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Friday, October 29, 2010
This moment
This moment ~ A Friday Ritual (for me every other), a single picture, no words. Capturing a moment from the week. A simple, special, ordinary moment. That I want to pause and savor.
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Friday, October 15, 2010
~This Moment~
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~This Moment~ a single picture, special, extraordinary, simple, that I want to remember.
This is actually from last week but I missed putting one up last week.
Friday, September 24, 2010
~This Moment~
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A Friday ritual. A single photo, no word, capturing a moment from the week. A simple, special, extraordinary moment. One that I want to remember. Please leave your moment in the comments.
A Friday ritual. A single photo, no word, capturing a moment from the week. A simple, special, extraordinary moment. One that I want to remember. Please leave your moment in the comments.
Wednesday, September 8, 2010
Just another day on the Farm
First I have got to credit my sis for the title ~ Thanks!
What a weird and wacky week we've had this week. It's been short but it's been wild. Mon. wasn't so bad, just tried to get some of the vacumming and mopping done in the mud room (actually the dust room this time of year) and the kitchen. Plus the hubs needed to take the lawn mower in and get hay. Of course he waited all week to do this on the day he had to leave out again and guess what ~ surprise surprise ~ they were both closed. Which left me in an irritated and grouchy mood for the day. Then there was the pickup of the stepson. Which isn't to bad except I had to do it, because it was suit shopping for him and shoes for him and my son. Suits for boys are not easy to find anymore and my stepson is at an "awkward" size for dress shoes. Normally we let them wear boots but he no longer has dress boots and dress shoes at his age are way way way cheaper than dress boots! And finding shoes for my son was ridiculous and after exhausting all the cheaper options and myself meant the StrideRite, which had a pair for my son. It was also the realization of 2 things, it's the first time the my oldest (stepson) had outgrown StrideRite AND his feet are now BIGGER than MINE! What!?!?!?
Then home, where my mom had kept the daughter, thank goodness, because before the suit shopping I had to pick up my bridesmaid dress, which wasn't mine, as the bride got mine labeled for her 12 year old soon to be stepdaughter. After the suit shopping it meant the drive back and dropping the bridesmaid's dress at the bride's house then running to the store, because even with a list I always forget something! Big hugs to hubs for feeding all the animals before he left out!
Tired yet? This was just Monday.
Tuesday started at 5:30 when I heard my oldest getting ready for the bus and I always listen (shhh don't tell him) for him to go out the door and listen for the bus to come. Tuesday is also my helper day in my daughter's kinder room, then I stayed over and helped with the finish work the kids had to do. Then an errand and home. Where I took an hour to sit down before my daughter's bus came home. Her backpack held a lovely surprise. Welcome to the lovely world of kindergarten homework. All homework will come home at the beginning of the week and must be returned completed by Thursday with a parent signature on the little reader books. Now this being a short week you'd think the teacher would have a little less homework in the folder. Oh no it was the same as a regular week. Homework session finally ended with daughter in a laughing fit and mommy with a headache. The boys got home not to much after the homework. Then there was the mad dash for a snack and homework for my son and off to soccer practice. Of course my son forgot his water bottle and the neighbor boys coach moved their practice to a different part of the field, oh and the main gate was locked. So the long walk around the soccer fields to the open gate, then the walk across the field to drop of my son, then to walk around with the neighbor till he found his coach, then my son forgot water so a quick trip to town for waters and back to the field. Carrying my folding chair and my purse the whole time The field is big as they can but 2 full sized soccer fields, then all the smaller fields for the different rec. league age groups. I get to sit down, my oldest is babysitting my daughter and I've already given her a bath and my mom was cooking dinner.
3 hours later, my daughter has had several full blown melt downs on my oldest and my mom, cut her hair with scissors I didn't even know we had, cut her laundry hamper, argued with her brother about going to bed, dropping off the neighbor boy then sending his regular shoes home via my oldest, my son and I eating dinner, my oldest goes to feed and "Moooom" as he walks into my mom's house with the lariat over his shoulder. Dang it the goat is out and in the back pasture where she convenitly uses the horses to dodge us. We finally wear her out and my oldest jumps on her and I can get the rope on her. Of course all the while yelling at my son to get inside and shower and my daughter to get inside to her bed.
On to Wed. Sometimes I'm amazed I can get out of bed. Well all the walking and running helped me drop a little weight!!! The morning started out well and I actually got a nap, I normally work nights and I never know if I'll be able to find a sitter at night so that I can pick up a shift. Then get daughter off the bus. She has lunch at grandma's. I work on the sprinklers, laundry, cleaning off the table, and sweeping the floors. Then homework. As I'm walking the dogs I look up and there is one of our horses, not in his back pasture, but in the front, hanging over the fence waiting for a kiss and some pets. "Huh, how'd you get there". "Oh look you're gate is sideways!" No injuries. Get the dogs inside and the boys off the bus. Get my son started on homework and figure I'll get the horses sorted out later in the evening. My daughter runs up "mommy they need you outside to help with the horses RIGHT NOW!" What? My mom is watering, my oldest decides to get the horses sorted but they can't get the gate on. Someone had lifted the gate off it's hinges! Get that back and and the horses settled. More housework. Mom heated up leftovers and added vegies, so off to dinner. Then back to homework for my son. Take my daughter to soccer practice. Drop her off. Go to grocery. Go back to pick up daughter. Come home. Ask oldest if he fed because the boys are still hollering. He goes out to feed and comes in to ask "Mom where'd you put the rope?" NOT AGAIN! Yes the escape artist goat is out again! I swear this goat could have given Houdini a run for his money!
Finally get the kids into bed and realize I have a cold coming on.
Of course and It's only Wed.
Do I really want to anticipate tomorrow?s
What a weird and wacky week we've had this week. It's been short but it's been wild. Mon. wasn't so bad, just tried to get some of the vacumming and mopping done in the mud room (actually the dust room this time of year) and the kitchen. Plus the hubs needed to take the lawn mower in and get hay. Of course he waited all week to do this on the day he had to leave out again and guess what ~ surprise surprise ~ they were both closed. Which left me in an irritated and grouchy mood for the day. Then there was the pickup of the stepson. Which isn't to bad except I had to do it, because it was suit shopping for him and shoes for him and my son. Suits for boys are not easy to find anymore and my stepson is at an "awkward" size for dress shoes. Normally we let them wear boots but he no longer has dress boots and dress shoes at his age are way way way cheaper than dress boots! And finding shoes for my son was ridiculous and after exhausting all the cheaper options and myself meant the StrideRite, which had a pair for my son. It was also the realization of 2 things, it's the first time the my oldest (stepson) had outgrown StrideRite AND his feet are now BIGGER than MINE! What!?!?!?
Then home, where my mom had kept the daughter, thank goodness, because before the suit shopping I had to pick up my bridesmaid dress, which wasn't mine, as the bride got mine labeled for her 12 year old soon to be stepdaughter. After the suit shopping it meant the drive back and dropping the bridesmaid's dress at the bride's house then running to the store, because even with a list I always forget something! Big hugs to hubs for feeding all the animals before he left out!
Tired yet? This was just Monday.
Tuesday started at 5:30 when I heard my oldest getting ready for the bus and I always listen (shhh don't tell him) for him to go out the door and listen for the bus to come. Tuesday is also my helper day in my daughter's kinder room, then I stayed over and helped with the finish work the kids had to do. Then an errand and home. Where I took an hour to sit down before my daughter's bus came home. Her backpack held a lovely surprise. Welcome to the lovely world of kindergarten homework. All homework will come home at the beginning of the week and must be returned completed by Thursday with a parent signature on the little reader books. Now this being a short week you'd think the teacher would have a little less homework in the folder. Oh no it was the same as a regular week. Homework session finally ended with daughter in a laughing fit and mommy with a headache. The boys got home not to much after the homework. Then there was the mad dash for a snack and homework for my son and off to soccer practice. Of course my son forgot his water bottle and the neighbor boys coach moved their practice to a different part of the field, oh and the main gate was locked. So the long walk around the soccer fields to the open gate, then the walk across the field to drop of my son, then to walk around with the neighbor till he found his coach, then my son forgot water so a quick trip to town for waters and back to the field. Carrying my folding chair and my purse the whole time The field is big as they can but 2 full sized soccer fields, then all the smaller fields for the different rec. league age groups. I get to sit down, my oldest is babysitting my daughter and I've already given her a bath and my mom was cooking dinner.
3 hours later, my daughter has had several full blown melt downs on my oldest and my mom, cut her hair with scissors I didn't even know we had, cut her laundry hamper, argued with her brother about going to bed, dropping off the neighbor boy then sending his regular shoes home via my oldest, my son and I eating dinner, my oldest goes to feed and "Moooom" as he walks into my mom's house with the lariat over his shoulder. Dang it the goat is out and in the back pasture where she convenitly uses the horses to dodge us. We finally wear her out and my oldest jumps on her and I can get the rope on her. Of course all the while yelling at my son to get inside and shower and my daughter to get inside to her bed.
On to Wed. Sometimes I'm amazed I can get out of bed. Well all the walking and running helped me drop a little weight!!! The morning started out well and I actually got a nap, I normally work nights and I never know if I'll be able to find a sitter at night so that I can pick up a shift. Then get daughter off the bus. She has lunch at grandma's. I work on the sprinklers, laundry, cleaning off the table, and sweeping the floors. Then homework. As I'm walking the dogs I look up and there is one of our horses, not in his back pasture, but in the front, hanging over the fence waiting for a kiss and some pets. "Huh, how'd you get there". "Oh look you're gate is sideways!" No injuries. Get the dogs inside and the boys off the bus. Get my son started on homework and figure I'll get the horses sorted out later in the evening. My daughter runs up "mommy they need you outside to help with the horses RIGHT NOW!" What? My mom is watering, my oldest decides to get the horses sorted but they can't get the gate on. Someone had lifted the gate off it's hinges! Get that back and and the horses settled. More housework. Mom heated up leftovers and added vegies, so off to dinner. Then back to homework for my son. Take my daughter to soccer practice. Drop her off. Go to grocery. Go back to pick up daughter. Come home. Ask oldest if he fed because the boys are still hollering. He goes out to feed and comes in to ask "Mom where'd you put the rope?" NOT AGAIN! Yes the escape artist goat is out again! I swear this goat could have given Houdini a run for his money!
Finally get the kids into bed and realize I have a cold coming on.
Of course and It's only Wed.
Do I really want to anticipate tomorrow?s
Tuesday, August 31, 2010
Humility
There is nothing that brings humility more than having a daughter.
Especially a fashion forward, worried about makeup and looks, just turned 5 years old.
She apparently comes by this naturally, not from me, but through the hubs side of the family. On his maternal side, one aunt is the nails, cloths, and shoes type and the other aunt was a model in her younger years and even in her 80's she is still very style conscience. And then there is my hubs, who worked for years as a glamour photog. My daughter got every one of their style, art, fashion, and make-up genes.
My daughter found shoes at a young age. On a trip to Fl. for a wedding when she was a year, she had more shoes than I did! At 14 months in a bridal store my daughter found the shoes AND they were low enough that she could get to them!
Back to humility though.
Standard comments from my little girl run the form of "you're fat mommy", "you need make-up mommy", "what's that on your lip mommy? It pokes me when you kiss me" (need to wax the upper lip again), "don't wear that mommy", ect. Of course I remind her that it's not nice to say those things and she apologizes as only a little girl can.
Yet she can raise the ego also. With comments like "you look beautiful", "that's perfect", "I like when you wear those shoes", "we match!", and "I Love You Mommy" ~ the best one of the bunch!
All these comments can come in the span of half an hour. Talk about a bipolar half hour. LOL. It wears me out sometimes. Taking her shopping is exhausting and not something that I like to do often. She even tries to shop for me. I wonder if she'll be a professional shopper.
I don't want to give the wrong idea though, she can and loves to play in mud and dirt and is just at home playing cars as dolls. At a recent peewee rodeo event she was outside playing with trucks in the dirt, the only girl in a crowd of boys.
Oh my darling, complicated, silly, sweet girl. The years that we have ahead of us, I can't wait to hear what will come out of her mouth next.
Especially a fashion forward, worried about makeup and looks, just turned 5 years old.
She apparently comes by this naturally, not from me, but through the hubs side of the family. On his maternal side, one aunt is the nails, cloths, and shoes type and the other aunt was a model in her younger years and even in her 80's she is still very style conscience. And then there is my hubs, who worked for years as a glamour photog. My daughter got every one of their style, art, fashion, and make-up genes.
My daughter found shoes at a young age. On a trip to Fl. for a wedding when she was a year, she had more shoes than I did! At 14 months in a bridal store my daughter found the shoes AND they were low enough that she could get to them!
Back to humility though.
Standard comments from my little girl run the form of "you're fat mommy", "you need make-up mommy", "what's that on your lip mommy? It pokes me when you kiss me" (need to wax the upper lip again), "don't wear that mommy", ect. Of course I remind her that it's not nice to say those things and she apologizes as only a little girl can.
Yet she can raise the ego also. With comments like "you look beautiful", "that's perfect", "I like when you wear those shoes", "we match!", and "I Love You Mommy" ~ the best one of the bunch!
All these comments can come in the span of half an hour. Talk about a bipolar half hour. LOL. It wears me out sometimes. Taking her shopping is exhausting and not something that I like to do often. She even tries to shop for me. I wonder if she'll be a professional shopper.
I don't want to give the wrong idea though, she can and loves to play in mud and dirt and is just at home playing cars as dolls. At a recent peewee rodeo event she was outside playing with trucks in the dirt, the only girl in a crowd of boys.
Oh my darling, complicated, silly, sweet girl. The years that we have ahead of us, I can't wait to hear what will come out of her mouth next.
Monday, August 23, 2010
Touch
Human touch is such an important part of life, a basic need. We all crave to be touch. Just a hand on the shoulder or a gentle hug from a friend.
When though do we lose that need for such spontaneous gestures?
The kids squirm into bed whenever they can even if just for a few minutes to be held and cuddled. My daughter loves to hug all our friends and family. My son at 8 still has a thing for my tummy, wanting to touch it whenever he can. Even my 14 year old still want to, on occasion and when no one is looking, sit on my lap.
I feel the need for touch also. When ever I my husband gives rubs my back or even on the rare occasions when I treat myself to a massage I can feel my skin aching to be touched. A need to have human contact.
Maybe we can just remember that people need to be touched and make more of an effort to touch our friends more.
When though do we lose that need for such spontaneous gestures?
The kids squirm into bed whenever they can even if just for a few minutes to be held and cuddled. My daughter loves to hug all our friends and family. My son at 8 still has a thing for my tummy, wanting to touch it whenever he can. Even my 14 year old still want to, on occasion and when no one is looking, sit on my lap.
I feel the need for touch also. When ever I my husband gives rubs my back or even on the rare occasions when I treat myself to a massage I can feel my skin aching to be touched. A need to have human contact.
Maybe we can just remember that people need to be touched and make more of an effort to touch our friends more.
Friday, August 13, 2010
~this moment
This moment - A Friday Ritual, no words, capturing a moment from the week. A simple, special, extraordinary moment. One to savor and remember ~ From SouleMama (tm)
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