If you are, at times, a person of *ahem* forgetfulness and your child loses a tooth first thing in the morning, might I suggest putting a little reminder in your phone, be it Android or otherwise, to perform your Tooth Fairyish duties that night?
It sure saved my bacon.
Thank you, Android.
Tuesday, June 28, 2011
Monday, June 20, 2011
Father's Day Recap
Yesterday was Father's Day, you know. I've got some great fathers in my life and I'll just tell the world that I love them. Dustin. Dad. Roger. Gpa Earl. Gpa C. I love you.
I'm blessed with some flippin' sweet dad's, but Dustin and my own daddio are the stars of my own personal Father's Day. For D, I cooked him an amazing breakfast (can I say that if I cooked it? guess so, cuz I'm sayin' it). I tried to keep the kids from fighting, but that's kinda like telling the wind to stop blowing... I wasn't very successful, but maybe the effort was worth something? Then I cooked his dinner of choice, Yaki Soba. It was messy and turned my kitchen into a vegetable-scraps-explosion. I chopped eight zillion veggines and sweated my little, wife-heart out while I cooked the Father's Day meal. It turned out delish, (do you hear that horn tooting? yeah, that's mine.) and I was happy to make his tastebuds smile. My kids whined and called it "Yucky Soba", but when do they not whine about food? Oh, let me answer that question. When I make Maria's Homemade Mac and Cheese. That's about it.
My sweet father-of-my-children is the best thing in my life. I have many bests, but he is at the center. I often marvel at the relationship we share. It's loss-for-words kind of awesome. Love you, Dusty. Thank you for us. Thank you for the way you make me feel. Thank you for our beautiful family. These kids of ours kick our butts at times, but what a wonderful journey we are having. Thank you for being by my side and growing in our capacities together.
My own dad was working yesterday, so we're doing his very own Father's Day next Sunday. Lucky him. As he said today... "I get my very own holidays all the time now!" One of the (few) perks of working two weeks on, one week off, out of town. My dad is pretty much a rockstar for doing this out-of-town work thing. I'm so proud of him. I miss him tremendously when he's gone and find myself breathing easier when he's home. He's always been such a patient father and so validating of his children. I've always known where I stand with him. Love unconditional. That's my dad.
I'm blessed with some flippin' sweet dad's, but Dustin and my own daddio are the stars of my own personal Father's Day. For D, I cooked him an amazing breakfast (can I say that if I cooked it? guess so, cuz I'm sayin' it). I tried to keep the kids from fighting, but that's kinda like telling the wind to stop blowing... I wasn't very successful, but maybe the effort was worth something? Then I cooked his dinner of choice, Yaki Soba. It was messy and turned my kitchen into a vegetable-scraps-explosion. I chopped eight zillion veggines and sweated my little, wife-heart out while I cooked the Father's Day meal. It turned out delish, (do you hear that horn tooting? yeah, that's mine.) and I was happy to make his tastebuds smile. My kids whined and called it "Yucky Soba", but when do they not whine about food? Oh, let me answer that question. When I make Maria's Homemade Mac and Cheese. That's about it.
My sweet father-of-my-children is the best thing in my life. I have many bests, but he is at the center. I often marvel at the relationship we share. It's loss-for-words kind of awesome. Love you, Dusty. Thank you for us. Thank you for the way you make me feel. Thank you for our beautiful family. These kids of ours kick our butts at times, but what a wonderful journey we are having. Thank you for being by my side and growing in our capacities together.
My own dad was working yesterday, so we're doing his very own Father's Day next Sunday. Lucky him. As he said today... "I get my very own holidays all the time now!" One of the (few) perks of working two weeks on, one week off, out of town. My dad is pretty much a rockstar for doing this out-of-town work thing. I'm so proud of him. I miss him tremendously when he's gone and find myself breathing easier when he's home. He's always been such a patient father and so validating of his children. I've always known where I stand with him. Love unconditional. That's my dad.
Thursday, June 16, 2011
Tonight
Tonight I was running with Maria.
Tonight the cloud hazed full moon was GIGANTIC(!) and stunning.
Tonight my dinner-cooking pleased my children immensely and Rohan hugged around both of my legs until it hurt.
Tonight my baby folded herself into my body the moment the lights went out, just as she does every night... and my heart melted, just as it does every night.
Tonight I am up too late doing nothing productive.
Tonight I washed every dish and completely cleared the table... a big deal, as this doesn't always get accomplished.
Tonight I want to create beautiful spaces in my home, but because it's almost 1 a.m it must wait until...
Tomorrow.
Tonight the cloud hazed full moon was GIGANTIC(!) and stunning.
Tonight my dinner-cooking pleased my children immensely and Rohan hugged around both of my legs until it hurt.
Tonight my baby folded herself into my body the moment the lights went out, just as she does every night... and my heart melted, just as it does every night.
Tonight I am up too late doing nothing productive.
Tonight I washed every dish and completely cleared the table... a big deal, as this doesn't always get accomplished.
Tonight I want to create beautiful spaces in my home, but because it's almost 1 a.m it must wait until...
Tomorrow.
Tuesday, June 14, 2011
Family Portraits, or Lack Thereof
I suck at getting family portraits taken. I think my #1 reason is the fact that I am scared of picking "cute outfits". Lamesauce.
So, you can imagine that this article caught my eye,and I scoured it and dreamed of a cute, sassy family photo hanging in my living room.
The last family photo (or the ONLY one?? Yes.) was taken when Rohan was 18 months old. Yep. That would be 4.5 years ago. Lamesauce with meatballs.
It was sure cute, but I have another child in my family now who is almost the same age as Roh was in this pic. WHAT??!! Time for an upgrade, dohncha think?
So, you can imagine that this article caught my eye,and I scoured it and dreamed of a cute, sassy family photo hanging in my living room.
The last family photo (or the ONLY one?? Yes.) was taken when Rohan was 18 months old. Yep. That would be 4.5 years ago. Lamesauce with meatballs.
It was sure cute, but I have another child in my family now who is almost the same age as Roh was in this pic. WHAT??!! Time for an upgrade, dohncha think?
Thursday, June 2, 2011
Hi
Sometimes I forget I have a blog anymore.
LAME.
So, this is me saying HI....
This pic was taken in my long-haired days, back in March for a senior project of a cousin? (I think) of my friend. She did some photo project that showed that moms can still be beautiful. It was a last minute-thrown-together-ish thing, but I thought it was fun to have a pic of myself. I don't get them very often as I am usually the one behind the camera.
THE END.
LAME.
So, this is me saying HI....
This pic was taken in my long-haired days, back in March for a senior project of a cousin? (I think) of my friend. She did some photo project that showed that moms can still be beautiful. It was a last minute-thrown-together-ish thing, but I thought it was fun to have a pic of myself. I don't get them very often as I am usually the one behind the camera.
THE END.
Tuesday, May 3, 2011
Flow
Self-awareness, as everything else in life, has an current, a flow.
At times, all rapids and whirlpools, it carries me faster than I'd choose on my own and often through frightening and dangerous waters. If I let go of my fear, the ride can be exhilerating, though I may come out crying at the end.
As all rapids eventually find a calm, so do my own personal rivers of thought.
Those calm places often look placid and smooth, yet upon submersion I find that the current is stronger than I realized. It is then I am faced with a choice; tread water, swim hard or relax and float and let the current carry me where it may.
There are other times where I stand on the shore and watch the current and wonder at the hinting surface-nuances of the more powerful forces below. I know there are things I'm not seeing or feeling because I choose to stay out of the water.
And there are other times where I walk away from the water all together.
But I know I'll always come back.
At times, all rapids and whirlpools, it carries me faster than I'd choose on my own and often through frightening and dangerous waters. If I let go of my fear, the ride can be exhilerating, though I may come out crying at the end.
As all rapids eventually find a calm, so do my own personal rivers of thought.
Those calm places often look placid and smooth, yet upon submersion I find that the current is stronger than I realized. It is then I am faced with a choice; tread water, swim hard or relax and float and let the current carry me where it may.
There are other times where I stand on the shore and watch the current and wonder at the hinting surface-nuances of the more powerful forces below. I know there are things I'm not seeing or feeling because I choose to stay out of the water.
And there are other times where I walk away from the water all together.
But I know I'll always come back.
Friday, April 15, 2011
Friday's Fabulous Five
Remember how I made up this game a long time ago when I blabbed about fabulous things in my life? I barely do, but I am committed to posting more for my dear, sweet dad and sister who are far away.
Dad and Lacy, this one's for you.
1- Brynja's sweet face and her spunky personality. Not to mention the precious peace that falls on her round cheeks in her slumber.
2- SHORT HAIR!!!! This is the most fabulous thing EVER. I feel like me again. I love me with short hair. I love the ease of it. I love the look. I love the spunk. I LOVE MY SHORT HAIR!
And I love seeing my short-haired self holding my sleeping Baby Brynja.
And then tell me about it, if you wish. I love to hear about your process, if you feel inclined to share. ♥
Dad and Lacy, this one's for you.
1- Brynja's sweet face and her spunky personality. Not to mention the precious peace that falls on her round cheeks in her slumber.
2- SHORT HAIR!!!! This is the most fabulous thing EVER. I feel like me again. I love me with short hair. I love the ease of it. I love the look. I love the spunk. I LOVE MY SHORT HAIR!
And I love seeing my short-haired self holding my sleeping Baby Brynja.
Brynja and I, April 14, 2011
3-Having my tax information all in order and in my accountant's hands and OUT of my hands. YAY. This was the latest I've EVER done my taxes and I'm so relieved that it's over.
4- Being o.k. with myself and where I'm at. Sure there are many things that I want to change, but I am mostly in such a great place and feel so good in my own skin. I like me. Isn't that weird and novel? I like this girl named Clancy. She's a cool cat, says I.
5- Awakening minds. Some people get excited about sports. Some love their T.V. shows. Some people are passionate about exercise or nutrition. Some about reading books. Some about art and creating things, decorating and beautifying spaces. Me? I like many of those things, but I thrill at expansion of human conscsiousness, mine or others. I love to make new discoveries about myself. I love to dig into my psyche and see what drives me to behaviors that are both desirable and not. I love to watch the process in others and hear about their unfolding. This is passionate stuff for me. I love it and I'm shoutin' it to the world.
♥Clancy
P.S. I feel inclined to ask if anyone would like to join me in processing? If so, I invite you... get down and dirty with a shovel and dig into yourself. Find out who you are. Love you. Become. I dare you!
And then tell me about it, if you wish. I love to hear about your process, if you feel inclined to share. ♥
Wednesday, April 13, 2011
Rohan the Alien
My Rohan currently has an obsession with aliens. He talks about them constantly. He draws them incessantly.
He has told me several times that he wishes he were an alien. Today he asked me, "Mom, if I turned into an alien, would you be scared of me?"
I replied, "If I knew it was you, I wouldn't be."
He considered that for a bit and then said, "I could make a badge that I wear that says that I'm Rohan, and then you would know it was me."
I told him that sounded like a pretty good plan. He asked me again, "But would you be scared of me?"
"Well, do you think you would be a pretty scary alien?" I responded.
"Probably. And I don't know if you would know it was me." he said, with some concern.
I asked him if he thought he would turn into an alien when I was watching or if it would be sometime when I was not looking. If I was watching, then I would know that he had turned and I wouldn't be scared of him because I would know that he was my son. But I might be a little scared if I didn't happen to observe this transformation to alien. But if there was some way he could let me know that it was him, I'd probably be ok knowing my son was an alien.
He looked very thoughtful and not a little worried.
He explained to me then that it probably wouldn't be right to have a mom that was scared of her son and that he wanted me to be sure that he's my son.
"And so, I don't think I'll become an alien, Mom."
I told him that was ok with me too.
He has told me several times that he wishes he were an alien. Today he asked me, "Mom, if I turned into an alien, would you be scared of me?"
I replied, "If I knew it was you, I wouldn't be."
He considered that for a bit and then said, "I could make a badge that I wear that says that I'm Rohan, and then you would know it was me."
I told him that sounded like a pretty good plan. He asked me again, "But would you be scared of me?"
"Well, do you think you would be a pretty scary alien?" I responded.
"Probably. And I don't know if you would know it was me." he said, with some concern.
I asked him if he thought he would turn into an alien when I was watching or if it would be sometime when I was not looking. If I was watching, then I would know that he had turned and I wouldn't be scared of him because I would know that he was my son. But I might be a little scared if I didn't happen to observe this transformation to alien. But if there was some way he could let me know that it was him, I'd probably be ok knowing my son was an alien.
He looked very thoughtful and not a little worried.
He explained to me then that it probably wouldn't be right to have a mom that was scared of her son and that he wanted me to be sure that he's my son.
"And so, I don't think I'll become an alien, Mom."
I told him that was ok with me too.
Tuesday, April 12, 2011
Day 8 of 30
A favorite song....
Can't pick just one. These are three of many songs I've been listening to while I get all my crap together for our meeting with our accountant. These three just happen to be the ones I've been listening to *obsessively*.
Can't pick just one. These are three of many songs I've been listening to while I get all my crap together for our meeting with our accountant. These three just happen to be the ones I've been listening to *obsessively*.
Saturday, April 9, 2011
Day 7 of 30
Whoops. So I'm not doing so hot at staying on task.... but at least I have my subject matter already picked, eh?
Day 7 is something I want to buy....
I really want to buy a couch. When we finished our basement, we moved our couch down to the family room and we have yet to replace it upstairs in the living room. We have a plethora of chairs, currently. And I don't think I like any of them. I guess I'm grateful I have somewhere to sit until we buy that couch. I even have the one I want picked out. But we decided to be smart and wait until we had the cash to get them (I'd like the loveseat too...) So, we're still waiting, thanks ever-so-much to our duplex that keeps sucking money. Dustin tore out a tiled shower today and we'll be replacing that next week. Some mega-idiot that did the bathroom before we bought it put the tile directly onto the sheetrock on the walls and directly on the wood framing on the bottom pan area. So, the shower has been leaking and leaking over the years, turning sheetrock to mush and the framing to compost under the tile. Lovely.
I'd also like flooring for my living room... and paint, and new windows and new curtains. And new cabinets for my kitchen, and new flooring... pretty much a whole new upstairs to match our whole new basement. Wouldn't that be nice?
Day 7 is something I want to buy....
I really want to buy a couch. When we finished our basement, we moved our couch down to the family room and we have yet to replace it upstairs in the living room. We have a plethora of chairs, currently. And I don't think I like any of them. I guess I'm grateful I have somewhere to sit until we buy that couch. I even have the one I want picked out. But we decided to be smart and wait until we had the cash to get them (I'd like the loveseat too...) So, we're still waiting, thanks ever-so-much to our duplex that keeps sucking money. Dustin tore out a tiled shower today and we'll be replacing that next week. Some mega-idiot that did the bathroom before we bought it put the tile directly onto the sheetrock on the walls and directly on the wood framing on the bottom pan area. So, the shower has been leaking and leaking over the years, turning sheetrock to mush and the framing to compost under the tile. Lovely.
I'd also like flooring for my living room... and paint, and new windows and new curtains. And new cabinets for my kitchen, and new flooring... pretty much a whole new upstairs to match our whole new basement. Wouldn't that be nice?
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