Monthly Archives: September 2009

Wordless Wednesday ~ Fingerpaint

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To her, it’s all fascinating. New. Exciting.

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Every day things that appear so common to weary eyes are bright and cheerful to her.

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Rocks turn into treasures. Flowers into gold. Wind chimes into a symphony.

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Her eyes, her enthusiasm, her spirit. These are around me every day. Today, I’m unwrapping them. Reveling in them. Seeing them as the most beautiful ~ and simple ~ gifts from above.

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All by yourself

Fynn is at the point where he does a lot of things all by himself.

By choice.

And that choice is not always the easiest. But we go with it. Encourage him, and nurture his independence.

I can’t tell you how many times a day I hear “No, I do it! Allllllll by myself!”

Sometimes there’s a smile, sometimes he’s concentrating.

Other times it looks something like this:

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Or this:

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Occasionally even this:

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But most often, the end result turns out to be what’s been desired all the time:

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A little bit of freedom. A breath of fresh air. The confidence and pride that comes with being able to do something all by yourself.

I just hope he occasionally asks for help when the zipper snags…


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One fish, Two fish

One fish

Two fish

Paige loves

Seuss’s fish

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All in a day

Our Saturday consisted of…

Some bonding time for Daddy & Fynn

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One children’s consignment event attended

Two winter coats, one pair of snowpants, several sweaters and sweatshirts, outfits, etc… purchased for under $50

One failed attempt to go to the pumpkin patch (we don’t do crowds 😉 )

One successful trip to the park

Two underwear changes during our first trip to the park with no diapers

One race to see a train go by

Two small car naps for a little girl

One failed attempt at a nap for a certain mama

One apple cake made & glazed

One batch of applesauce made & put away

Three loads of laundry washed and dried (not put away)

Two children completely tired out

Two adults ready to collapse

Lots of hugs & snuggles

Lots of apple cake consumed

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This… so so this.

I’ve had a terrible case of the mean reds recently. As I’m sure you can tell from the posts this week, it’s been a rough week. Filled with transitions, headaches, loss of patience… but at the same time it’s been full of immense pride, of joyful moments, of quiet moments, and of hope.

But still, the mean reds have crept up on me.  They come out of nowhere. Have you heard of the mean reds before, or experienced them? The following quote is from my most favorite movie, Breakfast at Tiffany’s.


Holly Golightly: You know those days when you get the mean reds?

Paul Varjak: The mean reds, you mean like the blues?

Holly Golightly: No. The blues are because you’re getting fat and maybe it’s been raining too long, you’re just sad that’s all. The mean reds are horrible. Suddenly you’re afraid and you don’t know what you’re afraid of. Do you ever get that feeling?

Paul Varjak: Sure.

Holly Golightly: Well, when I get it the only thing that does any good is to jump in a cab and go to Tiffany’s. Calms me down right away. The quietness and the proud look of it; nothing very bad could happen to you there. If I could find a real-life place that’d make me feel like Tiffany’s, then – then I’d buy some furniture and give the cat a name!


I can’t remember the first time I watched Breakfast at Tiffany’s, but as long as I can remember I’ve loved it. And identified with it. Trying to create yourself, trying to be yourself, trying to find a love, trying to stay true to yourself. Learning to love. To accept. To grow up.

And of course, I’ve loved her little black dress. And the pearls. How can you  not love Audrey Hepburn in this movie? So simple and elegant, full of conflict and complexity.

Back to the mean reds. They creep up on me. But it’s always comforting to know that someone else, somewhere, has gotten through them. Even if it’s a fictional character that was created years before my time. The quote above is something that I could read over and over, and every time I would say This… so so this.


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Grumpy Baby = Cuteness

There is absolutely nothing cuter than a grumpy Paige.

I don’t know why, but she cracks me up. Maybe because she shows each and every emotion. She doesn’t hide anything. Wouldn’t that be fabulous? She takes risks, that little one 😉

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Ramble for a Thursday

I woke up this morning on my side, with my 13 month old daughter draped across my hip. That’s apparently where she needed to sleep in the wee hours of the morning. She climbed down, I rolled over for a few more stolen minutes of slumber.

From my warm comfy bed, I could hear a time out in the making, “MINE!” “NOT PAIGE!” “NOOOOOO!!!” combined with Paige’s shrill scream that means she has been wronged (at least in her mind).

After the husband got cleaned up, I slipped into the shower. While I heard the chaos going on in the living room, I won’t say that I purposefully took longer than normal, but I certainly didn’t rush through my quiet moments.

Today marks day four of life with no diapers for Fynn. Which is fabulous, and he’s doing spectacular, but the thought of that alone makes me want to curl up with a glass of wine and head back to bed for another two days. I can only come up with so many exciting and encouraging words about getting on the potty. And I think I’ve exhausted all of them.

The thing is, I’m exhausted. Just trying to find the words to encourage the kids, or to round them up to get out the door, is exhausting. This morning in the shower there was a brief moment where I wished that it were me who was going to head out the door this morning to go to work. Then I remembered not only does it make sense for me to be home financially, but we chose this lifestyle for a reason.

I keep thinking this too shall pass, and sometime hopefully soon I’ll feel re energized and recharged. I’m sure the constant headaches don’t help, they make it far too difficult to concentrate and come out with words. Period. Writing is one thing, I can take my time, make changes, get it all down. But when I’m speaking, I’m finding that I come up short. It’s frustrating, for me and those around me I’m sure.

The hubby and I have a weekend away coming up (actually, in 16 days, but who’s counting?) and I’m so looking forward to some quiet peaceful time to get my head back. When you keep going and going with no down time (yes, I know, we were just in Florida, but when you have kids around, there really isn’t anything called down time!) it begins to wear on you. I can’t be alone in thinking that.

I thought there was a direction for this post, but like my brain today, the path I was on got a little skewed, twisted and turned around. In a little while my fantastic in laws will arrive, and play with my children while I run out to a doctors appointment. I’ll take those few moments of quiet in the car and revel in them. I won’t purposefully take longer than necessary, (truthfully I might even sneak a latte and quick trip to the library to pick up a few reserved items…) but I certainly won’t rush my moments.


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Wordless Wednesday – Spinning

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This melts my heart.

Fynn loves his daddy.

He loves spinning.

Put the two together, and he’s in heaven.

They both are.


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Tuesday’s gift

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As I walked through the field with my children, I knew what I was looking for. We meandered, but I gently nudged us in a certain direction. I was looking for a simple white elegant flower that grows like weeds, but holds her head high with hope. Hope to have her beauty seen. Queen Ann’s Lace.

Seeing even one flower makes me throw my head back, close my eyes and smile at the sun.

The small tender flowers remind me of childhood. Of pressing flowers between books, laminating bookmarks on now yellowed paper, preserving memories of a time when all I had was wonder and hope.

I could look at the flowers every day for an entire season, and I’d still throw my head back. They’re a gift, a simple lovely gift that makes me smile every time. Hope and wonder embodied in an Indian summer’s snowflake.


Please visit Emily at Chatting at the Sky for more Tuesday’s Unwrapped. You’ll find simple moments and simple mysteries unwrapped in every day life. Enjoy!


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