Monday, June 16, 2014
Then we turned four and wanted more.
Can you tell we are excited about the bikes we have sighted??
Now down the street we ride, as Mommy's heart swells with pride.
Thursday, February 20, 2014
Thursday, February 13, 2014
I started the day realizing that my plan to let cartoons babysit so I could sleep a little longer wasnt' such a good idea.
I stumbled downstairs and whipped up three bowls of cereal. Just as I was about to enjoy some flax and almonds (left over from my last health kick), I saw Emily take a nice, big bite of it, which she promptly spit back into the bowl.
I am now seeing the reason everyone is calling this snow event: Snowpocalypse 2014.
From used cereal, I went on to utter such phrases as:
"If you don't get down from there, Pluto's going to get it!" (As I held Pluto hostage).
"Drew, get out of Emily's space." (Repeated at least 10 times).
"Is that poop in my carpet?" (Yes. Yes, it was).
"No, you can't go outside and play, but I will feed you." (They accepted the offer).
The day wasn't supposed to go down this way. It's February 13-- the day of their class Valentine's Day party.
But, I should have known that nothing short of a snowpocalypse would occur when I actually had Valentine's ready almost a full week ahead of schedule.
The upside is the Valentine's are safely tucked away in a bag-- ready for the glorious day when preschool reopens.
Since I have nothing but time today, let me take you inside the creation of said Valentine's.
It's really a tale of love (and a little woe).
Here we are, ready to start. We only argued for a couple of minutes over who had the most dinosaurs. Then, perfectly in line with their personalities, Emily hoards hers and Drew lines his up.
Drew enjoyed picking just the right dinosaur for each of his friends.
Emily was equally as intentional as she picked just the right pair of socks for each of her friends.
Check out our "Hope you have a DINOmite Valentines' Day" and "Valentine, I think we are quite the PAIR" Valentine's!
In case any of you out there are thinking that this is just a little too sweet, a little too perfect, a little too Pinterest-ry...
There is a darker side to this tale of Valentine's love-- the woe, the low...
The tug- of- war over socks.
The meltdown over the Spiderman smack down.
The covert bagging operation.
The Olympic diversion.
Whoever said love never means having to say you're sorry has obviously never undertaken a craft project with 3 and a half year old twins.
While there are lots of free printables out there, I couldn't find just the right one for the DINOmite Valentine.
I stumbled upon a blog that suggested using PicMonkey. I've raved about PicMonkey before, but I love it even more after discovering how I could turn a jpg like this:
The whole process took less time than breaking up a fight over a stegosaurus.
Wednesday, February 12, 2014
Trying to reschedule would be akin to trying to find a loaf of bread at Wal- Mart right now.
Thankfully, the weather cooperated, and we had a safe, dry ride to Durham.
Today's visit was to check the progress we are making with the patching. As the doctor said at our visit in December, patching is hard and you want to know it's working-- even if that means going in every two months.
For a complete run- down of Drew's eye story, you can go here.
It's been quite a journey, especially since we started patching in October.
We are supposed to patch two hours a day, every day.
Most days we remember.
Most days he cooperates.
Some days he cries.
Some days I worry...
But, today, I was reminded why we keep on keeping on.
Today we learned that Drew's vision in his weaker eye (with his glasses on) has gone from--
20/150 in October
20/70 in December
The patching is working!
I must admit there were times during the exam when I got nervous, like when the technician showed him this image:
...and Drew hesitated.
Then I realized the problem had nothing to do with vision. The only phone this kid has ever used looks like this:
So, even though we clearly have a member of Generation Z, we can say--
Yes, the patching is working, so we patch on.
We are going for 20/20, with glasses, in his weaker eye. Once we're there, we'll wean off the patching and hope we are three out of four who holds steady without further patching.
The glasses, however, won't go away. He's still farsighted with astigmatism. But, according to the doctor, he should still be able to get contacts one day since we have closed the dramatic difference in his two eyes.
All in all, it was good news. And, as now is our tradition, we celebrated-- with a trip to Chick- fil- a and the toy store!
And, we were back home
Wednesday, January 29, 2014
I am not talking about the typical NC "snow" day that results in a condition known as snow day disappointment-- that sinking feeling you get when you realize all 421 weather models were wrong, the stockpiled bread and milk are unnecessary, and the only weather gear you'll be needing is an umbrella for the cold rain that is falling in the place of where your beautiful white snow should be.
No, I am talking about the rare snow day when we actually get-- SNOW!
Enough snow for...
*sleeping in because school and work are both out of the question.
*making snow balls and snow men/women and snow cream.
Yes, it was a glorious snow day today.
Emily and Andrew were up early this morning, and their first question was "Can we see the SNOW??"
And it was a question they asked all day long. So I decided to turn the tables and ask them a few questions.
Here's a recap of my snow interviews with each of them.
How did it feel with all of your snow clothes on?
Andrew: It was hard to walk!
What does the snow look like?
Andrew: It's white stuff. It's white like my blanket (as he rolls himself up in his blanket).
Emily: It's white and fast.
What does the snow feel like?
Emily: It's good and crunchy.
Andrew: It's cold. I got some snow. I put it in my mouth and it was really cold.
What would Jake and Izzy say about snow on the ship?
Emily: Snow and ice melt and make water.
Andrew: They would say they want to play with us!
What was your favorite thing about the snow?
Who goes faster?
Emily: No, Me!
Mommy: Okay, bad question. Moving on...
What's the best part of sledding?
Andrew: Going into the woods!
Emily: Going fast!
What's the scariest part of sledding?
Andrew: Going into the woods!
Emily: Going into the bushes!
If we built a snowman, what would you name it?
Emily: It would be a girl with a hair bow. Her name would be Sister.
Andrew: Michelle's snowman.
Andrew: Yeah, you know, Michelle, at school.
Hot chocolate or snow cream?
Andrew: Hot chocolate!
Emily: Hot chocolate!
Mommy: Drew, you certainly weren't disappointed with the snow cream.
Snow or the beach?
Mommy: I'll ask you again in June.
Tuesday, January 28, 2014
I think that word best sums up my 2014 so far.
Let me clarify, I am not talking about...
- the new Disney movie, Frozen, which we took the kids to see in early December as a surprise celebration of the improvement in Drew's vision as a result of the patching.
- or the way it felt to come back to December weather after our Christmas Caribbean cruise.
- or the recent polar vortex that sent us plunging to single digits before we jetted back to 60 degrees in the same week.
- I am also not talking about the way our hands and toes felt when we went tubing in the mountains a couple of weekends ago.
- Or how we feel at the ice skating rink during our skating lessons.
I am talking about a bigger deep freeze...
- the chill that seems to permeate my very being.
- the one that has turned my motivation into a glacier.
- the one that has stiffened my body into one, big, unmoveable block of ice.
I almost bragged on Facebook that I was proud of myself for not setting any new year's resolutions. Then I realized that quip wasn't necessary.
Obviously, with Christmas trees still up in mid- January, I wasn't trying to signing up for any races any time soon.
Then, it occurred to me that it wasn't just the trees that seemed to be frozen in time.
It was other things, too. Other small signs of the freeze that was setting in.
- like sitting around in a mess of a house, dishes piled high, in my pajamas, for days.
- or putting the long in the proverbial long winter's nap.
- or going to bed, like a hibernating bear, at 8:00, because, really, what else is there to do-- admire the icicles hanging from the unpacked suitcases that sat for weeks in our bedroom floor?
Then, it occurred to me that it wasn't just the little things that seems to be frozen in disarray.
It was a bigger thing, too. A bigger, more serious freeze had set in.
I wiped the frost away from my self- reflection long enough to realize I was frozen in the same kind of fear I thought I had cracked long ago--
- the fear that I am not enough.
- the fear that I might fail.
- the fear that what I think others think of me is more important than what I know about me.
No inspirational Facebook meme was going to budge it.
No well- meaning advice from my husband about "not letting the lows get too low or the highs get too high" was going to melt it.
No self- talk backed by 38 years of hard- earned experience was going to chip it.
This is the part of the story where I am supposed to transition into the moment where my faith and wisdom kicked in, where a good friend gave me a much- needed pep talk, where I looked at my children and realized just how strong I am.
But, the truth is, the story didn't go down that way.
A freeze that deep doesn't dissipate overnight.
But what I've learned is you don't have to stay out in the cold.
So I've come back inside and I am trying to warm up.
I pick up the shoes that are stacked at the bottom of the stairs. I load the dishwasher and finally dust the TV stand. I push past the self- imposed bedtime of 9:00-- if only for 30 extra minutes. I make up the bed and hang up my towel.
And then I take on bigger things.
I get to work-- early. I engage with a lingering project that has been waiting for the right day. I think of a new idea and I pitch it. I sign up for a class-- just for the sake of learning something new. I end an email with an encouraging word.
I make some plans. I create my signature to- do list. I run some numbers. I finish a blog post.
Make no mistake...I am not lighting any fires yet, but I am gathering the tinder.
Monday, December 30, 2013
Sure seems like it, though.
In the last month, we have gone on a big family vacation, celebrated Christmas, bid farewell to our elf, Candy, and sat around in our pajamas for days on end.
Yes, so much in so little time.
If I made resolutions, I'd resolve to capture all of the above in a timely fashion. But I gave up resolutions a long time ago.
Yes, so many stories to tell.
But today I'll let the pictures (and a short description) tell the story.
Tomorrow Marty and I will celebrate our 5th wedding anniversary. Part of our vacation this month included taking the kids on a week-long Caribbean cruise-- a cruise almost identical to our wedding cruise. We even snapped a picture in front of the same glass sculpture.
Yes, so much in so little time.