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Archives for November 2012
What’s been going on this week?
Here. Let me show you in instagram pics our current life. (I’m TwoPretzels. Follow me.) We decorated our Christmas tree and we all LOVE it. Lila added to the canvas that she’s been working on for the past 3 weekends….
Heartwarming.
This ad makes me happy. I like seeing Michael J. Fox smiling. —
My dance costume retrospective.
A couple of years ago when my Mom came to visit Cabo she brought with her some extra pics of my childhood. She thought I’d want them. I did. But after looking at the pics I solidly decided that she…
The closed office door.
Usually when I encounter a closed office door, I refrain from knocking and decide to come back to said office at a later time. I figure the person working behind the closed door is either doing something confidential (pumping? in…
Happy Thanksgiving from…
…five-year-old Pilgrim Kylee and my cabbage patch, Mel.
On Thanksgiving.
Things are good. I’m thankful for my marriage. For my husband. For us. I’m thankful for my babies. I’m thankful that Lila tells me I’m her best friend and that when Vivi wants me to hold her she says, “hug?”….
Yep. It happened. When toddlers notice differences in people.
Completely unrelated image: Lila drew this. It’s a volcano. I love her. It happened to Craig first. He and Lila were at the airport a month or so ago picking up his Mom. They were inside in the waiting area…
Meet: my family
Last week we did our first ever family photoshoot. The girls did so well. I mean, modeling is tough work. M&M’s and bribery helped immensely. Vivienne also held some Burt’s Bees chapstick throughout the first 30 minutes of 1-hour shoot….
While you’re shopping this holiday season. Use Giveback.org.
*Nope, I’m not compensated for this post. I’m writing it because I love giveback.org. Basically, you start a foundation of your own so that you can give back to whichever organizations and charities that you choose after you shop online….
Things I know for certain.
That’s my computer. She’s back in my hands after 1 month and 2 days. FREE repair. New screen. New logic board. SWEET! 1. I probably couldn’t name all of the planets, but that’s ok. 2. I still don’t have a…
Four things.
1. I MIGHT GET MY COMPUTER BACK TODAY. I’m hoping nothing “radical” changes before today at 5:20. (Why 5:20? Because it’s Mexico. That’s why.) 2. Speaking of Mexico, usually our neighborhood grocer has a big container of raw shrimp for…
![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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