Monday, October 29, 2012

Happy Monday

Happy Monday!  We're waiting out the storm, school is closed, and my 10-year-old has decided to drive everyone crazy with "The Lion Sleeps Tonight."  How that got out there this morning I have no idea, but he has found it to be an effective tool in his evil plan to drive his siblings insane.  Well played, grasshopper.  Well played.

It might be a long day.  

Today, I am happy that we are safe (for now and hopefully for good) and that we are all together.  

Today I am also happy for girls' weekends spent visiting grandpa.  Little Meems and I packed up the dog and the family truckster and headed to Staunton this weekend to visit my dad, who was playing bachelor because my mom was out of town.  This is a man who had just spent two weeks abroad, and I'm sure had a boat load of things he needed to get done, but he put them all on hold for his daughter and granddaughter.  He even got roped into doing a fundraiser "fun run" for CASA with us on Saturday morning.  But I think he had fun.  I do know his daughter enjoyed it.  His granddaughter, well, she beamed from ear to ear.  Little girl is lucky to have 4 wonderful grandparents.  And, little girl stumbled upon something she loved - running - as she managed to totally dust us.  

Happy for happy memories!

Little Meems was thrilled she and Pop Pop had matching shoes!

My inspiration.

Super runner...

...super girl.

Friday, October 26, 2012


It has happened.  My son has overtaken me in size.  Just shoe size for now, but if the length of his shorts is any indication, it won’t be long until the size swap is complete.

I recently bought some Converse All-Star gray low-rise sneakers.  When I brought them home I laid them on the kitchen table.  A little while later, my son appears, wearing the shoes, thanking me.

“I really like these.  I never thought about gray, but it’s kinda’ cool!”

As I love the little guy too much, I actually considered going along with it and pretending they were a surprise gift for him.  Alas, I really wanted those things, and had finally bitten the bullet and bought them.

I explained that actually, they were for me.  Luckily, he wasn’t too upset.  But I knew he liked them (let’s be clear, the kid likes shoes.  period.).

“Maybe we can share them!  They’ll be yours, but maybe I can borrow them sometimes.”

Um.  No, little guy.  Boys don’t share clothes with their moms.  Luckily, I could tell he thought it sounded a little awkward as soon as he said it.  Also, I’ve seen your shoes, and I’ve smelled your feet and I wash your socks.  Your laces are frayed and somehow you’ve lost all the insoles, and then there’s this.
These are black suede shoes.  That were put away wet and developed a white, furry fungus that he thought was frost.  In May.


“Well, I’m sure you’d rather pick out something for yourself, so let’s do that, OK?”

Never one to turn down the promise of new shoes, he agreed.

I am reminded of recent conversations at the bus stop concerning sneaker balls and Gold Bond powder and newspaper remedies for foot odor.  And of sleeping in clothes and trying to get out the house wearing those clothes ("But Mom, I took a shower last night -- they're CLEAN.")  And of wearing socks over and over before washing because they like them so much.  Darn you Nike Elites for being so darn expensive and making me do laundry more than once a week!

Share shoes?  God bless your little baby heart you sweet, sweet naive boy.  I will share most anything with you.  I will go to the ends of the earth for you.  But share your shoes??

You must be out of your mind.

Thursday, October 25, 2012

Dear Child

Dear Child,

Mommy and Daddy make rules for a reason.  We like to try to give you privileges, but privileges come with a price, and that price is responsibility.  The rules are to teach you to be responsible and keep you safe.

Remember the rule about the electric scooter?  What happened when you disobeyed?  Three weeks in a full arm cast with a broken elbow isn’t much fun is it?

You seem to need to learn lessons the hard way.  The irony is that you are probably my most naturally responsible, instructions-following child.

I am putting the tiny Swiss Army Knife away for a few years.  Yes, the one you were SO excited to find.  The one you promised you’d never use without an adult present.  The one you said you were just excited to have because your older brother has one.  Somewhere in that room of his.  I think.  Who knows.

You’re curious.  I love that.  You are interested in the world and how it works.  You are imaginative and motivated and, despite your protests, you love learning new things.

But you have to respect rules.  Next time, your sliced thumb may require stitches.  Or reattachment.  You are so very, very lucky the result of your curiosity wasn’t more severe.  And I love you for trying to doctor it yourself and clean up the mess you made in the bathroom.  But next time, let Mommy and Daddy take care of it.  We’d rather see the initial consequence of your betrayal than the bloody mess of a hand, arm and clothing you presented when you realized it was too much for you to handle.  Oh, and the state of the bathroom that suggested a chainsaw massacre.

You are sweet, you are smart, you are loving and kind.  You are a wonderful kid and a joy to our lives.  Let’s keep it that way.


Tuesday, October 23, 2012

It Must be the Lipstick

I recently received a very nice compliment.  Someone I know told me I always look “so nice…so perfectly put together and just, well, so together!”


If she only knew.

I will take the fact that she said the same thing twice as a compliment -- a “words escape me” kind of thing (which happens to me so very, very often).    

I thank my parents for the “perfectly put together,” especially my mother.  Even though she made us get dressed up for every little family function and we were always overdressed, sweaty and not wanting to get our white slacks dirty playing baseball when all the other cousins were wearing cutoffs, we LOOKED good.  And I still tend to overdress most of the time.  It could be a southern thing.  Southern lady advice handed down through generations of presentable and perfectly put-together women.  Women who woke up and immediately applied lipstick.

Better to be overdressed than underdressed.
You never get a second chance to make a first impression.
You always need a little color on your face.
Every girl needs a little sparkle.
Classics are never boring.   And they never, ever go out of style.
If you're ever in an accident, you want your underwear to be presentable.
(this from my grandmother, who was terrified the emergency personnel working to resuscitate her would judge her if her underwear was less than)

Look closely at me today and you will see that my toenail polish half-gone.  You will notice the coffee stain on the bottom of my dress that I tried (unsuccessfully, apparently) to remove in the bathroom with cold water.  And the residue from the paper towel used to rub it out.  At the top of my dress you will see the grid pattern of my ironing board because I used a too-high setting and scorched the fabric.  It’s shiny and puckered.  My hair is super flat and it doesn't move.  On the advice of a stylist I decided to just wash it every OTHER day, and condition the ends on my non-wash days.  Only I used too much conditioner and it’s pulling everything down so my hair is flat and…filmy is the only way I can describe it.  It's like it melted.  Dry shampoo didn’t help, in fact I think it made things worse.  And itchy.  I was so distraught over my  hair this morning and getting the kids dressed and doing some final cramming for a 3rd grade food chain test that I may or may not have brushed my teeth.  I hope there’s gum in my purse.

Maybe my friend is myopic.  Maybe SHE'S a mess and I look good by comparison.  Maybe I’m the only one who’s looking closely enough to see the mess that I am.  Maybe she got a look at me and was trying to make me feel better.  Maybe it IS all about lipstick.  I dunno.  I am, literally, chaos in high heels this morning.  Maybe I should stop trying to analyze it and feel flattered.

Who doesn't love a compliment?  

Friday, October 19, 2012

World Without Mushrooms

Gasp!  Can you imagine no portabellos?  No criminis?  No truffles???

Asked to explain why decomposers are important to an environment, Little Meems answers:

"Decomposers are important to our environment because if we did not have any mushrooms, what would we do?"


Think about that a while.

Monday, October 15, 2012

Happy Monday

As always, on Monday mornings I am happy for busy weekends and family time.  I am also happy for this guy.  He is the giver of a little peace and quiet for this mama.

I am happy for good friends.  We met in college, and in many ways have grown up together, as now our children are doing.  Also happy for impromptu sleepovers!

I am happy for this fella.  He's gotten HOURS of use and he's only been ours for less than 48 hours.  My chimney is happy for him too.

 My son is happy.  So I am too.

Tuesday, October 9, 2012

Scenes From a Weekend

This is Little Meems and her friend at their Indian Princess campout.

This is Little Meems scaling a 5 story pole to zip line.

This is Little Meems in all her thrill seeking glory.

These are the dimples I love seeing so very, very much

 Here's to memories made, courtesy of one amazing Dad.


Monday, October 8, 2012

Happy Monday

Happy Monday!  To catch up...

Happy in Disneyworld with my 4 favorite people.

Happy at home catching up on laundry.

Happy for go karts with my boys.

Happy for cooler weather and my slow cooker.