The Fix-It Guy

Last night Stewart was tightening a slightly leaky shower faucet. At times he has given our daughter fatherly advice such as:

When you get married, it'd be nice to find someone who knows how to cook. It would be helpful if they know how to clean, too.

Last night he remarked:
When you get married, make sure it is a guy who knows how to fix stuff.

Brooke: Dad, couldn't I just call you?

Butterfly Morning

Stewart says, "We were walking out the door to go to school. I was asking Brooke a question about that day and noticed she wasn't paying attention to me. She was staring at the driveway. We both walked over there, and she picked up this butterfly. We stood there for awhile and watched it flex its wings. Then we took it over to the flowerbed, to the Lamb's Ear plant, and set it on the leaves. I snapped a few quick photos on my phone and then emailed them to Brooke later that afternoon. That was a nice memory that morning."

Fall in Wisconsin

Last week Brooke and I headed up to Wisconsin for a very short weekend. Many in my hometown celebrate Dam Days (I know, who named this anyway?) after the completion of the large earthen dam (vs. a Marshan one?). The celebration was in swing with lots of activities for the kids and many neighborhood garage sales. Mom and Dad had a massive garage sale (including a "for sale" sail boat) and spent a good part of the week organizing, sorting, and back-hurting-lifting heavy items (ugh!) in preparation. Isaac, Brooke, and Jake happily sold apples and lemonade at the sale. Amy kept up with some of the kids at the youth olymics and took pictures while Derrick, Taylor, and I worked our way through the 10K race. We met up at the end for the closing ceremonies and later enjoyed watching the bike race, train ride, and Folliez talent show that Dad has directed for years. I can hardly remember a time before the Folliez existed. Brooke had a pre-Folliez piano practice, but I did not get a picture of her actually performing (I was turning piano pages). She was surprised when the audience started snapping as she played the Pink Panther at the performance, but she kept up with the beat. And the little kids were very cute dancing, strumming their imaginary guitars, and even just staring at the audience and stage lights (deer in the headlights) during the song. Definitely some up and coming talent!! ;) And always great to see family!

Stewart has branched out on his own

Stewart recently decided to create his own blog space where he could do, well, whatever it is he does.  Head on over to his new blog to check it out.  http://stewartbrewer.blogspot.com/

Your Highness Logic

Today I'm home from work with Brooke who is sick with a cold. Here is a Brooke joke from a few days ago:

Brooke: If we call queens "Your Highness," shouldn't we call kings "Your High-ner" (like waitress and waiter)?
(Laughter)

Then Brooke asked Stewart for help with something.
Stewart to Brooke: Sure, Your High-nie!
Brooke (thinking in her head before her dad's above remark): And princesses and princes should be called "Your High-nie!"

Brooke and Stewart kept laughing and jesting about "your heinie" and about whose joke it was.
(More peels of laughter...)

Summer Gardening and Weddings

O.K., here are more pictures from our summer garden, especially the giant watermelon. Most years Brooke has wanted to grow watermelon, but they've never survived until this year. Here she is happily holding her mammoth one that we will be eating for awhile - breakfasts, lunches, and dinners.



"Hurry and take the picture, Mom, this watermelon is getting heavy."


So juicy!

Stewart said in Spanish cantaloupe is - melon'. He asked a native Spanish speaker on his mission about saying watermelon: melon de aqua (translating literally - melon of water). The person looked puzzled (because there was no such word) and then realized what he was asking, "No, no, no - sandia."




More summer gardens in our backyard - Stewart's freshly mowed grass looks very nice - and it wasn't even in the dark this time (referring to Facebook).


The other pictures are of a reception this past Friday. The bride had been one of my former Young Women at church as a teenager several years ago. I woke up Friday morning and thought, oh... it's Rachel's special day today and remembered the morning of our wedding, too, getting ready on THE DAY. It's wonderful to see them so happy starting this new life together.


Brooke LOVED their blue cake. Someone said it reminded them of something out of a Dr. Suess book. It so reflects the bride's personality - creative, fun-loving, and happy.


The darling couple


Rachel full of smiles

Guitar Lesson

Stewart helping Brooke find her fingering.


We called this the "DAD" song because of the first three chords of the "Jerusalem" song (D-A-D)




Our dog peacefully slept through the music.


They sounded pretty good together on the Jerusalem duet.

I couldn't find a video of Peter Breinholt singing "Jerusalem" but here is his song "What About"
Peter must have had cold fingers in that snow fall! Fun concert. Love his music.
(Turn off our music on this blog by hitting pause so you can hear the video.)

Summer Closure

Summer is winding down with a few last days of swimming at the outdoor pool, seeing friends, painting the kitchen, and getting ready for school.

Removing nails and a backsplash from the kitchen wall getting ready to paint.


Our freshly painted buttery yellow kitchen. Wow, time to wash that gray right out of my hair.






Waa-la! Our garden survived this summer. Time to make salsa!


Enjoying some down time and a book.


Swim meet - and our sweet friends


One of the swim meets earlier in the summer included inner tube and kick board races.

Good-bye Summer. We will miss you!!

I'm Addicted

I'm addicted to baking sourdough bread. And as you can see, I'm getting better at it.
No, I'm not going to quit my job and open a bakery.

Homemade Sourdough Bread

I got out my sourdough start last night, fed it, and went to bed. My mom told me to add a little honey to the start to jump-start it a little. When I got up, the sourdough sponge was flowing over the top of my crock and onto the counter. Jump-start is right I guess. So I cleaned that up and started some bread dough.
















I used my mom's secret recipe. It rose in a warm oven for about 2 hours and then I formed a big loaf and let it rise again for about an hour. Then while it was baking I spritzed it with water to give it that chewy crust. It looks great and the house smells amazing. I don't know how I'm going to eat it all, by myself.... :) I guess Bells will be glad to help out....