Sunday, December 7, 2008

The candy tree

The candy tree is a new tradition to the Mead home. It's a tiny tree that is decorated exclusively with candy.

Luke was in charge of the gummy worms and was very good about spacing them apart. I did the peach rings. Yesterday the boys worked together to string on the cranberries. They loved this and felt so big that they got to use a needle. Luke kept saying it was magic watching the cranberry float down the clear string.
Owen was in charge of the candy canes and from the looks of this photo it appears that he helped himself to a few.

Yes, he definitely did.

The candy tree. Maybe I'll take a picture of it in a few weeks to see what's left.
P.S. Lily was managing from her high chair. I am preparing her for her future as a mother and homemaker. The art of bossing people around is one that must be developed at a young age to truly be brilliant at it. My mother must have started in utero with me. I am an expert bosser arounder. Many times I feel like a symphony director...you do this, you do that, you do this, no, do it like this, yes yes yes. I'm so good at it now that I can even direct the most challenging of subjects, Mr. Mead himself, (on a good day).




Friday, December 5, 2008

Holiday celebrations


















I love this time of year. It is fun to do crafts together, eat a dozen cookies in one sitting, and read stories of magical people who bring you anything you can imagine.

Something elsewe love to do is take our pictures with Santa and display them from year to year and see how the children are growing. We even have years that don't include all the kids because they were too hysterical to sit with a fat strange man. Mommy you always say, not to talk to or let strangers touch you.




It is raining snowflakes above our table. The boys love to eat via candlelight. We give toasts to each other, and fight over who gets to say the prayer. Even though on this blessed night, Owen graciously offered to let Luke say it when they both wanted to say it.



Cheers!











Thursday, December 4, 2008

Thank you Lucy




For sleeping here.














And not here, where you love to sleep.
Isn't he the cutest boy you've ever seen? Me too. And aren't these some perfect feet. Luke was very intently watching tv when I took these pics. While I was taking them he looked over at me and asked when I was going to be finished because
"you bugging me!" -Luke's words.

Wednesday, December 3, 2008

I die



This child has seriously taken over my heart. This picture was taken on the last day that I let her have her bottle. Lily and her bottle were very close. Especially once I took pacy away when she turned one. I let her keep her ba ba until she was thirteen months, one month longer, but (just because I love her). But man, you cannot deny how freaking perfect she is. Just try. And then I will have to kill you and everyone you know. :)

Monday, December 1, 2008

Pie, Thanksgiving, and MY birthday!

The night before Thanksgiving we had a pie party and the only pics I have of the wonderful event are from before it started (I get distracted easily). If you notice the lemon meringue pie has a piece missing, and all I have to say is that I HAD to make certain that it wasn't poisoned.


Apple.



Lemon Meringue
After the boys finished running around with their guns, (we are in Texas after all), they enjoyed a little DS time with their pal Harrison. I don't have any Thanksgiving pics, rest assured that there was turkey, potatoes and all the usual suspects. We enjoyed that day with our friends the Wrights.
But the next day was my birthday! Chaddy did me good too. He got me this pretty cake, (even with lemon custard, ohh I have a thing for anything lemon). He and the children gave me lovely cards with words of affection and strange drawings from Luke... I was treated to some divine quiet time and....a new camera! I have long complained about my old camera, and Mr. Mead took it upon himself to figure out the best camera and go buy it for me! Isn't he swell. So, this is the last picture you will see of the aforementioned crappy camera. It was a great last pic too, the picture of it's replacement. Now if I can only figure out how to work it. (It's a tid bit beyond my capabilities, anyone want to give me lessons?).

Below are some pics taken from my new camera, and for your viewing pleasure.





Miss Lillian is never far from her necklaces.





She is having a little moment here.











Luke is dreaming of eating that cake.










Going down the mountain!







Wednesday, November 19, 2008

I wish it were this guy...

Let Detroit Go Bankrupt

by Mitt Romney



IF General Motors, Ford and Chrysler get the bailout that their chief executives asked for yesterday, you can kiss the American automotive industry goodbye. It won’t go overnight, but its demise will be virtually guaranteed.
Without that bailout, Detroit will need to drastically restructure itself. With it, the automakers will stay the course — the suicidal course of declining market shares, insurmountable labor and retiree burdens, technology atrophy, product inferiority and never-ending job losses. Detroit needs a turnaround, not a check.
I love cars, American cars. I was born in Detroit, the son of an auto chief executive. In 1954, my dad, George Romney, was tapped to run American Motors when its president suddenly died. The company itself was on life support — banks were threatening to deal it a death blow. The stock collapsed. I watched Dad work to turn the company around — and years later at business school, they were still talking about it. From the lessons of that turnaround, and from my own experiences, I have several prescriptions for Detroit’s automakers.
First, their huge disadvantage in costs relative to foreign brands must be eliminated. That means new labor agreements to align pay and benefits to match those of workers at competitors like BMW, Honda, Nissan and Toyota. Furthermore, retiree benefits must be reduced so that the total burden per auto for domestic makers is not higher than that of foreign producers.
That extra burden is estimated to be more than $2,000 per car. Think what that means: Ford, for example, needs to cut $2,000 worth of features and quality out of its Taurus to compete with Toyota’s Avalon. Of course the Avalon feels like a better product — it has $2,000 more put into it. Considering this disadvantage, Detroit has done a remarkable job of designing and engineering its cars. But if this cost penalty persists, any bailout will only delay the inevitable.
Second, management as is must go. New faces should be recruited from unrelated industries — from companies widely respected for excellence in marketing, innovation, creativity and labor relations.
The new management must work with labor leaders to see that the enmity between labor and management comes to an end. This division is a holdover from the early years of the last century, when unions brought workers job security and better wages and benefits. But as Walter Reuther, the former head of the United Automobile Workers, said to my father, “Getting more and more pay for less and less work is a dead-end street.”
You don’t have to look far for industries with unions that went down that road. Companies in the 21st century cannot perpetuate the destructive labor relations of the 20th. This will mean a new direction for the U.A.W., profit sharing or stock grants to all employees and a change in Big Three management culture.
The need for collaboration will mean accepting sanity in salaries and perks. At American Motors, my dad cut his pay and that of his executive team, he bought stock in the company, and he went out to factories to talk to workers directly. Get rid of the planes, the executive dining rooms — all the symbols that breed resentment among the hundreds of thousands who will also be sacrificing to keep the companies afloat.
Investments must be made for the future. No more focus on quarterly earnings or the kind of short-term stock appreciation that means quick riches for executives with options. Manage with an eye on cash flow, balance sheets and long-term appreciation. Invest in truly competitive products and innovative technologies — especially fuel-saving designs — that may not arrive for years. Starving research and development is like eating the seed corn.
Just as important to the future of American carmakers is the sales force. When sales are down, you don’t want to lose the only people who can get them to grow. So don’t fire the best dealers, and don’t crush them with new financial or performance demands they can’t meet.
It is not wrong to ask for government help, but the automakers should come up with a win-win proposition. I believe the federal government should invest substantially more in basic research — on new energy sources, fuel-economy technology, materials science and the like — that will ultimately benefit the automotive industry, along with many others. I believe Washington should raise energy research spending to $20 billion a year, from the $4 billion that is spent today. The research could be done at universities, at research labs and even through public-private collaboration. The federal government should also rectify the imbedded tax penalties that favor foreign carmakers.
But don’t ask Washington to give shareholders and bondholders a free pass — they bet on management and they lost.
The American auto industry is vital to our national interest as an employer and as a hub for manufacturing. A managed bankruptcy may be the only path to the fundamental restructuring the industry needs. It would permit the companies to shed excess labor, pension and real estate costs. The federal government should provide guarantees for post-bankruptcy financing and assure car buyers that their warranties are not at risk.
In a managed bankruptcy, the federal government would propel newly competitive and viable automakers, rather than seal their fate with a bailout check.


Mitt Romney, the former governor of Massachusetts, was a candidate for this year’s Republican presidential nomination.

Thursday, November 6, 2008

Aggrrr matey


Tonight, I am a pirate wench.


Our neighborhood had a party and this was the only picture I could get of Luke, he spent the entire party jumping! Hooray for jumping.

Out to get some candy.

Lily wanted desperately to get out of the wagon and go up to the doors with her brothers. Every time we would stop she would throw herself back in desperation.

My beautiful, perfect babies.


Three pirates, ahoy.

My beautiful little wench.