Tuesday, June 18, 2013

Samuel's 8th Birthday

June 11th we celebrated Samuel's 8th birthday.  The girls spent many hours preparing all sorts of camping fun for a two day camp out, which got rained.  
Just the same, it was a special day in which we pointed out to Samuel that he will eventually have to move to a twin bed.
 And Pa gave him a new soccer shirt.
 And the girls bemoaned the sad decline in the quality and size of party balloons.
Brothers shared some birthday love
 Kaitlin shared some Cricut love
And Carmella just fell in love... with cupcakes
and nutella on whole wheat
and party hats!
 Aedan second that motion

And then Samuel kept everyone laughing as he read his new books
  The big kids discovered the wonderful comfort and simplicity of bologna sandwiches
  and just guess what they played all afternoon?
 And even though we couldn't celebrate Sam's birthday with his camp out, we still had tons of camp themed fun like these super adorable orange cupcakes
 Topped with sparkler candles.

Birthday blessings to our super-energetic-talks a million miles a minute-big hearted-freckle faced-precious boy!

Monday, June 17, 2013

The Rockin' Chair by Steven Manchester

On June 18th, The Story Plant will be releasing Steven Manchester's latest novel, the Rockin' Chair.   When Steven emailed me about previewing this book, Henry was just a few days old and I knew time would be very short for pleasure reading.  But...  Goodnight, Brian was such a great read and a story that really reached the heart of this family.  So I had to agree.  I was not the only one looking forward to seeing what Mr. Manchester had up his sleeve.  When my copy arrived I had to wait in line to read it.

This is such a beautiful story!  I struggled through the first two and half chapters, knowing I would cry, as John lost his beloved squaw, to Alzheimer's disease.  With all my lack of time, I found it hard to set the McCarthy family aside as their story traveled from Boston to New York City to Afghanistan and back to their home in Montana.

One of the things I really enjoy about Steven's writing is the way he uses beautiful description to bring the reader into the lives of his characters.  Yet, not so much detail to cause this reader to zone out.  This author has incredible insight into the hearts' of people and uses that knowledge to bring feeling and life to his stories.  Another thing that makes me love Steven's books is the depiction of what a family should be.  In the case of the Rockin' Chair the death of Alice became the catalyst which brought a divided family back home.  And it was the love for and dedication of a grandfather that brought their hearts back together.

In a world where every family seems to be severed with hurts and angry words, the Rockin' Chair reminds us that the love of family is the the most important thing.  We must fight with all that is in us to tie and maintain heartstrings.  Each of us is right at times and each of us are wrong at times.  The way we perceive an event can be completely different from the way the next guy sees it.  But what does any of it matter if we sit alone with our memories and don't like what we have to face?  In order to find healing, Grandpa John teaches us we must go head to head with the ghosts of family past.  We must deal with sorrows and honestly face our pain and the pain we have caused others.  Ultimately, we must express our love with complete abandon and freely open our arms to welcome those we love.

Brief Synopsis: 
Memories are the ultimate contradiction. They can warm us on our coldest days – or they can freeze a loved one out of our lives forever. The McCarthy family has a trove of warm memories. Of innocent first kisses. Of sumptuous family meals. Of wondrous lessons learned at the foot of a rocking chair. But they also have had their share of icy ones. Of words that can never be unsaid. Of choices that can never be unmade. Of actions that can never be undone.

Following the death of his beloved wife, John McCarthy – Grandpa John – calls his family back home. It is time for them to face the memories they have made, both warm and cold. Only then can they move beyond them and into the future.

A rich portrait of a family at a crossroad, THE ROCKIN' CHAIR is Steven Manchester’s most heartfelt and emotionally engaging novel to date. If family matters to you, it is a story you must read.

Praise: 
“The Rockin’ Chair is a heart-rending story of a family, separated by pride and ambition only to be brought together by the strength of their ability to grow emotionally and spiritually. Manchester’s flawless dialogue, warm characters and compassionate wit all service a moving story. He brings the Montana farm to life and reminds us that simple sentiments are often the truest. His contrast of the permanence of the landscape with the transience of human life leaves us with a feeling of wonder long after the final page is turned.” 
- Corinna Underwood, Reviewer, Publisher’s Weekly 

"The Rockin’ Chair is a tightly knit tearjerker.”
- Jon Land, NY Times Bestselling Author; The Walls of Jericho 

“In The Rockin’ Chair, Steven Manchester has created a book that can change the world. If only everyone would listen to Grampa John and express their love for each other, what a different world it would be.”
- Heather Froeschl, Book Reviewer, BookReview.com

Thursday, June 6, 2013

Henry in Room 319

So Sunday afternoon we had a little getaway and took Addison to DC for his first official trip out of state and his first official stay in a hotel.
Emma packed so much stuff for him, I am not sure he even realized he wasn't at home.
 Especially, because he had his new very favorite toy the blue elephant.  Side note... I love that he loves this guy.  He stares it down.  He grabbed for it once.  And he even cooed for it.  Which may be an object of our imagination because he has never cooed again.  But I'm holding on to it since everyone swears they heard it, too. 
So what really clued him in to the fact that we weren't at home?  He got to lay on the bed for five minutes and no one picked him up.  
 That's something he has not experienced in his entire life. 

Tuesday, June 4, 2013

A Walk For The President

I have been seriously out of the loop for a long while so this may have been around for some time.  A friend shared it with me and I thought it was rather neat.

Saturday, June 1, 2013

Monopoly

When my brothers, sister and I were kids, we didn't watch much television.  We were outside kids.  That's what my mother-in-law calls it.  We liked to play games... card games, board games, outdoor games...   You had to watch out playing any game with my big brother, Frank.  He was super competitive and would adapt the rules to his side of winning.  My sister, Di, she was a stickler for rules and every detail had to be followed out to the letter.  I was the one who played just to play.  I could not care more or less if I won.

One of our favorite games was Monopoly.  Even as adults, when the four of us got together it was not unusual for us to pull the game box out.  I rarely remember ever finishing a game.  But it was always fun to play.  Or almost always... depending on how badly Frank was losing.  We had some great Monopoly moments.

I will never forget one particular game of Monopoly.  I was in High School History class.  We had been studying the great depression.  I had a very cool teacher, whose name I can not remember.  For class that night (I went to night school) we ate Twinkies and played Monopoly.  Both of which were products of the Great Depression.

I don't know if I would remember that game so vividly had it not been for the six o'clock news.  After growing up in the cold war, there we sat with Dan Rather watching brick by brick as the Berlin Wall came down.  That was a great Monopoly moment.

I try to teach my kids about those things.  The life changing, world bettering, news making, defining moments of our lives.  But I think until you have lived through some of those, like seeing your friends going off to fight a war, you don't really understand how one moment can make everything so different.  I have had a lot of those moments in my life, both personal and historical events.  The fall of the wall.  That was a defining life and Monopoly moment.  One I always think of when the board comes out.  I bet my kids are sick of hearing about it.

When the girls were young Allen would often take extended trips out of town.  To pass the evenings, we would start a game of Monopoly on the night he left and play until he came home, whether it be a day or three weeks later.  It usually involved popcorn.  Staying up til ridiculous hours laughing and giggling and wheeling and dealing with my girls... Those were some great Monopoly moments.

Last weekend we had to forgo our usual Memorial Day weekend plans.  It was cold.  It was raining.  We didn't pick strawberries.  We didn't cook out.  We didn't swim.  It sure didn't seem like the beginning of the summer holiday.  I was really bummed out.

But then the kids pulled out the Monopoly board.  And they've been playing ever since.  Let me tell you, those kids are vicious, competitive and tricky!  They really take this game serious!  I mean that's all they talk about.  One night I was laying in bed reading and Aedan wanted to discuss with me a possible property trade.  "Did I think this was a good idea?"  he asked after going into excruciating detail.  The next morning, at 6 am, Nathaniel was beside my bed asking for advice on a property investment.  And on another day I had to lay down the law.  ABSOLUTELY NO PLAYING OR DISCUSSING MONOPOLY UNTIL CHORES ARE FINISHED!

Somewhere around Monday they asked Allen and I to play, too.  We never stood a chance!  We were bankrupt before lunch time.  We did laugh harder than I have laughed in some time as we watched Aedan try to politely bully Kaitlin into paying rent and Samuel dive across the board to collect from Emma.  Those were good Monopoly moments.
For a week now, we have been eating our meals around properties, piles of money and the game board.  Well, really only Aedan ever has any money.  You learn a lot about your kids personality watching them play this game.  Some are like my brother and get a little edgy when they are losing.  Others are vicious landlords.  Some will try to get out of paying rent.  Some are very merciful and some have no mercy at all.  Some try to roll the dice in secret so no one will see their doubles.  Others watch everyone like a hawk so no one gets away with anything.  And then there are the laid back ones who could care less what happens, they are just there to laugh at everyone else's antics and enjoy the Monopoly moments.

One morning I was on the deck with Carmella doing my Bible study.  All of a sudden there was an incredible amount of racket coming from the kitchen.  Carmella ran to the edge of the deck in sheer shock and started looking around wildly for the source of the noise.  Her eyes finally settled on the chickens.  Yeah, it sounded like something you'd hear from wild animals.  Turns out it was the other kids cheering when Brianna, who was whooping up on everyone else, landed on Board Walk and had to pay up.  I wondered if the noise scared Carmella so much, what on earth might the neighbors think???

Regardless of the neighbors, I love being in the kitchen, on the deck or in bed and hearing the laughter of brothers and sisters sharing moments that will make lifetime memories.  I know they will one day pull that game out with their own kids and start waxing fond about this very summer and telling great stories of what their Uncle Than did.  Those are great Monopoly moments.

Friday, May 31, 2013

Henry Poolside

The thing about Maryland weather is there is no regularity to it.  Memorial Day weekend we were freezing.  Seriously we had the heat running and kept to indoor activities most of the weekend.  Wednesday it was in the 90s.
So we have officially moved to the pool.
His pool side isn't much different from his nap time and play time.  But he still dresses the part.  
I so love this hat I found at Target.  No where near fitting him but that doesn't stop us from putting it on that darling little head.  He's kind of a cross between Jay Gatsby and Sky Masterson without the dice.
And of course, the girls had to stop their play to ooh and ahh over him for a few minutes.  Being Addison is such a tough life!

Thursday, May 30, 2013

Early Morning Light

This morning Allen left early to make the four hour trip to southern Virginia for meetings with customers.  
I typically wake at the slightest sound.  I think this last month I must be catching up on all the sleep I missed during my pregnancy.   I go to sleep at midnight and don't hear a thing until morning.  Even Allen getting up.  
But I did hear his alarm this morning at 5:30.  Well, sort of.  Do you ever hear a noise and it becomes part of your dream?  Allen was long since out of bed so who knows how long that phone was ringing before I realized it was an alarm.   I got up, turned it off and crawled back into bed. 
As much as I wanted to, I couldn't go back to sleep.  So I started thinking of all the things I could do.  It's been very hot here the last few days, so I settled on getting my run in before the sun got too high.
No sooner had I climbed out of bed than I heard Addison.  Which is odd, especially at that hour of the morning.  I usually have to wake him at 7 to eat.  When I got to his bed he was raspy and I didn't like the way he was breathing at all.  So I picked him up and we played and he ate.  I wanted to keep an ear on his breathing for a little while before I laid him back down.  
The light outside was so beautiful.  I love the early morning light.  It is my very favorite part of the day.  I love the summers when it is warm enough to be out early in the day.  I think this is what the light will be like in Heaven.
So we grabbed the girls, and a blanket and some books and headed to the secret garden for a spell.
We read.  
And snuggled. 


And laughed.  And Carmella even cried for a minute but we don't really know why.
And Brianna brought the camera.
             
Henry has the biggest feet of any baby I have ever seen.  We have been marveling over them since he was born.  The one on the left is his.  The one on the right is Carmella's.  See what I mean?
He has big beautiful blue eyes, too.
And the most darling ears.
I love when he sucks his thumb.  He's been doing it since his first sonogram at 9 weeks.  
So feet are too cute to pass up
So it looks like Elisabeth will have big feet, too.  At least big compared to mine.
They are nice in black and white, also.  
Carmella has the best giggles in the world.  When she laughs, she laughs with her whole body and you can not help but smile, too.
I can not think of a better place to be than here with these precious ones.  I am so grateful that the Lord has given me a few more years with a gaggle of youngers by my side.

Wednesday, May 29, 2013

And in Other Wachter News

Now that I finally got Henry pictures up, I thought it was long past time for an update on the general Wachter news.  A lot has really happened since my last photo post.  Actually, when I looked back I realized it's been more than two months.  Eeek!  A quick look at April.  May update to follow... hopefully.
We had some friends come for a day and the boys spent the rainy day building domino effects.  Click the arrow and it will play for you.
The first week of April we had some very hot and humid days.  Our pool was not yet open for the season so the kids dragged out the pink baby pool and spent and entire day cooling off in it.  Like our other kids, Carmella is a serious pool girl.  She will even abandon shoes to run to the pool.
And then there were the birds.  All five of the eggs hatched and were doing well.  Which is rather unusual.  Typically, there are some that will never hatch.  Anyway, the two youngest died while Allen and I were in the mountains.  The three remaining birds were named Wynken, Blynken and Nod.  They were doing beautiful... growing big and attempting to fly.  The morning before I was admitted to the hospital, when the birds were about 4 weeks old,  we woke up to a crazy racket.  The mother bird was attacking the oldest bird wildly.  He was literally covered in blood from where the mother had pecked him.  We did what we could but there was really nothing to do for him at that point so we kept him warm and comfortable until he died a few hours later.


We separated the mother to another cage so she wouldn't hurt anyone else.  According to google sometimes the mothers snap like that.  It was crazy and yucky.  She has moved into another home with an elderly lady where she will be a single bird.  So with the ones that died and the one we gave away, we ended up breaking even on the bird front.  We were all amazed at how fast they grow.  By 6 weeks, when they are old enough to separate from their parents, these guys were indistinguishable from full grown birds.  It's kind of neat to see our dumb father bird act as the single parent to the babies after we had to remove the mother.  He fed them and taught them to perch and fly and everything.  
OK... and I am amazed that Elisabeth can sleep this way.  More mornings than not I find her on the floor asleep.



And I love these over dolled overalls Kaitlin has been making for Ellie from Sam's outgrown overalls.  So cute for a little girl who wants to wear her dresses while climbing trees with the boys.

Carmella loved Ellie's sparkly pink shoes so much, we finally got her a pair of her own.  I love eBay.  $2 for a pair of shoes that looked brand new.  She has since outgrown those and at not even 2 years old she is on her second pair of pink sparkly shoes.  

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The neighbor who got the boys started on chickens has become very interested in our square foot garden.  The kids spent some time one afternoon helping him get his own started.

One of Aedan's Lego creations from the new set he got for his birthday.  I don't know who likes them more.  Allen and the boys will sit up until 10:00 building things.
Carmella loves bags, and shoes and sunglasses.  So much so, she even wears them to bed sometimes.  She always puts them on upside down.  

The boys were so excited to welcome Henry into their club.  The day after we brought him home they went shopping with Allen to pick out an outfit to match them.  They settled on this sleeper because the colors match the older boys and the dinosaurs match Sam's pjs.  

My little gardeners.  With us so busy and distracted by other things, the boys have almost exclusively tended the garden.  They spend hours pouring over gardening catalogs, books and magazines.  They are amazing.  The garden looks better than all the years that Allen and I tended it.
So, there you have it.  April in a nutshell.  Hopefully, I will move on to May shortly.

Until next time,

Kat
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