A friend described pinterest to me as an online corkboard of your favorite stuff on the internet. Bam! And there it is. That’s exactly what it is. You run across a great recipe you want to keep, pin it. You…
Archives for August 2011
iPads. And Apps that my toddler likes.
Yes. I let my two-year-old play with my iPad. Why? Well, because sometimes Mommy needs to read to get ready for work/have quiet time. So, before I get into Lila’s favorite apps, let me tell you about my cover that…
“So… how’d it go?!”
Update on Lila’s first day of school
So, it was cute. This morning Lila opened our bedroom door, as she does every morning, and came into our room to say, “Mornin’ Momma. Mornin’ Daddy,” carrying her new school shoes that she affectionately calls her “pinks.” We had…
Think of me.
As you read this I am dropping off and leaving my child at her first-ever day of school… This expression says it all. —
Wilted like lettuce.
It’s been pretty hot down here these days. Yep. I know. Go ahead, I’ll wait: “What do you expect? You live in Mexico.” I know, I know. But SHEESH. I always liken this time of year to a midwestern winter….
And the winners are…
BlogHer SWAG giveaway
[Note: I am so sorry for how long it’s taken for me to report the winners. As ya’ll know, it’s been crazy around here. Who’s living la vida loca? Me. HA! I swear I love Ricky Martin. I digress.] So…
Nope. Absolutely not.
So. Kim Kardashian got married to that guy who plays basketball. I’ve heard some people [read: the people on E!] state that they felt this was the, “Wedding of the Year” and I’ve even heard that the Kardashian wedding touted…
Go, go, go, go, go, go, go…
I’m allowing myself to take a 10 minute break from what has seemed like a never-ending crazy-intense and busy time at work. It appears, dear friends and readers, that I can’t do it all. I can’t be super mommy. I…
My ladies
Mama hasn’t felt so good and has a ridiculous amount of work so she’s relying on her babies as a sort of cheater post. Enjoy. Precious child. She’s 7 months old now. Yes, SEVEN months old. Somebody (Vivienne) loves to wake…
No post today. I’m sick.
And last night I chose to sleep over blog. — Anything you want to know? Leave me a comment. I shall write about it. —
It takes all kinds.
There are two different kinds of people in this world: people who like wind chimes… and people who don’t. Let me revise that statement. There are two different kinds of people in this world: people who like believe in unicorns……
The husband was born today. I should thank his Mom.
Dear Craig’s Mom, Thank you. Thank you for having sweet little baby, Craig. It seems like every year on August 23rd, I write a post and acknowledge how amazing your son he is. I write about how he’s the best…
![When I was a kid, my Mom would sometimes go to the grocery store at night while my baby sister and I were "supposed" to be sleeping. Baby sister slept, I stood by the window and watched for her headlights to turn back into the driveway, my stomach a gnarled mess while I waited.
The entire time she was gone I would create ill-fated stories in my mind that would ultimately leave her injured, kidnapped, or left for dead... I think these stories got worse after my Dad died. "What if I lose my one parent?"
I would stand there and worry.
And she always came back.
In one piece.
Over time, after therapy when I was younger, I realized that worrying doesn't shape anything... worrying doesn't CHANGE the outcome... but, it's real.
Telling someone not to worry is about as effective as telling someone not to cry when they're in the midst of full-sobbing or it's like asking someone WHERE they lost the thing that they lost.
"I can't find my keys."
"Where did you lose them."
[silence]
"Um, if I knew where I lost them, then..."
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This time that we're living through right now is BIG and heavy and for the love of ALL THINGS HOLY it keeps on going.
I remember watching The Sound of Music when I was a kid and wondering when in the WORLD it would end. We're STUCK in the Sound of Music.
Schools opened, then closed.
Masks on, then off.
Life started, and stopped.
We've missed get-togethers and holdiays.
Weddings and births.
We are as disconnected as ever.
Our worrying and concern and fear and anxiety is there... and it's real.
I see you.
I know this time is hard.
I'm not going to tell you to stop feeling the feelings, I just want you to know that I'm feeling them, too. (And therapy is helping.)
Get yourself a therapist.
Talk about all of this.
As I told one of my girls this week, “It’s ok not to be strong all the time.”
With love,
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