Yessss…Thank you, B. Love you to the moon and back.
Archives for December 2011
Evening cuteness
It appears that Sinead O’Connor is single again.
Married for 16 days and, according to O’Connor, it felt as if she were “living in a coffin.” [insert chuckle] My favorite part of the article from People.com below. (My notes in red.) “In addition, O’Connor owns up in the…
Duh.
Of course Oprah’s back on television. It’s her “new chapter”, ya’ll. “In this new, weekly, primetime series, Oprah steps outside of the studio for some riveting, enlightening in-depth conversations with newsmakers, celebrities, thought leaders and real-life families.” You see, Oprah…
Ombre, ombre, ombre.
So, remember last week when I said I needed a change? I mentioned that I was contemplating the “ombre” look. (See post here.) I felt that my cousin’s comment to the post was incredible accurate. She felt that the whole…
Hello new lens.
Exciting times in my house. New lens. Happy Ky. Care to walk with me? P.S. You’re going to want to see the last photo. Trust me. Boring. I know. The Christmas tree Lila made. The cute stuff. Vivi’s pigs. Squash…
…and so this was Christmas.
The cookies were rolled out, cut out and “painted” by Lila on the Eve. Then they were carefully selected (just stars) by Lila for the big man. The unenthusiastic elf posed near the gifts. Lila’s only Santa request was fulfilled….
Merry Christmas!
Wishing you and yours a very blessed and very happy Christmas. C., Kylee, Lila Ross & Vivienne Kate —
Shopping in Los Cabos Part I: In celebration of the bith of the Christ child
They like to put Jesus, Mary and Joseph (and various saints) on everyday objects down here in Los Cabos. Coffee mugs. Candles. Plates. Balloons. (I’ve seen it.) And now this.. Yep. That’s what we’re working with down here, peeps. Virgin…
Shopping in Los Cabos Part I: The value of Elmo
It appears that Mexican “Rocker Elmo” who lives on Plaza Sesamo (see the box) holds a bit more value here in Los Cabos. He’s $999.00 pesos. (That’s $72.29 USD.) Um. Ridiculous. On amazon.com, he’s $58.88. Why the price difference? I’m…
Happy Birthday!
Trophy Life and I in May 2011. Oh, dear friend. How I love you. I smile when I think of the day you were born. Primarily because you and your twin were a surprise to your parents. Well, one of…
Another post about Lila. This one with severe bruising.
So I’m at work today and I get a text message from our nanny. (We text throughout the day.) For some reason, the beginning part was cut off by Telcel and whatever she typed didn’t come through. “[receiving text] no…
![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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