Every Friday, students in Addie’s first grade class get to pick a “fun” extra activity assuming they have followed all of the rules for the week and have turned in all of their homework. Addie generally chooses to color or play with some friends but this past Friday she missed ‘Fun Friday.’
brite wisdom for the littles.
If I could put you girls on a path in life it would lead to exactly where I’m at right now.
Well, not exactly. It would be weird to have yourselves as daughters and marry your dad…what I mean is that above anything else this world has to offer, I want you to end up happy in ways you never even knew happiness could exist. To be constantly surprised by the wonderful things every day brings. To be with someone you love so much it makes your heart tickle and to possibly be parents to the greatest little human beings that ever lived.
This past weekend was spent in Toronto, Ontario at a conference for women who do exactly what I do. Again, not exactly what I do, but similar. We all live a part of our lives in this virtual world that didn’t exist when we were your age. Who knows what it will be like when you’re our age (I? Will be 52. Whoa.) My cab driver told me all about how horrible the Internet is and what ugly things lurk in its seedy corners. He’s right. But what I wanted to tell him was how much wonderful twirls across my screen everyday.
You get out of it what you put into it, for the most part at least.
Which is why I dressed up as Rainbow Brite for the closing night Halloween party in Canada.
Just try to be mad at this girl.
You can’t be! It’s impossible! (Especially since one of you is currently six years old and this is pretty much exactly what you want to be when you grow up.)
Now try to be mad at this girl.
Again, you can’t. IMPOSSIBLE.
May we all embody the spirit of Rainbow Brite everyday, even without the marabou trim.
Girls, I have a job that pays me money to travel to other countries, dress up like this and take pictures of people, places and things.
And the very best part?
I get to wake up with you every morning, be home to squeeze the everloving daylights out of you when you get off the bus and smoosh your little sleeping cheeks every night.
Find what you’re good at and run with it girls.
Enjoy the bumps and find joy in the everyday.
And always, ALWAYS take your Halloween costumes VERY seriously and take seriously silly pictures in them.
xoxo-mama.
Photo Credits: Cherie-Lynn Buchanan
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Just another little project I’m doing with Hallmark, so many moments in my life are special occasions and I hope everyone can remember that special happens everyday. I am being compensated for my time in sharing my moments, not for promoting a particular product. Did you know THE ornaments are out at Hallmark stores and online? PERFECT for documenting a moment all your own.
this actually may be the droid you’re looking for…{review}
I am quite possibly the last person on Earth who should be doing tech reviews. My friend Patric is much better at those and called the Motorola Droid Bionic his new favorite 4G smart phone, hands down. The only other 4G phone that I have used was an HTC Thunderbolt, which I liked, but I like the Bionic so. much. better. (As far as functionality, I liked the feel and shape of the Thunderbolt better.) I have also tried out a Droid 2, but was so overwhelmed with all the features (I had never tried a smartphone before that one) that I kind of gave up on it. Being able to have this Bionic with me and truly customize it has convinced me that I will probably never own an iPhone.
Continue reading “this actually may be the droid you’re looking for…{review}”
{big babble} Why Religion Matters, Even Though it Doesn’t.
Our family packs up and goes to church every Sunday for three hours. We say family prayers every night and we pray as a family before each meal. We have missionaries over for dinner once a week, we participate in service projects and we pay 10% of our income to tithing. Plenty of people have a problem with the church we attend and are not shy with their opinions on it. With the upcoming presidential race our religion is going to be under even more scrutiny. Addie is certainly the minority in her class and we are most certainly the minority in our community.
{big babble} The Big ‘Ol Tiny Attackle and Other Made Up Words.
There are times I think Addie sounds like a little kid. Then I try to understand what a two year old is trying to say and I’m left in awe at just how many words are in Addie’s vocabulary. There are some words she struggles with, ‘regular, literally and particularly’ to name a few. Too many ‘l’ sounds for that genetically giant tongue of hers. Then there are the words that she’s figured out in her own little six year old brain, the ones I don’t want to correct her on because her version? Is usually better.
scooty vivi. {video}
My dad said I should photoshop cowboy boots onto her and edit the video to “Boot Scootin’ Boogie.”
I think he has a valid argument.
And Vivi has rug burn.
(Guess what? This video was shot and seamlessly uploaded straight to YouTube with my Motorola Droid Bionic. No more recording, uploading, editing and uploading through my camera/computer again!)
{big babble} The Truth About (Owning) Cats and Dogs
I am a cat person. Cody is a dog person. Addie is a give me a pet now person. Cody likes cats more than I like dogs and I am not easily convinced as to the benefits of a dog (they smell! they bark!) I grew up without any pets. Cody grew up with cats and dogs…
{baby babble} 18 Etsy Craft-Tastrophes for Baby
Etsy can be a magical place of creativity and inspiration that can suck your Paypal account dry with the marvelous textures, talent and handmade items available for purchase. Vivi’s entire nursery was inspired by Etsy and I constantly find new and amazing things for everyone in my life in the farthest corners of the online handmade market.
While talent abounds on Etsy, taste is sometimes…negotiable.
{big babble} The Beauty of Sisters.
We’re all told that motherhood changes every relationship you have. I’m closer to my mom, more in love with my husband and far more understanding of the human race in general. However no one ever told me what it would be like to see my only child become a big sister.
breaking early to be strong later.
I could tell by her face that she was tired. And not the kind of tired you can fix with a good night’s sleep.
The kind of tired that breaks you from the inside. The kind of tired you can’t easily fix. The kind of tired you contain within your whole being, even when it threatens to burst at the seams.
I am familiar with that kind of tired.
That kind of messy.
Like a clean, presentable room where all of the junk is shoved so hard and far into the closet you have to quickly slam the door so it doesn’t all come toppling out.
My friend has a teenage daughter who is struggling.
My friend wondered where she had gone wrong as a mom and how bad she had screwed her up.
16 years ago I was her daughter.
A bright, brilliant girl with the entire world in front of her. But something was off. Something was wrong.
I tried to fill the cracks with food, drugs, alcohol and boys in an attempt to drown out the overwhelming feeling of inadequacy and discomfort.
Suddenly in the middle of a store the young damaged girl inside of me was telling my grown up friend all of the things to watch out for. All of the things that she can do as her mom to care for her. To love her. To get her through this. What I hope she heard above everything I rambled on about was “She needs you. You need to be her first line of defense. She needs to trust you. She needs to know you’ll always be there to catch her when she falls. She needs to feel safe at home or she’s going to go find something or someone else that is only an illusion of safety.”
I haven’t been able to stop thinking about her.
About her daughter.
I was her age when I fell to the floor sobbing in a friends house simply because I felt as though my entire existence was a waste of time. I was wearing black wool pants and a red striped sweater. I’m not sure I’ve ever cried so hard again in my life.
I couldn’t talk to my mom about it. She never seemed to understand that I was different. That I needed to be handled differently. She seemed to only view me as difficult. It was at that point that I retreated farther and father away from the life a 13 year old should have had.
My path has not been a smooth one.
But it has been made smooth by years of traveling back and forth between okay and not okay.
I have people to walk with me now. People to carry me when I can’t make it back to okay on my own. And all these wonderful people traveling my road with me pack it down and smooth it out even more.
I will pray for my friend. Pray she has the patience and understanding to carry her wild and wonderfully imperfect daughter through the rough road ahead of her when she can’t carry herself.
As for her daughter?
She is one of the special ones.
One with so much fight in her that things have to be difficult in order to for her to grow stronger rather than weak and complacent.
Generations will be blessed because of her struggles and strength.
She is going to grow in ways that cannot be taught in books or learned from others. She is going to feel in a way most people are incapable of feeling. Empathy and understanding are going to be two of her greatest strengths. She is going to make an amazing friend and mother.
We both broke down early in life so we could grow stronger from the very beginning, and I wouldn’t trade my experiences for anything.
I hope someday she can say the same.
making unbreakable - formerly moosh in indy. 