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In search of giggles…

This morning Marshall was gone to the hospital to round.

Lydia crawled into my bed somewhere around 7 and snuggled sleepily until 9.

Around 9:20 Carter came bounding into my room, pouncing on my bed.
(He, like my friend Courtney, wakes up with an astonishing amount of energy.)

Sometime shortly thereafter I heard Asa calling out from his crib.

He didn’t want to leave his lovies(blankets) behind, so they joined us for breakfast.

And after a few minutes of sitting in our chairs like proper little people, Lydia asked if we could eat under the table.

Ya know, why not?

So I found myself under the table, sharing my nutella french toast with my littles.

And although I’m sure there are some of you thinking “tsk, tsk, tsk…she let her children eat on the floor,”
(Note: On the floor, not off the floor.  We still used plates.)
I’m glad we did it.

If I hadn’t let them eat on the floor, we wouldn’t have played peek-a-boo by hiding behind the table legs.

And there wouldn’t have been nearly as many giggles and smiles.

Maybe we should eat on the floor more often.

One Fine Day

(Remember that movie?
I loved that movie!)

Marshall and I aren’t really into celebrating anniversaries.
Birthdays?  YES!
Anniversaries?  Meh…a little.

But we usually try to go out on a real grown-up date and go somewhere fan-cy,
ya know, somewhere with cloth napkins and plates not made out of paper, plastic or metal.

Anyway…our dinner was nice, the conversation was wonderful, and the movie was funny.
It was the perfect end to the perfect day.

So what made my day so perfect?  I think my facebook status said it all:

Today I was a muffin-making, picture-taking, room-cleaning, fort-building, plant-watering, pool-swimming, giggle-inducing puller of the towel slide. And now I will shower, get dressed up and play like an adult for a few hours. All around awesome day!

The kids and I packed a week’s worth of fun into one day.
And it was ab.sol.ute.ly. perfect!

See?

BOO!!

And moments like this?

Oof.

Be still, my beating heart…

(Click any picture to enlarge)

If I’d Known Then What I Know Now…

If I knew then what I know now,
I would have worried less about what other people thought.

If I knew then what I know now,
I would have made better financial decisions.

If I knew then what I know now,
I would have tried more of some things and less of others.

If I knew then what I know now,
I would have never worked at that one place.
(You know the one.)

If I knew then what I know now,
I would have believed in myself
and been confident in the person I was becoming.

And if I knew then what I know now,
I would have told myself to dream big;
expect the unexpected;
and remember that the past is worth remembering,
the future is worth anticipating,
but what really counts is the right here, right now.

I would have told myself to breathe deeply,
drink in every moment,
and be  happy.

I’m glad that even though I can’t go back and tell myself those things,
That there was someone, my special someone,
Who loved me enough to tell me these things when I needed to hear them.

Marshall, thank you for telling me and teaching me and loving me.

It’s been the best 9 years of my life, and I can’t wait for more.

P.S.  Your head is not nearly as oddly shaped as this picture makes it look.  Just sayin’.

Mouthwatering Monday: Chocolate Chip Pound Cake

Last week I posted this photo on facebook.

It’s not even a good picture, but I’ve had numerous people ask for the recipes.

Soooo…you can find the lemonade cake(right) recipe here.  Possibly the best cake ever.

(And no, Nick, I wouldn’t consider either of these “from scratch” because you use a box mix as the base.)

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This one comes in a close second: chocolate chip pound cake.  nom.

1 box yellow cake mix
1 small box instant vanilla pudding
4 eggs
1 cup vegetable oil
1 cup milk
1 chopped Hersey bar
6 oz. semi-sweet MINI chocolate chips

Combine first five ingredients.  Add chocolates and mix well.

Bake at 350 for 45-55 minutes in a greased bundt pan.

Once cooled, make this shiny chocolate glaze(from Elle’s New England Kitchen) and drizzle over the top:

Chocolate Glaze

1/2 cup (3 ounces) semisweet chocolate chips
2 tablespoons (1 ounce) butter
1 tablespoon plus 1 teaspoon light corn syrup (I use Golden Syrup)
1/4 teaspoon vanilla extract

Melt the ingredients together over low heat or in the microwave, stirring often. Add extra corn syrup if needed to make a smooth, shiny glaze. Yield: about ½ cup glaze.

Tea Party {FF}

Today was the tea party.

The only thing that made it a tea party was the fact that we served tea (and pink lemonade).
(Because really?  What’s a sunny day without any lemonade?)

But she wanted to call it a tea party, so we did.

And one of her friends couldn’t come because her brother was at home sick.

But we had fun making chinese lanterns
(which I thought everyone made in preschool but discovered that I’m the only 30-40 year old who’s ever made them).

The food was fresh and yummy.

And the impromptu water fun was a plus!

But the best part was finishing off an entire box of Push-Pops,

which somebody really liked!

So what fun thing did you do this Friday?

Extreme Makeover: Patio Furniture Edition

Remember these?

Well, now they look like this:

And I am very happy with how they turned out.

And proud of myself for doing it all by lonesome.

Now if I could just figure out how to get this paint off my fingers….

Wordless Wednesday: Spring Edition!

Silhouettes


There’s something about a silhouette.

The stark contrast of light and dark.

No gray area, no middle ground.

Just light.

And dark.

The unknown, the secrets
are hidden,
tucked away,
biding their time.

Some hiding in the deepest part of the black,

Some on the brink of the light, waiting to be catapulted into sight.

And the irony is that it’s not the light that we see, but instead the dark.

The shadows, they captivate us.

Darkness-filled with the unknown-taunts us, tempts us, calls to us.

It’s easy to live in the darkness.

It’s easy to hide.

Hide our true selves.

Hide from others.

Hide from our own self.

At least we think we are hidden.

But remember…

it’s not the light we see, but the shadows.

Special Feet

I’ve wanted to join in on the “You Capture” fun for a while, but never got around to doing it. When I saw that this week’s theme was feet, I couldn’t resist. Some of you know, some of you don’t: Carter has what we call “special feet”. He only has 8 toes-5 on one foot, 3 on the other. We don’t know why or how or what will happen as he grows, but as of now he wears two drastically different sized shoes. The leg of his “little foot” is shorter than his other leg. The current plan is to do nothing about it. When he gets bigger and starts to hit a big growth spurt, he’ll have surgery to stunt the growth of the longer leg so that the legs can even out in length. (At least that’s the plan for now. Unless they come up with a better option by then.)

Because of this we talk about feet a lot in our house.
There are times when Lydia has actually come to tears because she has 10 toes!

I’ve never seen Carter cry about only having 8.
At this point, he doesn’t even seem to notice or care that his foot is different from everyone else’s.

You know he's having fun when the shoes come off!

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As we approach Easter, I’m also thankful that the “You Capture” theme is feet because it made me think about Jesus’ feet.

Walking the dusty streets, cross on his shoulder, with blood dripping down and oozing between his toes.
Feet aching as he carried the literal weight of the cross and the figurative weight of the world.
Suffering unlike anything we can imagine.
And yet he walked.
For me.
For you.
For us.

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Also?  Gratuitous photo of baby feet.

See more of our “feets” here.

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Rusty Yellow Gliders

As a child, I loved the sunroom at my grandmother’s house.  I remember sitting with my head in her lap and my feet in the glider across from us.  She’d play with my hair as we both let our selves be completely enveloped by the sun’s rays.
Back.
and forth.
Back.
and forth.
Back.
and forth we would sway.  
And I was warm, inside and out.  
I imagine she was, too.

Now those same gliders sit on my porch. Metal rusted, fabric faded.  For years I’ve great plans for them.  Great intentions…but every time I would head to the store, something would get in the way.  I wonder if I’ve been subconsciously putting it aside, wanting to preserve a part of her.

But today I walked outside to find this:

And realized that it’s time.

For new paint,

new fabric,

new memories.