Wordless Wednesday - March 25, 2015

It's Wednesday.  And somethings just require no words.

September 18, 2015

Here! Here!

Today, we decided to attend the annual St. Patrick's Day parade.

So, we didn't entirely dress up in theme, but hey.  We went.  The entire purpose in going was as a reward for two little kiddos who have put up with their home in disarray (again) as we yet (again) renovated a room.  This time, it was their bathroom.

 We got there pretty much on time so it was a challenge finding a spot near the front where we thought for sure they would have gobs of candy lobbed at them.

 Unfortunately, we were a bit disappointed in that.  The kids spent most of their time with their hands waving or out crying "Here! Here!" and doing their best to get the float participants attention all while remaining behind the line on the road we told them they couldn't pass.

But the first 10-15 floats had absolutely NO candy at all on them and instead a bunch of colorfully dressed people waving.  Once floats started appearing with candy, they either tossed out 1-2 pieces for each side of the road.  Each of which held 20-30 screaming kids clutching their plastic sacks in anticipation of all the candy they would gather.

Finally, floats started arriving that were tossing out handfuls in all directions.  But each and every time, they ran out of candy in their boxes/bags/totes/whatever at the very moment they passed us by.

If the floats decided to personally hand out the candy, the kids to the right and to the left of us got the candy while mine were woefully ignored.

Needless to say it was a frustrating experience.  At one point, after complaining to one of the volunteers, he made it a point to pick up the stray candy that was too far in the road for the kids to gather and personally handed it to us.  Through some pretty strange antics of ours, we managed to gain enough attention to get a few beads and other goodies.

Still, we managed to leave with a decent pocketful of candy, a bunch of sunshine, fresh air and a long walk.  It wasn't all a loss.

Moody

This about describes our mood around here lately.  I think we are all done with being cooped up.  Everyone is ready for some warmer weather.

This meme I found on Facebook earlier this week about sums up my feelings on the week I had.

Meh.  Just meh.

Remiss

I have been seriously remiss in my duties on blogging recently.  Was it really September the last time I posted?  Call it lack of inspiration, not really feeling like I have anything to say.  But....I hope to pick it back up here again as things are about to get interesting.

To start...we moved.  We finally sold and found our new house.  It wasn't with out it trials, meltdowns, tears, immense stress.  And this should be our "forever" home.  It's space is good.  And it's lighting is good.  Location is good, schools are great.  I don't see us leaving.

We had kindergarten orientation for this one tonight.  Yes.  Kindergarten.  Momma's not ready.  Not so sure about Elisa.

Aidan is a booger refusing to potty train and about to enter preschool.  His temper is about as massive as ever.

Mommy has taken up another hobby (Like I needed a hole in my head and am now learning to knit.  it might become very handy in a few years....)

Spring needs to come and warmer weather and yummy outdoor light an exploration of our new neighborhood.  Keep checking this space...

Come back later for more... I promise it won't be as long.

[Kids Were Here] - September 2014

"Boy, n.: a noise with dirt on it." - Not Your Average Dictionary

  

Stop by and see Jenn's beautiful noise here.

[Kids Were Here] - August 2014

"Childhood is the most beautiful of all life's seasons," - quotedonkey.com

Stop by and see Shawnery's beautiful season here. 

Letters to our Daughters - July 15, 2014

Dear E,

Oh, what can I say about you?  You are so much more than words or pictures can ever describe.  I find as you get older, the harder it is to put my thoughts into words when it comes to you.

You are a force beyond words.  And yet, you are compassionate. 

You ask me regularly about the "owie in my tummy."  You want me to show you where it is, then shower me with kisses, and hugs, and pats on my owie and declare it's "all better now."

I love how you are finally showing that independent streak that I know you have and dressing yourself, and starting your own movies.  You've even tried to get your own breakfast and pour your own drinks.  As much as I fear the mess that brings, I am ever so proud of you wanting to try.

You take in the world around you with such abandon.  Nothing gets you down.  You are so full of "why's" and I don't have all the answers, but you are so determined to find them.

I can't believe how much time has passed since those days before you were such a part of my life.  You bring such joy to everyone you meet.

You are the very epitome of amazing.  And I love every little bit of you.

Please be sure to visit and see Nicole's letter to her daughter.