Friday, January 24, 2014

Five Minute Friday: Visit

I'm joining up with Lisa Jo Baker and some amazing women for Five Minute Friday. One word. Five minutes. No editing. Learn more HERE.

Today's word is:


Sometimes I visit the past. My past. I try to remember the details of the memories of times gone by. I used to be better at recalling those details. Maybe too good at it, as I would often proliferate on those tiny details. Now, with the 24 hour-a-day task of parenting two young children, the details become a little fuzzy.

But sometimes those memories come back to visit me, like long-lost friends. And the details feel fresh and vivid in my mind. Like passing notes to my sister in between a crack in the wall of our two bedrooms. The paper folded a hundred times over to fill the space between the walls. The giggling back and forth. Or all the times my parents took us to the beach in the summer. It was a family affair, with the grandparents, aunts, uncles, cousins, and friends. We'd leave early in the morning to be one of the first on the beach in order to claim our preferred spot. Sometimes we were there before the lifeguards arrived, and almost always before the water was warm enough to swim in. Memories of dance parties in the basement of my cousin's house. Cranking the music up to our favorite radio songs and choreographing our own dances. Memories of time spent playing outside, without adult supervision. The neighborhoods were safe back then. We would walk down to the general store with a dollar in our hands, and come back with a brown lunch bag full of candy that would last for days.

Often these memories will arise when I'm driving. Always I think I should keep a journal of sorts, simply to record these memories of mine. Something to look back on, and something to pass on to my children.

Thursday, January 23, 2014

This and That Thursday

It is cold. So very bitter cold. Freeze your boogers cold (you northerners should be able to relate). Is it summer yet?


I am in desperate need of a hair cut. My husband disagrees, as he likes my hair long; the longer the better. However, he is not the one dealing with said hair. And it's at a point where it needs something.  Something different. Something new. Something uplifting. I'm totally digging a long side-swept bang and layers. I've been pinning some inspirational photos here.


I find myself with a tiredness reminiscent of a new mother. I can't remember the last time my children slept through the night, in their own beds. They are 2 and 4, and by gosh, they need to be sleeping through the night, right? My youngest will wake upset and it take a few minutes to even be able to console her. Sometimes she scratches at her legs, and doesn't want to be touched. Eventually she will let me hold her. Once she is calm, she might ask to use the potty or to have a drink of water. Always in the end, she wants to crawl into bed next to me and go back to sleep. There are some nights when she is up several times, and more recently, when she is up for several hours at a time. Then the 4 year old will wander in and want to crawl in bed. And quite frankly, this Momma is getting no rest.


My nails are doing something funky. I've lost one side of my thumbnail, and I've got an in-grown toenail on one of my big toes. Gross, right? I've never experienced either, and I'm not sure what to do.


The oldest asked the youngest the other day what she wanted to be when she grows up.
The youngest replied, "A robot."


I'm feeling old. I'm finding more and more gray hair. The wrinkles are settling on my forehead and around my eyes. I'm looking into more advanced day lotions and night creams, to you know, target my aging skin. What do you use and love?

Friday, September 27, 2013

Pieces of Me

This post is prompted by Lisa-Jo Baker for Five Minute Friday. Lisa-Jo encouraged us to share our truths with her today. Here are a few raw, real pieces of me.

Today's word is: TRUE

I know this much to be true...

I feel inadequate.

I feel like I don't do enough. That I can't live up enough to expectations. Mine. Yours. Theirs.

I become depressed, anxious, panicked when I feel overwhelmed.

Overwhelmed by a messy house, landscaping that needs tending to, house repairs that don't get done...
the pile of laundry on my bed - clean, yet unfolded. And the dirty laundry piling up in the closet. 

Overwhelmed by the demands of two, precious little girls. Overwhelmed by the whining and the tantrums. Overwhelmed by the sensory issues. Overwhelmed by the mornings.  Oh, friends, the mornings are not kind.

I am overwhelmed by the overwhelmness of it all. (Yes, I just made that word up).

I don't want my children and family to remember the messiness of the house and my inability to keep up with it all.  I don't want to be the mom who loses her temper, her cool, her calm too quickly.I don't want a life that feels like I'm always rushing around. And in the end, at the end of the day, feels like I didn't do enough.

I feel old. My body feels worn out, tired. Gray hairs are multiplying as fast as that pile of dirty laundry.

I want to make this life matter. I want it to be as meaningful as possible. I want to feel accomplished. With myself, as a wife, as a mother, as a family member, as a friend...

My life is full of blessings. Through the piles of both clean and dirty laundry, overflowing toilets, the cobwebs in the corners of a room, the toys spilled out all over the playroom floor, the whining, the tantrums, the difficult mornings in which I'm lucky if I've brushed my own hair that day...I need to remember the blessings. Time goes too quickly, I've learned.

I need to wrap myself more around the things that matter and soak them up.

I know this much to be true.

Thursday, August 1, 2013

25 Things To Do With Your Kids (end of summer ideas)!

Looking for something to do with your kids and try to keep them busy in these last few days of summer? Of course there is always back to school shopping, but why not try something from the list below for some end of summer fun!

  1. Visit your local library.
  2. Go to the park/playground.
  3. Set up the tent in the backyard for a night of impromptu camping!
  4. Have a treasure hunt.
  5. Go geocaching.
  6. Make and play with homemade playdough.
  7. Go on a nature walk.
  8. Play with sensory tubs.
  9. Plant a flower or tree together.
  10. Have a water fight.
  11. Walk to the general store for slush puppies!
  12. Sidewalk chalk.
  13. Ride bikes.
  14. Make an obstacle course in the yard with hula hoops and other play items.
  15. Act out a story from a book, like this one.
  16. Build a fort. 
  17. Have a picnic.
  18. Get ice cream.
  19. Have a lemonade stand.
  20. Visit a water park. 
  21. Go to the zoo. 
  22. Visit your local museum. (Ours have free passes through our local libraries)
  23. Go to the movies. (Check your local theater for free movies for kids during the summer)
  24. Spend the day at the beach or lake. 
  25. Go bowling.

Friday, July 26, 2013

Five Minute Friday - Broken

I'm joining up with Lisa Jo Baker and some amazing women for Five Minute Friday. One word. Five minutes. No editing. Learn more HERE.

Today's word is:



I drove my girls to day care this morning. Leia was in the back seat crying because she didn’t like the song that was playing on the radio. We passed a man walking a dog. She cried harder because she couldn’t see it. When I shut the car off and got the kids out of their car seats, I didn’t do it fast enough. Leia cried more. When she got out of the car, she couldn’t see her day care friend in the window any longer. She threw herself on the ground and declared that she wouldn’t stand. I carried her into the house, where she continued to cry because she couldn’t find her ball. The ball was discovered and handed to her. She threw herself on the floor in the entryway, belly down, and continued to cry. Minutes that seemed like hours later, the day care provider and I were able to redirect her to some music.

Katie came in the room, and wanted to sit on my lap. She scooted up. Leia wanted my lap too. Each child got a leg. Katie began to cry because she didn’t have enough room. I took her into the other room and we sat for a minute as she told me it wasn’t fair that she didn’t get time in my lap alone, and Leia had earlier. She cried for a little while longer as a friend came over and patted her back. I attempted to leave to go to work. Katie cried more, telling me that she doesn’t like to stay at day care. I reminded her it was Friday and the weekend was coming. She asked me to stay until she go snack. In the playroom she cried harder when she discovered a cob web on the ceiling, right above her head. It was taken care of. She cried again when she kissed my forehead, nose, lips, and finally my chin goodbye. She told me she didn’t want me to leave, that she needed me, and was going to follow me out. As I walked out the door, she ran away sobbing. As I was driving out of the driveway, she appeared in the bay window of the dining room and waved as she sobbed even harder. I kept looking back, seeing her tearful face watching me leave.

As I drove away, I felt broken.


Friday, May 24, 2013

Five Minute Friday: View

I'm joining up with Lisa Jo Baker and some amazing women for Five Minute Friday. One word. Five minutes. No editing. Learn more HERE.

Today's prompt is:


I view myself in so many different ways.

A wife, a mother, a sister, a daughter, a friend...

Keeper of the laundry, dishes, cleaning, dusting, mopping, vacuuming, bath-time duties, sippy-cup filling, diaper changing, hair brushing, toy picker-upper, nose-blower, teeth-brusher, boo-boo kisser, potty companion (because you know, there might be spiders or monsters in there), tucker-inner, night-time sleep checker, etc. etc.

I think I should rearrange the order up above. Mothering always comes first.

You've seen it typed here before, a thousand times I'm sure. Mothering. It  is the most rewarding, and the most challenging experience all wrapped up into one. 

I think it's so hard for us Moms to find that time to actively and equally give to all of our relationship titles. Those babies pop out, and our priorites sure do change in a jiffy, don't they?

Lately I've been reassessing my life, my roles, and myself, and trying to figure out how to have a better balance. For the above. And for me.

I feel that while I've gained so much from the two little girls who call me "Momma," I've lost a bit of me - "pre-Momma".

I want my daughters to always know that I am there for them, and to feel and know this incredible love I have for them. But I also want to start taking better care of me. Physically, mentally, spiritually.

Because I think it's important for them to see that, too.

Friday, May 17, 2013

Five Minute Friday: Song

I'm joining up with Lisa Jo Baker and some amazing women for Five Minute Friday. One word. Five minutes. No editing. Learn more HERE.

Today's prompt is:



These girls of mine, they love to sing. All day long. 

And I love to listen to them.

I love the sound of their sweet little child voices singing the words to whatever nursery rhyme or pop radio song comes into their heads. 

Leia cracks me up when she sings, "Twinkle, Twinkle yittle stah, how I wonda what yee ah."  

And Katie as she sings to Angelina Ballerina's Butterfly song, and instead of singing, 'When I'm swooping' she sings, "When I'm pooking," and I can't help but envision the little mouse ballerina puking all over the place.  

Both girls love to sing and dance. Yes, we often have impromptu dance parties, plastic spoon microphones and all. They will often ask for the radio to be on at home, or to watch music videos of their favorite songs on YouTube. Recently Leia has told me "turn up" the radio in the car, and then this morning that we couldn't get out of the car at day care yet because, "I'm dancin." Current song obsessions include, This Girl is on FireI Want You Back, Gangnam Style, and anything by Taylor Swift, but most particularly, Trouble. 

And if you live around here, you may have even heard Miss Leia singing at the top of her lungs at our local Target, "OHHHHH, Twubble, Twubble!" Or as Katie says, "Fwubble."

It amazes me how many songs they know.

I will never tire of hearing their little voices as they sing.