I have quite a few repurposed windows as decorations in our home. I’m frugal and crafty which fuels my need to repurpose items. My first grader told me last week our house was decorated in “clean junk.” I was quick to give a vocabulary lesson. Not junk, but repurposed items. I write this as I stare at the weathered, vintage drawer front we found on an old homestead months ago. I’ve finally decided where to hang it. Sitting on my... [Read More]Read more
It was just a baby tooth, but it was his LAST baby tooth. It became another reminder that I can be emotional over just about everything.
Our 5th grader came bounding out of school with a big smile on his face yesterday. I asked how his day was, and he answered by pulling the side of his mouth open to show me the gaping hole where his last baby tooth had been hours earlier. A wave of sadness swept over me. I felt sucker-punched by this completely irrational emotional response I was having to a lost tooth.
B was ecstatic. He actually looked at me with a huge smile on his face and had the nerve to say, “One more step to being a teenager.” I must have looked stricken. He quickly gave me a hug.
My heart is soft, and my emotions are almost uncontrollable at times. Try as I may to not become weepy at every turn, the tears still well in my eyes. Who gets teary-eyed watching her son play “Ice, Ice Baby” during a band concert? This lady did. I’m just completely in awe of these people I gave birth to who are capable of doing so many things.
Up until yesterday, the last baby tooth had only been an obstacle in the journey to put orthodontic braces on B. I hadn’t thought of that tooth as the door closing on yet another part of childhood for my eldest. He’s one more step closer to being a teenager and most definitely more young man than boy.
His first baby tooth popped out right before the start of kindergarten. It went missing during snack time at Sunday School, never to be seen again. In the almost six years between first and last tooth, I’ve watched that squishy cheeked little boy who couldn’t match clothes morph into an Under Armour wearing tween who swaggers everywhere he goes.
It’s a good thing my family loves my mushy, weepy, sentimental side, or at least tolerates it. I see many more weepy mommy moments in my future. There is another band concert in a couple of weeks and heaven help me, 5th grade graduation.
I’m THAT mom. On Easter morning, I fixed my kiddos eggs and bacon that looked like a bunny. Surprisingly, my intention wasn’t to make anyone feel like less of a mom than me or to elevate myself to ‘Supermom’ status. I had eggs and bacon and saw a photo on social media of the above mentioned bunny. It took seconds to change the breakfast I was already intending into a memory for my children. Do I think less of the... [Read More]Read more
I’m never quite sure how to answer the question, “What do you do for a living?” My short answer: I raise people, but motherhood is not my job. This post has been mulling in my brain all week. Social media has exploded, again, with painting being a mom as the hardest job in existence. My problem comes down to the word “job.” Parenting is a lifestyle. Mama is who I will forever be. It isn’t a hat I can, or... [Read More]Read more
If there’s an upside to having a sick family, it’s being forced to clean house. Walls have been wiped, bedding stripped, pillows washed and furniture disinfected. My sick family gave me reason to start spring cleaning. I actually don’t mind cleaning, so purposefully setting time aside for spring cleaning fits my personality. I find the act of taking care of what’s mine to be rewarding. Cleaning out closets and drawers gives me a natural high. Getting rid of clutter helps... [Read More]Read more
Nothing ruins a perfectly good day quite like vomit. I arrived at school yesterday to pickup my boys and attend a PTO meeting. I asked the simple question, “How was your day?” and was met with a torrent of tears from my 3rd grader. I sent the other kids to the meeting room and tracked down one of the 3rd grade teachers to get help in deciphering J’s blubbering. It wasn’t the end of the world as the tears alluded... [Read More]Read more
April rolls around and I start summer travel planning. Three months is never enough time for me to see everything I want to. I’m continually adding onto a mental list of summer travel destinations. The USA has such a variety of locations for families to visit that I feel like the white rabbit from Alice in Wonderland. There are so few days to work with. We’ve never flown with our children. The price of flying and renting a vehicle has... [Read More]Read more
Tie dye is one of my favorite crafts to do with kids. We’ve dyed socks, t-shirts and twin sheets. I currently have a sack of dyed clothing ready to wash and dry. Our county’s first graders will converge on the public library in a few weeks to celebrate Wyoming Reads. Each first grader will be given a new, hardcover children’s book at the early literacy event. Each year the first grade classes at my boys’ elementary school tie dye shirts... [Read More]Read more
I’m an avid reader, raising a brood of book lovers. Each month I’ll share what we’re all reading and would love to hear what books you recommend. Me: Spirit of Steamboat: A Walt Longmire Story — Craig Johnson A Fatal Grace: A Chief Inspector Gamache Novel — Louise Penny The Scorch Trials — James Dashner Legend — Marie Lu Husband: A Clash of Kings (second novel, A Song of Ice and Fire series) — George R. R. Martin 11-year-old son:... [Read More]Read more
I wanted to change the shadow boxes hanging in my kitchen from cookie cutters to a specimen art piece for months. I stared at the four frames hoping for inspiration but came up with nothing. Enter the Internet, specifically Pinterest. Young House Love posted about a Christmas present Sherry created for John of copies of Boy Scout merit badges hung as specimen art in a frame. The badges were chosen by Sherry because they remind her of John. I’m a... [Read More]Read more