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As usual, I got an early start this morning, and that allowed me to hang around in Steubenville before stopping for the night in Kittanning, PA (Northeast of Pittsburgh).

Now, what do you suppose is opposite my queen sized bed? Another bed? Nope.

Mark and Emmy

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Next stop Steubenville and home Saturday night.

Mark and Emmy

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Next stop Steubenville and home Saturday night.

One of my all time favorite photos. Though it appears otherwise, it’s unposed.

Traveling through St. Louis last month Peter snapped these.

Photos of the delectable dishes Susan has been serving Diane and friends.

Diane flies home today.

Today, Hilary turned 19 years old.  Hannah and I went out to UMass to take her to dinner.  We found a great pasta place appropriately named Pasta e Pasta.  I would post pictures, but I can’t figure how to get them off my new cell/camera.  Hilay received a new fake Prada bag that I got on my latest adventure to New York City this past weekend.  I have some great stories to tell about how I obtained it and will post more later this week. 

 

One short story in honor of Hilary day:  On Hilary’s second birthday, I was very pregnant with her sister Hannah.  Her father and I didn’t have enough money for a second crib, so we bought Hilary a big girl bed for her birthday.  We figured we would get her used to the bed for a few months so it would ease the transition of the new baby into the house.  She was so excited and eager to help put it together.  She helped put her new Sesame Street sheets on and couldn’t wait for night night.  She put her dolls and bears to sleep in it all afternoon.

 

When bed time came she got in her PJs, brushed her teeth and stood in front of the bed staring at it.  Blankie in hand, favorite two middle fingers in her mouth she looked at me and said, “Skoosiver?”  She said it again and again.  She took her fingers out of her mouth and said, “Skoosiver?” and twisted her tiny hand like she was opening a door.  I couldn’t figure out what she wanted and she wouldn’t get in the bed.  Finally she went over to the closet where we had stored the now disassembed cribby.  This time the light clicked on in my head.  She wanted the screwdriver to put back together her cribby.  I teared up immediately and scooped up my little girl who wanted to stay a baby another day.  That was the worst night’s sleep I ever got.  Hil, I and a half baked Han in a tiny twin.

 

Happy Birthday Hilary.  Stay a baby as long as you like.  I don’t mind a bit.