So, I've got new colors and a new layout on the blog, and I am digging it! It is a simple frame, and simple, clean colors. Needed to spruce things up and "change the furniture". Ever get that urge? ;o)
The last two days have been glorious. Hot, sunny, and breezy in the evening. Swimming in the pool, playing with the kids, neighbors running all around. It is certainly the summer and the games have begun! (shhhhh .... I've been playing a wee bit 'o hookie the last two days .... working from home.)
I have a budding chef, folks. How about that?! I love eating, no doubt. Big fan of a yummy home cooked-by someone else-meal, however, enjoy dabbling in the kitchen myself. BUT, oh, the giddy joy, my 5 year old is a big, huge, excited fan of cooking shows! :O) YAY!
I always knew my kids would surprise me in SO many ways ... C was a sports watching infant. I mean, captivated by the sports on TV. Never watched kiddie shows save the occassional Baby Einstein video (gasp! yes, VIDEO) but he stopped in his tracks to find focus on anything sports, and rightfully so, he is a sportsman to the *inth* degree now ......
So, my thinking is this - if K is feeling her mojoe with the cooking shows, perhaps I can nurture this and be very, very well fed in just a coupe of years???? It is a reflective moment, yes? She asks me at least 10 times a day "mommy, what show is on Food Network now?" My answer ... "uhm, don't know that schedule well yet" (but I am LEARNING!) "I'll check it out ..." She even asked daddy to TiVo her 6-7 PM show tonight before he left for his babseball game. Can you imagine?
Oh, I am all tingly thinking about the delicious yummies! :)
So, this Friday we head out for vacation to Maine for an extended weekend. Sean is playing in a babseball tourney that he has for the last 6 years or so. It's a great excuse to head back to his home town and see the posse, hang with the kids, and spend some quality time in an amazing state. We then have taken the next week off for vacation. Sean needs it BADLY. Time for a breather from work! He is anxious to get his new adventure off the ground, and next week will be the perfect time to focus on that.
K and I then head to NYC the following Friday for a dance competition (and now coined "Girls Town" weekend) with my nieces. My oldest niece is competing for National Dance Champion. She has an amazing shot for it, but the competitors are tough at this one as they are from all over the country, and all Title Holders. Keep your fingers crossed ..... K has requested just one thing (well, besides oohing over her cousin K that is!) to go to the American Girl Doll store. When I mentioned that to someone else who has been there, she looked at me and said "bring the bank". Ugh.
But really, it is so fun to just have girl time, and be away with her. It's neat too, because this is only one of our traditions. The others are birthday related, and of course holiday time related with just she and I.
C and I need to find a few more now that I think of it.
National K day. National C day. My friend Fransie had these days for her kids (with their name of course) and I loved that idea!
So, that's all for now .....
good night!
Tuesday, June 27, 2006
Sunday, June 25, 2006
sing along with me here .... "school's out for summer!"
wahoooooo!!!
Finally, finally the squirts are out for the summer months. 2.5 glorious months of swimming, playing, traveling, and just being a kid.
:O)
I am so excited for the fun, the chaos (remind me of that when I am d-o-n-e, k?) and yes, even the mayhem. But most of all, excited for the scrapping and picture opps that come with kids around all day. ;)
We ushered the first weekend in with more rain, and blah temperatures. BUT, they swam, and had friends over, and stayed up later than normal ..... yep, summer is here.
Let the memories begin.
yahooo!
Finally, finally the squirts are out for the summer months. 2.5 glorious months of swimming, playing, traveling, and just being a kid.
:O)
I am so excited for the fun, the chaos (remind me of that when I am d-o-n-e, k?) and yes, even the mayhem. But most of all, excited for the scrapping and picture opps that come with kids around all day. ;)
We ushered the first weekend in with more rain, and blah temperatures. BUT, they swam, and had friends over, and stayed up later than normal ..... yep, summer is here.
Let the memories begin.
yahooo!
Thursday, June 22, 2006
Girlfriends
I love my girls. I have 6 treasured gifts from my long-ago past that have stuck with me, by me, for me, beside me, and around me. The oldest friends have known each other for (gulp) 33 years. Kindergarten friends, C and I. :O)
I had a great week this week. I am very tired from it, but it is a delicious tired, one where you feel the pain and you remember how you got there, and the laughing-so-hard-tears-rolled-down-your-face-abdominal-workout, get there ... and you smile again.
I had the kindergarten moms (helping moms) dinner Tuesday with the other mom from my class and the two from the PM class and the kinder teacher. It was bittersweet (there that is again!) but oh, so much fun! There were some teacher's aides that attended, and we really tore it up in a pretty fancy restaurant. Food was delicious, but the company was wonderful! Laughed, oh, we laughed so hard at so many things! Girls, and older women, just really enjoying being who we are, and bringing up these babes.
I went out with my girlfriends last night. We have instituted a once a month girls night out (GNO) and a once a month (more like 3-4 times, actually) kiddie play date with all 13 kids. Mine are the oldest, and they are spreadout all the way until a wee 3 month little fella. We had dinner, and then they dragged me (read: kicking and screaming .... NOT!) to a bar that we haunted many, ahem, a few years ago.
Side splitting, face hurting, silly laughter was abounding all night. We were like teenagers giggling about goofy things we used to do, and silly things we still do. We are all married to terrific men, and all very strong relationships. We share so much history it is utterly astonishing!
Such good stuff.
I had a great week this week. I am very tired from it, but it is a delicious tired, one where you feel the pain and you remember how you got there, and the laughing-so-hard-tears-rolled-down-your-face-abdominal-workout, get there ... and you smile again.
I had the kindergarten moms (helping moms) dinner Tuesday with the other mom from my class and the two from the PM class and the kinder teacher. It was bittersweet (there that is again!) but oh, so much fun! There were some teacher's aides that attended, and we really tore it up in a pretty fancy restaurant. Food was delicious, but the company was wonderful! Laughed, oh, we laughed so hard at so many things! Girls, and older women, just really enjoying being who we are, and bringing up these babes.
I went out with my girlfriends last night. We have instituted a once a month girls night out (GNO) and a once a month (more like 3-4 times, actually) kiddie play date with all 13 kids. Mine are the oldest, and they are spreadout all the way until a wee 3 month little fella. We had dinner, and then they dragged me (read: kicking and screaming .... NOT!) to a bar that we haunted many, ahem, a few years ago.
Side splitting, face hurting, silly laughter was abounding all night. We were like teenagers giggling about goofy things we used to do, and silly things we still do. We are all married to terrific men, and all very strong relationships. We share so much history it is utterly astonishing!
Such good stuff.
Monday, June 19, 2006
Advice
sometimes you hear something, or get something from somewhere (email in this case) that speaks volumes to you.
The timing is phenominal, the poignancy incredible.
This is one of those things.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Wear sunscreen.
If I could offer you only one tip for the future, sunscreen would be it. The long-term benefits of sunscreen have been proved by scientists, whereas the rest of my advice has no basis more reliable than my own meandering experience. I will dispense this advice now.
Enjoy the power and beauty of your youth. Oh, never mind. You will not understand the power and beauty of your youth until they've faded. But trust me, in 20 years, you'll look back at photos of yourself and recall in a way you can't grasp now how much possibility lay before you and how fabulous you really looked. You are not as fat as you imagine.
Don't worry about the future. Or worry, but know that worrying is as effective as trying to solve an algebra equation by chewing bubble gum. The real troubles in your life are apt to be things that never crossed your worried mind, the kind that blindside you at 4 p.m. on some idle Tuesday.
Do one thing every day that scares you.
Sing.
Don't be reckless with other people's hearts. Don't put up with people who are reckless with yours.
Floss.
Don't waste your time on jealousy. Sometimes you're ahead, sometimes you're behind. The race is long and, in the end, it's only with yourself.
Remember compliments you receive. Forget the insults. If you succeed in doing this, tell me how.
Keep your old love letters. Throw away your old bank statements.
Stretch.
Don't feel guilty if you don't know what you want to do with your life. The most interesting people I know didn't know at 22 what they wanted to do with their lives. Some of the most interesting 40-year-olds I know still don't.
Get plenty of calcium. Be kind to your knees. You'll miss them when they're gone.
Maybe you'll marry, maybe you won't. Maybe you'll have children, maybe you won't. Maybe you'll divorce at 40, maybe you'll dance the funky chicken on your 75th wedding anniversary. Whatever you do, don't congratulate yourself too much, or berate yourself either. Your choices are half chance. So are everybody else's.
Enjoy your body. Use it every way you can. Don't be afraid of it or of what other people think of it. It's the greatest instrument you'll ever own.
Dance, even if you have nowhere to do it but your living room.
Read the directions, even if you don't follow them.
Do not read beauty magazines. They will only make you feel ugly.
Get to know your parents. You never know when they'll be gone for good. Be nice to your siblings. They're your best link to your past and the people most likely to stick with you in the future.
Understand that friends come and go, but with a precious few you should hold on. Work hard to bridge the gaps in geography and lifestyle, because the older you get, the more you need the people who knew you when you were young.
Live in New York City once, but leave before it makes you hard. Live in Northern California once, but leave before it makes you soft. Travel.
Accept certain inalienable truths: Prices will rise. Politicians will philander. You, too, will get old. And when you do, you'll fantasize that when you were young, prices were reasonable, politicians were noble and children respected their elders.
Respect your elders.
Don't expect anyone else to support you. Maybe you have a trust fund. Maybe you'll have a wealthy spouse. But you never know when either one might run out.
Don't mess too much with your hair or by the time you're 40 it will look 85.
Be careful whose advice you buy, but be patient with those who supply it. Advice is a form of nostalgia. Dispensing it is a way of fishing the past from the disposal, wiping it off, painting over the ugly parts and recycling it for more than it's worth.
But trust me on the sunscreen.
^^ By Mary Schmich Chicago Tribune, June 1997 ^^ (thanks, Kim !)
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
With all that I have been experiencing, and all that we as a family are working through regarding time moving *too fast* , this was a "give me pause" moment this morning.
We had an amazing weekend .... S and I spent the entire weekend outside just playing, and watching our kids play with friends, and family. We spent hours last night talking after the kids crashed, filled with pride, filled with love, and really looking forward to the summer. We revelled in the fact that we are the 'two luckiest parents in the whole world' as far as we were concerned.
We are in a transition, and for us, as parents, it is one of the most bittersweet transitions I think we've been grappling with. Our babe is no longer a baby; and our big boy has gotten even bigger in so many ways. The energy, and excitement are breathtaking. And the reality is, wrapping our arms around NOT putting the brakes on for them, is the root of that 'give me pause' moment. It is their time to grow, and live, and experience.
Thank goodness we have each other. ;-)
and here's another beautiful letter that I read recently.
!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Dear ____________:
May my children grow up to be confident, may they be healthy, independent adults, caring for themselves and reaching out to others. May they have a long, successful life, and grow from failures and errors I have allowed them to make. May they have loving, and helpful mates, and satisfying careers. Give me peace and contentment, and when time marches on, help me let them go.
Author Unkown.
The timing is phenominal, the poignancy incredible.
This is one of those things.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Wear sunscreen.
If I could offer you only one tip for the future, sunscreen would be it. The long-term benefits of sunscreen have been proved by scientists, whereas the rest of my advice has no basis more reliable than my own meandering experience. I will dispense this advice now.
Enjoy the power and beauty of your youth. Oh, never mind. You will not understand the power and beauty of your youth until they've faded. But trust me, in 20 years, you'll look back at photos of yourself and recall in a way you can't grasp now how much possibility lay before you and how fabulous you really looked. You are not as fat as you imagine.
Don't worry about the future. Or worry, but know that worrying is as effective as trying to solve an algebra equation by chewing bubble gum. The real troubles in your life are apt to be things that never crossed your worried mind, the kind that blindside you at 4 p.m. on some idle Tuesday.
Do one thing every day that scares you.
Sing.
Don't be reckless with other people's hearts. Don't put up with people who are reckless with yours.
Floss.
Don't waste your time on jealousy. Sometimes you're ahead, sometimes you're behind. The race is long and, in the end, it's only with yourself.
Remember compliments you receive. Forget the insults. If you succeed in doing this, tell me how.
Keep your old love letters. Throw away your old bank statements.
Stretch.
Don't feel guilty if you don't know what you want to do with your life. The most interesting people I know didn't know at 22 what they wanted to do with their lives. Some of the most interesting 40-year-olds I know still don't.
Get plenty of calcium. Be kind to your knees. You'll miss them when they're gone.
Maybe you'll marry, maybe you won't. Maybe you'll have children, maybe you won't. Maybe you'll divorce at 40, maybe you'll dance the funky chicken on your 75th wedding anniversary. Whatever you do, don't congratulate yourself too much, or berate yourself either. Your choices are half chance. So are everybody else's.
Enjoy your body. Use it every way you can. Don't be afraid of it or of what other people think of it. It's the greatest instrument you'll ever own.
Dance, even if you have nowhere to do it but your living room.
Read the directions, even if you don't follow them.
Do not read beauty magazines. They will only make you feel ugly.
Get to know your parents. You never know when they'll be gone for good. Be nice to your siblings. They're your best link to your past and the people most likely to stick with you in the future.
Understand that friends come and go, but with a precious few you should hold on. Work hard to bridge the gaps in geography and lifestyle, because the older you get, the more you need the people who knew you when you were young.
Live in New York City once, but leave before it makes you hard. Live in Northern California once, but leave before it makes you soft. Travel.
Accept certain inalienable truths: Prices will rise. Politicians will philander. You, too, will get old. And when you do, you'll fantasize that when you were young, prices were reasonable, politicians were noble and children respected their elders.
Respect your elders.
Don't expect anyone else to support you. Maybe you have a trust fund. Maybe you'll have a wealthy spouse. But you never know when either one might run out.
Don't mess too much with your hair or by the time you're 40 it will look 85.
Be careful whose advice you buy, but be patient with those who supply it. Advice is a form of nostalgia. Dispensing it is a way of fishing the past from the disposal, wiping it off, painting over the ugly parts and recycling it for more than it's worth.
But trust me on the sunscreen.
^^ By Mary Schmich Chicago Tribune, June 1997 ^^ (thanks, Kim !)
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
With all that I have been experiencing, and all that we as a family are working through regarding time moving *too fast* , this was a "give me pause" moment this morning.
We had an amazing weekend .... S and I spent the entire weekend outside just playing, and watching our kids play with friends, and family. We spent hours last night talking after the kids crashed, filled with pride, filled with love, and really looking forward to the summer. We revelled in the fact that we are the 'two luckiest parents in the whole world' as far as we were concerned.
We are in a transition, and for us, as parents, it is one of the most bittersweet transitions I think we've been grappling with. Our babe is no longer a baby; and our big boy has gotten even bigger in so many ways. The energy, and excitement are breathtaking. And the reality is, wrapping our arms around NOT putting the brakes on for them, is the root of that 'give me pause' moment. It is their time to grow, and live, and experience.
Thank goodness we have each other. ;-)
and here's another beautiful letter that I read recently.
!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Dear ____________:
May my children grow up to be confident, may they be healthy, independent adults, caring for themselves and reaching out to others. May they have a long, successful life, and grow from failures and errors I have allowed them to make. May they have loving, and helpful mates, and satisfying careers. Give me peace and contentment, and when time marches on, help me let them go.
Author Unkown.
Friday, June 16, 2006
It feels weird.
She celebrated her promotion to first grade today.
I knew it was coming, Kindergarten was awesome. She has blossomed with Mrs. G. Just like her big brother did.
She graduated from K today. Graduated. It's done. Her first year of "real school" is over. How on earth did that happen?
So, today, at the celebration, as I watched C sitting there, on S's lap, watching the ceremony (all sibs were invited to attend because it was during school time today) I found myself recalling *clearly* him being part of that celebration last year, and HER sitting on S's lap watching. He just finished K, and was moving on to first grade. She was still a babe.
How is it that I am the mother of a first grader and a second grader already?!
How? S just said to me earlier today, only one more week of 11:45 bus drop at home. She will get on the bus with her brother next year, and ride home on that same bus. 8:30 AM - 3:30 PM - BOTH kids. All day.
what?
And then tonight, the mother-daughter pajamarama at school. We all wore our pj's and did our hair, nails, a craft project ... ate, danced, socialized. And I watched my daughter communicate and socialize with kids from every grade. She addressed them by first name, and chatted with them like they were lifelong buddies .... my babe - at 5 - with 8,9,10,11,12 year olds. Huh?
I think the last post I had here I said that I thought she grew some wings this week. She did. They grew fast, and they began to flutter before they were even complete. I saw them tonight more than I have ever seen them.
It's enormous the feeling of watching your heart on the outside of your body become a little girl like this ...... I am so proud, and so in love with the little person she is. I am eternally grateful for the gift she is.
I just so wish that time were more forgiving.
And as a side note of keeping it all in perspective, I am so excited for the years we have at this school, too (5 more FULL ones!) - the foundation of their education. I love the group of people, the administration, the curriculum, the teachers, the atmosphere. I am thrilled to be part of an incredible community of support, and nurturing. I am thrilled to have my kids be part of such a wonderful community. And ecstatic that this is the primary years for them. Solid, and amazing.
I knew it was coming, Kindergarten was awesome. She has blossomed with Mrs. G. Just like her big brother did.
She graduated from K today. Graduated. It's done. Her first year of "real school" is over. How on earth did that happen?
So, today, at the celebration, as I watched C sitting there, on S's lap, watching the ceremony (all sibs were invited to attend because it was during school time today) I found myself recalling *clearly* him being part of that celebration last year, and HER sitting on S's lap watching. He just finished K, and was moving on to first grade. She was still a babe.
How is it that I am the mother of a first grader and a second grader already?!
How? S just said to me earlier today, only one more week of 11:45 bus drop at home. She will get on the bus with her brother next year, and ride home on that same bus. 8:30 AM - 3:30 PM - BOTH kids. All day.
what?
And then tonight, the mother-daughter pajamarama at school. We all wore our pj's and did our hair, nails, a craft project ... ate, danced, socialized. And I watched my daughter communicate and socialize with kids from every grade. She addressed them by first name, and chatted with them like they were lifelong buddies .... my babe - at 5 - with 8,9,10,11,12 year olds. Huh?
I think the last post I had here I said that I thought she grew some wings this week. She did. They grew fast, and they began to flutter before they were even complete. I saw them tonight more than I have ever seen them.
It's enormous the feeling of watching your heart on the outside of your body become a little girl like this ...... I am so proud, and so in love with the little person she is. I am eternally grateful for the gift she is.
I just so wish that time were more forgiving.
And as a side note of keeping it all in perspective, I am so excited for the years we have at this school, too (5 more FULL ones!) - the foundation of their education. I love the group of people, the administration, the curriculum, the teachers, the atmosphere. I am thrilled to be part of an incredible community of support, and nurturing. I am thrilled to have my kids be part of such a wonderful community. And ecstatic that this is the primary years for them. Solid, and amazing.
Thursday, June 15, 2006
10 inches
that's what she had cut from her tresses.
10 inches of delicious red hair.
It will make "someone that had to take medicine because they are sick, and their hair got pushed out of the head" very, VERY happy. Without question.
I love her hair! She looks so beautiful, and so grown up, and so happy, and just so beautiful!!!
I love it even more because SHE wanted to do Locks for Love. :O)
I cannot wait to get the pics back .... (man, I think I need digi, don't I?!) ;)
She graduates from Kindergarten tomorrow .... I think this week she's grown some wings. {sniff, sniff}
Time is relentless .....
10 inches of delicious red hair.
It will make "someone that had to take medicine because they are sick, and their hair got pushed out of the head" very, VERY happy. Without question.
I love her hair! She looks so beautiful, and so grown up, and so happy, and just so beautiful!!!
I love it even more because SHE wanted to do Locks for Love. :O)
I cannot wait to get the pics back .... (man, I think I need digi, don't I?!) ;)
She graduates from Kindergarten tomorrow .... I think this week she's grown some wings. {sniff, sniff}
Time is relentless .....
Tuesday, June 13, 2006
I am feeling ... overwhelmed.
It won't last. I know. It's just always hard to muttle through it, you know?
Things are fine, really, nothing awful. School is coming to a close, summer activity is gearing up. Plants are planted, pool's open and clearing out s-l-o-w-l-y, kids are excited, and energetic. I am just all a-buzz with the "details"
Did you ever see Bridges of Madison County? Remember the part when the weekend affair is over, and the family returns, and she is in the kitchen cooking / preparing / placing food on the table - camera pulls away, voiceover begins:
"my family returned, and I ... I started again, and returned to my life of ... details."
I think of that line so often. Especially at times like right now. I love, love, love my life. I feel so fortunate, and so blessed. It's really amazing to me how one family, one life can have this much to do - Teacher's gifts, cards to write, bills to pay, pictures to develop for gifts, more to take, ready the outdoors for guests in the evenings, weekend activities, birthday parties, dinner plans, girls night at school, Kinder graduation, young author's tea, field trips, helping mom dinners, girls night with my girl friends ... baseball games, hockey practice, gymnastics classes, piano recitals, going away for the 4th of July and vacation ....details.
All good stuff. Really super, great stuff, truly.
And no different than any-other-mother-on-the-planet! That makes it so .... so tolerable.
:)
Phewf. I feel so much better.
Validated, really.
Thanks. I needed that!
Off to sleep ... (not on the to do list, and really should be number 1).
More tomorrow about these deliciously intriguing little people that are completely rocking my world! I love them so much. :)
Things are fine, really, nothing awful. School is coming to a close, summer activity is gearing up. Plants are planted, pool's open and clearing out s-l-o-w-l-y, kids are excited, and energetic. I am just all a-buzz with the "details"
Did you ever see Bridges of Madison County? Remember the part when the weekend affair is over, and the family returns, and she is in the kitchen cooking / preparing / placing food on the table - camera pulls away, voiceover begins:
"my family returned, and I ... I started again, and returned to my life of ... details."
I think of that line so often. Especially at times like right now. I love, love, love my life. I feel so fortunate, and so blessed. It's really amazing to me how one family, one life can have this much to do - Teacher's gifts, cards to write, bills to pay, pictures to develop for gifts, more to take, ready the outdoors for guests in the evenings, weekend activities, birthday parties, dinner plans, girls night at school, Kinder graduation, young author's tea, field trips, helping mom dinners, girls night with my girl friends ... baseball games, hockey practice, gymnastics classes, piano recitals, going away for the 4th of July and vacation ....details.
All good stuff. Really super, great stuff, truly.
And no different than any-other-mother-on-the-planet! That makes it so .... so tolerable.
:)
Phewf. I feel so much better.
Validated, really.
Thanks. I needed that!
Off to sleep ... (not on the to do list, and really should be number 1).
More tomorrow about these deliciously intriguing little people that are completely rocking my world! I love them so much. :)
Tuesday, June 06, 2006
How Much?
How much wood
would a wood chuck chuck
if a wood chuck could chuck wood?
That's what he's mumbling.
In bed.
As he's trying to get to sleep.
I stood at the door, looking in, trying to get into his head.
Smiling, mostly, at the idea of him saying this over and over.
And over.
He peered out, and said "mom, is that you?" I don't answer, so he goes back to mumbling his chant. Moving around his bed, shifting his Hopper, and his pillows all the while mumbling
"how much wood would a wood chuck ....."
Do you think it's his way of counting sheep?
;o)
would a wood chuck chuck
if a wood chuck could chuck wood?
That's what he's mumbling.
In bed.
As he's trying to get to sleep.
I stood at the door, looking in, trying to get into his head.
Smiling, mostly, at the idea of him saying this over and over.
And over.
He peered out, and said "mom, is that you?" I don't answer, so he goes back to mumbling his chant. Moving around his bed, shifting his Hopper, and his pillows all the while mumbling
"how much wood would a wood chuck ....."
Do you think it's his way of counting sheep?
;o)
Monday, June 05, 2006
trophies & smiles
Little miss K had an end of year Gymnastics Show yesterday and she did terrific! It was a very fun show, full of activity and entertainment. She has improved so much, and just beams with pride at her accomplishments!
She was beside herself with happiness with the awards she received as well, and also the performance she put on!
She achieved three trophies at the show. One for being a participant on the team this year, one for the $$ she raised for the cartwheel-a-thon, and one GIHUGANT one for placing third in the most cartwheels in the 'a-thon.
How about that? :-D
Loved it ... and of course, once the photos are back my way, I will post, surely.
more yummy things-
Can we talk about smiles? man, are the smiles formed from a little face that which angel dust is made from?
it is astounding the sheer beauty, and incredible pleasure I gain from the small, curved up corners of a little mouth? from the white teeth, albeit larger than looks appropriate in said mouth, but glistening, and pretty .. to the sparkle in the eyes of the mischievious thinking critter.
I love, love, love the smiles I am given. I remember, like it was yesterday, that first smile. That not-the-gas-smile smile on the pink cheeked human I called mine. To this day, the smiles that are shared do the very same thing to my heart.
to my soul.
they take my breath away.
It is slices of sheer pleasure when they smile that unadulterated grin. Sometimes I *know* they are up to something with the smile. And sometimes, they are just happy.
always, that smile makes me warm.
I think I'll always feel like this.
I hope so.
She was beside herself with happiness with the awards she received as well, and also the performance she put on!
She achieved three trophies at the show. One for being a participant on the team this year, one for the $$ she raised for the cartwheel-a-thon, and one GIHUGANT one for placing third in the most cartwheels in the 'a-thon.
How about that? :-D
Loved it ... and of course, once the photos are back my way, I will post, surely.
more yummy things-
Can we talk about smiles? man, are the smiles formed from a little face that which angel dust is made from?
it is astounding the sheer beauty, and incredible pleasure I gain from the small, curved up corners of a little mouth? from the white teeth, albeit larger than looks appropriate in said mouth, but glistening, and pretty .. to the sparkle in the eyes of the mischievious thinking critter.
I love, love, love the smiles I am given. I remember, like it was yesterday, that first smile. That not-the-gas-smile smile on the pink cheeked human I called mine. To this day, the smiles that are shared do the very same thing to my heart.
to my soul.
they take my breath away.
It is slices of sheer pleasure when they smile that unadulterated grin. Sometimes I *know* they are up to something with the smile. And sometimes, they are just happy.
always, that smile makes me warm.
I think I'll always feel like this.
I hope so.
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