Meanwhile in Hershey.

Don't forget, it's today!

2010-05-18T14:04:00.001-04:00

Daddy's home.

2010-04-07T22:48:00.003-04:00

Best time of her day.

It's a Coleman alright.

2010-04-05T11:34:00.004-04:00

Not too much blogging and Facebooking going on around here lately, as my laptop has been preoccupied with Google Search ... 'Gender Prediction', 'Calculate BMI', 'How to alleviate nausea', and 'Healthy diet for pregnancy". Yes, it's true. And in spite of Annie's prayers for me to birth 2 African babies, the doctor assures us it's only one American, partially Filipino baby. I asked Annie if she'd like a shirt that said, "I'm the Big Sister" and she agreed, until she had a better idea. "How 'bout a shirt that says 'I'm a Ninja Turtle."

Ever blessing, ever blessed.

2010-04-04T21:39:00.000-04:00

All thy works with joy surround thee

Earth and heaven reflect thy rays.Joyful music leads us sunward
Songs surrounding, unbroken praise
The Giver of immortal gladness
Calls us to rejoice in Him.

***

My ears had heard of you,
my now my eyes have seen you.
Job 42:5

Happy Easter.

Fun Saturday morning with friends.

2010-03-06T22:31:00.006-05:00

The negotiators.

Almost warm enough to enjoy the outdoors; perfect day to start rock collecting.

And who knew Elvis had an outtie?

First slumber party.

2010-03-02T22:15:00.000-05:00

Like Father, Like Daughter: Little Imelda

2010-02-18T22:04:00.001-05:00

Four feet in 8 hours.

2010-02-10T21:40:00.003-05:00

Morning perch.

2010-02-06T10:43:00.002-05:00

Annie perched on the radiator behind our bed, mesmerized by the "fuge" snow.

Did you say "AFRICA" grandpa?!?

2010-02-05T11:28:00.007-05:00

Annie holding her "Africa" folder.

Ever since Annie overheard her Grandpa say he would be in Kenya this August, it's set off an independently produced 24-7 sales campaign for her to be included. I'm doing little to tamp down her excitement, since it's a place I've also fantasized about visiting after weeping my way through the plight of Baroness Blixen. Annie's obsession is more recent though, ignited by an incredible concert we attended in December. Whenever anyone responds to her pleading with a generic "we'll have to see," she corrects them, "No, we need to pray about it." And when she convinces us to accept the deal to pray, she's goes happily on her way. I am quite sure this has much to do with the last major request she asked for, and we told her to pray about it:

What have we set ourselves up for?

On the trail again.

2010-02-01T23:17:00.005-05:00

We had such a fun weekend on the road with the Sam Rohrer campaign. 13 hours of Pennsylvania roads in 2 days, zero naps and two caucuses later, Annie has us convinced she's just as happy to be on the road, making friends as she is vegging with mom on the couch catching up on Bindi the Jungle Girl.

It's taken a couple of weeks to post this.

2010-01-23T17:05:00.004-05:00

In keeping with my second resolution, I offer these pictures courtesy of an unsupervised half hour, a four year old and her dog. When I went upstairs to check on Annie, the door was locked; I asked her to open it and she responded, "I don't want to" and started crying, I knew I was in for something. "Why, Anna?" "Because I was so naughty." When she finally cracked the door, she was quick to explain she "accidentally painted more spots on Perdi, and herself, too."

Gershwin at the fire hall.

2010-01-15T11:25:00.006-05:00

Tuesday, Jeff and I celebrated eight years of marriage at a fire hall rally in Kempton, PA. I was asked beforehand if this was going to be alright and, surprising even myself, I said "yes."

Generally, we plan something a little out of the ordinary, a weekend away or an extravagant meal somewhere different. This year, I just felt so thankful to be working together again, celebrating at an event we both worked on somehow sounded special. (We have both missed working together for a long time.)

I wait all year to hear Jeff sing one song, the song. He sang it to me at our wedding and he makes me wait until the 12th every year to hear it. Well he surprised me Tuesday by standing on a folding chair in the middle of a fire hall with microphone in hand crooning "Someone to Watch Over Me".

Over the past eight years, I'd say we've both done some 'watching over'. God has carried us in the most difficult of times, and smiled down on us as He's refocused our lives and filled them with joy. Of all the things I've been given, I'd have to say I'm most grateful for the experience of engaging life fully with my best friend.

Living in the moment.

2010-01-08T14:51:00.000-05:00

It was part of resolution number one and it challenges me every day, especially when my teux-deux list is full: living in the moment. I was sorting laundry today when I noticed Annie salivating over three baskets full of warm fluffy socks and blankets. I'm usually the "no honey, these are clean" mom but today I gave in and offered a basket to her. In disbelief, she buried in and lured me in to some pretty entertaining games of

"see if you can find me"

&

"princess and the pea".

Occupational hazzard.

2010-01-08T07:36:00.001-05:00

So far Annie doesn't seem to mind me working from home. There are certain phone calls that last longer than I'd like, though, and I never know what to expect when I reemerge from my office.

Back in the saddle again.

2010-01-07T14:56:00.010-05:00

December brought an exciting and intimidating change for me, I re-entered professional life. For the past few weeks I've been readjusting to working in politics again as the Field Director for Sam Rohrer's gubernatorial campaign here in Pennsylvania. Working with Jeff again (who serves as consultant to the campaign) has rocked our world, it's been a blast spending our evenings scheming on the couch, and working date nights into campaign staff meetings. But the best part by far has been bringing Annie along to campaign rallies; she loves being with the energetic crowds. The picture above: her taking a picture of the press crew shooting Sam on stage.

Since a full time job has the potential to crowd out all things personal, I took some time this week to write out resolutions, or goals for this year. I looked back to our family values for inspiration.

Love God.

Perhaps an impossible resolution to make, but I think one way I can prepare for this is by scheduling alone, quiet time in nature once a week. I resolve to live in the moment, too. Sometimes I have the tendency to wait until I get to the main thing before I stop and enjoy God. I'm also looking for suggestions on some solid, reformed, independent studies I could work through. I love Piper, Brennan Manning and Chuck Swindoll - if you know of any in that vein, I'd love to hear about them.

Relate authentically.

When it comes to being real with people, my practical resolutions are this: people matter more than things or to-do lists. When people collide with my schedule, I resolve to put my work aside and welcome these divine interruptions. Also, when my doorbell rings, I promise to answer it every time, no matter the state of my home - or my appearance. : ) I purpose to guard against old habits, like stressing over the importance of 'presentation'.

Practice hospitality.

Have friends and neighbors over for dinner or coffee each week.

Live with simplicity.

Construct a budget and cut down on discretionary spending; identify projects / ministries we can more aggressively support. Plan family date nights that involve 'simple' fun like nature hikes and family games.

Engage the culture with courage.
Investigate various foster parent opportunities, see if Anna and I could volunteer together with an after school program in the inner city. Schedule a culturally enriching activity each month with Anna, such as museums, galleries and the performance arts. Write a reading list of classics I've never read and work through them each month. And last but not least, Sam Rohrer for Governor!

All I want for Christmas is ...

2010-01-07T13:11:00.001-05:00

... my two front teeth! We spent Christmas Eve in the E.R. after Annie had a minor accident at our church service. She calmed down rather quickly, the doctor said she must have swallowed them, as we couldn't find them anywhere. It was definitely a Christmas to remember, but if I hear another joke about song ...

Since I was basically a wreck on the drive to the hospital, Jeff reminded me of something our pastor asked in a sermon a few weeks ago: "Do we want our kids to be safe or brave?" It helped put things in perspective for me.

Christmas catch up.

2010-01-06T16:52:00.002-05:00

Pop whipping up his famous and heart-healthy pancakes, sausage, bacon and ham.

Sweet view (and conversation) as everyone enjoyed their Christmas pancakes.

Every year, Jeff and I say we won't exchange gifts but it never quite works out that way.

Anna playing with one of the first "girlie" toys she's ever requested.

Mrs. Gleason indulged Anna in a dinner-long tea party.

Dear friends, Lee and Leena.

Miss Janine Gleason with significant other, Master Joel Coleman.

Serving ginger cake, in the coolest apron ever - a gift from my gramma.

The whole crew, after eating a-l-l day.

Thank heaven for little girls.

2009-12-18T10:29:00.000-05:00

... and visits from best friends.

Our newest addition!

2009-12-14T20:54:00.002-05:00

On the move.

2009-12-11T15:33:00.004-05:00

Took 3 days to end this at our house.

2009-11-04T15:33:00.001-05:00

What are your core family values?

2009-11-03T12:18:00.008-05:00

On Sunday night, our Life Group from church was asked to report back and share the five core family values we had come up with for our family. Have you ever done an exercise like that? Here's what we came up with; I'm considering having ours framed so we remain cognizant of where we need to focus.

Seek to know and do God's pleasure.

As a family that's spent so much time in politics, we're especially aware of the tendency to put on a happy face and hide any personal vulnerabilities.

When we open our home, we most see what a joy it is to serve others.

Outwardly more simple, inwardly more rich.

Engage the culture with courage. "to act justly, and to love mercy ..." Micah 6:8

Trick or Treat!

2009-10-30T11:42:00.002-04:00

Annie was a cat last night, she dressed herself and asked for help with the face. She's never cared for cats until Hattie adopted us, ever since she thinks they are amazing and scary at once. Whenever someone would say, "Oh, look at the cutest little kitty!" she'd answer, "Oh, it's just a costume. See my people face?"

Future Secretary of State.

2009-10-23T16:07:00.004-04:00

Check out the deal she struck with Jeff when it came time to wash her hair:

Ain't she purdy?

2009-10-12T17:29:00.005-04:00

Jeff picked it up as a surprise! I've been wanting a vintage typewriter for the longest time; I think it'd be so fun to type out little notes to send to friends and make labels for baked goods. He also brought home a working 8mm video camera:

with which he follows me around the house until I give in and blow kisses, wave to the camera and point to my pretend pregnant belly. There's an eery Zabruder-esque quality to it all.

My cutest thing he found, though, is this pink cheese cover, which matches Anna's kitchen set perfectly. I think it'd be really cute to use at a kid's birthday party.

Lots of questions here lately.

2009-10-12T11:11:00.003-04:00

Annie and I have been enjoying a wonderful book together, Leading Little Ones to God. After one of the chapters, she told me she wanted Jesus to live in her heart and so prayed, all by herself, while I listened. There have been a few points that seem to really stick with her lately; the idea of constant love no matter how we behave, the idea that God can help us do things we don't feel like doing, and the joy of being grateful.

When she opened a popsicle, hoping for a green one, and saw it was indeed green, she yelled, "Thank you Jesus!" When she wiggled free from Jeff's hand in a parking lot she began to cry in the backseat when we delivered her consequence. In between sobs, she asked, "Did I sin?" At bedtime that night, she said she could pray by herself, and she began: "Dear Lord Jesus, please clean up my heart. (Long pause) Thank you very much. Amen." And when we read the chapter on the holiness of God, Anna stopped me mid-sentence in her bubble bath and prayed, "Dear Lord Jesus, make me holy. (Again, long pause) Thank you very much."

She's very confident in when she prays, a good example for her me. One time, I remember asking her if she loved Jesus and she answered truthfully, "No. I don't love Him." I suggested we could pray about that and she took the lead, praying right then and there. After the amen, she opens her eyes wides and says, "I love Him now!" She cracks me up.

In case your didn't know.

2009-10-12T07:46:00.001-04:00

from retrotogo

Morning at a Farm Market.

2009-10-09T16:17:00.008-04:00

There aren't a lot of things prettier than an open air market in autumn. Annie and I met some new friends from church at just such a place this morning.

Besides the gigantic spider, Anna was well pleased with the large wooden sandboxes filled with soybeans, and the hay maze, too.We are attending a new church now, New Covenant Presbyterian. It has been an incredible change for us; this church was so welcoming right from the first Sunday. The change has had a major impact on my life - rather than feeling somewhat isolated in a large congregation, we now look forward to seeing new friends throughout the week at small group and get-together's. Sunday mornings are even happier in our home, there's an excitement about going to worship. Ever think about how motivating it is to start the week out by being challenged, I mean really convicted about surrendering your life?

The other thing I love about it is Annie gets to be with us all through singing. It's something else to be holding her little hand as she's singing with us, or to have her resting on my shoulder and hear her singing her favorite song to Jesus, even though we're singing something totally different.

Along with Bible stories, there's an intentional incorporation of practical theology into kid's lessons, even for three year olds. On one of her take-homes, I was reading the question, "Why wasn't Caleb mad about being put on the same soccer team as Daniel? It was followed by, "What is the word that tells us God is everywhere, He is all powerful and in charge of everything?"

Finally, as someone prone to making checklists and having a plan in place, here's something from Sunday that's been challenging me all week:

Ours is not a call to greater self will, but greater surrender.

Happy Birthday, Amazing Grace.

2009-10-08T16:07:00.010-04:00

Over one year ago, Annie told us she wanted a real fishing pole. Since she was only two at the time, I explained she could have one when she turned four. Well guess who just turned four and never forgot that promise?

Over time, fishing became the theme of the party in her mind, with a few minor additions so that the final invitation read, "Please come to Anna's Turtle-Fishing-Ladybug-Dalmation-Mermaid party."Grandpa showed up to give lessons, but it didn't take long before she was hooking the worms herself. The real trick, though, would be to actually have her catch a fish, she had hinted we couldn't leave until we did so I think every adult was trusting in Divine Providence to provide hungry fish. I don't know who was more excited when she got her first nibble - that little cutie pie reeled in her very own fish! Amazing.

The day was really quite beautiful. Slow paced and surrounded by family, doing something Anna's been dreaming of for such a long time. It's astonishing to think how fast four years have flown. She's such a fun little girl to be around, life would be pretty dull without her. I feel so grateful to have had such a sweet day celebrating her - the best birthday gift.

We've been busy.

2009-10-08T15:20:00.005-04:00

But hasn't everyone? Anna's had plenty of practice as a four-year-old school girl now, we've taken a handful of trips together, and just as the leaves were warming in color, a sweet but malnourished tabby adopted us.

Preschool is fun. And not just for Anna. Parents take turns providing snacks and volunteering at parties, so we [Annie and I] have been having a ball baking cookies and thinking up clever ways to present snacks like cheese and vegetables. I'm warned the joy will eventually wear off, so I'm trying to enjoy it while it lasts.

Then about 6 weeks ago, a scrawny, partially hairless, orange tabby was dumped in our neighborhood. Not being a cat person, I wasn't particularly wishing that she stuck around, but after waiting for a month, she's here to stay. Jeff and Anna have convinced me. Her name is Hattie, the Cattie. It was given to her by a preschooler fascinated with rhyming, wanna guess who? I think it was probably just an evolution from a Dr. Seuss favorite.

We celebrated Anna's 4th with such a fun family event. But there are so many pictures from that fun day, I think it will get its own post. Happy Fall!

Oh, Oscar, My Love.

2009-09-17T21:07:00.005-04:00

Yet another spring collection I had to see from online instead of the inside of a Bryant Park tent. The shots from Oscar's show are so bright and alive though, that it feels like I touched them. It is a bit cruel to show us gowns (or designs) we can't wear until we've suffered through winter, though, isn't it?

2009-09-09T11:01:00.003-04:00

First, first day.

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And it went swimmingly. Armed with her turtle 'pack-pack', stuffed with snacks and plush turtles, she never even waved goodbye. When I picked her up, she squeezed me so hard and said, "I just love school mom! Did you miss me? I missed you."

Baby Powley, we are so excited to meet you!

2009-09-07T14:40:00.000-04:00

Just got back from Texas. My baby sis, Manda, is expecting her first baby! She's having a rough go of it, though, with more than her fair share of complications. I'm happy to report all the stressful news didn't keep us from having an incredible week; we laughed so hard my sides hurt. Plus, it just kills me how beautiful she looks. Not a stitch of make up, just a bright, peaches and cream complexion and the sweetest little belly bump. Clearly this is a woman who glows while pregnant. Her morning sickness lasts all day and night, yet she didn't complain once. Incredible how two sisters can handle pregnancy in such different ways.

For planning purposes.

2009-09-06T21:57:00.000-04:00

No. 1: Christmas party.
No. 2: Answering phones at Jeff's office. Not really. Anna saw it and said, "Oh my goo-ness! It's a marvelous Dalmation outfit!"

The Perfect Gift.

2009-08-25T23:11:00.005-04:00

Jeff surprised me with Julia's "French Cooking" tonight and no doubt he will definitely benefit from the sweet gesture. The desserts have drawn me in, and although I confess to being a bit less ambitious than Ms. Powell when it comes to aspics, between the desserts and dinners, there appears plenty to keep me busy. Well beyond 365 days.

Guest for the Weekend: Box Turtle from the Trail

2009-08-24T23:07:00.002-04:00

2009-08-17T22:50:00.003-04:00

With Jeff out of town, I'm taking a break from posting for the next several days. Looking forward to enjoying some fun things planned for 'just us girls.'

T-Minus 36 Hours and Counting ...

2009-08-15T09:17:00.009-04:00

Now where did we leave off? Last I remember, Pete was playing hookie at the resort pool and Don ran off to Palm Springs with the mysterious nomad. In anticipation of the new season, I checked out the site and learned they're having a contest to find someone with Madmen style; so dressed in borrowed frocks from Gramma, here's me ready for the casting call.That's not entirely true, though. My sister took these years ago as a gift for Jeff, but the contest reminded me of them and I had to find them. In the end, nothing's as cool as the "Madmen-ize" yourself game on their website. So fun!

2009-08-15T00:06:00.007-04:00

It's been a long and conversation-filled day. Just saw this ad, and although I get the point, it more aptly demonstrates the typical speed and variety of dialogues I carry on with Anna during the day. It exhausts me just to watch it.

Play date in the city.

2009-08-11T15:47:00.006-04:00

Here are Caleb and Anna just before their big afternoon on City Island. These guys were such a hoot together. The chatter was non-stop and was somewhat of a break for me since they had each other for their endless 3 and 4 year old questions. In Anna's left hand, her baby {Tuck, the superhero turtle} and in Caleb's right, his wallet {$9.00 in a ziplock}. How precious is that? Caleb you are invited for a playdate anytime you want, buddy.

He knows how to make me smile.

2009-08-10T15:00:00.000-04:00

When I woke up and grabbed my coffee this morning, I smiled at what Jeff scratched unto the recipe I had hanging over my stove. Just a little 'Julia' to get my morning started right.

Where will you be tonight?

2009-08-06T12:08:00.008-04:00

Me? In a theater watching Julie and Julia! This is the movie I've waited all year to see: Julia Child, Meryl Streep, and French cooking ... it's the ultimate trifecta. Nora Ephron was on Morning Joe yesterday, and the funniest thing was all these male talking heads jabbering about how they can't wait to see it either. In preparation for the premiere, I'll be downloading the soundtrack - just saw it features the Talking Heads, as well as plenty of French mandolins.

If you followed Julie Powell's original blog as she cooked her way through "Mastering the Art of French Cooking," this story about her slow-food, 'serious cook' critics is pretty interesting. It references Julia's sentiments regarding Powell's cooking experiment but they seem understandable to me. I don't think of Powell as a cook's cook, but someone I can identify with - a curious person on a mission to experience life.

The ad you didn't see.

2009-08-03T23:54:00.007-04:00

I posted this to my Facebook in January but since it just recently came up in conversation, I decided to post it again. The Catholic pro-life lobby produced it for the Super Bowl - not surprisingly, NBC rejected the spot. It's quite powerful and makes a solid point.

Happy Birthday, baby sis.

2009-08-03T07:26:00.000-04:00

Sisters don't need words. They have perfected a language of snarls and smiles and frowns and winks - expressions of shocked surprise and incredulity and disbelief. Sniffs and snorts and gasps and sighs - that can undermine any tale you're telling.

She is your mirror, shining back at you with a world of possibilities. She is your witness, who sees you at your worst and best, and loves you anyway. She is your partner in crime, your midnight companion, someone who knows when you are smiling, even in the dark. She is your teacher, your defense attorney, your personal press agent, even your shrink.

I love you,
Bekk

Anna and Oliva do Dutch Wonderland.

2009-08-02T21:44:00.002-04:00

There's not much cuter than a couple of little girlfriends enjoying a fun day together. Seems like anytime they could, they'd sneak away for a conversation alone.

It reminded me of something Anna's pediatrician told me a while back as we discussed social interaction with other kids for Miss only-child Anna. He said that a lot of parents have a tough time dealing with the constant baby-talk, that it's natural for adults to crave grown-up talk. And likewise preschoolers tire quickly of constant grown-up talk, thrilled when they finally have someone at their own level to chat with. It was so true that day!

In the afternoon, the Dairy Princess crossed our path, and Olivia's reaction was so darling. It thrilled her, she lit right up and dashed over for a picture. Look at her little leg, all posed like a princess herself! She's not taking her eyes off that gown for anything. And where's Anna you may ask? Well not in the princess picture, that's for sure. She waited for Olivia to finish, then the princess came over to say hi and all Anna had to say was, "Do you have to wear that EVERY DAY?"

Have you heard Jeff and Anna's new show?

2009-07-23T13:18:00.009-04:00

Click To Play

Anna listened to Jeff giving an interview on the radio this morning. It inspired her to be 'on the radio' too, so this is what we did before lunch.

Workin' at the Car Wash.

2009-07-20T10:05:00.003-04:00

Anna brought her own car along to the car wash yesterday. It kept her happy and occupied while Jeff and I tended to ours.

So excited to order this!

2009-07-20T06:28:00.000-04:00

I may not be as excited about this suitcase if I hadn't just experienced traveling alone with an exhausted Anna and a few heavy carry-ons. The great thing about it is it's a suitcase that little kids can ride on as you pull it along, and its available in a ladybug design! If you're interested, you can find it here: Trunki.net

Meet Mert, Pert and Gert. [and friends]

2009-07-18T15:48:00.007-04:00

Jeff spent a significant portion of his childhood in the Philippines. As he has explained, it's the place that his obsession (my word) with turtles began. So it was of little surprise to me when we passed a reptile shop the other day and he decided it was high time to get Anna on board the turtle train. Fully aware that Anna's interest, or lack thereof, would be inconsequential to the inevitable purchase, Anna and I followed him into Turtle Crossing.

Boy did the owner see us coming. Two turtles, an aquarium, landing rocks, a tank filter and heater later, our spontaneous turtle adventure turned into quite the investment. Almost two months later, we've buried five of the originals yet somehow now have seven. Seems each time Jeff and Anna make the trip to pick up more turtle food they return with more than just worms and shrimp.

So if you're keeping track, add turtles to the list of things Anna lives for - they can go right under ladybugs. And in case you couldn't guess, she was the one who named them: Mert, Pert, Gert, Lert, Dirt and Shirt. The bright orange turtle is the only one she chose not to rhyme, he's Snotrod and if you think that sounds ridiculous, you haven't watched Pixar's Cars:

Our Visit to Gigi's.

2009-07-16T08:55:00.001-04:00

Tuesday, Anna and I returned from an incredible trip to Florida: we flew down and spent nearly a week with my gramma - Anna's great grandmother, or GiGi for short. My gramma and I have always been close and it warmed my heart to see Annie adore her as much as I do. GiGi was so loving and patient and always ready and willing to indulge Anna's request for just 'one more story.' The first evening we were back in our home, she was having a hard time settling into bed. While Jeff was rocking her, she sobbed an especially mournful, "I miss GiGi." Thank goodness we took a lot of pictures, we've been reliving the trip every day.

Good to be reminded.

2009-07-07T22:40:00.003-04:00

People are often unreasonable, irrational, and self-centered. Forgive them anyway. If you are kind, people may accuse you of selfish, ulterior motives. Be kind anyway. If you are successful, you will win some unfaithful friends and some genuine enemies. Succeed anyway. If you are honest and sincere people may deceive you. Be honest and sincere anyway. What you spend years creating, others could destroy overnight. Create anyway. If you find serenity and happiness, some may be jealous. Be happy anyway. The good you do today, will often be forgotten. Do good anyway. Give the best you have, and it will never be enough. Give your best anyway. You see, in the final analysis, it is between you and God. It was never between you and them anyway.

Written on the wall of Mother Theresa's home for children in Calcutta.

2009-07-07T10:30:00.003-04:00

While washing my car, I realized the V had gone missing. As I was looking around for it, audibly mumbling "where is that v?", little stinkerbelle ran inside, and victoriously reappeared with the fix. I [almost] wanted to keep it that way.

First Bugs, Now Slugs.

2009-07-05T22:18:00.001-04:00

Lola's fertile yard yielded a new creature for Annie to love this weekend. Can't say I recall the same fondness for holding a talking to slimy slugs when I was three. I tell you, sometimes it is so hard to disguise my own fear or disgust with some of the creatures you "rescues" and shares.

The hammock revisited.

2009-06-30T16:07:00.000-04:00

Above: The days when you could actually relax and share a nap in a hammock.

Below: And the days you wouldn't dare close your eyes while relaxing in a hammock.

For My Husband:

2009-06-29T10:46:00.001-04:00

Design even a three-year-old can appreciate.

2009-05-22T11:20:00.006-04:00

Last night I picked up this clay vase while shopping for our currently-being-redecorated living room. Since repainting the walls this modern gray-blue shade, I'd like to add navy and orange accents. It's nice to see Anna likes it, too. When she came downstairs this morning, she saw it and immediately said, "WOW! Is that the Piston Cup Mom?!" Refresher:

Fit for a Blooming Entomologist.

2009-05-20T15:16:00.002-04:00

This book, published in the late 60's, is full of such charming, vintage illustrations I'd like to reproduce them and frame them for Annie's room.

It tells a great story, too. The zookeeper, more concerned with tidy cages, fails to appreciate the important job Helen the spider does: she keeps the animals comfortable by spinning beautiful webs and catching flies. As far as Anna's concerned, any story wins when bug plays protagonist.

Be Nice to Spiders By Margaret Bloy Graham Published by Harper and Row, 1967

Also, these pictures were inspired by Inchmark, the most beautiful and inspiring creative blog.

It's Primary Day in Pennsylvania.

2009-05-19T18:52:00.004-04:00

Thankfully, this year I was able to select all my candidates before Anna pushed the enticing, large green "Vote" button.

In search of an honest judge [candidate].

2009-05-18T14:01:00.003-04:00

Two local judicial candidates have run a couple of classy campaigns this primary. Horace Ehrgood and Charlie Jones, both seeking a seat on the Lebanon County bench, promise the usual: honesty and fairness, with a "firm interpretation of the law", but you could probably tell that just by the "Judge Ehrgood" and "Judge Jones" yard signs. That is unless you didn't know they weren't already judges. Just lawyer candidates all too excited to see 'judge' before their names. Then you might not think these were the classiest guys after all. Actually, they may come across as juvenile, smarmy and anything but someone able to offer a firm interpretation of the law. I love their cleverness, though. Narrowly squeaking by ethics fines, they stealthily slip a "For" on the signs. I wish I could vote against them tomorrow, unfortunately (or fortunately rather) they aren't running in my county.

Ladybug Festival.

2009-05-15T16:42:00.003-04:00

Ever since we had heard about the Ladybug Festival in Delaware, we've been planning to go. Gracie has been nuts about love bugs for the longest time now and the trip didn't disappoint. All sets of Grandparents attended with us, along with some other good friends. It was all about the ladybugs that weekend; what a fun time.

Sculpture Gardens.

2009-05-14T22:53:00.001-04:00

Check out this sculpture Anna found yesterday. How fun is that? Apparently the artist created an entire collection of spiders.

Spider; Louise Bourgeois
National Gallery of Art Sculpture Garden
Washington D.C.

2009-05-12T14:40:00.000-04:00

After church, Anna was pleased as punch to offer me two gifts she made "all by herself:" a fruit loops necklace and a geranium in a Dixie cup. Before they even left her hands she implored, "Can I eat it now please?!"

Happy Mother's Day Mom!

2009-05-10T12:37:00.000-04:00

Funny article.

2009-04-20T14:37:00.003-04:00

Comic Sans drives me crazy, this is a funny article about the guy trying to ban the font. There's also a hilarious Flickr pool showcasing Comic Sans being used in the most inappropriate places.

Go Rich, go!

2009-04-16T14:45:00.006-04:00

The headline caught my eye: "Fan facing legal trouble after writing in Oshie for mayor." The story is interesting if you didn't read it here. Apparently, the voter snapped a picture of his competed ballot and posted it on his blog unaware of the legalities. According to the story, sharing the contents of a completed ballot is a class-four election offense in Missouri, and carrys up to a year in jail and a $2,500 fine. The capitvating central figure in the story is the courageous and intrepid county elections director, Rich Chrismer who said, "the Oshie voter violated the law, and I'm going to prosecute, they may have thought the photo was cute, but it was very serious."

I am cracking up.

Bye-bye Beulah. And Toby.

2009-04-15T13:29:00.002-04:00

April 1st turned out to be full of surprises for our whole family, but they didn't leave any of us laughing. Jeff called mid-afternoon to ask that we come pick him up in rainy Lancaster ... his car (Anna's beloved "Toby") broke down and appeared to be down for the count. While on our way to pick him up, Anna and I were in a pretty bad accident - totaling our last car standing ... Beulah. Amazingly, we both escaped unharmed, just a little stiff and sore. The silver lining would have to have been Anna's reaction and I'm so thankful. Rather than being traumatized by all the mess and confusion of the air bag and smoke, she was delighted to speak with a real police man, watch Beulah get hooked up to "Mater" the tow truck, and ride home in a yellow taxi. The highlight, by far though, was the rental car - a Jeep with removable top. The afternoon Anna finally convinced Jeff to remove that monster of a top led to such a fun evening - chilly as it was. I think Trudy's vote is squarely in the convertible column now as well.

Attention Grandparents: Hide the Weed Killer!

2009-03-21T21:21:00.006-04:00

Anna and I encountered a Roundup weed killer ad on tv today. I suppose it's the first time the concept of a "weed" has come up with her, and the fact they used a pretty, yellow dandelion as their prey didn't help matters. In a discussion reminiscent of the "flice wotter" explanation, someone was left mystified and angered with the "very bad man" for taking out a "pretty little flower."

Luigi packs a punch.

2009-03-16T23:07:00.008-04:00

- Click to enlarge -

Anna slept in her crib for a long, long time. We were in no rush to get her out of it, and the fact that she was such a good sleeper made me reticent to alter sleeping arrangements. When we finally moved her into a little bed, to my surprise, she continued to sleep like a rock but it was Jeff and I who were constantly awakened. Anna is a bonafide packrat. After she is tucked in and the lights are out, she tip toes around her room and stockpiles. So after finally overcoming many months of what I've heard termed 'phantom-baby-cry' false alarms, we were now being awakened by jarring thuds of books, toys and pappies on the hardwood floor directly over our bedroom. I am happy to report that over time, her preferred objects migrated towards slighter, softer stuffed animals.

Until the day she got this:If you haven't already guessed, the main purpose of "Mack" is to house approximately 16 little die cast matchbox cars. And in case you're wondering, we have 20. Which means "Mack" don't stay shut too good.

You know how you can drop a penny from a sky scraper and because of the multiplied velocity, a single penny can kill a pedestrian?

May I present the proverbial single penny tucked in Anna's bed every night, Luigi. This seemingly harmless little Italian import has nearly roused more than a few heart attacks in the middle of the night.

Now multiply him by 20.

I wonder how much this costs.

I hate it when this happens.

2009-03-12T07:22:00.000-04:00

So do three-year-olds.

Brickbreaker.

2009-03-11T14:54:00.002-04:00

Brickbreaker is the only game on my Blackberry and since I refuse to pay for a Sudoku app, I've become addicted. So has my husband. We have an ongoing competition - one which we are pleased to welcome Jeff's dad, and his brother Joel. So here are my high scores - let the games begin. I'm hoping this new infusion of energy and competition will lure Kristi back to the game. What's your favorite timewaster?

Free Desktop Wallpaper.

2009-03-10T06:53:00.000-04:00

Clockwise from top left:

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Just another propaganda poster that cracks me up, although I'm not convinced our hyper-sensitive culture would let us get away with it anymore. I'm imagining an eco-billboard, "Mugabe doesn't maintain fully inflated tires either."

Our Latest Investment.

2009-03-09T23:06:00.005-04:00

Fine art can be an incredible investment in a volatile economy. Admittedly, I may not have the most critical eye when it comes to modern art, but I think you'll agree we procured a gem this weekend.

The blending of nationalistic themes with a piercing study of world culture, elevates the well worn Obama-art genre to an exhilarating level. No detail, and indeed, no man is spared in this bellicose epic, overflowing with literal and nuanced juxtapositions.

I'm excited to share it with you and would be honored to hear your reviews.

Wait for it ...

* Painting from the entertaining site, Bad Paintings of Barack Obama.

Feed Your Kids the Arts.

2009-03-08T22:17:00.001-04:00

The Ad Council has come up with another fun campaign for Americans for the Arts. In the clever television spots a painting comes alive to offer Van Goghgurt - "With live active culture." The Raisin Brahms are described as 'arts enriched' and 'part of a well balanced childhood.'

The Hershey Story.

2009-03-07T15:27:00.002-05:00

The best part of the new Hershey museum is the way they've integrated technology into the exhibits. You can design your own candy bar wrapper, or appear above the fold, even choose your own headline. After you finish, your asked for an email address so the finished product can be sent, free of charge. So fun!

Winston the Pig.

2009-03-06T14:37:00.005-05:00

A couple of weeks ago Anna and I came upon a charming little blog about a pig named Winston who likes to get mail: I Also Live on a Farm. That's Winston's mailbox next to her beautiful red barn. The pictures stole both Anna and my heart, she is one cute pig and Anna decided right away she should write her. In the meantime, the flu hit our home and we had neglected to check in with her Farm blog, so you can imagine what a surprise it was when a box arrived this week from Winston herself! Miss Piggy had babies, and she was sweet enough to send one to us, complete with adoption certificate. Anna named her little adoptee, what else, Wingo, and I'm pleased to report to Winston's family she is enjoying life in her new home in Hershey. Thank you again, we love her!

Doctrine over Dinner.

2009-03-05T14:46:00.004-05:00

In what's for sure a taste of things to come, I participated in a fascinating discussion with a friend of Anna's yesterday. While we were cooking dinner together, this clever little 9 year old began asking questions about the Veggietales movie that was playing in the background: Jonah.

Is that a true story?
How old was Jonah?
What kind of whale? Killer? Blue?

and then, in an instant, they got tougher:

So, when was God born?
Oh. But when did He get married? Who was His wife?
Oh. But then how did He have a Son?

Content with doing my best to tackle these heavy topics, she hit me with:

Did you know Zeus is the god of all the gods? He's the one in charge of it all.

Quite a list to cover while frying eggrolls.

* The picture above is of Anna and her friend mixing brownies.

Obama Renews Iraq War.

2009-03-03T22:50:00.002-05:00

WASHINGTON - President Obama announced Friday that he is renewing the Iraq war for one more season. The war will feature brand new episodes beginning immediately that will end in May. Following a summer hiatus, the war will return with all new material after Labor Day.

The news surprised many of the President’s supporters, who believed the war was going to be cancelled.

“I thought for sure this thing was going to wrap up after the March sweeps,” said Senator Barbara Boxer. “It turns out we’re all going to have to wait until August of 2010 to find out how it ends.”

To read more, visit the always satirical Carbolic Smoke Bomb.

Indoors again: Thumbprint Art

2009-03-02T07:55:00.000-05:00

Looks like another day to spend in doors. While planning a few projects to keep us [meaning Anna and I] happy and entertained, I came across the coolest books by Ed Emberley. Since I'm a sucker for any kind of children's craft that involves little hand and fingerprints, you know what we'll be doing today. The artwork on the cover alone will give you plenty of ideas; as long as you have different color stamp pads, you're in business.

The Show I Hate to Miss.

2009-02-25T06:56:00.005-05:00

Mika Brzezinski has my dream job and it drives me crazy. Have you ever watched her attempted banter with Joe and the crew? She'll say something provocative to engage, but when he squashes her with the facts she just says, "Oh dear, here we go" in a singsong voice and changes the subject. If I were in her chair I'd be even worse, though. Between Willie Geist and his infomercials, and Pat Buchanan's pithy retorts, I'd be both hysterical and flustered. Pat Buchanan stole my heart back during his days on Crossfire. And although Joe is believed to have been liberalized in the last couple of years, his old book Rome Wasn't Burnt in a Day, is a wonderful little book about fiscal discipline and the politics of policy.

Blooming Artists.

2009-02-20T11:21:00.008-05:00

Just click each of the above thumbnails to print a free coloring page. And here's an Andy Warhol coloring book sold on Couveture. Although I probably wouldn't ordinarily display a Campbell's soup can print, if Anna had done the coloring, it would end up in a frame.

Growing Up: State Farm Ad

2009-02-20T10:42:00.003-05:00

Friday. Finally.

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* Photo from Webgirlpip

Art for the Masses.

2009-02-06T15:30:00.000-05:00

At what point in the stimulus scheme, I wonder, will President Obama announce some kind of Roosevelt-style Federal Arts Project? It's hard to believe there won't eventually be some kind of economic incentive for a cross section that provided some of his most ardent support in 08. Remember all those kitschy Obama badges? Look here, if you don't. It wouldn't surprise me a bit if our post offices are littered with refreshed New Deal art by this summer. And even though I don't agree with the practice of government-funded art, it doesn't keep me from admiring some of the beautiful, Federally-commissioned illustrations from the 30's and 40's.
* Artwork from ReadyMade and the Library of Congress.

From Discovery Channel.

2009-02-06T14:06:00.000-05:00

These are two of the coolest toys I've seen in a while. Anna received both of them for Christmas and the novelty has yet to wear off. The first is a classic Viewmaster, enhanced by reels digitally fitted with an audio component. While it accepts the retro style inserts as well, Discovery produces some fantastic educational sets that lead you through the show, sound effects and all. The second toy, a projector, features the same functions as the Viewmaster, yet projects them on the wall and allows your child to push 'play' so they can relax and watch. What great ideas!

Inspiration Comes in Many Forms.

2009-02-05T15:38:00.001-05:00

Poor Trudy can probably blame all of this, on this:
The billboard which started it all.

Imagine the Potential.

2009-02-04T14:18:00.003-05:00

Thank you, Jennifro, for pointing me to this video. It infuriates me that one of the President's initial acts in office was to rescind the Mexico City policy and vow financial support for the U.N. Population Fund.

I Suppose He's Cute.

2009-02-03T12:50:00.000-05:00

"Awww! He is sooo cute! Oh, look! He's smiling at me! Mom, I will go swimming with him? Hi! Hi! Hi, fishy!" I will get a net, I will get some goggles and put on my brathing suit and I will JUMP in and go swimming with him. Aww. He's is so cute, mom! I can kiss him? Oh, I will give him a big hug."

*Free aqualife entertainment courtesy of Cabella's.

Frozen River.

2009-02-02T01:07:00.000-05:00

The Susquehanna is frozen; here are shots taken from City Island looking to the City. Click to see bigger pictures.

Give This Guy a Medal.

2009-02-01T22:21:00.002-05:00

Shawn Crawford, an Olympic sprinter who took home a silver at Athens, has given away his medal to a disqualified competitor. Apparently, the other guy veered out of his lane and got himself kicked out of the race. After reading what Crawford had to say about the whole thing, it's hard not to admire him: “I’m like, if a guy is 10 meters in front of me, I don’t care if he stayed in the middle of his lane. He was going to beat me anyway. He didn’t impede in anybody’s race.” That's pretty classy.

The Current "Misunderstanding."

2009-02-01T17:39:00.003-05:00

It baffles me up that the new President has replaced the term "War on Terror" with "enduring struggle against extremism." He believes the former sounds too aggressive.

Good for Liz.

2009-01-27T16:46:00.002-05:00

Just learned Isaac Mizrahi is now designing Liz Claiborne. Sounds like he has some good ideas to wake up the sleepy brand. He's done so much for making great style easy to come by.

A Three Year Old's Shopping Basket.

2009-01-27T15:40:00.004-05:00

If you ever need a laugh, give a three year old a few bucks and turn them loose in a dollar store. If they're anything like Anna, they will find the experience exhilerating and you'll wind up with the most random and entertaining purchases. This was the first time Anna has shopped with her very own money in her very own wallet, carried in her very own purse, thanks to Lola, who treated her to some crisp Washington's this weekend. Now, the coolest things in the dollar store, according to Anna: 1. A baton or "Walking Stick" 2. A Pinwheel or "Sunflower" 3. Giant Pencil "It's Fuge!" 4. Traffic Cones or "The hotel McQueen stays in" [Cars] & "That thing Buzz hides in when he crosses the road." [Toy Story]

It's Inauguration Day.

2009-01-20T23:16:00.005-05:00

And enjoy the show, it's lovely to watch.

Postcard :: Mark Lazenby

A Little More Snow.

2009-01-19T11:23:00.003-05:00

We finally had enough to put together a snowman, tiny and cone-shaped as he is. Anna's been dreaming of this for weeks, but what a disappointment when he did not come alive and sing and dance. She's blaming it on our lack of a black top hat.

Obama's Open Letter to Sasha and Malia.

2009-01-16T18:41:00.004-05:00

It was quite touching, wasn't it? Reminded me of the supply side economics and protective labor legislation sentiments my dad penned to me about when I was 8. Nothing says "I Love You" more than a publicly published love note on policy objectives.

Seriously?

To read the full letter :: Click here

New address.

2009-01-16T16:15:00.005-05:00

The blog can now be accessed directly at
MeanwhileinHershey.com.

"He made their tiny wings..."

2009-01-12T15:02:00.012-05:00

In Smarty the Adventurous Housefly, a little insect escapes his death by fly swatter which led to the question, "Mom, what's a flice wotter?" The answer was a tricky one for Annie. In our house, even these pesky stink bugs that sneak in window cracks get special treatment. Just below, you can see she's provided a particular one with sustenance, tea towel blankies and plastic ladybugs playmates. When I explained the purpose of a fly swatter, she just stared at me. With a scowl. All she said was, "That's not right." I love how Anna unwittingly reminds me to see things for what they are, tiny miracles. It reminds me of a beautiful hymn.

All things bright and beautiful,

All creatures great and small,

All things wise and wonderful,

The Lord God made them all.

Each little flower that opens,; Each little bird that sings,; He made their glowing colours,; He made their tiny wings.
: He gave us eyes to see them,; And lips that we might tell,; How great is God Almighty,; Who has made all things well.

Cecil Alexander, 1848

Photograph :: Denizen8
Book :: Frances Blankenbaker, Regal Books