Monthly Archives: April 2010

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?

Fun Friday

I’ve talked before about Fun Friday.

When I was a nanny, Fun Friday was the pinnacle of the week.

Everyone looked forward to the fun (and usually secret) event that I was planning for Friday.

And I always anticipated continuing the Fun Friday tradition with my own kids.

But ya know how it goes…life gets busy and, well…ideas get set aside and forgotten.


Fun Fridays are back on at the Ivey house-

starting with the (non-political) tea party at our house tomorrow with friends.

Tonight we made Chinese lanterns that will hang from fishing wire.

We’ll have lunch with tea (or lemonade, if you wish).

We’ll play outside and draw with chalk.

We’ll have a fun Friday.

And hope you will, too!

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….

Standing in the Rain

walking to the car,
the rain pelts down
popping my skin so violently that it stings.
my eyes water as the wind bends and blows.

but i don’t run,
don’t even quicken my step.
i decide instead to slow down,
dig my toes into the ground,
and take it in.

i close my eyes
and realize that my clothes have gone from damp to soaked.
my hair is dripping.
and i am cold.

but something holds me there,
freezing me in time.
breathing in and out.
taking in the smell of the rain and the force of the wind.
my breaths slow,

i force myself to concentrate on individual rain drops.
and think of it in slow motion,
a molecular collision between me and the universe
and i am in awe.

a world (many worlds really)
being nurtured, sustained.
and i am in it.
and i feel connected,
plugged into nature instead of technology.

i am nurtured, sustained by the same water
that cleanses me,
refreshes me,
and reminds me that even a raindrop is more than it appears.

Six Days

For six days you have cried and fussed and fussed and cried.

I almost feel bad about complaining about it.

It’s not your fault that you don’t feel good.

But seriously, dude?

My patience is wearing thin.

You aren’t eating at all.

But I’m stress eating.

You’re crying because you don’t feel good.

And I’m crying because I’m going absolutely insane.

You’re tired.

I’m tired.

Over and over I say to myself,
“It’s not his fault.  It’s not his fault.  He doesn’t feel good.  It’s not his fault.”

But in the end I am still frustrated and I am still tired.

And, honestly, more than anything?

I feel defeated.

The cold has won the battle.

I can’t fix it.

I can’t make you better.

No matter how many hugs or cuddles or chocolate milk cups,

You still cry.

And it breaks my heart.

Feel better soon, little man.

I love you.

Wordless Wednesday: Spring Edition!

Mouthwatering Monday: Chocolate Croissants

You may have seen this picture of chocolate cigars that I took in New York last week.

And while those were pretty, they weren’t nearly as delicious as the chocolate croissants.

I would have taken a picture of them too, but I was too busy making a mess as I devoured them.

Yes, them…plural.

Absolutely delicious.

And when I got another one the next day,
(only one this time…I had to make sure I’d still fit in my bridesmaid’s dress!)
I thought:

“I can make these…I know I can.”

And while mine aren’t as perfectly flaky and crisp as the ones in the window,
they’re still really good and (more importantly) really easy!

What you’ll need:
2 cans of refrigerated Big & Flaky croissant dough*
1/2 stick of butter, melted
5 TBsp granulated sugar
3 TBsp cocoa powder
1-3 TBsp powdered sugar
several pinches of granulated sugar for garnish
approx 3-6 oz. chocolate chips, melted

How to make them:
Mix melted butter with all of the granulated sugar and cocoa powder.

Use the powdered sugar to make mixture a paste-like consistency.  (Ooops!  I forgot to take a picture!)

Roll out all 12 of the croissants and spread chocolate paste over one whole side of each croissant.

Roll up each one, shaping them into that classic croissant shape.

Sprinkle with a few pinches of sugar.

Bake at 350° F for about 10 minutes, or until golden brown.

Dip tips of each end in melted chocolate.

Place on wax paper and stick them in the refrigerator long enough for the chocolate to set.

*If you’re just full of awesome and would rather make your own croissant dough, I’m sure they’d be even better.
Here’s a recipe that I think sounds delicious and doable, if you’re interested.

Sunday Sweetness

This week I had the chance to photograph my friend Tara and her family.

They are absolutely beautiful people-inside and out.

I took way too many pictures of her husband’s hands holding Baby Bear.

But seriously…look at those hands!
And that baby!

Want to see more pictures of this little cutie?
Just click over to Tara’s blog, Frequent Flyer Family.

Fairy Tales Do Come True

I went to New York City.

I was in a wedding.

It was all magical and I felt like I was in a fairy tale.

And now I am home.
And trying to get back into a rhythm.
So pardon me while I ignore my blog…
And instead cuddle with my cuties,
Do some laundry,
And work on catching up.

For now, go here to see NY in black and white…
like I saw it through my camera lens.

My Child, He is a Changin’

As a baby, he loved to cuddle.
As a toddler, he wanted to run and play.
As a preschooler, he wants to be independent and free.

And now, on the cusp of something big,
as he toes the line between little boy and big,
there is a change that even he notices.

I find him running back for reassurance,
a pat on the back,
a hug, a kiss-
but only on the cheek.

And I’m guessing that like me (even as an adult),
he can’t quite figure it out, or name it…
this big change, turmoil and excitement in his core.

He will start “real” school this year.
He’s asking if he can go to camp.
“When can I have a sleepover, mom?”
(Mommy is so frequently replaced by Mom.)
(When did that happen?)
He’s wanting to be so grown up.

And I’m just wanting to freeze…
Right here in this day
-this perfect sunny day-
so full of hugs and cuddles and giggles.

“And keep your eyes wide
The chance won’t come again”