To my dear Dad! I love you pops. I'm sad that you're away on this day, out in the oil fields where you are working your long long hours, but I'm so proud of you for doing what needs to be done, even if it means being away from family on your birthday.
I love you so much. Thank you for always being a support to me and my family.
Love,
Clancy
Tuesday, September 6, 2011
Monday, August 22, 2011
From the FB World
Facebook is a lovely little thing. But it does have it's drawbacks. I post little things that my kids, particularly Rohan, says, but there they sit, being stacked upon by all the busy-ness of Facebook (and occasionally I say something funny I want to remember too). I'll never find them again. So, I'm going to post some of those things on here so they are a little more accessible and easier to remember. This might be a really long post, or maybe it will encompass several posts, but either way, I want them recorded. Enjoy...
Rohan sees Brynja getting sleepy in the car, leans over to her to sing her a song and leans back to me, "Mom, I forgot that song, what's It called... 'Baby in a tree'?
Me: 'Rock a bye baby'?
Rohan: "Yeah, rock a bye baby..." and he leans over and start singing it to Brynja. So cute.
May 17 at 1:00pm
I owe a public apology to my daughter, Brynja Leigh. I wrongfully accused her of throwing my cell phone charger in the garbage, when really I just moved it into her room to listen to Pandora while I was cleaning one time and I... ahem... forgot.
Sorry, baby girl.
August 17 at 9:37am
Dear Tuesday,
You might be my favorite day of the week for the simple fact that you are not Monday.
Affectionately,
Clancy
August 16 at 3:39pm
"Today was more awesome then a shark high-fiving a bear during an explosion in outer space." ....Today hasn't necessarily been that awesome, but this quote had to be stolen from my friend, Dan's status. HA!!
May 17 at 1:00pm
Rohan declared that because it was SUCH a nice day, we HAVE to have a "pigNic"! He got out the blanket, spread it carefully, grabbed the basket I store plastic-wear in, and grabbed a handfull of pretzels. Then he asked me if I'd like him to make me a PBJ.
That's what I call a Motherhood Prize... Happy Mother's Day to me!
May 05, 2011
Rohan: Mom, why is it that farmers get to have all this lucky stuff?
April 25 at 5:53pm
You know your baby has three older siblings when she toots and then laughs while she looks up to see who's laughing with her.
April 19 at 10:05am
Dear Stranger Who Knocked at My Door-
You are weird. When you knock and get no answer, why do you feel like it's ok to open up my door and put a business card *inside* my house in my daughter's shoe asking me if I want to sell my car? I feel a little violated. Maybe I should lock my door at 10:30 am more often? Thanks for the heads up, crazy.
Sincerely,
Clancy
March 3 at 12:04pm
I gotcha this time, Dinner. HAHA!! I planned for the whole week and you're so done. I'll see you tomorrow in some split-pea soup.
February 16 at 12:19am
Rohan @ lunch says to me... Mom, you're just a little bit old.
Me... Oh? Just a little bit?
Rohan, in clarification... Yeah, just *barely* old.
♥
February 10 at 1:09pm
Teaching my baby girl the fine art of sitting by the heater. She's so precious... and heat seeking.
February 9 at 8:39am
Just met a little girl named clancy. It was a little surreal, like I was observing some younger version of myself.
February 4 at 3:14pm
had to share from my brother's status update... Taylor, you're hilarious.
"...and ya know, dentists need to invent a keyboard to type on while your mouth is jacked open so you can still communicate!!! haha
Dentist - "oh, how are you doin, doin ok?"
Me - "hhcccchhhaaaaalllaaaaaawaancchhhhaa"
Dentist - "o good,... let me know if it hurts"
Me - "hhhrrraaaachchhahaaa
February 2 at 11:48am
Rohan: I can't believe its still snowy and it's already a different week.
January 20 at 4:09pm
Curse the traffic engineers who decided to change Holmes' traffic pattern. May your dogs get fleas and your cats throw-up on your pillow. And if you don't have pets, traffic engineers, I curse you to run out of windshield washer fluid while driving in Utah!
January 8 at 2:22pm
Rohan says to me, totally randomly: Mom, some day I want to go to a Massage Factory.
Me, stifling laughter: A massage factory?
Rohan: Yeah, you know... one of those places that you get a massage? And it's made of rock on the outside and the inside?
Still not sure what he meant, but man it was funny.
December 11, 2010 at 7:28am
Weather channel app on my phone told me that in @
Atlanta georgia, it was 57 degrees and that it feels like 57 degrees. I told to the phone to find my location..
1 degree, and it feels like -16 degrees. What an awesome day to live in Idaho.
November 24, 2010 at 11:54pm
Baby B cut two teeth, started crawling and took her first steps all in the same week.
November 22, 2010 at 10:01am
Rohan takes a drink of his water thats been in the cold car all night: "this is Brrrzing water, Mom!"
Me: Brrrzing, huh?
Rohan: Yeah feel. (He puts it on my hand) Brrrrr! It's cold!!!
I ♥ Rohan.
November 17, 2010 at 2:16pm
Dear Autumn, thank you for your boastful and lingering display. Do me one favor and tell Winter we could do without the preview of his cold, blustery gifts.
November 8, 2010 at 12:19pm
Rohan... "mom, are we nephites?"
Me..."uhhh... no, not really."
R... "so we're Samaritans?"
Me... "uhhh... no."
R... "so, what are we then?"
Me... "Gentiles?" (Are we?)
R... "but Samaritans talk like this, right? "
Me..."uhhh....what?"
Cutest kid ever.
October 22, 2010 at 3:13pm
Hello friends.
Look at your status. Now back to mine. Now back to your status, now
back to mine. Sadly, your status isn't mine. But if you stopped posting
other things and made this your status, yours could be like mine. Look
down. Back up. Where are you? You're on Facebook, reading the status
your status could be like! Anything is possible when your Facebook
status looks like this one. I'm in a chair....heyahh!
August 25, 2010 at 9:31am
Clancy...
is a fan of her husband's broad shoulders and extremely tan arms.
August 23, 2010 at 10:39pm
Did you know that there is now a CHOICE of restrooms in my house now!? It's all so awesome.
August 13, 2010 at 12:31am
Brynja rolled over today! Took her time with that one, so Mom was extra excited.
July 30, 2010 at 11:29am
I'm thinking of starting my own business: Professional Time Waster. If you need time wasted, I'm your girl.
July 12, 2010 at 12:31pm
It's going to have to be just these posts for toinght. I'm totally falling asleep at the keyboard. Literally....
Rohan sees Brynja getting sleepy in the car, leans over to her to sing her a song and leans back to me, "Mom, I forgot that song, what's It called... 'Baby in a tree'?
Me: 'Rock a bye baby'?
Rohan: "Yeah, rock a bye baby..." and he leans over and start singing it to Brynja. So cute.
May 17 at 1:00pm
I owe a public apology to my daughter, Brynja Leigh. I wrongfully accused her of throwing my cell phone charger in the garbage, when really I just moved it into her room to listen to Pandora while I was cleaning one time and I... ahem... forgot.
Sorry, baby girl.
August 17 at 9:37am
Dear Tuesday,
You might be my favorite day of the week for the simple fact that you are not Monday.
Affectionately,
Clancy
August 16 at 3:39pm
"Today was more awesome then a shark high-fiving a bear during an explosion in outer space." ....Today hasn't necessarily been that awesome, but this quote had to be stolen from my friend, Dan's status. HA!!
May 17 at 1:00pm
Rohan declared that because it was SUCH a nice day, we HAVE to have a "pigNic"! He got out the blanket, spread it carefully, grabbed the basket I store plastic-wear in, and grabbed a handfull of pretzels. Then he asked me if I'd like him to make me a PBJ.
That's what I call a Motherhood Prize... Happy Mother's Day to me!
May 05, 2011
Rohan: Mom, why is it that farmers get to have all this lucky stuff?
April 25 at 5:53pm
You know your baby has three older siblings when she toots and then laughs while she looks up to see who's laughing with her.
April 19 at 10:05am
Dear Stranger Who Knocked at My Door-
You are weird. When you knock and get no answer, why do you feel like it's ok to open up my door and put a business card *inside* my house in my daughter's shoe asking me if I want to sell my car? I feel a little violated. Maybe I should lock my door at 10:30 am more often? Thanks for the heads up, crazy.
Sincerely,
Clancy
March 3 at 12:04pm
I gotcha this time, Dinner. HAHA!! I planned for the whole week and you're so done. I'll see you tomorrow in some split-pea soup.
February 16 at 12:19am
Rohan @ lunch says to me... Mom, you're just a little bit old.
Me... Oh? Just a little bit?
Rohan, in clarification... Yeah, just *barely* old.
♥
February 10 at 1:09pm
Teaching my baby girl the fine art of sitting by the heater. She's so precious... and heat seeking.
February 9 at 8:39am
Just met a little girl named clancy. It was a little surreal, like I was observing some younger version of myself.
February 4 at 3:14pm
had to share from my brother's status update... Taylor, you're hilarious.
"...and ya know, dentists need to invent a keyboard to type on while your mouth is jacked open so you can still communicate!!! haha
Dentist - "oh, how are you doin, doin ok?"
Me - "hhcccchhhaaaaalllaaaaaawaancchhhhaa"
Dentist - "o good,... let me know if it hurts"
Me - "hhhrrraaaachchhahaaa
February 2 at 11:48am
Rohan: I can't believe its still snowy and it's already a different week.
January 20 at 4:09pm
Curse the traffic engineers who decided to change Holmes' traffic pattern. May your dogs get fleas and your cats throw-up on your pillow. And if you don't have pets, traffic engineers, I curse you to run out of windshield washer fluid while driving in Utah!
January 8 at 2:22pm
Rohan says to me, totally randomly: Mom, some day I want to go to a Massage Factory.
Me, stifling laughter: A massage factory?
Rohan: Yeah, you know... one of those places that you get a massage? And it's made of rock on the outside and the inside?
Still not sure what he meant, but man it was funny.
December 11, 2010 at 7:28am
Weather channel app on my phone told me that in @
Atlanta georgia, it was 57 degrees and that it feels like 57 degrees. I told to the phone to find my location..
1 degree, and it feels like -16 degrees. What an awesome day to live in Idaho.
November 24, 2010 at 11:54pm
Baby B cut two teeth, started crawling and took her first steps all in the same week.
November 22, 2010 at 10:01am
Rohan takes a drink of his water thats been in the cold car all night: "this is Brrrzing water, Mom!"
Me: Brrrzing, huh?
Rohan: Yeah feel. (He puts it on my hand) Brrrrr! It's cold!!!
I ♥ Rohan.
November 17, 2010 at 2:16pm
Dear Autumn, thank you for your boastful and lingering display. Do me one favor and tell Winter we could do without the preview of his cold, blustery gifts.
November 8, 2010 at 12:19pm
Rohan... "mom, are we nephites?"
Me..."uhhh... no, not really."
R... "so we're Samaritans?"
Me... "uhhh... no."
R... "so, what are we then?"
Me... "Gentiles?" (Are we?)
R... "but Samaritans talk like this, right? "
Me..."uhhh....what?"
Cutest kid ever.
October 22, 2010 at 3:13pm
Hello friends.
Look at your status. Now back to mine. Now back to your status, now
back to mine. Sadly, your status isn't mine. But if you stopped posting
other things and made this your status, yours could be like mine. Look
down. Back up. Where are you? You're on Facebook, reading the status
your status could be like! Anything is possible when your Facebook
status looks like this one. I'm in a chair....heyahh!
August 25, 2010 at 9:31am
Clancy...
is a fan of her husband's broad shoulders and extremely tan arms.
August 23, 2010 at 10:39pm
Did you know that there is now a CHOICE of restrooms in my house now!? It's all so awesome.
August 13, 2010 at 12:31am
Brynja rolled over today! Took her time with that one, so Mom was extra excited.
July 30, 2010 at 11:29am
I'm thinking of starting my own business: Professional Time Waster. If you need time wasted, I'm your girl.
July 12, 2010 at 12:31pm
It's going to have to be just these posts for toinght. I'm totally falling asleep at the keyboard. Literally....
Wednesday, August 17, 2011
Hmmm.....
You know what phrase is strange? "One tough cookie".
Why a cookie? When cookies get overdone I wouldn't describe them as tough. I can't think of any situation involving cookies in which I would incorporate the word "tough". I would be thinking more along the lines of crispy, or blackened, or crunchy.
"He's one crunchy cookie."
That just doesn't have the same ring to it, does it?
It would make more sense to say, "He's one tough steak," or something like that. Don't you think?
"He's one tough piece of leather."
"She's one tough Kevlar suit."
Just a passing thought as I was clearing the dinner dishes tonight...
Why a cookie? When cookies get overdone I wouldn't describe them as tough. I can't think of any situation involving cookies in which I would incorporate the word "tough". I would be thinking more along the lines of crispy, or blackened, or crunchy.
"He's one crunchy cookie."
That just doesn't have the same ring to it, does it?
It would make more sense to say, "He's one tough steak," or something like that. Don't you think?
"He's one tough piece of leather."
"She's one tough Kevlar suit."
Just a passing thought as I was clearing the dinner dishes tonight...
Thursday, July 28, 2011
On My Mind
For some reason, today, I can't stop thinking about my Grandma Carol. It's been five years, now, since she passed away. I can't believe it's been so long since I've seen her. I just realized, she would be 80 years old now.
She had a magic about her. She moved through the world with such grace and love. Anytime you were with her, she made you feel like the most important person in the world.
I grew up in Salt Lake City, Utah. I lived in the same house my whole life, the same house in which my dad spent most of his growing up years. When I was a senior in high school, my parents felt impressed to move away to Idaho. We were then about 200 miles from all our Salt Lake family, my grandma included. Anytime I tell people this they assume that this was a really hard thing for me to do, moving my senior year of high school. And to them I always say that if my parents had forced me to go, it probably would have been, but my dad would always say when the topic of me moving to Idaho arose, "We'll do what's right." I was dead-set that the right thing was for me to stay in Utah and graduate with all my friends. My friend Erin's parents offered me a place to stay, as did my Grandma. I was sure I was staying.
Eventually, I had another experience, which I won't go into right now, that opened my mind to the possibility of moving. I realized that I could make a whole new set of friends if I moved. I could be the mysterious "new girl" for the first time in my life. And I'm sure I was not conscious about it then, but I probably wouldn't have had a very easy time without my family around me. I have an awesome family. And so, I decided to move.
Why am I telling you this story? Because today, in one of the many moments I felt my Grandmother's grace alight on my heart, I realized how blessed I was to make the choice to move to Idaho. I think, had I stayed in Utah, that I would have lived, not with my Grandma Carol, but with my friend, Erin. Her house was closer to everything... school, work, friends... and she was my FRIEND! How cool would that be to live with one of my best friends? (I didn't know at the time that living with friends has good points, but it is also full of challenges.) So, I chose to move and with that choice came the opportunity of coming back to Salt Lake City to visit.
From the time we moved in 1995 until the time my precious Grandma passed away in 2006, whenever we'd come back to Salt Lake (which was frequent) we would stay at her house. For ten years I was graciously welcomed into her home. And when I became a wife, she welcomed my husband as warmly as she did her own granddaughter. When my children came along, she adored them and thrilled to have them in her house. I know it's not easy to have small children in your house, especially when you're used to quiet, but her generous heart never faltered.
When I was staying there for our family Christmas parties, I would help her in her preparations. I would set tables, arrange relish trays, move chairs, decorate her Christmas tree, peel potatoes, cook hams, vacuum, shine sinks and make cookies. She did so much that I was completely unaware of before I got the chance to be there for the prep. It was my joy to help her and she always made me feel like she couldn't have done it without me, even though we both know that for all of my life before 1995, she did just that.
Every year she would make her special clam dip. She had a special fork that she kept at the back of her silverware drawer... it was her clam-dip-cream-cheese stirring fork. She just liked the way it felt in her fingers... those fingers that I can still see holding that fork. We had so much fun, laughing as we made ready for all those she so devoutly loved.
She was, quite simply, the most delightful human being I've ever encountered on this earth.
She had a poem framed in her kitchen window sill that her friend, Kaye, had written for her. I've read it so many times, I don't think I could forget it if I tried. It went like this:
Carol-
Your sunflower self,
of bosom earth,
so caring,
warms the weary world.
How true it was. How true it is. She continues to warm this weary world in the memory of anyone who knew her.
I miss you fiercely, Grandma.
She had a magic about her. She moved through the world with such grace and love. Anytime you were with her, she made you feel like the most important person in the world.
I grew up in Salt Lake City, Utah. I lived in the same house my whole life, the same house in which my dad spent most of his growing up years. When I was a senior in high school, my parents felt impressed to move away to Idaho. We were then about 200 miles from all our Salt Lake family, my grandma included. Anytime I tell people this they assume that this was a really hard thing for me to do, moving my senior year of high school. And to them I always say that if my parents had forced me to go, it probably would have been, but my dad would always say when the topic of me moving to Idaho arose, "We'll do what's right." I was dead-set that the right thing was for me to stay in Utah and graduate with all my friends. My friend Erin's parents offered me a place to stay, as did my Grandma. I was sure I was staying.
Eventually, I had another experience, which I won't go into right now, that opened my mind to the possibility of moving. I realized that I could make a whole new set of friends if I moved. I could be the mysterious "new girl" for the first time in my life. And I'm sure I was not conscious about it then, but I probably wouldn't have had a very easy time without my family around me. I have an awesome family. And so, I decided to move.
Why am I telling you this story? Because today, in one of the many moments I felt my Grandmother's grace alight on my heart, I realized how blessed I was to make the choice to move to Idaho. I think, had I stayed in Utah, that I would have lived, not with my Grandma Carol, but with my friend, Erin. Her house was closer to everything... school, work, friends... and she was my FRIEND! How cool would that be to live with one of my best friends? (I didn't know at the time that living with friends has good points, but it is also full of challenges.) So, I chose to move and with that choice came the opportunity of coming back to Salt Lake City to visit.
From the time we moved in 1995 until the time my precious Grandma passed away in 2006, whenever we'd come back to Salt Lake (which was frequent) we would stay at her house. For ten years I was graciously welcomed into her home. And when I became a wife, she welcomed my husband as warmly as she did her own granddaughter. When my children came along, she adored them and thrilled to have them in her house. I know it's not easy to have small children in your house, especially when you're used to quiet, but her generous heart never faltered.
When I was staying there for our family Christmas parties, I would help her in her preparations. I would set tables, arrange relish trays, move chairs, decorate her Christmas tree, peel potatoes, cook hams, vacuum, shine sinks and make cookies. She did so much that I was completely unaware of before I got the chance to be there for the prep. It was my joy to help her and she always made me feel like she couldn't have done it without me, even though we both know that for all of my life before 1995, she did just that.
Every year she would make her special clam dip. She had a special fork that she kept at the back of her silverware drawer... it was her clam-dip-cream-cheese stirring fork. She just liked the way it felt in her fingers... those fingers that I can still see holding that fork. We had so much fun, laughing as we made ready for all those she so devoutly loved.
She was, quite simply, the most delightful human being I've ever encountered on this earth.
She had a poem framed in her kitchen window sill that her friend, Kaye, had written for her. I've read it so many times, I don't think I could forget it if I tried. It went like this:
Carol-
Your sunflower self,
of bosom earth,
so caring,
warms the weary world.
How true it was. How true it is. She continues to warm this weary world in the memory of anyone who knew her.
I miss you fiercely, Grandma.
Ella and Grandma Carol, 2002.
Tuesday, July 26, 2011
Because It Moved Me
A hundred years ago, I wrote about when I was going to our local sidewalk art show, and how much I loved my own original artwork that I've purchased. Well, the sidewalk art show was this last weekend. I only had about an hour to cruise around and view the lovely artwork, but I was going because I love it SO much. There was one booth that is there every year, a guy who carves walking sticks with old-man faces. This is not usually a booth that interests me, but my kids wanted to check it out, so in we went. As I was glancing around the booth, I turned to the south wall and saw the most amazing things. There were only three of them, barn wood pieces painted with black and white portraits of Native Americans. The one in the middle grabbed me. I couldn't stop looking at it. It was an old Native American man in profile. He was looking far off. He was aloof and ghost-like. It reminded me of my grandfather who is 1/4 Cherokee (I think that's the right tribe...?).
I spoke to the artist for a good 15 minutes. He doesn't do many of these, never enough for a whole series. The barn wood is difficult to obtain. He uses real photographs of Native Americans from a book he has and he only likes to spend about an hour on each piece... just gets a feel for the shapes, shadows and highlights. A.MAZ.ING. I was entranced.
As I chatted with the artist, I kept thinking I would walk away from the booth. I got his email address so I could have him email me more of these pieces as he did them. I was going to leave. Every time I tried, I found myself worried to leave because what if somebody bought this piece? I watched people walk into his booth and if they looked in the direction of my lovely old Indian man, I found myself stepping a little closer to it, to make sure they knew I was already interested in it. I felt like it was mine and I had to defend it and protect it from everyone else.
After the fourth or fifth time I tried to leave, and the fourth or fifth time I "protectively" stepped closer to it, I realized that if I didn't buy this and take it home, I would regret it forever. And it only cost as much as a tank of gas in my van, for heaven's sake!
"I'm going to buy this right now," I told the artist. "I can't leave it here."
"Great!" he responded.
I discovered I was out of checks, but said that he could take cards. (no power or phone lines, so I was surprised...) He pulled out his "Jurassic" credit card machine... you know the ones you swipe on carbon paper? Awesome. He was all old-school. I left with my Native American barn wood painting.
I came home and hung it on a wall... perhaps a temporary spot, but I had to have it up. I stare at it all the time. Ella even said to me today, "Mom, why do you keep staring at that?"
Because I love it and I can't help it... and that's how I know I made the right decision.
I spoke to the artist for a good 15 minutes. He doesn't do many of these, never enough for a whole series. The barn wood is difficult to obtain. He uses real photographs of Native Americans from a book he has and he only likes to spend about an hour on each piece... just gets a feel for the shapes, shadows and highlights. A.MAZ.ING. I was entranced.
As I chatted with the artist, I kept thinking I would walk away from the booth. I got his email address so I could have him email me more of these pieces as he did them. I was going to leave. Every time I tried, I found myself worried to leave because what if somebody bought this piece? I watched people walk into his booth and if they looked in the direction of my lovely old Indian man, I found myself stepping a little closer to it, to make sure they knew I was already interested in it. I felt like it was mine and I had to defend it and protect it from everyone else.
After the fourth or fifth time I tried to leave, and the fourth or fifth time I "protectively" stepped closer to it, I realized that if I didn't buy this and take it home, I would regret it forever. And it only cost as much as a tank of gas in my van, for heaven's sake!
"I'm going to buy this right now," I told the artist. "I can't leave it here."
"Great!" he responded.
I discovered I was out of checks, but said that he could take cards. (no power or phone lines, so I was surprised...) He pulled out his "Jurassic" credit card machine... you know the ones you swipe on carbon paper? Awesome. He was all old-school. I left with my Native American barn wood painting.
I came home and hung it on a wall... perhaps a temporary spot, but I had to have it up. I stare at it all the time. Ella even said to me today, "Mom, why do you keep staring at that?"
Because I love it and I can't help it... and that's how I know I made the right decision.
(not a very good picture of it, but you get the idea...
and you're just grateful that I posted a picture since it's not a forte of mine, right???)
Random Thoughts on a Monday Night
-My husband was in Louisiana for a week and I was living the single-mom life. I don't like that. I like being married and having my husband around. He's awesome. High fives for my awesome marriage and my kids' awesome daddy.
-There is something I want to do and I find myself gripped by fear about it. I remember times in my life where I have pushed through fear and doubt. I need to find that place in myself for this thing I want to do.
-Mac is at scout camp this week. My son is at scout camp. I forget he's gone and think I need to call him up for dinner or pick him up from his friend's house. It's very weird. I'm sure it will happen more frequently as the years press on. He turned 11 on the 15th of this month. How did that happen? He wears a men's shoe... size 7 1/2. What??? He's five feet tall. WHAT? He has armpit hair. WHAT!!!!? He's a real person and he's going to grow up to be this awesome funny human whom I LIKE and have fun with instead of this twerpy kid who I send to time out and who's mouth I wash with soap because he's a little sass-box. Life is so weird. And so awesome.
-Ella got a Toys R Us gift card for her birthday. We redeemed it today and she had a grand time choosing her own gift. She chose a wolf stuffed animal (wolves are her favorite animal), and a Magic 8 Ball. I've chuckled endlessly to myself while I listen to Ella and Rohan ask it questions.
Rohan: Ask it if I will go to outer space.
Ella asks.
Magic 8 Ball: YOU CAN COUNT ON IT
Rohan: WOW! I'm going to OUTER SPACE!!!
Rohan: Ask it if I'll see aliens.
Ella asks.
Magic 8 Ball: YES
Rohan: I'M GOING TO SEE REAL ALIENS!!
A minute later I've left the room and I'm washing dishes. Rohan runs in screaming with excitement, "MOM!!!! I'm going to BUILD my OWN rocket ship to get to outer space!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
Those are the mommy-moments that make all those harder mommy-moments worth it.
-I made curry tonight for dinner. I love curry.
-I got a new purse. It's red leather. It's HAWT. I love it.
-Got my A/C fixed in my car a month or two ago and now it's not working again. LAMESAUCE. Seriously. Makes me want to cry.... or kick something.
-There is something I want to do and I find myself gripped by fear about it. I remember times in my life where I have pushed through fear and doubt. I need to find that place in myself for this thing I want to do.
-Mac is at scout camp this week. My son is at scout camp. I forget he's gone and think I need to call him up for dinner or pick him up from his friend's house. It's very weird. I'm sure it will happen more frequently as the years press on. He turned 11 on the 15th of this month. How did that happen? He wears a men's shoe... size 7 1/2. What??? He's five feet tall. WHAT? He has armpit hair. WHAT!!!!? He's a real person and he's going to grow up to be this awesome funny human whom I LIKE and have fun with instead of this twerpy kid who I send to time out and who's mouth I wash with soap because he's a little sass-box. Life is so weird. And so awesome.
-Ella got a Toys R Us gift card for her birthday. We redeemed it today and she had a grand time choosing her own gift. She chose a wolf stuffed animal (wolves are her favorite animal), and a Magic 8 Ball. I've chuckled endlessly to myself while I listen to Ella and Rohan ask it questions.
Rohan: Ask it if I will go to outer space.
Ella asks.
Magic 8 Ball: YOU CAN COUNT ON IT
Rohan: WOW! I'm going to OUTER SPACE!!!
Rohan: Ask it if I'll see aliens.
Ella asks.
Magic 8 Ball: YES
Rohan: I'M GOING TO SEE REAL ALIENS!!
A minute later I've left the room and I'm washing dishes. Rohan runs in screaming with excitement, "MOM!!!! I'm going to BUILD my OWN rocket ship to get to outer space!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
Those are the mommy-moments that make all those harder mommy-moments worth it.
-I made curry tonight for dinner. I love curry.
-I got a new purse. It's red leather. It's HAWT. I love it.
-Got my A/C fixed in my car a month or two ago and now it's not working again. LAMESAUCE. Seriously. Makes me want to cry.... or kick something.
Tuesday, June 28, 2011
The Android and the Tooth Fairy
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.
It sure saved my bacon.
Thank you, Android.
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?
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