Wednesday, March 31, 2010
Tuesday, March 30, 2010
When she left it looked like this outside. But I'm sure she is having a blast anyway.
We packed her with boots, hat, gloves, a warm coat and all the love we could send with her.
I missed her all day yesterday. Even though she is usually not home during the day, just knowing she wouldn't be getting off the bus in the afternoon made me miss her.
When Jeff called on his way home, he said "I miss Julia". And I knew exactly what he meant.
I had a dream last night that when I woke up in the morning Julia was home. She had become so homesick that she asked them to bring her home.
I think my own feelings were coming out in my dreams.
She'll be home tomorrow at 2, and I can hardly wait.
Oh what am I going to do when they go to college? When they leave to go be grownups?
How will I survive that when I can't even stand 2 1/2 days away from them?
And it's weird. When I go somewhere, it's not as bad. But when they leave, it's almost unbearable.
Don't even get me thinking about kate going to girls' camp for a week this summer.
Why are the growing experiences that they need, so painful for me?
Come home Julia, soon.
Monday, March 29, 2010
My computer is being soooooooooo slow.
And I had two posts all ready to go.
It could have something to do with the torrential, sidways rain we are having here.
Or, it could just be all the blogger powers that be conspiring against me.
I think it's that one.
I always enjoy a good conspiracy theory.
Check back tomorrow, hopefully everything will be running as it normally does.
Thursday, March 25, 2010
He has always been my most curious child. We had locks on everything when he was three-the fridge, the pantry, his bedroom, the microwave, an extra one on the front door.
All of these he eventually figured out. Tenacious, curious and much smarter than me, I would say.
I used to wonder what he was going to be like as he got older, if he would ever move past the escapee phase. But not wanting his generous hugs and kisses to ever be a thing of the past. Loving his ability to figure things out, and to surprise me with his willingness to learn and love others.
As he blew out his candles on his Diary of a Wimpy Kid cake (it's a book, extremely popular with the 2nd and 3rd grade boys), I felt a shift in the cosmos, as if a new chapter was beginning in Charlie's life, as if 8 will be the magic number for my son.
One where he is a Cub Scout and a good example for his younger brother and sisters, one where he knows who he is as a son of God, and one where we couldn't be more proud of our boy. Our Charlie.
Happy Birthday Charlie boy.
Tuesday, March 23, 2010
My windows and mirrors are all smudgy.
There is a layer of dust on my bookshelves.
I have lots, and lots of laundry to put away.
Oh. and my finger hurts.
It hurts because I am finishing a headboard that my dear neighbors helped me get started.
So now I am on to the tufting part, which involves pushing a needle through drilled plywood and 2 inches of foam and batting.
I have stuck myself a couple times now and my finger hurts from pushing the end of the needle so hard.
And yes I have heard of a thimble. And no, I don't have one. But now I understand how important and helpful they can be.
So that is my current project. Who knows when it will be done. But when it is, I will unveil it here. And this current project is just one of the reasons why my windows are smudgy and my house is in general disarray.
But the pain of my fingers to accomplish something lovely got me to thinking today about the pain or trials we endure in order to achieve some greater happiness.
And that led me to think about the name of my blog.
I hope it never connotates that my life is constantly full of sugary happiness.
On the contrary, my life is full of ups and downs, peaks and valley's, sunshiny days and dreary drizzle.
But the point of my blog name is that our attitude about life in general, about where real happiness comes from, and the way we view our trials can help get us through anything, just as a spoonful of sugar can help the medicine go down.
I think Mary Poppins may have been, perhaps, the wisest fictional character. She was stern, she expected goodness and effort out of her charges, but she did so with a twinkle in her eye and a love of fun. She knew that the tough things required would only be palatable if there was also a smattering of joy, and moments of life's sweetness mixed in.
So if you come to this blog hoping only for a fake perfect world and life, well, you must not have read many of my posts, or you're going to be very disappointed.
But I'm glad you do stop by.
You help add the sweetener to the occasional days when all life gives me is lemons.
And I love you for it.
Monday, March 22, 2010
I have these very talented friends who are in charge of activities at church.
The theme they came up with for our adults only dinner and dance was The Love Boat.
So as they threw ideas around of how the evening should go, of who should play the various characters, they approached me with the question "Would Jeff be Captain Stubing, and would he be willing to sing The Love Boat Theme Song?"
What do you think I answered?
Heck yes!!! I knew without even having to ask him that this would be his dream come true.
Now, when you first meet Jeff, he comes across as somewhat reserved, quiet.
But put a microphone in his hands, or give him the opportunity to be the center of attention, and WATCH OUT!
Sorry for the shaky camera work. I was laughing too hard. Oh, and the Woody Woodpecker laugh? That's me, unfortunately.
The Captain, all decked out and ready to set sail.
Aren't I a lucky girl?
Friday, March 19, 2010
Homemade bread, mom's raspberry jam, and of course, diet pepsi for breakfast.
62 degree weather in the Seattle area, in March.
Having a weird argument with your husband but then realizing it and both of you saying your sorry and I love you before hanging up.
So, is this all really happiness?
What is happiness, what does it involve?
Is it sunshiny days, good food and the love of your life?
Is it self confidence, a good job, money to burn?
Health, intelligence, success in all endeavors?
Is it all these things?
Does it have to be all of these things?
I'm really curious as I ponder this lately. I know that certain things make me happy at certain times. But what is involved in real, long term happiness? Or joy, real, lasting joy?
Please share, enlighten me on this,the brightest, happiest days.
Tuesday, March 16, 2010
Monday, March 15, 2010
(The big bad wolf and red riding hood. Classic good vs. evil.)
No names have been used to protect the innocent.
~On Saturday, good mommy woke up with the sun. Made homemade waffles, sang as she gently asked the children to clean and tidy the house.
On Saturday, bad mommy woke up grumpy. Ate her own breakfast while her husband cooked for the kids. Then barked at the children for watching too much t.v.
~On Saturday, good mommy kissed her husband and eldest daughter goodbye as they headed off to go skiing. She then spent quality time with the children getting them ready to attend the baptisms of two friends.
On Saturday, bad mommy barely acknowledged her husband and eldest daughter as they left to go have fun. She then hastily got everybody ready to head out the door for the baptisms.
~On Saturday, good mommy prepared activities and snacks for the younger children to be entertained with, while the older children sat quietly in their seats as the baptisms commenced.
On Saturday, bad mommy forgot to bring anything for the younger ones, and had allowed the older ones to watch too much t.v. which riled them up, and then she mistakenly allowed some of the to sit by eachother.
~On Saturday, good mommy looked fondly at her reverent children, patting their heads and cuddling with the younger two who were quietly playing with books that good mommy had remembered to bring.
On Saturday, bad mommy pinched the shoulder of an older child who was being way too loud and glared at the other two to be quiet. Then bad mommy took the youngest children outside and strapped them in the car so that the baptism could continue without everyone hearing two children crying and making noise.
~On Saturday, good mommy got everyone a treat for being so well behaved.
On Saturday, bad mommy made everyone wait in the car as a punishment(with their older sister there, of course) while she ran into the store by herself.
~On Sunday, good mommy was careful with her baby as she got her out of the crib, got her dressed and with the help of always good daddy, got everyone to church on time.
On Sunday, bad mommy somehow popped her baby's elbow out of place while getting her out of the crib and ended up missing church because she was at urgent care.
Guess which mommy I was?
Boy, am I glad it's Monday.
Thursday, March 11, 2010
Tuesday, March 9, 2010
"Wherever the road takes me."
Yeah, that's what we said too.
After making it 550 miles toward the place we were going, we stopped for the night.
It's remarkable what getting ready with no kids does for your complexion.
This is the view from our glamorous hotel room.
It may also be where we got gas later.
I may have found that pointing the camera up someone's nose,(especially your sister's) while they are pumping gas is extremely gratifying.
The place we went might have something very grand, noble and beautiful as it's 360 degree view.
The place we went may also be home to my husband's most beloved football team.
The place we went to may be the home of my favorite blogger, it was NIEt to see her house.
The place we went may also be the home of the most scrumptious cupcakes ever.
And yes, it is totally normal to eat 5 cupcakes all by yourself, thanks for asking.
The place we went may also be home to this cat, whom I may or may not have accidentally stepped on. Sorry kitty.
While in the place we went to, we may have found ourselves at the receiving end of pedicures. Maybe. (and maybe my toes were sparkly blue)
While visiting with my dear friend in the place we went to, I may have discovered from this photo that I shouldn't wear my hair in a ponytail.
Hair hides double chins, you see.
While traveling home from the place we went, we may or may not have taking photos of ourselves as we drove. But probably not, cuz that would be totally dangerous. *ahem*
We may have watched the sun sinking into the sky as our stomachs also sank with thoughts of reality and responsibilities awaiting us.
This may have been waiting for me when I got home.
I love my punkos!
This may be the end.
P.S. If you haven't figured it out, we went to Utah.
If you live in Utah and before this post considered me your friend, please still do!
I only had two very short days in happy valley and while I tried to figure out how to visit with all the wonderful people I love, I just couldn't do it this trip and still be there for my lovely friend who is moving away to the middle east for 2-5 years!
Can you forgive me?
Thursday, March 4, 2010
Well I know what I would do. I would pack my nicest clothes.
~The clothes that normally don't make it very far into the day because of the combination of snot and food that end up on them.
I would load up on Diet Pepsi and Snacks.
I would bring my fancy camera so that I could come home with pictures of a place I adore, and people I adore even more!
I would take my favorite music, and maybe an audio book or two.
And then I would tearfully say goodbye to my husband and children, and take off down the road avec ma soeur, singing at the top of our lungs!
I would have the road beneath our tires in no time, traveling with few breaks (no kids you know) in order to spend a precious 2 days with our friend/old roommate who is moving to the middle east with her husband 5 children.
I would eat a lot of food, laugh about old times and help out with the children since her hubby is already across the ocean.
That's what I would do, anyway.
If it were me.
Which it is.
See ya Tuesday.
Wednesday, March 3, 2010
But I am also trying to be frugal, so rather than spend money on the fabric I really desired, I scoured Goodwill in the hopes of finding something that I could turn into curtains.
I am pretty happy with them. They cost me just about 3 dollars to make.
And so when I get sick of them, or change my mind (which I've been known to do), I don't have to feel bad about the price I paid for them.
Oh, and just because.
My favorite jam face.
Tuesday, March 2, 2010
Monday, March 1, 2010
No one yelled at me for not planning ahead, or going to bed earlier in order to provide a homemade breakfast.