this past week i took a stroll
through st. vincent's,
our town's goodwill of sorts.
i like to walk through
(while everyone is at school)
to look at furniture, purses, jewelry,
and picture frames.
i'm searching for a giant frame for my
cincinnati zoo poster.
it is larger than a movie poster
by about four inches.
and all the quotes i've gotten so far
are upwards of $200.
so i keep hoping i'll stumble upon
the perfect match somewhere.
anyway, i purchased some ribbon.
twenty five spools of thin ribbon.
in one bag!
for $1.99!
"what the hell?"
mm asks.
"it was $1.99, the possibilities are endless!"
i say.
but honestly, he's mostly right,
i don't really know
what the hell to do with all this ribbon.
but it was $1.99.
totally justified.
bonus confession:
last night was m's first slumber party.
i missed her terribly.
i barely made it through the night.
i slept with my cell phone.
(and we used some ribbon on the gift, yo!)
what's your sunday confession?
the confessional is open.
Sunday, January 31, 2010
Saturday, January 30, 2010
can i hava pieca?
k when she wakes up,
"can i hava pieca candy?"
k after breakfast,
"now can i hava pieca candy?"
k before and after lunch,
"i wanna pieca can-da!"
k in the afternoon,
"gimme a pieca can-day now!"
and again before and after dinner.
and before bed.
so the other day when she asked,
"can i hava pieca..."
i screamed, oh yes i did,
"NNNNAAAOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!"
and then she said quietly,
"tape?"
oh.
um, well, yeah, i guess so.
"can i hava pieca candy?"
k after breakfast,
"now can i hava pieca candy?"
k before and after lunch,
"i wanna pieca can-da!"
k in the afternoon,
"gimme a pieca can-day now!"
and again before and after dinner.
and before bed.
so the other day when she asked,
"can i hava pieca..."
i screamed, oh yes i did,
"NNNNAAAOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!"
and then she said quietly,
"tape?"
oh.
um, well, yeah, i guess so.
Friday, January 29, 2010
the mario and luigi smackdown
top five daily super mario spats
(from my house to yours)
5. MOOOOMMMMMMM! g bumped me and i went into the lava!
(g don't bump your sister into the lava, please)
4. MOOOOMMMM! m bumped me and made me fall out of the sky!
(maybe because you bumped her into the lava?)
3. MOOOOOMMMMM! (fill in the blank) ate both of the mushrooms!
(seriously?)
2. MOOOOOOOMMMMMMM! m took the propeller hat and i got stuck with the fire flower and i didn't want the fire flower because it was my turn to have the propeller hat!
(here take mine!)
1. MOOOOOOOOMMMMMMMM! now she took the last power up! it was my only chance to get one and now i'm small and i lost my yoshi, she made me lose everything! and she made me fall into a ditch. just like always.
(???)
i usually turn it off between #3 and #2.
sometimes i let it get to #1.
and sometimes they work through it and actually cooperate.
for a little while.
who even bought this freaking game?
oh yeah, me.
and mm wonders why i look so frazzled
when he gets home from work.
(from my house to yours)
5. MOOOOMMMMMMM! g bumped me and i went into the lava!
(g don't bump your sister into the lava, please)
4. MOOOOMMMM! m bumped me and made me fall out of the sky!
(maybe because you bumped her into the lava?)
3. MOOOOOMMMMM! (fill in the blank) ate both of the mushrooms!
(seriously?)
2. MOOOOOOOMMMMMMM! m took the propeller hat and i got stuck with the fire flower and i didn't want the fire flower because it was my turn to have the propeller hat!
(here take mine!)
1. MOOOOOOOOMMMMMMMM! now she took the last power up! it was my only chance to get one and now i'm small and i lost my yoshi, she made me lose everything! and she made me fall into a ditch. just like always.
(???)
i usually turn it off between #3 and #2.
sometimes i let it get to #1.
and sometimes they work through it and actually cooperate.
for a little while.
who even bought this freaking game?
oh yeah, me.
and mm wonders why i look so frazzled
when he gets home from work.
Thursday, January 28, 2010
local talent
amy won the miley cyrus
"be a star" competition!
no, i don't know her personally,
but we are all huge fans
in this house.
yeah, i voted for her, i admit it.
and she lives in our town -
her full name is amy colalella.
this fireflies cover is my favorite.
a lot of her music is on youtube.
she also plays the guitar and piano,
crazy.
she is going places!
"be a star" competition!
no, i don't know her personally,
but we are all huge fans
in this house.
yeah, i voted for her, i admit it.
and she lives in our town -
her full name is amy colalella.
this fireflies cover is my favorite.
a lot of her music is on youtube.
she also plays the guitar and piano,
crazy.
she is going places!
Wednesday, January 27, 2010
Tuesday, January 26, 2010
family fun night
the first family fun night we attended
at the elementary school
was when m was in kindergarten.
she was five, g was three, and k was one.
mm came home from work early,
i took a shower,
a small miracle in those days!
i even dried my hair.
the heavens rejoiced.
i put on sparkly clean clothes
and went to help g get dressed.
while i was putting on his jeans, he says,
"i have to pee."
i was about to say, "okay, just a second,"
but i only got to, "okay,"
and he started peeing. on me.
breathe. count. breathe.
i changed my shirt, jeans, and socks,
yes, socks.
we went to family fun night.
i was way grumpy,
mm chased k all over the gymnasium,
g cried because he didn't win the
"throw the football through the teeny-tiny hole" game,
and m made some kind of sand art thing
that spilled in the car on the ride home.
it was exhausting.
so - point being -
we didn't exactly have the highest expectations
when family fun night appeared on our radar a few fridays ago.
but we are a family darn it!
and we know how to have fun!
right?!?
right!
this year, m is eight, g is six, and k is four.
we all got dressed and ready and headed over to the gym.
m went with her friends,
we didn't see her for the rest of the night.
bittersweet.
g ran and wrestled with his buds,
and k took turns following each of them around.
it was kind of nice.
we chatted with parents, had cookies, laughed.
what could go wrong?
well, part of the fun night included tickets.
tickets to put in prize bags for a raffle later in the evening.
each person got five.
i went with the girls and put ours
in various restaurant certificate bags.
(i actually won the panera one, sweet!)
then the boys went to put their choices in.
i hear someone crying.
it sinks in.
that is my kid.
my middle kid.
the boy.
he is crying and whining at mm.
i walk over. "what the heck?" i say.
"he thinks you put the ticket in and then take the prize," mm says.
"he wants the chuck e. cheese one," he further explains.
so mm takes g out of the gym weeping about his prize.
the drama!
did i mention we are fun?
'cause we are, really we are.
after a time out, we salvage the evening.
he returns, we go on to have a great time.
we make it home and get them all into bed.
mm gets a text.
wouldn't you know,
g wins the chuck e. cheese party for four.
um, yeah. way to reward that tantrum!
thanks a lot. no really.
i'm sure there is a lesson here somewhere?!?
right?!?
at the elementary school
was when m was in kindergarten.
she was five, g was three, and k was one.
mm came home from work early,
i took a shower,
a small miracle in those days!
i even dried my hair.
the heavens rejoiced.
i put on sparkly clean clothes
and went to help g get dressed.
while i was putting on his jeans, he says,
"i have to pee."
i was about to say, "okay, just a second,"
but i only got to, "okay,"
and he started peeing. on me.
breathe. count. breathe.
i changed my shirt, jeans, and socks,
yes, socks.
we went to family fun night.
i was way grumpy,
mm chased k all over the gymnasium,
g cried because he didn't win the
"throw the football through the teeny-tiny hole" game,
and m made some kind of sand art thing
that spilled in the car on the ride home.
it was exhausting.
so - point being -
we didn't exactly have the highest expectations
when family fun night appeared on our radar a few fridays ago.
but we are a family darn it!
and we know how to have fun!
right?!?
right!
this year, m is eight, g is six, and k is four.
we all got dressed and ready and headed over to the gym.
m went with her friends,
we didn't see her for the rest of the night.
bittersweet.
g ran and wrestled with his buds,
and k took turns following each of them around.
it was kind of nice.
we chatted with parents, had cookies, laughed.
what could go wrong?
well, part of the fun night included tickets.
tickets to put in prize bags for a raffle later in the evening.
each person got five.
i went with the girls and put ours
in various restaurant certificate bags.
(i actually won the panera one, sweet!)
then the boys went to put their choices in.
i hear someone crying.
it sinks in.
that is my kid.
my middle kid.
the boy.
he is crying and whining at mm.
i walk over. "what the heck?" i say.
"he thinks you put the ticket in and then take the prize," mm says.
"he wants the chuck e. cheese one," he further explains.
so mm takes g out of the gym weeping about his prize.
the drama!
did i mention we are fun?
'cause we are, really we are.
after a time out, we salvage the evening.
he returns, we go on to have a great time.
we make it home and get them all into bed.
mm gets a text.
wouldn't you know,
g wins the chuck e. cheese party for four.
um, yeah. way to reward that tantrum!
thanks a lot. no really.
i'm sure there is a lesson here somewhere?!?
right?!?
Sunday, January 24, 2010
sunday confession
this past week
i said kinda loudly
to this kid,
"what?!? do i look like your mother or something?!?"
and after i said it
i felt a little sheepish
because well, yes,
technically,
i am this kid's mother.
what's your sunday confession?
the confessional is open.
i said kinda loudly
to this kid,
"what?!? do i look like your mother or something?!?"
and after i said it
i felt a little sheepish
because well, yes,
technically,
i am this kid's mother.
what's your sunday confession?
the confessional is open.
Saturday, January 23, 2010
things we are learning to live without
i'm really liking this article.
21 things we are learning to live without
surprisingly, we are doing about half of these things already.
so, what are you learning to live without?
how does it feel?
we are feeling groovy.
(cue garfunkel)
21 things we are learning to live without
surprisingly, we are doing about half of these things already.
so, what are you learning to live without?
how does it feel?
we are feeling groovy.
(cue garfunkel)
Friday, January 22, 2010
Wednesday, January 20, 2010
gender bender(ish)
our oldest gal is a girly girl.
our middle man is all boy.
and then there is our baby.
she is loud.
she loves princesses
and pokemon.
she also loves singing, dancing,
or mean game of dodgeball.
she will play "chef" for hours
or set up train tracks
in a figure eight.
she wears a tutu
with her star wars t-shirt.
she fills her sequined evening bags
with matchbox cars, squishies,
silly putty, and spy gear.
her legs are usually scratched up
from running and falling -
then running some more.
yet she still manages to look
adorable in tights.
she likes painting,
play-doh,
guitars,
and bikes.
she doesn't mind bugs,
she likes dirt, sand,
chunky jewelry,
and lipgloss.
the more the better.
she gives the sweetest kisses,
and the most painful-est kicks in the shin.
oh, and she is so loud.
it's interesting how i think of m as a girl,
and g as a boy,
but when i think of k,
i just think of her
as a kid.
and well, i kind of like this way of thinking.
a lot.
and although i'm not sure where it's all going,
man, am i thrilled to be on the ride.
our middle man is all boy.
and then there is our baby.
she is loud.
she loves princesses
and pokemon.
she also loves singing, dancing,
or mean game of dodgeball.
she will play "chef" for hours
or set up train tracks
in a figure eight.
she wears a tutu
with her star wars t-shirt.
she fills her sequined evening bags
with matchbox cars, squishies,
silly putty, and spy gear.
her legs are usually scratched up
from running and falling -
then running some more.
yet she still manages to look
adorable in tights.
she likes painting,
play-doh,
guitars,
and bikes.
she doesn't mind bugs,
she likes dirt, sand,
chunky jewelry,
and lipgloss.
the more the better.
she gives the sweetest kisses,
and the most painful-est kicks in the shin.
oh, and she is so loud.
it's interesting how i think of m as a girl,
and g as a boy,
but when i think of k,
i just think of her
as a kid.
and well, i kind of like this way of thinking.
a lot.
and although i'm not sure where it's all going,
man, am i thrilled to be on the ride.
Tuesday, January 19, 2010
of teeth and kids
yesterday was dentist day.
my kids love the dentist.
they go, get their teeth cleaned,
get a new toothbrush,
we all get ice cream after.
exactly 30 minutes after.
what's not to love?
this visit was different.
my mommy radar
was on high alert.
because our brownies
had just completed a badge
called healthy habits.
including a field trip
to a pediatric dentist.
there were video games in the waiting room!
train tables!
books, toys, highlights!
a friendly staff of hygienists and receptionists!
and there was dr. matt.
they all gave up their evening to teach our girls.
it was a fabulous field trip.
so, although my dentist didn't know it,
she was in my cross hairs last night.
and everything she and her staff did,
annoyed me.
a lot.
it suddenly became clear,
that while she takes great care of me
and mm,
she is no dr. matt.
three events have me searching
for a new dentist for my children.
first, our reception.
walking into the dentist's office,
with three young kids,
the whole staff looked
at us
like deer in the headlights.
now while i expect this look
at nordstrom's or saks' -
i don't at the dentist.
second, k.
she has always been my bravest kid.
but since an unfortunate decision
to let her choose the h1n1 flu mist,
she is now terrified of doctors.
(note to ya'll - 4 yr. olds and mist don't mix)
she let the hygienist look at her teeth,
but she would not let her clean them.
the hygienist says,
"don't you want to be like your big sister and big brother?"
k screams,
"no!"
and cries.
and that was it.
no cleaning for k.
i felt like saying,
"seriously, that's all you've got?"
and third, g.
the dentist looks at his teeth.
says to the hygienist,
"i would put a filling in #x."
he asks,
"what's a filling?"
(techno jargon follows)
tears.
he asks,
"what's a cavity?"
(more techno jargon)
he asks,
"how do you fill it?"
(techno, techno, drill, more techno)
seriously? did you just say drill?
more tears.
mouth clamps shut.
she seems exasperated,
"g, i need you to open your mouth."
then to me,
"why won't he open his mouth?"
"because you just said you were going to put a drill in his cavity."
"well, not today."
"well, you didn't tell him that."
"oh."
i convince him to finish the exam.
i tap his foot to comfort him.
i encourage him every step of the way.
he powers through.
then asks 442 million questions on the ride home.
then, to top it all off,
they didn't give us any free toothbrushes!
and she told m she needs braces.
but not today, remember to say, NOT TODAY!
sheesh.
does anyone know a good KID dentist?
we are all so ready.
my kids love the dentist.
they go, get their teeth cleaned,
get a new toothbrush,
we all get ice cream after.
exactly 30 minutes after.
what's not to love?
this visit was different.
my mommy radar
was on high alert.
because our brownies
had just completed a badge
called healthy habits.
including a field trip
to a pediatric dentist.
there were video games in the waiting room!
train tables!
books, toys, highlights!
a friendly staff of hygienists and receptionists!
and there was dr. matt.
they all gave up their evening to teach our girls.
it was a fabulous field trip.
so, although my dentist didn't know it,
she was in my cross hairs last night.
and everything she and her staff did,
annoyed me.
a lot.
it suddenly became clear,
that while she takes great care of me
and mm,
she is no dr. matt.
three events have me searching
for a new dentist for my children.
first, our reception.
walking into the dentist's office,
with three young kids,
the whole staff looked
at us
like deer in the headlights.
now while i expect this look
at nordstrom's or saks' -
i don't at the dentist.
second, k.
she has always been my bravest kid.
but since an unfortunate decision
to let her choose the h1n1 flu mist,
she is now terrified of doctors.
(note to ya'll - 4 yr. olds and mist don't mix)
she let the hygienist look at her teeth,
but she would not let her clean them.
the hygienist says,
"don't you want to be like your big sister and big brother?"
k screams,
"no!"
and cries.
and that was it.
no cleaning for k.
i felt like saying,
"seriously, that's all you've got?"
and third, g.
the dentist looks at his teeth.
says to the hygienist,
"i would put a filling in #x."
he asks,
"what's a filling?"
(techno jargon follows)
tears.
he asks,
"what's a cavity?"
(more techno jargon)
he asks,
"how do you fill it?"
(techno, techno, drill, more techno)
seriously? did you just say drill?
more tears.
mouth clamps shut.
she seems exasperated,
"g, i need you to open your mouth."
then to me,
"why won't he open his mouth?"
"because you just said you were going to put a drill in his cavity."
"well, not today."
"well, you didn't tell him that."
"oh."
i convince him to finish the exam.
i tap his foot to comfort him.
i encourage him every step of the way.
he powers through.
then asks 442 million questions on the ride home.
then, to top it all off,
they didn't give us any free toothbrushes!
and she told m she needs braces.
but not today, remember to say, NOT TODAY!
sheesh.
does anyone know a good KID dentist?
we are all so ready.
Sunday, January 17, 2010
sunday confession
i used my marshalls
christmas gift card
to buy
towels.
it was
boring
yet
intriguing
at the same time.
kind of like battlestar galactica.
bonus confession - i love pixos.
what's your sunday confession?
the confessional is open.
christmas gift card
to buy
towels.
it was
boring
yet
intriguing
at the same time.
kind of like battlestar galactica.
bonus confession - i love pixos.
what's your sunday confession?
the confessional is open.
Friday, January 15, 2010
toothpaste poll
possible reasons why mm
twists the toothpaste lid so tightly
that the next person
(ahem, me)
can't open it AT ALL -
every day!
A. he just doesn't know his own strength.
B. he has always done this, i'm just wimpier from not working out.
C. since i'm just wimpier (see B) - he is secretly retraining my biceps.
D. he has committed to slowly driving me bat-sh*t crazy.
E. i'm already bat-sh*t crazy, and this is all just a bad dream.
F. so if anyone breaks into our house, he/she won't be able to brush.
G. all of the above
please feel free to take this poll,
there's a little wager on the outcome.
and it's delurking day!
do they still make that mentadent pump paste?
just curious.
twists the toothpaste lid so tightly
that the next person
(ahem, me)
can't open it AT ALL -
every day!
A. he just doesn't know his own strength.
B. he has always done this, i'm just wimpier from not working out.
C. since i'm just wimpier (see B) - he is secretly retraining my biceps.
D. he has committed to slowly driving me bat-sh*t crazy.
E. i'm already bat-sh*t crazy, and this is all just a bad dream.
F. so if anyone breaks into our house, he/she won't be able to brush.
G. all of the above
please feel free to take this poll,
there's a little wager on the outcome.
and it's delurking day!
do they still make that mentadent pump paste?
just curious.
Wednesday, January 13, 2010
this just in
from the school folder...
Dear MoM and DAD,
I know I got a warning.
You know kids can't be prfit.
Your Son,
G
and there you have it.
Dear MoM and DAD,
I know I got a warning.
You know kids can't be prfit.
Your Son,
G
and there you have it.
Sunday, January 10, 2010
sunday confession
yesterday m had a gymnastics meet.
we were out the door at 10am.
and home around 7pm.
she had an awesome day, btw.
aside from the glorious feeling of just sitting
for 5 straight hours with no kids,
and it was completely glorious,
here's what i ate yesterday.
breakfast - eggo waffle and coffee.
before meet snack - dollar french fries from mickey d's.
at the meet, let's call it lunch - combos and pepsi.
dinner on the way home - crispy chicken sandwich from wendy's.
(with more fries and sprite)
i'd like to lie and say this was unusual.
but it's really not.
what's your sunday confession?
the confessional is open.
we were out the door at 10am.
and home around 7pm.
she had an awesome day, btw.
aside from the glorious feeling of just sitting
for 5 straight hours with no kids,
and it was completely glorious,
here's what i ate yesterday.
breakfast - eggo waffle and coffee.
before meet snack - dollar french fries from mickey d's.
at the meet, let's call it lunch - combos and pepsi.
dinner on the way home - crispy chicken sandwich from wendy's.
(with more fries and sprite)
i'd like to lie and say this was unusual.
but it's really not.
what's your sunday confession?
the confessional is open.
Friday, January 8, 2010
girl scout cookies
it's time to order your cookies!
find a daisy.
so stinkin' cute.
brownie.
a little attitude, but still pretty cute.
junior.
all attitude, but who can resist a gal in green?
cadette.
hard to find, i was one, yeah i know.
senior.
very rare, you should probably get her autograph.
or an ambassador.
bow down.
buy a box or five.
$3.50 each.
this year our brownies voted for
an overnight trip to the zoo.
fun times.
and i'm pretty sure cookies
help save the world too.
find a daisy.
so stinkin' cute.
brownie.
a little attitude, but still pretty cute.
junior.
all attitude, but who can resist a gal in green?
cadette.
hard to find, i was one, yeah i know.
senior.
very rare, you should probably get her autograph.
or an ambassador.
bow down.
buy a box or five.
$3.50 each.
this year our brownies voted for
an overnight trip to the zoo.
fun times.
and i'm pretty sure cookies
help save the world too.
Thursday, January 7, 2010
Wednesday, January 6, 2010
comfort food
it's what's for dinner.
tanta mel's
chicken pot pie
(tweaked a bit)
1 (15oz) pkg. pie crusts
1/3 cup margarine or butter
1/3 flour
1 envelope lipton recipe secrets, savory herb and garlic
1 1/2 cups broth (chicken or i use veggie)
2/3 cup milk
2-3 cups cubed chicken (cooked)
2 cups frozen mixed veggies
handful or two of frozen potato chunks (if ya got 'em)
preheat oven to 425 degrees. place bottom crust in your pie pan. melt margarine over medium heat. (mel sautes 1/3 cup chopped onion here, i don't, good either way) add flour and lipton packet. (will be very thick) gradually stir in broth and milk, stirring until bubbly and thickened. (think gravy) add chicken, veggies, potatoes, mix well. spoon mixture into crust-lined pan. top with second crust, seal edges and flute. (this makes it purty) cut slits in several places. bake for 30-40 minutes or until crust is golden brown. (i put it on a cookie sheet in case it bubbles over)
the first time i made this,
mm wanted to take a picture.
no lie.
tanta mel's
chicken pot pie
(tweaked a bit)
1 (15oz) pkg. pie crusts
1/3 cup margarine or butter
1/3 flour
1 envelope lipton recipe secrets, savory herb and garlic
1 1/2 cups broth (chicken or i use veggie)
2/3 cup milk
2-3 cups cubed chicken (cooked)
2 cups frozen mixed veggies
handful or two of frozen potato chunks (if ya got 'em)
preheat oven to 425 degrees. place bottom crust in your pie pan. melt margarine over medium heat. (mel sautes 1/3 cup chopped onion here, i don't, good either way) add flour and lipton packet. (will be very thick) gradually stir in broth and milk, stirring until bubbly and thickened. (think gravy) add chicken, veggies, potatoes, mix well. spoon mixture into crust-lined pan. top with second crust, seal edges and flute. (this makes it purty) cut slits in several places. bake for 30-40 minutes or until crust is golden brown. (i put it on a cookie sheet in case it bubbles over)
the first time i made this,
mm wanted to take a picture.
no lie.
Tuesday, January 5, 2010
no worries
some time ago,
i started getting pains.
around my stomach.
ab pain.
i swore it had to be a hernia.
i was all ready to make my appointment.
with the doctor.
the hernia doctor, duh.
for surgery.
to fix me up.
then mm says,
"are you sure you didn't bump into something?"
"maybe it's just sore muscles?"
"have you been doing crunches?"
this made me laugh, a big belly laugh, more soreness, ow.
"when did you first notice the pain?"
well -
it all started around the holidays.
halloween, thanksgiving, christmas.
aha!
folks, it ain't a hernia.
my jeans are just way too tight.
no worries!
i started getting pains.
around my stomach.
ab pain.
i swore it had to be a hernia.
i was all ready to make my appointment.
with the doctor.
the hernia doctor, duh.
for surgery.
to fix me up.
then mm says,
"are you sure you didn't bump into something?"
"maybe it's just sore muscles?"
"have you been doing crunches?"
this made me laugh, a big belly laugh, more soreness, ow.
"when did you first notice the pain?"
well -
it all started around the holidays.
halloween, thanksgiving, christmas.
aha!
folks, it ain't a hernia.
my jeans are just way too tight.
no worries!
Monday, January 4, 2010
three orchids
i have three orchids.
they were all gifts,
from my mother.
i love them.
i water them,
keep them leafy
and green.
last night i was sitting on our couch,
staring at the three orchids,
thinking how pretty they are,
even though they never bloom.
try as i might,
they just don't.
and yet i don't stop taking care of them.
i keep nurturing,
maintaining,
but no blooms.
maybe they need
a different window?
a new view?
curious.
then my thoughts turned to children,
my three children.
and how similar they are to
the three orchids.
i love them.
i water them,
keep them leafy
and green.
but are they blooming?
truly blooming?
or maybe i am so caught up
in the nurturing,
the maintaining,
that i'm not noticing
the blooms?
maybe they need
a different window?
a new view?
and then there is me.
the mama pajama orchid.
so defensive about resolutions.
change.
am i nurturing myself?
maintaining?
just barely leafy
and green,
i'd say.
and while there is a lot to be said for maintaining,
(i'm finding it completely exhausting!)
what i really want,
more than anything,
are the blooms.
the sweet, fragrant blooms.
and so there you have it,
what i am focused on this year.
blooms.
for while i am a master gardener
of all things leafy and green,
i am still learning
how to bloom.
they were all gifts,
from my mother.
i love them.
i water them,
keep them leafy
and green.
last night i was sitting on our couch,
staring at the three orchids,
thinking how pretty they are,
even though they never bloom.
try as i might,
they just don't.
and yet i don't stop taking care of them.
i keep nurturing,
maintaining,
but no blooms.
maybe they need
a different window?
a new view?
curious.
then my thoughts turned to children,
my three children.
and how similar they are to
the three orchids.
i love them.
i water them,
keep them leafy
and green.
but are they blooming?
truly blooming?
or maybe i am so caught up
in the nurturing,
the maintaining,
that i'm not noticing
the blooms?
maybe they need
a different window?
a new view?
and then there is me.
the mama pajama orchid.
so defensive about resolutions.
change.
am i nurturing myself?
maintaining?
just barely leafy
and green,
i'd say.
and while there is a lot to be said for maintaining,
(i'm finding it completely exhausting!)
what i really want,
more than anything,
are the blooms.
the sweet, fragrant blooms.
and so there you have it,
what i am focused on this year.
blooms.
for while i am a master gardener
of all things leafy and green,
i am still learning
how to bloom.
Sunday, January 3, 2010
sweet boy
mm had the kids make a list of resolutions.
chant with me, "ocd, ocd, ocd!"
the girls were lukewarm about it.
the boy was diligent.
dude, i don't know what we did
to deserve this
sweet boy.
guest blogger - g.
Be a Nisre Bruthr to My Sistrs.
Doing Sumthing the frst time.
(he is asked)
try new foods.
yows (use) words.
Pay Daddy back. and Mommy.
(i want my two dollars!)
Clen up.
dote Lie.
do Exrsise.
do wut i am told.
ok - so maybe i could think of one or two things for me.
chant with me, "ocd, ocd, ocd!"
the girls were lukewarm about it.
the boy was diligent.
dude, i don't know what we did
to deserve this
sweet boy.
guest blogger - g.
Be a Nisre Bruthr to My Sistrs.
Doing Sumthing the frst time.
(he is asked)
try new foods.
yows (use) words.
Pay Daddy back. and Mommy.
(i want my two dollars!)
Clen up.
dote Lie.
do Exrsise.
do wut i am told.
ok - so maybe i could think of one or two things for me.
sunday confession
yes, 38 christmases.
and this is the first year
i got NOTHING
in my stocking.
not even coal.
i thought i would be okay with it,
but as it turns out,
i'm so not.
sigh.
bonus confession -
when i was visiting my in-laws, i "slept in" one morning.
i wasn't really asleep, but i stayed in bed anyway, just because.
it was awesome.
what's your sunday confession?
the confessional is open.
and this is the first year
i got NOTHING
in my stocking.
not even coal.
i thought i would be okay with it,
but as it turns out,
i'm so not.
sigh.
bonus confession -
when i was visiting my in-laws, i "slept in" one morning.
i wasn't really asleep, but i stayed in bed anyway, just because.
it was awesome.
what's your sunday confession?
the confessional is open.
Saturday, January 2, 2010
you say you want a resolution?
a new year's day conversation.
mm - "so what are your resolutions for this year?"
me - "i don't have any."
mm - "you don't have any?"
me - "nope."
mm - "seriously?"
me - "i really can't think of any."
mm - "well, don't worry, i've got plenty for you."
me - "do tell."
mm - "so what are your resolutions for this year?"
me - "i don't have any."
mm - "you don't have any?"
me - "nope."
mm - "seriously?"
me - "i really can't think of any."
mm - "well, don't worry, i've got plenty for you."
me - "do tell."
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