but not if you live in York. 

I did my best to open and shut the door as quickly as possible!  The old phrase "In or out!" that my parents used to yell has gained new meaning.  It used to be about keeping the air conditioning trapped in the house.  Now I'm just trying to keep the rancid smell from entering my apartment.  To me, it smells like peas.  Bleck.

I have allergies, which means I constantly have a stuffy nose.  The kids will walk in the gym and all I hear is "It smells in here" or "Why does it stink?"  Luckily, I miss the worst of it because of my poor sense of smell.  But there is a flipside to that.  If I can smell it, it must be bad.

Tuesday, October 5, 2010


Charlie is the love of my life.  She is my baby.  I know, I am obsessed and I am totally fine with that.  She cuddles with me at night, she flips her lid when I get home, and she doesn't judge me for organizing my sock drawer.  

Don't get me wrong, she has her downsides - like taking a poo on the floor to let me know she is upset, digging the laundry out of the basket, and leaving no less than 3 toys in EVERY room of the apartment.  

Since Charlie is the love of my life, she has earned the sacred place in the header of this blog.  I love this shot of her because it completely shows her personality, which says "I like you, but leave me alone."  You see that little curl in her tongue?  That comes out when she sticks her tongue out really far and it always curls the same direction.  I love that little curl. 

Oh, and in case you don't know, I have the cutest nephew in the world.  
Don't believe me?  I have proof.

Sunday, October 3, 2010


I miss blogging.  But I don't know what to blog about.  I love the outlet of writing, even if I'm not good at it.  I think I need some ideas...or a new camera.  A new camera would definitely get me excited about taking pictures again.  When I'm taking pictures, I'm writing my blog post in my head.  Maybe a new camera is what I should be saving for...