108 days on the road and there’s so much more to see. Feeling the love today folks. I am in love with our life choice. Continue reading
5 days, 600 miles a day, 3,000 and some odd miles total…we finally made it to the west coast. Continue reading
letting go of something or somethings (plural) is often more difficult than the actuality of living without it. I think for me, it’s the incontrovertible process of having to say goodbye. Continue reading
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What’s more romantic than a tree swing which allows you to watch and capture moments of your life as a family together? I can see the girls (at various stages in their lives) in a montage of images with music playing in the background…maybe playing at their weddings many years from now. I can see the girls keeping the videos for their own kids to watch and I can imagine how “old” and “Long ago” it will seem to their children. Musings of the traditions of a simple yet beautiful tree swing. Continue reading
If your having a particularly annoying day, don’t read this blog…I am having an annoyingly happy day/week and I am openly expressing my gratitude! Continue reading
I have wanderlust in the worst way. Yes, we just returned from a 3-week vacation in Tennessee and Michigan. 2,984 miles in the comfort and convenience of a mini-van. Your probably asking yourself, “Is there such a thing as comfort and convenience … Continue reading
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Today,Instead of cleaning house or doing laundry…which sadly, is very much-needed… Cecilia and I got dressed up in our fancy picture clothes… retrieved our fancy multi-colored beach blanket, and headed out to a nearby park where mommy could focus on … Continue reading
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This week has been filled with appointments, therapies, grocery runs for last-minute forgotten items and more appointments as well as more therapies. And one very important unannounced visitor…eheem Uncle Rusty. I really must say with our growing list of doctors … Continue reading
I thought it was crazy, Halloween on a Monday night. We had a Halloween Party Saturday night, a perfect fall festival Sunday day and it truly felt like Halloween had come and gone.
Never-the-less, we welcomed the wonderful holiday and dressed for the occasion. Miss Bumble Bee and our little rainbow caterpillar tuckered out pretty quick.
She was so HILARIOUS…I remember last year at the tender age of 3, she wanted to go up to the houses all by herself. She did NOT want me to go with her! This year, she wanted to hold my hand, she wanted me to go up to the steps with her, she wanted me to ring the doorbell or knock on the door. I loved every minute of it, but as stated before, it was quite a change from the previous year. As we were walking up to one house, she looked at me with those BIG blue eyes and said, “mommy this house scares me, I don’t want to go.” At another home there were skeletons hanging from trees and she grabbed my hand and hid her eyes behind her hands and squealed. Oh these tender moments we share with our kids, they are soon to be gone and forgotten. Faded from our memory.
I might forget that Miss Abby went through 3 costume changes before deciding on Ariel. I might forget that it took me 20 minutes to figure out that the bumble bee costume had a velcro ‘area’ which might make it easier to change a diaper, if such an act was needed. It was needed. The bumble bee costume was exposed to hazardous waste.
I might forget that Miss Cecilia looks extra ‘caterpillary’ with her hat on…but the 6-12 month caterpillar hat was WAY TOO BIG for her beautiful 3-6 month old head and WHILE WE ARE ON THE SUBJECT OF INAPPROPRIATE SIZES…Abby’s Little Mermaid dress specifically said ‘xs – 3-6’ and it looked like it could have been M-6-9. It was hanging off her sweet delicate little frame. Looking at this picture, with her arms above her head, I might have forgotten that little detail.
All these tiny little details…these little nuances…I want to remember these things about my children. I want to remember how I felt about buying Abby three separate costumes and allowing her to make up her own mind. I want to remember how reluctant Phoebe was about going up to someone’s house and the way she held on to me while she was wearing her body-hugging black velvet bumble bee costume. I want to remember how Miss Bumble Bee’s poor little yellow feathers rubbing off on EVERY THING made me giggle to myself! I want to remember how poop got on to her Halloween costume. I want to remember all of the sweet comments everyone made about my little caterpillar. In fact, I want to remember all the nice things everyone said about all of our little cast of characters. I want to remember all of these things. I am a mother now. The weight of that phrase can really sober one up. One day these amazing little people are going to grow up…and they are going to find something they are skilled in, good at or enjoy.
One day, us old folks might be welcoming their little families into our home for the weekend. When I share stories about their ‘mommy’s’ life, I hope I remember all of these wonderful little details. I hope we can all laugh about these silly things together. But for now, I want to spend as much time with them as I can. Get to know them. Hear them when they talk about their dreams. Sing with them…the way they want to sing ‘off key, making up new words and as loud as I possibly can’. Let them pick out their very own little outfits…even if they don’t match or are in the wrong season. Let them eat candy and sugar before dinner and as soon as they wake up in the morning. WAIT – did I really just write that? Show them all of the opportunities that lay before them. LOVE THEM. Celebrate with them. Celebrate them.
It’s November. WOW. How did that happen?
I am desperately trying to put off fall removal at our house.
I do a spring cleaning and a ‘fall remov-ALL‘…every room in this house is jam packed with STUFF we can’t use either because of the season or someone is growing or I didn’t like that particular basket under the table and had to replace it and now I don’t know what to do with this basket so I am going to hide it in the closet ‘STUFF’.
So I am procrastinating in the only way I know how…by exploring my yarns and trying to decide whose next in line for a fall hat…
oh the textures, the detail of the colors and the softness of the yarns…
begging me to get out my knitting needles and ‘come play with us’ instead of housework
my friend Stephanie is quite the artist…very inspiring.
She always tells me to feed my soul.
well my soul is VERY HUNGRY this season and desperately wants to knit and take pictures and take the kids outside and go on long walks, grill out, listen to the band Beach Fossils really loud, dance with my kids in our living room, drink a beer, eat salted peanuts, have long talks with my husband, surround myself with good people …
I have been noticing a lot lately…there are two kinds of people in this world
1. people who make you feel great about yourself. People who make you feel like no matter what you do, it’s the right thing to do or that you are capable when you doubt yourself. Positive people. People who accept you for the crazy zany sensitive person you are.
and the other kind
2. people who make you feel ‘not-so-great-about-yourself’. The people who make you feel that no matter what you do, they could have done it better. People that point out your mistakes ALL THE TIME. People who seem to constantly want you to change and adopt their ways of life, because they are the real ‘happy’ ones. Negative people.
My soul is hungry for the first kind of people…of the positive persuasion. Cheers to those individuals who really love life and enjoy bringing other people up instead of down!
I can’t wait to dive into my pile of beautiful, bright, highly textured yarns…