Clover Lane

A little bit of life around here:

That's Aunt Tracy, Jeff's sister, who swam the WHOLE time with the kids.  She even went off the high dive because Andrew begged her, and down the slide 100 times.  She had kids hanging off her all night long.  What a fun aunt!  Thank you Aunt Tracy!

Our neighbor who I adore and want to keep as my own because she is so nice, and normal and polite and sweet, and is just ONE more girl around here, which makes everything...perfect.  Andrew and Clare are helping frosting 60 cupcakes for a party later that night.

I am getting Halloween costume magazines in the mail already! Sheez..hold on folks!  But this guy loves them. (He had a haircut the next day, just so you know.)

I picked out this for him.  Isn't this the cutest thing ever?  He said no....

...his mind is set on this.  What????  Maybe it's good we have lots of time before October rolls around to make a decision.

Abbey starts school next week and her uniform pleats were...now don't panic girls!!...STICKING OUT in a terrible fashion!  I didn't notice, but I know by now that everything with Abbey has to be just so...I don't argue (well, not always), I have learned to just help her think of a solution.  I knew these Time-Life Old West books we had growing up were good for something other than looking at gory pictures of captured fugitives and Indian scalpings.

A box came that day from UPS and I had no idea what it was.  The kids all gathered around, and someone said "Maybe it's a bomb!" and then when I saw a little bootie at the end of a chubby leg I spazzed out for the sake of the kids and screamed and ripped the box open and threw the shredded paper everywhere to make them laugh, which really just made more work for me in the end, but was worth it.  I forgot I had ordered...

...my old baby doll I had growing up.  I have been looking for her on Ebay and finally we meet again.  Well, it's not the exact one, obviously, but it is her...Puddin' by Madame Alexander.   Isn't she beautiful?

Here is a little picture of Puddin' and I one day when I stayed home sick (I am sure I was faking it) from school.  When we stayed home sick we stayed in bed-my mom was smart.  She was my favorite doll of all.  I know from the background you might be questioning what sort of house I lived in, but my Dad had just finished building the addition with his own hands, and my yellow and green (hugely) floral wallpaper had not been hung yet.

And one more picture:
Abbey making english muffin pizzas in the background and Andrew, my dear Andrew, acting silly.  Oh boy, this boy.  He is on his 4,568 question of the summer.  I answered them all, mostly with, "Hmmm, I don't know", but nonetheless, they were answered.

Have I written this post?  I think I might have and that's the trouble when you've been blogging for awhile.  You don't remember what you've written about 3 years ago.  I could look it up of course, but please don't make me.

I have always loved getting ready to go back to school.  I know for some that was the worst feeling, thinking, "Oh yuck school again!" but for me I just loved  the fresh start, a change, new things.

I went to a private Catholic school so I wore uniforms.  My mom would measure us and then order them from the Schoolbelles catalog, along with Peter Pan-collared blouses, and knee socks.  We would wait till we saw the UPS truck coming down our rural street, which was quite a rare occurrence, and the boxes would be delivered and ripped open.  Everything starched, stiff and itchy but brand new and all ours.

Next we would visit the local Buster Brown shoe store and be fitted for a good pair of school shoes along with a pair of shoes for gym.  I remember the little shoe store had these stamp booklets, and if you earned so many stamps you must have received some sort of discount.

We had oil cloth book bags with little canvas straps...no fancy back packs back then in the olden days.

I don't remember my mom having to buy school supplies, at least while we were in elementary school.  The nuns would open up a big closet I think, on orientation night, and the first week of school, and we bought our supplies from them.  Basically pencils and notebooks and remember Golden Rod tablets?  (What I would do for a Golden Rod tablet right now.  I even searched for them on Ebay to no avail.)  We would take our change up to that closet and buy what we needed.


Things have changed haven't they?  I have long lists for each of my children and it sure doesn't cost mere pennies.  I wonder why these kids need so many things now vs. what we needed back then.  Are they getting a way better education, learning more than I did back then with my pencils and Golden Rod? Oh, to be in an old-fashioned classroom where your mind was supposed to be the thing that was working.

Anyways, we had lunch boxes for awhile...till they weren't cool anymore of course.  I remember one year my mom bought us white lunch boxes and stickers and we decorated our own.  Holly Hobby stickers were my choice.

And that night before school started...I was always a bundle of nerves, filled with excitement and worry...not sleeping a wink.

It has been way too hot and humid here, and we have spent way too many days inside.  The kids have been hooked on Scrabble lately. You know I'm not a big game fan, but I have found that besides Candy Land, I have added Scrabble to my list of "I can play this game without feeling like I'd rather boil myself in oil."  I am not very good, but I never play to win.  I am fond of the easy three letter words.  Except look at that awesome DEVOID.  That's mine.  The  PATED is Andrew's.  I don't know what he was going for there, but I didn't notice till later what he put down was not really a word, and by the time I did notice I certainly wasn't going to crush his little spelling soul.

Last weekend, Jeff took the older kids white water rafting in West Virginia for 4 days with a big group of aunts, uncles and cousins.  I stayed back with Patrick for an enjoyable quiet (but hot!) weekend filled with playing trains, planes and automobiles...and baseball.  We had lots of one-on-one time, let me tell you.  I took him to the toy store for a very special treat and thought I'd be buying more than a $5 sword and a replacement baseball glove.  That's it-he wasn't interested in anything else.  He falls asleep with both in his arms every night.  He couldn't be cuter if he tried.  He can't say his S's...he replaces them with D's.  The other day I asked him a question and he said, "Dure, Mom."  He tries to sound old like his siblings and instead he sounds so darn adorable.

I also bought two Thomas the Train DVD's because I had a little project going that might take up some of my time, and knew that I needed to buy myself an hour here or there.

I always seem to do projects when Jeff is gone.  I don't know why I do this.  He teases me about it.  I always buy something new too.  I don't know why I do that either, because we don't have the type of relationship where I have to hide shopping bags, or sneak around with secret money.  I think it's just because I feel really motivated, like I have some time crunch, to get this goal (whatever the goal might be) to all completed before he walks in the door.  Or in this case, when they walk in the door...all 5 of them.

This year it was the kitchen. A top to bottom scrub down, complete with a paint job.  That was a snap decision...when I drove by Sherwin Williams they had a big sign out front with a 40% off all paint sale going on just that very weekend.  I ended up giving the walls a fresh coat of paint (after Patrick was asleep-I worked till 1 in the a.m.), using my very favorite living room color.  (By the way, there is this great new paint color blog called Favorite Paint Colors, that shows REAL rooms-not the fake decorating magazine kind-my living room color is on there here.)


I touched up all the trim.  I washed the windows inside and out.  I cleaned the cabinets and made them look like new.  I cleaned out the fridge and freezer so you couldn't tell it had ever been used.  I was a man on a mission except insert woman.

So what did I buy new?  Shiny lovely pots and pans.  Aren't they beautiful?  Nothing fancy.  I think fancy is overrated anymore, don't you?  These are Grandma-old-fashioned Farberware I found at Kohls.  Patrick helped me pick them out.  I love them.  I have opened the cabinets just to make sure they are still there several times.  And to admire their shininess.  Shininess is not overrated.


I also bought new rugs.  I have always wanted nice wool rugs but couldn't bite the bullet knowing it would probably cost me close to $1000.  I found this incredible deal by chance at Overstock.com.  I don't even know how I came upon that site but 3 beautiful thick wool rugs that look just like the one in my foyer that I spent a bundle on, cost me under $200 for all.  All of them together.  Not each.  Together. Sum total.  Jackpot!

I did take a chance that the color wouldn't be accurate, but I got lucky and it works perfect with the walls.  I also wanted them to co-ordinate with our dog Sammy and as you can see below, they were spot on.  (You know I'm kidding right? I just have to make sure.)  Please don't think, "Oh that poor dog, he looks so sad."  I swear to you he looks as pitiful as possible on purpose whenever I take his picture.


Anyways, it was so nice to have a little time with Patrick, to have time to start and complete a project, to feel some accomplishment- to have some of my effort last more than 3 minutes.  You all know how that is, I know you do.   I love that.  I love being home, I love making my home look nice.  I loved having a chance to miss my older kids and husband, and have them miss me.  They had so much fun, and what they say is true-absence makes the heart grow fonder.

1. Thank you so much for your suggestions for books for Andrew.  I ordered several of them, and I think we are off to a good start.  It is sometimes so hard to find books for younger boys isn't it?  Or maybe it's just because I'm a girl and know the go-to girl books.

2. Early apples are out, did you know?  Jersey Mac's are my favorite.  They are crisp and sour-ish and give you a stomach ache if you eat more than six in a day.  How would I know?  Oh, I know.

3. Abbey and her friends had a pot luck at the park the other day.  I think that is the cutest thing ever.  She and her friend built a cake.