June 26, 2014

Life Happens

You already know it.  Life is a blink.  I can’t keep a grasp on time.  I’m watching my kids grow up, get taller, get wiser, more independent, more vocal, develop their own style, make their own friends…  It’s like a time-warp.  Only I want to get off.  Isn’t there a SLOW speed? 

Instead, this…

IMG_8673  IMG_8662  IMG_8664

Turning into big kids.  Sweet, funny, hyper, crazy, and wonderful.

Friends?  I. Just. Cannot. Even.  How is this possible?  My sweet Keira turned 5 (FIVE, PEOPLE) two weeks ago.  It was amazing and devastating.  Do you feel me?  Quint announces to anyone who will listen (and even those that don’t) that he’s “SIX AND THREE QUARTERS!”. 

Time.  Freeze.  Please!?

And I get it.  It’s the circle of life or the beauty of time or life goes on.  Whatever you like.  But I AM that mom who longed for the diaper/bottle/crawling/sleepless nights to be over.  O.V.E.R.  And now? Just like you guys tried to tell me…LONG for it.  LONG.

So, I’m dealing by focusing on the amazing.  In the fall, both of these cuties are heading to Kinder.  (Quint for a second time, but that’s another post for another day)  My babies are going to take the next 13 years of school milestones together.  And I get the privilege of watching, coaching, teaching, training, loving, hugging, drying tears, giving advice, and holding hands with these amazing children through all of it.  So that's where my focus will be.  And I’m going to do my best to soak all of it up.  All of them up. 

Life has been so full of changes, unexpected turns and dips, disappointments and celebrations.  But these two are the JOY.  They are the miracle in all of it. 

So grateful…

March 18, 2014

Miss this place…

Think vs. Say

I saw a picture similar to this one the other day.  It resonated with me because it’s true.  And since I couldn’t find a good source for credit, I decided to draw my own.  

Pathetic artistic ability notwithstanding, you get the point.

November 1, 2013

Halloween 2013


We had a wonderful time last night!  Who wouldn’t have fun with Strawberry Shortcake and feel super de-duperty safe with the Red Megaforce Ranger?!?!  Shoooooooot…..

We’ve made some fun new friends through Quint’s soccer team, and as luck would have it – they live in our neighborhood (whoop!).  For the first time in ten years of living here, we met lots new peeps, had delicious food at a block-style BBQ (maybe ate too much of the amazing pulled pork - ahem), and Trick-or-Treated until we dropped.  (Maybe Mama and Daddy dropped, more than the kids so much).  

October 18, 2013

5 Reasons Why It’s OK Not To Homeschool

Well, first let me just say this: I am not about to hate on the homeschooling mothers of America.  No, I am certainly not.  Indeed, I have many dear friends who home-school and love it!  This is not an attack or a post about home-school vs. public school, or the families who choose one over the other.  Homeschooling is a fantastic concept.  Do you home-school?  Yes?  I’m a fan of you.  I am.  But sadly and most definitely in this lifetime, you will not catch me at the modern day home blackboard waxing any kind of “this plus this equals such and such”.  No, you will not.  So those who are able and do...you have my respect!

Still...I seem to be coming across many mothers from all different walks of life who share an ever increasing guilt about the growing popularity of home-schooling and their reluctance to take part in it.  If you’re like me, home-school is just not happening en su casa.  And we all have our own set of reasons, don’t we?  Though admittedly – and increasingly – unpopular to admit or say in mixed mama company, I feel it's important  to be my own voice for mothers like me.  So I present...

5 reasons why it’s OK not to home-school


1. You work full or part-time.  A lot of mothers work outside the home.  Some inside.  All day.  Like all freaking day.  And you come home (or step away from the home-office) and you're exhausted, and there’s laundry and cooking and bills and dishes and laundry and bath-time and….

I don’t mean this in a snarky way – but please Type A’s refrain from the “it only takes an hour a day” business.  It may.  For you.  But for me and my house?  It’s a miracle we even wear clothes in public, eat off of clean dishes ever, or sleep lying down.  We have ZERO time.  We just do not.  And the time I do have with my babies?  I seriously don’t want to spend working out how a fraction breaks down.  Please and no.