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I got a funny phone call while I was washing dishes last night.  Caller id showed my daughter calling.  Knowing she was home, I was curious about why she found it necessary to use the phone.

Me:   Hello,  Rachel?  Where are you?

Rachel:  Umm, hi Mom.  Could you bring me some toilet paper?

Spelling tests

Spelling test, Gus. Time to put your thinking cap on...

Easter

We enjoyed a fantastic dinner with great friends on Saturday evening.  They did all the work of cooking ham and lamb...I got to do desserts.  :)  The food was amazing, and the friendship one of the best.  They will be greatly missed when they move this summer.

The peeps sunflower cake for the kids, and the tiramisu cake for the more sophisticated palates.

In other spring news, we are making headway on our attempt to memorize the Sermon on the Mount this year.  Plugging away at the rate of 2 verses a week...

    Memorizing used to be much easier...

Sweet Sixteen

Sixteen is such a significant age.  It means you've been a teenager for a respectable period of time, you're out and about on your own much more, and most importantly, it means Driving.   Even though not every birthday gets a big party, Sixteen does get special recognition around here.

Rachel's plans for a skating/sledding party (back in early January, yes, that's how far behind I am) were thwarted by a thaw, so her ever-resourceful Dad came up with a fair-weather alternative.

Her friends gathered here, and we all headed down to Freeport for a scavenger hunt.

Of course, a plain old scavenger hunt with clues would have been too easy, so first they had to decipher the clues from the riddles provided.  Then to further complicate things, they had to figure out such stumpers as which way is north?

One is mangy the other's cool.  Pick the right one and you rule.  Read the clue, then go forth.  See the goal when standing at one, facing north.

  They took photos to prove they had figured out the clue, as well as physically visited the location...these got pretty goofy as you might imagine.  In fact, there were prizes for the best photos, just in case they needed any additional motivation.

Head on inn at the hairy sea cat.

If a seat you'd like to take, first the glass you'll have to break.

If you were a man made of snow, where for a doughnut would you go?

I sued the South Butt for mocking me.

Most mermaids live in the deep blue sea, but this one serves you coffee and tea.

 

I'm half a pair, and too big to wear.

Some of our teams were pretty competitive, while others took the opportunity to shop and eat.  At the end of the hunt, we'll all headed back to the farmhouse for pizza, cake with candles and a movie.  
Happy Birthday, Rachel!  We love you!!

Winter Camping

February has been a snowy month in Maine, and yesterday's storm brought just the right kind of packy snow for snow cave building.



Rick dragged several unwilling kids outside as the snow was still falling, and eventually dragged them into a sense of enthusiasm about a giant cave project.

Even Zac got into the spirit of things after he saw the scope of the idea...

"You never out grow playing in the snow. It just gets more sophisticated."

Rick has done his share of snow cave survival training, and has been waiting for the chance to get the kids in on it.  They headed out at bedtime with warm clothes and sleeping bags, and I didn't see them again until this morning.  And most of them got some sleep. 
          I guess you can call that a success.

The inside of the cave, ready for sleeping.

For orientation, the sleeping bags are on a raised shelf (of snow, of course) with a lower area down by the opening so that the cold air will sink, keeping the warm air up around the sleepers.  The green foreground is just a tarp hanging down into that lower area.  

And here they are, the winter campers.  They all had a blast, and I'm pretty sure the kids all know that they have an awesome daddy!

A small renovation.

When this old farmhouse was built, back in the 1840's, the only bathroom would have been located somewhere out back, some distance from the house, the location of which I will happily leave a mystery.

Since then, there have been bathrooms retro-fitted into various nooks and crannies of the house.  One of these is squeezed into the eaves of a corner of the master bedroom.  It is a tiny little space, and has been without any aesthetic appeal whatsoever.  The only thing it has really had going for it was all the natural light that pours in through a skylight.

We recently gave our bathroom a face lift with  new cabinets and sink, and the removal of some bulky wood trim and an obsolete heater.  The heater was the suprise item in this project.  Not that it was there. The brown metal box that protruded from the wall was the first thing you saw when you walked in the room after all.  The fact that it wasn't actually an electric heater (as we had been told), but was in fact a hot water radiator was a surprise.  But at this point, we expect a surprise somewhere in every project.  You know, the kind of surprise that means more work.  It just turned out to involve plumbing this time.

Unfortunately, I didn't take a before photo, but even without seeing the horrifying leftover Home Depot-ish ill-fitting, bulky cabinet, and bright yellow trim paint, (not to mention the heater) the end result might be appreciated on its own merits.

I have really been enjoying this improvement!

Wouldn't a wide angle lens be nice?  sigh

Family Photos

Last August, we finally got around to getting a new family portrait done...after all, Gus was an infant in the last one.

                    And Precious Time is Slipping Away.