Sheesh, it’s so quiet.

You could hear a pin drop on this blog.  What is going on over there in your life, Liz????? You ask.  Weeeeeeell, a bunch of stuff!  Didn’t I tell you?  Oh yeah, no I didn’t.

I don’t know why but I am just not in the blogging mood.  Plus, Mr. S. has been out of town all week in D.C. and my dear, sweet, amazing, generous mother has been here saving me from my offspring.  It’s been so glorious, I can’t quit fathom how I am going to survive the eight hours I’ll be on my own between the time she leaves tomorrow and the time my husband gets back home!  Do I really normally hold down the fort 45+ hours a week?  Not possible.

Anyway, popping in to give my love.

Over and out.

~ Liz

Pictures of Late


Cut off six inches of Roo hair


A neighbor came over…with their guinea pig…which they brought in a toy grocery cart…


finished up private swim lessons


park times


trip to the hands on museum


a friend carries her son and mine!


Evie chills out on hard surfaces


hand me down couch and chair


(Sick) Mr. S. helps Roo take her kindergarten CAT. She did great.






high swings


The ZouZou


starting to learn with no training wheels


frozen custard on a hot day


Daddy’s birthday cake


Daddy’s birthday dinner (with grilled steak)

Spoke Too Soon…

It is a lovely day today and I thought, let’s get Dairy Queen!

Evie slept peacefully and Mr. S. lay on the living room floor praying his hiccups, which he’s had for almost 48 hours now, would go away when I gathered up the older three and headed out the door.

The kids were all for a quick excursion to this place called “DQ” that they have only heard stories about.  “ZouZou, did you know that when we were driving home from the hospital after you were born, we stopped to get Blizzards at Dairy Queen?”  I told Z.  This was going to be great!

Less than ten minutes later we pulled into the parking lot and got out of the car.  The kids jumped onto the parking lot island while I shut the van door and turned around to herd everyone across the street and into the building.  Jack was being a little pickle, despite my many exclamations regarding the delicious ice cream we were going to get, and as I grabbed his arm to get him going, he yanked away and started crying.  I gathered him up like any other mother with a bunch of kids who doesn’t plan to get sidetracked every other minute and got everyone safely across the street.  Jack was still crying and I noticed he was holding his arm.  The one that I had pulled on.

He held his arm.

He cried in the store.

He cried on the way home.

His hand sort of lay limp in his lap and he cried when he moved it.

And now he is in the ER with his father who just called to tell me that Jack is no longer crying.  Instead he running around climbing on things and using both hands and both arms and acting like he is just as fine as can be.

Unlike his father and I.  We are all emergency-ed out, thank you very much.

A Week of Emergency

It seems to have all started on Thursday.

When Jack fell down the stairs.

All thirteen of them.

We had come in the from the garage and I was walking behind him with Evie in my arms when his little voice disappeared as he turned and tumbled from top to bottom with a good solid face plant somewhere around step number ten.  I watched in absolute horror as any mother would and followed down to swoop his hysterical little self up to assess the damage.

He didn’t sustain a single bruise other than a blister on his upper lip and some swelling around his upper nose.  He was shook up.  As was I. To say the very, very, very, very, very least.  Every time one of my children gets hurt I swear the trauma of it burrows into my shoulders for days.  Suddenly there is danger at every turn and life is too fragile and too tragic and I wonder, now that I have four, what my odds are of losing one.

I took him to the doctor the next day and he was fine.

I thought that I had done something to strain my back in the moment of shock (tensed up oddly, perhaps?), because on Thursday evening, my upper back ached.  By the time we got back from the doctor on Friday it was clear that the aches were not at all related to my back and most definitely related to the fever that had started in the morning.  Thankfully Mr. S. had called off of work at noon and I fell into bed for three hours in the early evening with the first real illness I’ve had in an incredibly long time.  Years?

Lying in bed felt very strange as I never really nap anymore.  I don’t think I’ve rested for that long since I was in the hospital after having Evie.  Granted, I use “resting” in a loose way since I spent a good deal of the time listening to the sounds of home — also known as the screaming, whining, laughing, yelling noise of my four children and my husband (not at all trying) to please everyone.  I think his penance was having to take care of the kids on a Friday afternoon after a crazy week of work and my penance was having to listen to him do it.

And Evie scream.  She likes to scream at her father at dinner time when mom is sick.

The first night involved all sorts of throbbing muscles and shivers and then full-out sweats.  And you know what else, it involved?  Evie.  Waking BY THE HOUR to nurse, all night long.  Halfway through, I remember gasping for Mr. S. to please get me some water!   I was so parched and feverish and Evie (the co-sleeper) had me cornered on the tiniest sliver of bed where I alternated between throwing off the covers in a burst of unbearable heat and cowering in a little ball freezing to death.  It was weird and pretty much the most miserable personal experience of recent memory.

The fever stayed until Sunday and in the morning left.  Like the demons in the horror flicks who move on to the next person, it moved on to Mr. S.  Not feeling all that great, I knew time was of the essence on Sunday and spent the day washing all of our linens and cleaning the whole first floor.  

You know when someone else gets a sickness you already had and you feel validated to hear them say things like “Wow. You weren’t kidding about that dizzy feeling.”?  There was a lot of that Sunday and Monday as Mr. S. started getting symptom after symptom and looking increasing unwell.

Sometimes I fantasize that my husband could breastfeed.  What I wouldn’t give for the “wow” moment of him experiencing what it’s like to be sick and nurse a seventeen pound exclusively breastfed baby!

By Tuesday (last) night, he decided that he might as well be tested for strep to see if he might be in need of an antibiotic since his version of the sickness seemed to be taking it’s sweet time.  At about eight o’clock at night he ran around the corner to the urgent care and called a few minutes later on his way to the ER because he has a fever of 103.4 *F.  When he got there, they took his temperature again and it was down to 99 *F so they gave him a steroid for his sore throat and brought him his discharge papers.  Mr. S. asked them to take his temp again since he was feeling warm and, low and behold, it was back up to 103.7 *F this time.  What the what?

Nothing came of it.

Just a virus.

The serious fever reducers they gave him only lowered his temperature about a degree and they sent him home around 11 p.m. with a temp of about 102.5.  I’m really curious now if I had fevers spiking as high as his!  I really need to start using the thermometer more so that Mr. S. and I can compete to see who can get higher fevers.

I think he’ll be off of work for the rest of the week.  They basically told him to stay far, far away until he’s fully kicked whatever this weird virus is.  It’ll be nice to get back into the swing of normal life around here!

Bedroom Pictures

Finally getting around to posting pictures of what we ended up doing with our bedroom.  It’s a modest little thing, but we tried!  When we started we basically had a bed on a frame, a holey duvet, metal mini-blinds, and two hundred dollars in gift cards.


We made a headboard.  The fickle stapler made for good times, I assure you.


I made a bedskirt.

WP_20140309_23_10_59_ProI found a new duvet cover (wow, that was the most difficult part!) and a friend gave us a king size down comforter.  We also switched rooms.

WP_20140404_12_15_46_Pro WP_20140404_12_16_08_ProMr. S. painted it blue.

WP_20140503_16_41_55_ProHe made me some very small nightstands.  We have a tendency to occupy small rooms and I wanted them to be usable if we ended up back in Jack’s room someday.

WP_20140526_15_06_41_ProHe’d never attempted that sort of thing before and to boost the difficulty factor, we learned that our hand-me-down saw doesn’t hold a ninety degree angle.  Needless to say, there was a decent amount of cussing involved in the construction of those tables!

Now our room looks like this:

WP_20140724_12_12_31_ProWe received a crib secondhand and I moved the co-sleeper over to my side of the bed.  Mostly to keep me from falling out of bed in the middle of the night!  Someday when we kick Evie out of our bed, I’ll be able to pack it away again. Or I suppose I could use a side rail, huh?

WP_20140724_12_13_10_ProThe white pillow shams that came with the duvet were king size and our bed is a queen so I decided to resurrect the tan shams from our old duvet and purchased a couple of cheap pillows to put in them.  I still want to find a fun colorful throw pillow.


I also want to get Evie’s initial and hang it on the wall over her bed.  Right now I’m using a borrowed bumper that doesn’t really fit.  I’ve been keeping my eye out for something better.


I found two simple candlesticks at Goodwill for three dollars and purchased some burlap to make new mats for picture frames I already had.  The black and whites are postcards I bought in Salzburg and the flower picture is a card from a friend.

WP_20140724_12_14_31_ProThat’s about it.  (Sorry, this next pic is blurry.  I think I was holding Evie at the time.)

WP_20140724_12_15_39_ProBack where we started.

WP_20140724_12_12_31_ProI have a tendency to be minimal to the point of creating rooms with no personality whatsoever and it is extremely difficult for me to hang things on walls!  The idea of decorating with meaningful pieces collected over time appeals to me and I’m sure I’ll add more items to the space as I find them.  I didn’t want to put things in there just for the sake of having more decorations so there are walls that maybe could use more pictures but that’s okay.  At least we have a start.

On a side note, I recently discovered the blog Like Mother, Like Daughter and have been enjoying the many posts on keeping house.  One of the tidbits of wisdom that I found there that I really appreciate is the idea that if you look at cleaning not so much as a chore as an effort to make your home pretty, it can make the prospect of keeping house more appealing.  Now that our bedroom is more put together, I enjoy making the bed and dusting and keeping it tidy much more that I did when it was just a room full of necessary furniture.  Interesting, huh?









First Grade Plans


Though I’m feeling gun shy about homeschooling again this year, selecting a curriculum is a lot of fun.

I was looking forward to attending the local homeschool conference this year and even arranged for Mr. S. to get off work and watch the kids, but instead of going, I ended up traveling out of state for a funeral.  I was disappointed because I would have liked to have seen some of the different curricula in person now that I’m more familiar with how Roo operates in regard to school.  Oh well!  The internet is a beautiful research tool, right?


I jumped online and poked around at various companies to see what was available in the realm of boxed curricula.  Some of them looked appealing but cost nearly $1000 and others were cheap but I doubted their ability to sustain our attention.  I knew I could swap out certain subjects in a boxed curricula for other things, but I still couldn’t find something that spoke to me.  The reason I was looking around was that part of me wanted to scrap everything I did last year and start fresh, but then when I thought about it, I realized that I chose the curricula I used last year for a reason and it might be a better use of my time to build on what we did last year.  Re-evaluate not so much what I taught, but how I taught it.


Since there is a rule that you if you homeschool and you blog, you have to share what you are doing, here’s my plan for the year:

Five In A Row (Vol. 2):

In FIAR, you read the same children’s book every day for a week (hence the name) and use the book as a jumping off point for studying social studies, geography, applied math, art, etc.  I really love this style of homeschooling and I think it allows for a lot of flexibility and fantastic exploratory learning.  Also, it allows for more than one child to get involved.  However, it requires planning and organization on my part to get the most out of it.

We used it briefly it last year and I made the mistake of trying to save money by getting most of the books from the library. I think that was my major downfall because I had way too much on my mental plate to plan things week by week. The books were hard to find and I got discouraged.  This time around, I purchased the whole set of books.  I priced them out used on Amazon to see if I could do the program on the cheap and found that there was only a fifteen dollar difference between scavenging for used books and buying a brand new set.  I hope to do the grunt work of planning for seventeen books/weeks before we even begin.  Kind of like meal planning — I want to stock the pantry and know what else I’ll need and when.

Basically Five in a Row is going to be my overarching framework.  My catch all.

STILL, I learned last year that while FIAR can be comprehensive, I need a little help with some subjects.

Enter the local home school co-op…

Co-op: Science, History/Geography, Memory Works

Roo will be doing three classes.  I anticipate doing some history and geography and science in the context of FIAR, but I like knowing I can prioritize other subjects and she’ll still get what she needs.

I don’t know yet what books they’ll be using.  I do know that the Science is taught by a former teacher and that the Memory Works is being taught by a woman who has had some sort of special training in the art of memorization.  (Memorization is a big aspect of the classical approach to education, but I have little confident in Roo’s receptivity to my instruction in that regard.)

There is some degree of parental involvement necessary to be part of the co-op and I’m toying with the idea of lining up a babysitter for Jack on those days to reduce my stress level and allow for some semblance of socialization.

Miquon Math and

After seeking advice from my all-important facebook forum of homeschooling mom-friends, I’m going to change math curriculum and do Miquon Math.  The main draw for me is that it is cheaper than many of the big names and favored by mothers I trust who don’t have a lot of time to devote to teaching math. is a website that does math drills.  Throwing it in here and there should be a nice change of pace.

Explode the Code

I used this program for phonics last year and it worked fine.  It’s not very expensive and relatively self-explanatory.  If it ain’t broke, as they say.

I’m not sure if I’ll need to add spelling into the mix?  I’m thinking that will come about organically with everything else we’re doing and we can get more formal about it next year.



That’s my tentative plan for curricula so far.  The reason I mention the general affordability of books is because I have come to learn that the cost of homeschooling materials can quickly get out of control.  The more I spend on books, the less there is to spend on supplies and extracurriculars.

Oh, and I plan to include ZouZou in FIAR and start her with All About Reading.  She’s signed up for pre-ballet and story time at the co-op.

My apologies for not providing links to the books.  With seemingly endless interruptions, I’ve probably already spent six hours trying to write this post.  My writing/posting is such a mess lately, it’s tempting to give up blogging altogether!

P.S.  The pictures are of bags of beads and blocks I discovered at a local thrift shop. They were marked five dollars a bag and as I stood in line to check out someone gave me a five dollar off coupon! The girls sorted them out and filled up four gallon-sized bags with beads, wood blocks, foam shapes, and plastic blocks that attach to each other.  

The New Twigs, July 2014

Gosh, my personal web time is crazy sporadic lately as I usually function with the Kindle during the day and it is not at all conducive to writing more than a sentence or two.  Also, it refuses to delete in combox typing and I find myself trying to comment on friend’s blogs and such and then trashing whatever it was I was trying to say because I really, really, really need that backspace button!  Oh dear online friends.  I have not abandoned you, in case you wondered.

:: settling into the house ::


This is our new retro porch glider.  My sister gave it to us and I brought it back after the funeral in the empty minivan. No lie.  I think it’s pretty much the most adorable thing ever and cannot believe that she was going to kick it to the curb!  It has a matching table and I want to make cushions.  Colorful ones.

I don’t feel like we’ve done much lately to pretty up the house, but since the last post — which was quite a while ago — I have finally made the girls’ curtains.


 When I went to take a picture of the curtains I realized that ZouZou had a sleeping bag hanging next to her head to keep out the light so I made this house looking curtain for her bed.


I still want to put curtains inside the “window” so that she can open and close them as her heart desires.

Also, we (a term I use rather liberally seeing as Mr. S. has done absolutely everything, lol) finished the nightstands and we put them into our bedroom yesterday! Our bedroom needs more personalizing and color, but it’s getting there.




:: settling into the neighborhood ::

I have a bunch of photos with our neighbors in them, but I don’t feel comfortable posting pictures of other people on the blog without permission.  Suffice to say, we’ve been hanging out with our neighbors and we enjoy them immensely.  (Um, I need to interrupt this post to inform you that I am now eating a root beer float of epic proportions thanks to Mr. S. who apparently makes only serious floats.)

The girls and Mr. S. walked down with everybody to the fireworks and this is what the crowds looked like.



:: settling into the community ::

Okay, truth be told, I’m sitting over the cold air vent in the kitchen and now I am totally over this post because I’m eating ice cream and freezing to death.  But I HAVE to finish for goodness sake!

Good news!  I got a library card. And I even have overdue library books now.

WP_20140616_16_13_40_ProPhew.  Gotta go find a blanket.  Ciao! 





WP_20140630_19_24_12_ProWhen I look in the mirror lately, it is as though someone else is looking back at me.  I am past my prime and my mind’s eye is in denial.  When I get all gussied up for an event and even on regular days when I manage to keep up with personal hygiene, I feel vibrant and young and enchanting…and then I catch my reflection or see a picture of myself and think Good grief!  Who is that haggard looking female with the stringy hair and horse teeth?

Oh no!  It’s me.

I have no complaints really.  I just thought I’d share that I am thinking about it.  The process of aging.

This roadmap of a body that I call my own has begun to tell the story of all of the places it has been.  The miles it has walked and the babies it has nursed and the glasses of ice tea it probably shouldn’t have drank.  In myself I see that the rosy youthfulness is gone.  Something about its passing makes me sad.  Perhaps my pride is hurt and I am faced with a greater sense of my own insignificance.  I fear invisibility.

And yet I have this growing respect for the human body and how amazing it really is.  Yes my hips are a little bit wack now, but they carried four babies to term and separated to give birth to them.  Sure my lips are thin (truth be told they never were one of my better features) but they have spent years and years allowing me to express my love.  When I die I want a tally of all of the kisses and smiles that came from these lips!  I hope it’s an astronomically high number and that I have worn away my youth in the best possible manner.

Now that things are all downhill I am thinking a glorified body in heaven sounds all the better, but in the meantime, I am striving to keep things in perspective over here and to be grateful.

And when I fail at that, I shall take consolation in the fact that I do have very nice feet.

The Fourth Of July From My Couch

I’m “alone” in the house tonight, which is to say that Evie and Jack are asleep and Mr. S. and the girls have walked down with the neighbors to watch the Fourth of July fireworks show.  For months now, the laptop has been immobile due to the fact that we have to attach a keyboard to it in order to use it.  Thank Jack.  He picked off all of the laptop keys.  But tonight, I’ve perched the laptop on a chair in front of the couch and perched the keyboard on my legs as I sit “Indian Style” (that’s probably politically incorrect now, isn’t it?  How else do you describe?).  The keyboard is sort of sliding towards me and my wrists have nothing to rest on, but I am much more comfortable writing here then at the table in the glaring light.  It is silent in the house for the first time in ages and I am soaking it in.  I had badly wanted to go to the fireworks with everyone else, but this consolation prize is exactly what I really needed.  It seems like it has been a long time since I’ve had the opportunity to be still.

Nevermind.  The fireworks started and woke up Jack.  While I went in to him, Evie woke up and since I didn’t sooth her right away, she didn’t fall back asleep.  The noise it pretty loud as they light them off about a half mile away.  Evie is playing on the floor now.  I am disappointed but at least she is a happy companion.

I should be packing bags for the kids and I.  We are driving the not quite four hour (but will take us longer than that) trip to my parents this weekend while Mr. S. works.  My friend is getting married Saturday morning.  Evie and I were at my parent’s last weekend for the funeral of a family friend and I would be lying if I said I am looking forward to making the trek all over again less than a week later.  Evie is a great traveler when she is sleeping and she sleeps very well in the car, but when she is awake, at least alone in the car with me, she cries and cries and cries.  I haven’t traveled by myself with the older kids in about a year and am rather intimidated by the prospect of doing it again now that it is four kids to one adult.  The trip isn’t terribly far and I know I will be fine, but I dread it.  The interstates are under heavy construction and my only hope is that the work will cease over the holiday weekend and we’ll have moderately good driving conditions.

When we went to get the air conditioner fixed on the minivan, we discovered that it was a major expense and were not able to have it done.  Since I do a relatively small amount of driving, it isn’t a crisis on an everyday basis, but I did end up renting a small car to drive to Michigan last Friday and came back with my Mom’s minivan.  I didn’t want to risk getting stuck in a backup on the highway in 90 degree weather with a baby in the backseat.  We’ll drive my mom’s car back tomorrow and then she’ll bring us back next week.  Thank goodness.  I am happy to have another adult at my side for the second half of the trip.

Evie is crying again so I will wrap this up and see what can be done for the poor tired child.  The fireworks are still booming away.  It’s the grande finale. 


Can you even mention the word smorgasbord without the rat Templeton’s song at the fair in the animated Charlotte’s Web getting stuck in your head for days?

Me neither.  And you are welcome.


I miss the ease of blogging in times past when there was only one or two kidlets on the radar for me chat about.  It was infinitely easier to put together a post on what’s going on around here!  Nowadays, it feels like there is waaaaay too much happening all at once and I don’t even know where to start.  So much to say.  So little brain left.



Today, Evie scooched.  Once.  She’s been rolling around for two months now and is quite proficient at getting where she wants to go.  If you leave her alone on the living room floor, you have to go looking for her when you get back because she has rolled ten feet away from her starting point or disappeared — half under some piece of furniture.  She can also pivot sideways, like a needle on a compass.  It occurs to me that she might start crawling at a ridiculously early age and I’ve been testing my luck by putting toys a few inches out of her reach to see if she’ll move forward to get them.  Well, today, it happened.  She dug her big toe into the carpet and pushed her chubby mini-whale shape body ahead two inches.  Let the games begin!


For those of you with a baby near to Evie’s age who is not quite as mobile, take comfort in the fact that Evie has absolutely no interest in using her stomach muscles and will likely never sit unattended.  When you put her in a Bumbo, she refuses to sit up.  The ground is much more interesting!  And those toes!



We are on a stay-cation this week and it makes me anxious that the whole week might go by without us doing anything important.  Isn’t that silly?  Why isn’t simple relaxation good enough for a vacation?  You know what the problem is?  I like adventures.  My husband, on the other hand, only leaves the house when it is absolutely necessary and without children if possible.  This means that one of us has to be unhappy either way and since I am a much more pleasant unhappy person, I’m gonna volunteer for that position.


Or perhaps I will insist on one family outing.





When we started making-over our bedroom earlier this year I bought a white duvet cover.  Yes, me.  The mother of that child in the last picture and the woman who lives in a ranch style home whose bedroom is in dangerous proximity to all things stain-producing.  And guess what?  I love it.  I love it because it reminds me to draw the line.  To hold one place sacred.

Ye children may run rampant through my house, but don’t you dare play tag on Momma’s white linens with your dirty little feet!



Jack loves freshly washed bedding.  I know because yesterday he ate toast with strawberry jelly and then secretly wiped his face all along the end of white duvet.  Must have felt heavenly against his face.



A car full of girls.


Almost 1 a.m. here.  Must. Stop.

Goodnight dear friends!



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