The odd things we hear in this house

“There is something very Pacific…” Prairie

“…You’re being a skomach!” Rachel(not a typo)

“… something about taking a doctor’s pulse and then sniffing it?” Rachel

“Now you know what it’s like to be besqozen!” Sidney

“Yes, but I don’t dig my wrists like eeee!” Rachel

“Did you just compare my fish burp to Gwyneth Paltrow?” Sidney

“They’re bootless boot verbs.” Lincoln

“Just think nature, Prairie.” Rachel

“I love the smell of toasted Calvinist.” Sidney

“Awww, she’s so sweet when she’s not trying to bite me!” Rachel

“Twilight was screaming for Daffodil, who was having trouble with Will and his oranges.” Rachel

“…so I wrapped it in elephants!” Lincoln

Carry on

We are learning to do this with monsters named Cancer and Genetic Mutation hovering in the background.

Their monstrosity shrinks and they lose power when we play together.


Or engage in contemplative thoughts, like “Can I really suction my face into a drinking glass?”



Or start a project like CLEAN OUT DAD’s WORKSHOP.



And achieve success by clearing one corner to work


A fluffy puppy soothes and calms



And stands guard while we sleep



At his insistence, Sidney kept half his thyroid.  The half the doctors took out shows no cancer.  Rachel’s thyroid biopsy is free and clear.

We are thankful for so much.

Weird Words Heard in this House

“Prairie might murder us alive.” Rachel

“Lincoln, now is not the time to act like a disciplined frog!” Rachel

“I might sound like a sandwich.” Rachel

“I’m going to do a video of me eeping applesauce.” Prairie

“I’m making a music video about applesauce.  So shushy!” Prairie

“My reactions are so… mutant.” Rachel

“Clear clouds tonight.” Lincoln

“He looks supremely creamy.” Rachel (referring to Benedict Cumberbatch)

“… and why are there moths smeared onto the window?” Rachel

“I might feel like Noah’s Ark.” Rachel

“I would go naked if I could,”  Prairie comments on a hot day in the park.  When she catches my look, “Well, wouldn’t you?”

Sidney Update and bloggy catch-up

Many people have asked if Sidney and I are settled back in at home, if routines are back to normal . . .

Not really.  The last few months have been good.  Hectic, but good.  And emotional.

Sidney is content to be home.  Sid and the kids quickly folded us back into their daily.  I am not back in the swing of things yet.  I keep getting bowled over by waves of emotion  . . .

when I knock on the boys’ room in the morning, open the door and see both my boys waking up together in the same room again

when I go to kiss my girls awake

when my boys stand at the stove together making omelets

when music and song fill the house again, always, singing, humming, violin, clarinet, cello, piano . . .

when my boys sit side by side at the table eating and laughing together

when the kids play Twister


when eating supper together and we remember the times we used to tie a sock around Sidney’s mouth to remind him to stop talking so much . . .

you know, just normal everyday family life

it is so precious.

For weeks after Sidney and I got home, Lincoln, Rachel and Prairie just followed Sidney around.  Whereever he was, there they be.

Below, Sidney is doing something thoroughly unexciting and mundane on the computer. But “Look!  It’s our brother on the computer.  Let’s all crowd around and watch him!




Sidney took it in stride.  Mabye he even relished it a bit, basking in all the love and attention.

While Sidney basks, it is easy for me to get bogged down in all the catching up I have to do.  Then I look out the window


and see my girls in the rain, focused on something very small.


They study it and take pictures.  As if it is the most amazing creature they have ever seen.


They are also loud and silly.


Which totally distracts me from brooding thoughts.


We celebrated Sidney’s 18th birthday.


After the party, when everyone had gone home, Sidney 2 and Sidney 3 put together an engine he got for his birthday.


So many things changed.

A few key things the same — like me, watching my husband and asking “Why?”

He never really answers that question.


And Prairie wants to show how flexible she is.


We’ve all been exercising together.  Prairie destroys all of us with her flexibility.  I am pretty sure my foot is about a mile from head when I attempt this pose.

But since I’m the picture-taker, ain’t nobody getting that picture.

Sidney’s Social Cave

Sidney’s Make-A-Wish request was a room to hang out with family and friends and chat, because chatting is Sidney’s favorite thing in the world.  At Ronald McDonald House, he discovered that pool was a fun game to play while chatting.   So he specifically requested a pool table, seating and a jukebox.  He got a few extras thrown in that he was not expecting.

His room is almost done.  We are waiting on some more seating and I plan to add a comfy rug to the cold floor and nice shelves to hold his science-y things.  But we are already enjoying his room.

I spend most of my time trying to keep my toes out from under a pair of big, heavy work boots.


Sidney’s Homecoming

From Home with Love …

We are home.

All of us.  Together.  Home on our hill.

Sidney and I crept up the driveway on a Saturday evening, two weeks ago.  No one knew we were coming home early.  They were all busy preparing for Rachel’s 13th birthday party, which was the same day.

The evening was full of surprises.  The family got a son and brother home.   The coming-home son got his own surprise — an almost finished room in the basement.  One by one, as aunts and grandmas arrived, each walked into the living room, not expecting to see the one they were missing.

It was a good evening.