Pickle Fest.

DSCN3704The idea of having everyone over to sample my vast inventory of pickles one evening came out of the girls night I had a few weeks ago with what I refer to as the PTO crowd.  I’m not entirely sure why I refer to this group of women that way – perhaps because we are all the sort of women who step up and run things and at least a little bit of our friendship is based on strategizing who’s running what – school events, girl scouts, soccer car pools and the like.  At least, that’s how I began to get to know them and then we realized that we all like wine.  Also, our kids are friends and it would appear we are all the sort of moms who like to be friends with the parents of our kid’s friends.  As we sat there on the patio at Bang! that evening, we locked in a date on our calendars for an evening where they’d come over, see the finished dining room that I’d been whining about for months, I’d break out all my pickles for sampling – and we’d include our husbands.  Along the way, it was decided that everyone would bring wine & something to eat as well because by now they know the standard Calvert family entertaining mode is that everyone is welcome at any time, as long as you bring your own food & beverages.   We had a party once where we tried to supply all this ourselves and our guests, so used to our mode, went ahead and brought tons of things anyway, so I’ve just thrown my hands up in the air and decided to own it.

Honestly, it makes entertaining far easier.

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Oh July.

DSCN2940It’s been a bit of a whirlwind around here lately – deadlines & cooking classes galore with last minute radio spots and packing up missthing for 3 weeks of camp all while playing single mom in the miserably muggy weather.  Last Thursday, when you could see the air and it smelled like mildew outside and I couldn’t take it anymore, I got our wonderful neighbor Brian to come help me reinstall the not-finished-french doors between the dining room and sunroom so that I could shut the house up and keep the humidity levels sane.  I can take the heat and even the humidity, but I can’t take the effect humidity has on the inside of my house.  Living in Alabama for almost a decade, I never had central AC – all through college I lived in wonderful old houses that had lots of big trees & ceiling fans, very similar to what I live with now – and I learned to just deal with it.  I also had a car that did not have air conditioning.  Ever drive along the Gulf Coast Fourth of July without AC in the middle of the day? To this day, AC in a car is a wonderful, wonderful luxury.

So I’m quite used to dealing with heat & humidity.  It seems that spending too much time inside in AC this time of year results in sinus infections for all of us – I woke up just this morning with that telltale pressure on the right side of my face.  Thankfully, the weather is supposed to become far more pleasant later in the week, so hopefully we can open the house back up again.

Pat spent last week running the Middle James Expedition– while Edie & I held down the home front.  Despite our house being the muggiest one around, her pals were in & out all week long.  A huge thanks to Teresa, who had Edie over for a sleepover while I drove over to Harrisonburg and back for a canning demonstration at Friendly City Co-op.  Thanks to everyone who came out to that – I had a great time and am looking forward to going back over for a pressure canning demo in a few weeks.   Saturday morning after a quick phone appearance on WINA talking about the upcoming swap, I assisted with Erica’s Cooking with A Whole Chicken Class for Market Central,while running last minute errands and doing laundry in order to get up and drop Edie at camp Sunday morning.

DSCN3108After which, we stopped at the nearest open brewery and toasted our child-free status for the next three weeks.

I’ll miss not finding feet pictures on my camera the next three weeks, but I have plenty of adventures lined up to keep me occupied, starting with tonight’s canning class at PVCC, a fridge full of produce I need to deal with ASAP and the mailing of a care package of the things she forgot to pack.  Like toothpaste.

Her mother’s daughter.

We went out of town for the latter part of Memorial Day weekend, to help the Smiley’s with their addition.  Pat spent Sunday & Monday painting, Edie spent it playing with Abigail & Owen and I spent it snuggling baby Walker, cleaning Mollie’s kitchen, making strawberry jam and feeding everyone.  Pretty much the same things we’d do here, only we were there.   We got back late Monday night and all three of us just went straight to bed.

I worked Tuesday (teaching at The Happy Cook), Wednesday & Thursday (at l’etoile) evenings.   Edie had been mentioning hosting a slumber party sometime, but given my schedule for the week, it didn’t really get discussed much. I just nodded every time it came up, while I was knee deep in other things – like making sure they had dinner prepped or Edie had a ride home from soccer practice – you know, those sorts of distracting mom things. Thursday night when I got home from work, there was an email from Clare’s mom asking if it was true we were having a party the next day – which is how I found out it was a go and Clare was on the invite list.  Apparently Elodie was in charge of making invites but breaking her arm sort of interfered in that plan, so not everyone got a handwritten invite, which was the plan.  Also in the plan was for everyone to come home with Edie from school.  And that they were sleeping outside.   It was requested I serve pizza for dinner, but breakfast was wide open.

Really, that’s all I knew of the plan.  I was kept on a need-to-know basis, a quality Edie has been described by her friends as having.  Which she comes by completely honestly.  Ahem.  So I couldn’t quibble with her in the least on this.  In fact, while talking about it with Pat Thursday night, I admitted that I’ve done the exact same thing to her so many times over the years – springing an impromptu party – that I probably deserved it.  Pat agreed, saying “We just need to make sure this does not become a habit”, but as the words were coming out of his mouth, I could tell,  he knew we had no hope of that.  In fact, everyone I’ve talked to about this has given me pretty much the same look.  Uhm, hello?  Last minute pinata?

The thing is, Edie is one of those people who like to have things planned.  She likes to know ahead of time, like way ahead of time, what all the details are.  Her favorite  thing about school is structure -and she never misses an opportunity to tell us that it’s because we (me) fail to provide structure.  I was raised by the seat of my pants – you’d go to sleep in your own bed, but you weren’t always guaranteed to wake up there.  The adventures I had growing up would make Edie’s head spin.  Most people, upon hearing the tales of my childhood, think I should write a book.  They also wonder that I’m as stable as I am.  No, really.  My parents were the sort who thought it fun to break into their friend’s homes at 5 am and surprise them with breakfast.  Deciding to go camping after dark and waking up at the business end of a shotgun after setting up camp overnight in a not-so-friendly stranger’s yard was also a regular occurrence.  A few pieces of the puzzle just fell into place for some of you, didn’t it?

So this party and keeping us on a need-to-know-basis?  Makes my heart swell.  She’s learning to let go and roll with the punches, which is really sort of key in life I think.

DSCN2002And so, Friday afternoon when school dismissed, there was a roar heard coming down the street.  The neighbor moving in across the street stood on her porch, listened, saw them headed down our front walk and ran in, slamming the door.  They walked in, dumped their gear, creating a wall of little girl gear right there in the living room and proceeded to roam the neighborhood, walking over to McIntire Park to watch baseball before coming home to sit up most of the night chatting & giggling in a tent in our back yard.

I’m fairly sure a good time was had by all and I’m fairly sure they are planning on doing this sort of thing a few more times this summer.  I made them pizza for dinner – even buying a pack of pepperoni per Edie’s instructions, which was applauded by my girl.  I knocked it out of the park at breakfast with Julie’s Lemon Cheesecake Morning Buns – I cannot recommend this recipe enough.  It’s easy peasy, yummy and all you have to do in the morning is throw them in the oven and whip up a very quick glaze.  In fact, that breakfast alone may have sealed our summer party hosting fate, as I heard at least one girl saying if that’s how we ate around here, she definitely needed to come over more often.

Bookends.

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At 7 am, the kids that live across the street came bounding into my house, ready for school,  with close to an hour to kill before bus time.   Heading back toward’s Edie’s room to play piano,  Li paused to take in the pile of blue dresses thrown on top of the wing chair.  When informed they were all possible costumes for Edie’s role in the school drama club’s version of “Beauty & The Beast”, Li’s eyes grew wide and she asked with awe, “Is she the princess?”.   As I answered in the affirmative, she went running into Edie’s room,  with congratulations and adulation that only the little girl who lives across the street who understands the importance of having your royalness acknowledged can give you. Continue reading

Eleanor

If you are Facebook friends with me, you may have recently seen  where I was featured on The Eleanor Project.  The project is the brainchild of my friends Terry & Jen.  It promotes the idea that all women are beautiful, no matter what we look like.    I am humbled and flattered to be included.  I operate under the assumption that like newborn babies, there is something beautiful about everyone.  I see the problem of women not seeing their own beauty as a confidence issue.
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Laundry Fail.

In the current madness that is my life, I’ve been alternately worried about dropping a ball while patting myself on the back for not dropping a ball.   Friday night, I realized I dropped a ball.  Not a big one, just as I was crawling into bed about 10 pm Friday night, I realized I hadn’t washed Edie’s soccer uniform.  Which meant it had sat and smouldered in her laundry basket all week and was going to be smelling fully ripe for her game in the morning.  I assured myself I’d wash it just as soon as she got home and got it off her back the next day. Continue reading

Guest Shots.

One of the badges the girls in my Girl Scout troop said they wanted to earn this year was the Digital Photography badge.  We got to it this past week with some help from the lovely photographers behind Beyond The Flavor, Sarah and Andrea.   After a brief introduction by our guests in which they shared some of their photos and gave the girls some tips on photography, the girls spent the rest of the meeting taking pictures.  They warmed up with a few shots of our surroundings – which happens to be the library at their school as well as the adjacent science lab.
The girls were encouraged to not use their zoom function, but to get as close to their subject as possible.  As a result, there were a number of ear shots.  
 

It would appear that headbands & ponytails with pearl earrings is a common look among my girls. Something I hadn’t noticed before.

They didn’t limit themselves to ears though.

Another tip Sarah & Andrea gave the girls was to try different angles and perspectives.

Which they clearly embraced.

 
 
After warming up, the girls were given the first of a few assignments.  These are some of their texture shots.
Their next exercise was a portrait of someone.
 
The girls were encouraged to try for some candid shots.
Then came the self  portraits. 
Lastly, the girls were to snap three pictures that told a story.  Lauren & Alayna teamed up for a fabulous Goldilocks and the Three Bears narrative that used Alayna’s flair for drama but I don’t have those photos. You’ll just have to take my word on the awesomeness of it.  What I do have however, is this photo of a Pokemon character that lives in the library and has become our unofficial mascot this year.
I had every intention of capturing the ‘behind the scenes’ of our meeting, but as one of the girls had a snafu with her camera, I handed her mine, which she figured out how to use in about the time it took me to hand it to her.  Kids seem to have no fear in picking up things like cameras and iphones and immediately figuring them out, while us grown ups take forever to get the hang of them.  Or maybe that’s just me. Anyway, only the first two shots in this post were taken by me, the rest by various members of my girl scout troop.  I love their creativity, don’t you?  The self portraits just slay me.  I watched Hannah set hers up with her violin.  So stinking cute.
Thank you again Sarah & Andrea for taking time out of your busy schedules to share some of your knowledge with my girls.  And thanks to the parents of the girls in my troop for sharing your girls and their photos with us. I love seeing the world through their eyes.

Go big or go home.

I come from a game-loving family that as you might guess, is also slightly competitive. We play to win and we don’t always lose well.  On a beach trip 30 years ago, I beat my cousin Bob in one miniature golf game, a loss that he has yet to let go of, even though the entire trip after that became a nonstop rematch where he trounced me every time, at every last putt putt course in Ocean City, MD.  There are pictures from my wedding of us visibly arguing about that game. It is the one time I’ve ever beaten him at a game and he will never ever get over it.

There was a beach trip with my extended family a few years ago where Pat discovered that I came from a game playing family.   “How did I not know this about you?  How do you come from this family and you hate to play games?” he asked.  “Give it a few days and you’ll see” I answered.  By the end of the week, my cousins had announced they would never again play poker with Pat – who managed to take most of their cash in a completely annoying idiot savant way.  “Wait, I won?” he was quoted as saying when he laid the cards down on the winning hand in question.  There may have been  tears involved. He did indeed figure out by the end of the week why I don’t play games, especially with my family.

This means of course, that Edie comes by her competitiveness honestly.  Once, during one of our marathon power outages that lasted days on end, the neighborhood gang started a monopoly tournament.  The big boys taught Edie to play, I’m sure thinking they could easily win, only to realize that she was incredibly cut throat and serious as a heart attack about beating them at their own game, which she did of course.  She has since been banned from their monopoly games and they are steadily realizing that it’s not just monopoly she plays to win at, it’s every game.  She might think beating them at Madden Football was a fluke, but they don’t.

A few weeks ago, The Civility School announced a “Messiest Room Around” Contest on their Facebook page. Given my lax housekeeping skills combined with my hands free parenting philosophy of letting my daughter express herself in her space, I thought for sure this was a contest we stood a chance of winning.  However, when I mentioned it to my daughter, she quickly dismissed it.  After all, the prize was a credit with the school or a $100 gift certificate to Amazon.  I snapped some shots of her art supply dump in the sun room – which this time of year is too cold to be used for anything but storage.  It’s February, getting very close to the annual deep cleaning of that room, so it was in prime condition to win a messy contest.  However, once my girl saw the shots as well as the rest of the competition being posted, she mumbled to herself, “I can do better than that” and so she set out to make her room look like this:

Not that it was a great deal of work – 20 minutes, one loud crash with a very mama sounding “I’m okay!” and she was ready for me to capture it and submit it.  In it to win it she was. And win it she did.  Saturday morning the winner was announced, which is when Pat realized I posted the above photo on the Internet.  Go big or go home I say, so if a photo of our house is going to be plastered on the Internet, might as well make it the entire web, right?  (Although I am holding back on pinning it.  We’ll see if it shows up on there.)

I do have to follow that shot up however, with the announcement that after trashing her room, she then proceeded to clean it and has kept it neat ever since (and I will get around to shooting photo of it and posting that one as well, really).  Because she’s kept it clean, I’m going to let her choose her prize.  While I’m disappointed she won’t be choosing a credit for the Civility School, I do take comfort in the knowledge that she has fairly impeccable manners – knowing her, she’d have herself a job lined up as a T.A. by the end of a modern manners course there because that’s just how she is.  In it to win it as politely as possible.