Sunday, March 29, 2009
Thursday, March 26, 2009
why does the floor around the shoe shelf inevitably look like this at the end of every single day while the shelf remains virtually empty?
There are no easy answers to these questions. Until there are, I guess I'll have to continue to endure Anderson's squinting, the CSIs fumbling around in the dark, and the nightly ritual of shoe scooping.
a youngster between 10 and 12 years of age, considered too old to be a child and too young to be a teenager.
Here's my tween. There was something about this moment that made me want to capture it. Maybe it's because she usually wears her hair in a ponytail and today it was free-flowing, or maybe it was because she was using the laptop, but she looked different to me today. I can't explain it, but when I walked into the living room and saw her lying on the rug, she took my breath away for a split second.
Tuesday, March 24, 2009
Monday, March 23, 2009
Thursday, March 19, 2009
Tori brought this heart eraser to me and asked me to kiss it 4 times. I obliged. I asked her why and she said that it's for when she's at her sleepover at Gramma's this weekend. She will kiss it "at night, in the morning, at lunch, and in the car." Then she added, for additional "awww" effect, "it will be like I'm kissing you." I'll miss you, Tori!
Wednesday, March 18, 2009
The boots have been packed away, the mittens and hats have been washed and also packed away. The heavy coats have been removed from the hooks in the kitchen and relegated to the hall closet, not to be seen for another 8 months. When I ordered my coffee at the DD drive through yesterday, I requested the iced variety. Winter is over (fingers crossed) and spring is officially just days away. The girls have been spending hours outside without wasting valuable time bundling up. It's funny how their view of snow changes as the winter months trudge on. When the first flakes fell waaaaay back in December, (or was it November?) they couldn't get their gear on fast enough and get out the door. They didn't care how cold it was or how much snow was in their boots, as long as there was hot chocolate waiting for them when they came inside, they were oblivious to the elements. Now that they've donned their Crocs and capris for the first time, any weather forecaster who even hints at snow is the viewed as the enemy. Before we say goodbye to winter for the last time, here are a few pictures of the girls having fun in the winter of '08/'09. The top picture shows the girls and their friends from the neighborhood with their snow fort. They painted it, Jackson Pollock style, with food coloring and water. It was a masterpiece!
Sunday, March 15, 2009
Saturday, March 14, 2009
After 7 years and 105,000 miles, we traded in our 2000 Ford Windstar. The tempermental "automatic" sliding doors no longer opened. On the rare occasion they did open, they wouldn't close. Well, sometimes they closed, only to pop themselves right back open. When the steering wheel was turned to the left, a moan resonated from somewhere deep within. The tired engine rattled, hissed, and whistled as if protesting my waking it from its slumber. It was time to retire the old girl. Jacey, Bryn, and Devin were thrilled to get the new car, but Tori was so sad. Let's rephrase that. She was despondent, heartbroken, and completely shattered by the experience. She valiantly tried to hold in her tears, but once the deal was done, she crumbled and the tears began to flow. She wanted to spend time in the van , so while I cleaned out our CDs, maps, Chapstick , and other items, Tori said her goodbye. She rubbed the dashboard and kissed it. She told the van that she would miss it and thanked it for keeping us safe all these years. She asked me to take pictures of her in it and write a list of all the fun times we had in the van. We remember...
- The drive to Maryland last summer
- Riding in the back with our feet dangling from the Maryland house to the water, listening to OAR's Blackrock
- Countless trips to NH for weekends of swimming and relaxation
- Car dancing down our street
- The drive home from Todd's mom's house on Christmas Eve. The magic of the lights and the season filled the car with joy and anticipation.
I promised to make her a collage of the pictures I took to hang in her room and she calmed down and was fine...until my husband opened his mouth. Tori, Devin, and I were reading on my bed when Todd came to kiss them goodnight. He said to Tori, "What do you think our van is doing right now? Do you think it's lonely? Do you think it's wondering where its family is"? Once again, she sunk into despair. After many more cuddles and reassurance that we would make lots more memories in the new car, she finally went to bed. She has never been one to willingly embrace change, but I never thought she would react like this about the car. My sweet, sensitive baby. Speaking of babies--here's my newest one...
Wednesday, March 11, 2009
Sunday, March 8, 2009
Now for the mushy stuff. What can I say about Tori? She is pure joy. She fills my heart with light and love. Her exuberance and zest for life are contagious and never fail to make me smile. She is friendly, smart, empathetic, cheerful, and simply delightful. Tori has big dreams and plans on holding down many careers, from a dance teacher to a vet, as long as she "doesn't
A really great event took place today. As the girls and I dug through the boxes of summer clothes looking for our capris, I spied a pair of mine that I bought in England 9 years ago. I haven't fit into them since the birth of Bryn. I gained kind of a lot of weight while pregnant with Bryn. OK, I gained a ton of weight. From about the fifth month, Todd called me Akebono. If you are not familiar with Akebono, click here for a picture. Envision my head on that body for a visual you won't soon forget. The problem was that I was never weighed at any of my prenatal appointments. It's kind of like the philosophical question, "if a tree falls in the forest and no one is there to hear it, does it make a sound?" For me it went more like this, "if a pregnant woman eats vat after vat of Froot Loops (imported to the UK at $8.00 per box) and no one is there to monitor her, will she gain any weight?" The answer to both of those questions is a resounding "YES". I seem to have drifted off topic. What was I talking about? Oh yes, the capris. I held the British pair in one hand and my comfy, cotton pair in the other. I decided to try on the British pair.....and they fit! Months of worshiping at the Billy Blank's Temple of TaeBo has finally paid off.
The point of all of this is that we had a fantastic, fun-filled, family weekend.
Saturday, March 7, 2009
The last 2 Friday nights have been date nights for Todd. He put on his casual best and went dancing with 3 lovely ladies. I wasn't one of them. I happily planted myself on the couch with the laptop and played Goober's Lab on Webkinz. Anyway, Todd escorted J, B, and T to the Father-Daughter dances at the high school. Jacey's dance was for the third, fourth, and fifth graders. Jacey had a fabulous time doing the Cha Cha Slide, Macarena, and other dances with her friends. Todd's eardrums nearly burst when the drumsticks of a local band were raffled off and the high-pitch squeals of 200 tweens reverberated throughout the gym.