Sweet, simple, everyday moments.
The things we forget in the chaos, but we snap throughout the week. Nothing but a cell phone.
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Sweet peas from the farmer’s market.
They smelled soooo good. And were so pretty and happy on my coffee table.
But they are dead and in the garbage can now. Boo.
Ryley is a giant teddy bear with a heart beat. That dog is the world’s biggest cuddler.
She also sheds like nothing I’ve ever seen before.
It’s a good thing she’s sweet with the kids or I’d have sent her away by now.
Okay, not really. But still.
My favorite tutorials are the ones that say things like “No need to iron or measure. Just cut.” And then later, “This is just freehand. Not rocketscience.” Yesssssssss.
This is why I’m friends with Lindsey.
I made Henry and Lucy superhero capes a long time ago.
I didn’t make one for Jill because she couldn’t even really crawl at the time. And I knew that if I made her a cape, I was really making the cape for ME, you know? And truly, seeing the cape hanging around the house unable to be used might have actually been worse.
Now that she’s using her walker consistently (and even in the house!!!), I decided it was time.
Henry LEGIT, STRAIGHT UP, FULL ON VOMITED at the dinner table one night when we made him eat a brussel sprout.
No, HALF a brussel sprout.
So imagine my surprise when he asked to take a sip of my green juice. And then asked for his own glass. Slammed it, and asked for a SECOND glass…and then asked if I could make him one every morning like mine and Andy’s. (It has kale, spinach, cucumber, celery, red leaf lettuce, kiwi, and an orange in case you were wondering.)
In the meantime, I was plugging my nose, closing my eyes, and trying not to dry heave as I drank it. It actually tastes good…but my brain cannot get over how much it looks like duck poop water.
I also can’t eat cupcakes shaped like hamburgers, so this was probably a bad idea.
Our Goodwill is pretty awful. I always see people blog about their treasures, but it’s always just polyester and country blue bow wearing ducks at mine.
But the thrifting gods were smiling down on me last week. I got two globes (the little one is tin!), a perfect aqua soap dispenser (that still had the nastiest congealed lotion from 1982 in it), a brand new wasp catcher thing, and even a fire escape ladder.
I have been wanting a fire escape ladder ever since we moved into this house (4 years!), but always found 264 other ways to spend $100+ dollars.
At nine months old (WHAT?!), this kid still has no teeth.
His eyes are still gray.
And that shirt is a size 3 months. Granted, it’s snug, but it fits.
Because he’s all thigggghhhhhs.
Five year check up?
I mean, he’ll be 6 in a couple of months…but it seemed like we always had something going on or Jill was in an ambulance or something every time it was his appointment.
Poor kid was not happy at the shots…but he was STOKED when the nurse told him he didn’t have to get any again until high school.
Andy was gone all week in Dallas.
I texted him some Emoji of our family. In case he forgot.
We are quite the motley crew.
Skateboarding practice is in full swing.
The competition is TOMORROW.
You know, it’s this really hard balance…the truth is that Henry has some natural ability. He’s pretty good. BUT…he literally just started maybe four months ago? Maybe. There are kids his age that have been skateboarding since they were TWO. Like little Tony Hawk’s out there. It’s kinda crazy actually.
I don’t want to discourage him from participating…but I just worry that he’ll be so disappointed and discouraged that he might throw in the towel altogether. But, for as much as I’ve suggested maybe just watching this year and competing next year (he’s never even been to a competition before to know what it’s even like!)…he wants nothing of it.
In fact, he told me “Mom, it’s okay if I don’t win. I have my Rockstar Mini Fridge already.”
So, tomorrow morning I’ll be at the skate park at my very first skate comp. (You don’t say the whole word. It’s not cool. Obvs.)
I’m 100% sure I’m more nervous than he is. It’s like Toddlers and Tiaras without the skanky clothes. Okay, no. Not even close.
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