In memory of
Joseph B. Peaslee
Died July 8, 2009
Age 80

Dear Mr. Kemble:

I am pleased to learn that you have accepted our offer of admission to the graduate program of the Department of History of Art at The Ohio State University. The Graduate Studies Committee was impressed with your application and is pleased to offer you financial support in the form of a Graduate Associateship (GTA or GAA) for the 2009-2010 academic year. The GTA appointments include teaching, grading, and other instructional and administrative assignments related to the History of Art. GAA appointees are typically assigned to either the Visual Resources Library or the History of Art Department office. All Graduate Associates are expected to work an average of 20 hours per week, and they receive a fee authorization, covering full tuition and instructional fees, as well as a monthly stipend for each quarter on appointment. The monthly stipend for beginning TAs next year will be at least $1300.00.

Providing that you make adequate progress toward your degree, we will continue to fund you for a minimum of five years.

The Graduate Studies Committee and the department are very pleased to be able to offer this financial support to you, and look forward very much to seeing you in Columbus in the fall. Please let me know if you have any questions.

With all best wishes.

Sincerely,

Julia F. Andrews
Chair, Graduate Studies Committee
Professor
History of Art
Ohio State University

As a family we all participated in putting together Do-bops train. It was AWESOME! The train took up the whole room. Katey put the zoo together. Sammy was in charge of the train. Tack man did the construction scene. And lets not forget that we couldn't have done without Dad! He put the tracks together.

Kiki and I made this little or rather big doll armoire together. It took forever but it was totally fun. This is actually all made out of fabric covered cardboard. Kiki picked the fabric from out of her Nana's fabric stash. I loved doing this soooo much
I wanted to make another!

We are so lucky to have such a loving and thoughtful mother-in-law. She bought this beautiful

boiler and thought we might enjoy having. So the first thing we did was melt chocolate. The kids were allowed to dip their own strawberries. We all enjoyed eating these yummy chocolatey morsels.

I can't take you people any where!

So the other day my niece Madisen and I were at the store with the kids and they have this nifty machine that grinds your peanuts or almonds in this case, into peanut butter. So I bought just a little bit of it to give it a try. While it is being ground and squeezed into my container DD and I both comment on the fact that it looks a little like doggy fecal matter. I turn to the kids and ask them if they would like a taste and proceed to offer some to Kiki and Tack man first. Do-bop starts to cry and says,"I want to try dog poop!" We are stunned and of course start to giggle like 6th grade girls. Do-bop then says all through the store,"I like dog poop."

Emma's first hair cut. She has never ever had her hair cut and I had the pleasure of cutting her hair for the first time! This is before....

....and this is after. She was a very good girl and the hair cut ain't too bad either!

My reluctant Super Hero!

Some pics of Max

Our Baby Maxy-kins @ 4 months!

Note: For those of you who have been there and those of you who are yet to be there but especially to those of you who are there right now, this is for you.

Confessions of a frazzled whacked out Mommy.

Today, I went to the store to buy the last few items for a dinner party that we are having at my house this evening. While holding the baby in my arms and helping my seven year old guide the cart through the store the other two boys help by putting things in the cart. Things started out well but quickly turned hostile in a matter of seconds. It went south when the baby began to fuss because he's hungry and I am desperately trying to keep the kids near my while I am unloading the cart. Next thing I know I hear an alarming sounding everyone at the front of the store including myself looks around trying figure out what the sound is, at that moment I realize at the center of the noise is my son Sammy pushing buttons like a fiend on the cash machine. Who knew that of you push enough or a certain sequence of buttons on a cash machine it sets off an alarm! Who Knew? I run over to snatch Sam away from the cash machine and he's screams like a woman being murdered for his puppy that has been left on the cash machine and look away from him only to see Jack laughing maniacally as he's running towards the other side of the store. I turn to Katey to ask her to hold Sams' hand while I go grab Jack and she can't respond to my frantic request because she is busily walking around like a blind man because she's got her dress over her HEAD!!! All while holding a baby who is now so hungery and he's crying so loud he's purple! My God, has everyone lost there minds!!! And if that wasn't bad enough we get home and I immediatly put Katey in her room and she begins to wail "we haven't eatin in years, I am so hungery" her bottom lip is flapping like a flag in a rough wind. Jack is saying repeatatively I want to watch Mickey Mouse Club House. I say no so he's throwing a tantrum and marching around like whirling dervish. Sam comes up to me and says "I peed, I peed". On what I ask and he points to his bed and all the dress up clothes on the floor. Sure enough he did. So I send him up to the bathroom to go pee in the toilet. I attempt to get Katey to help clean that up and she's saying I can't breath, I can't breath through her muffeled cries. So I take all the soiled clothes up stairs to the laundry and see Sam come out of the bathroom and his hair is all wet and he announces,"see Mom my hair is wet!" "How did your hair get wet?" I ask feeling dread in my little heart, I already knowing how. "In there" He pionts to the toilet. Lucky he didn't drown himself, I think to myself with a resigned sigh and a roll of the eye as he's screaming while rinse his head off in the sink. The baby still hasn't eatin but he's baby out with pure exhaustion from crying so much and now Katey is singing the blues because she still hasn't gotten lunch, not even a crumb and she is grounded to her room, I mean jail. Jack is sniffeling whilst playing the harmonica in harmony with the blues, counting all the things he can't eat in his room. I can only think of the song by Janis Joplin, Whaaaooooaa, cry baby, cry........