1/2 dozen

Happy New Year!

2011-12-31T20:00:00.001-05:00

Proof in the Pics...

2011-12-30T18:12:00.003-05:00

My last weight loss post...2012 I'll embark on a new quest!

Goal time again?

2011-11-03T18:04:00.002-04:00

Every year I set a new goal for myself. Is it really approaching the end of 2011? Pretty soon we will be living in 2012, when I thought, as a child, we would be flying around in cars like the Jetson family. My goal for 2011 was to get healthy, otherwise known as LOOSING WEIGHT. My goal for 2012 is much more difficult and will be extraordinarily laborious – but when I make up my mind, well, I make up my mind. I can't post about my 2012 goal just yet, however. I digress.
As much as I loathe photos of myself, I feel I would be remiss in omitting a photo this time. I've lost 50 pounds. I met my goal for 2011 – lets hope 2012 will be as kind to me!

Apple Turnovers

2011-06-16T11:47:00.006-04:00

Ever catch yourself saying, “If only.” I'm guilty. I have a terrible case of what I call “Wanderlust” right now. If only I could travel to Italy, or just a quick NY trip. I'm just dying to get out and see the world. Of course, travel is expensive, and with the major commitments I have on my time right now, travel is not really an option. Thankfully, we have a few small trips planned this summer to get me through! Maybe it's just a need for some “change” here and there that keeps me going...
SO, apple turnovers. I'm getting to that. One summer when I was in middle school, I remember having these same type feelings. Wondering what in the world was out there for me and what in the world I could do to find it. I've seemed to struggle with this for most of my life. Anyway, the phone rang. My uncle, a truck driver, had a semi full of apple turnovers to be delivered to McDonalds – he had broken down. Since the refrigeration in his truck had been inoperative for about 2 hours, McDonald's would no longer accept the turnovers. So, he called us. The turnovers were still frozen and perfectly fine, so my parents came back with them. About 500 of them. An entire stand alone freezer SLAP FULL of turnovers. Can you say HEAVEN? We didn't eat out much, even McDonalds. My mom cooked everyday – so “fast food” in the freezer was beyond cool. I had turnovers for breakfast, brunch, after lunch snack, before and after dinner snack, bedtime snack, just anytime snack – I ate a lot of turnovers. It didn't take long before the didn't seem so “heavenly” to me. I was sick of them. I'm 36 years old and I still don't think I've eaten a McDonalds apple turnover since then.
My point? Grass is always greener on the other side. I think it's normal to wish to do things, even buy things, to see things. However, at the end of the day you have to step back and see how awesome YOUR life really is. Apple turnovers were awesome for a while, but I missed my mom's grits and eggs for breakfast!
I'm sure I could find quite a few women who would love to be in my place – mom to some wonderful kiddos with a fantastic husband.... Now I just need to talk my fantastic husband into taking me to Italy...
My oldest boys are at Scout Camp this week. Here a few of my little ones enjoying summer...

Where is your joy?

2011-05-17T18:26:00.001-04:00

I have about 2000 wedding photos to edit and another 30+ bridal images to edit, and a maternity session to prepare for. Ugg. As much as I adore and have a passion for photography – and yes, I still want a photography degree, the business end is not really fun. Yesterday I dropped everything and cleaned house. Cleaned my sewing room more specifically. Just seeing the shiny hardwood made me SO happy. Then, though I'm not known for my abilities in the kitchen, I tried a new recipe and it was SO yummy, and I was so happy. Next, I finished another pair of shorts for Lacey, helped Travis assemble our new patio furniture, helped with some homework and I was STILL SO HAPPY.
I have a tendency to get so infatuated with learning and growing (specifically in photograph as of late) that I forget about all of the simple things that really do make me happy – like shiny hardwood floors. I've decided that maybe I need to stop perusing “joy” so hard ! If I stop for a minute it's right in front of me!! In conclusion:
1) I think the trick to all this is finding balance, and right now I'm all out of sync.
2) I'm never 100% satisfied with myself. I'm critical of every photo I take, every meal I cook, etc.. UGG. There needs to be 3 of me to get everything done – the way I want it.
3) I'm wondering when I really KNOW, for sure, what it is I'm supposed to be doing with my life.
Maybe I just need to go clean some closets...

"Arriving at destination, on right."

2011-05-06T18:13:00.003-04:00

If you have a GPS in you car, you have probably heard this phrase. My GPS voice has a British accent which I simply adore. Something melodic and easy about that accent, simple yet eloquent. I have been beating myself up lately, wondering if I will ever feel that I have truly “arrived.” Have I met the destination I have been traveling towards, or have I just blazed by checkpoints and kept going. My list of checkpoints and destinations is fogging my brain. Here are a few:

1. I don't write enough. I have a blasted English degree and I don't write – not even this puny blog. WHY? FEAR. I'm a coward. I know I have very judgmental eyes that read my blog, and maybe I'm just afraid of failure, or being labeled, judged. But, alas, it is time to write. I've started a novel – because the story in bits and pieces has been in my head for over two years, and it's time to put it on paper. As for blogging, I had decided to write on my photo blog, but I prefer the Blogger set-up; it's just easier. So I'm back to blogging – I even have it on my calendar.

2. I want another degree. I'm seriously considering going back to college either for a masters, or start over and earning a photography degree. No, no dinky tech “joy of photography class.” I want the full blown, real deal. Maybe in a few years.....I'll never grow tired of photography.

3. All my children will be in school next year. WOW. I need to work on ME. I've already started this journey, but next year I'll have more time to refine things a bit. I've lost nearly 40 pounds, and I am thrilled, but there is still work to be done!

4. Sewing and music. They seem to get pushed to the end, but they need some revitalizing as well. I sewed my daughter 6 pairs of ruffle shorts for summer this week, and I practiced a dozen on so hymns on my flute. I'm petrified of losing or forgetting what I worked so long and hard to acquire...

So, have I arrived? Heck no. Not by a long shot. I could add 10 more things to this list and still not be finished. I am hard on myself though, and I have to wonder, will I be 80 years old and still feel like I have yet to arrive. I hope not. The mere thought gives my chills....

Me and my biggest fan - gosh I love this man! (Blogger is making the picture look BAD though - I will have to figure out why...

Time

2010-08-13T12:38:00.003-04:00

I'm simply in awe of how quickly time seems to be passing lately. It seems the world may be spinning a bit faster that I want it to. My children are growing up right before my eyes – if I could just freeze them for a while I would so love it. I will have a high school freshman, a new “middle schooler,” a fourth grader, and my baby girl has only one more year at home. WOW. Just yesterday I had toddlers, just yesterday I was changing diapers. I was a “new” mom. At 35 I'm feeling incredibly “middle-aged” lately! But, new doors are opening, new chapters unfolding. I'm enjoying all the new adventures that have come knocking at my door lately. I'm excited to open the door and let the new experiences change our lives for the better. I'm waking up each day looking forward to what's ahead – and what's ahead looks just as awesome as what I've left behind each night as I close my eyes. Hard work really does pay off – in more ways than I could ever put into words. Time, fast and furious, brings everything to light – it cannot be escaped – so I'm embracing it!

POTW - Simple Pleasures

2010-03-16T17:34:00.006-04:00

Today has been great - spent some time with a dear friend on her birthday and did a lot of packing. Sometimes a "hum drum" day makes my wheels start turning. When it's all said and done, these low key days are simple pleasures. Time to piddle, take some photos, just enjoy a beautiful day.

My "Simple Pleasure" List:

Photography (I can't get enough - my total PASSION!)
sewing (nothing makes m happier than my daughter in my dress)
Sunshine (Can you say, "Spring Fever??")
Chocolate (DOVE. love)
Books (I could be completely surrounded...)
Trustworthy friends (and anyone who knows me knows, I take secrets to my GRAVE, LOL)
Family Time (I adore my family. My husband is my loyal, faithful, ROCK.)
"PINK" lotion from Victoria's Secret (TO DIE FOR)

I could go on and on.....

Enjoying a "down" day with my girl:

Life!

2010-03-14T15:56:00.002-04:00

I love blogging. I really, really do. However, time has not been on my side lately! We have been so busy and it's only going to get busier in the next few weeks! The weather is getting warmer (WHOHOO!), baseball season is beginning, we closed on our new home on Friday – so many new beginnings for our family. I'm bursting with excitement. I have plans on top of plans, my calendar is filling up. Life is taking off in an amazing way and I feel extremely blessed. My mom always tells me, “just keep doing what you know is right....” This is what I've been doing, as best as I can, and the parts and pieces of my life are coming together; great new business, new house, health, happiness – I'm overwhelmed. Please forgive me for the lack of blogging – I'm busy living!

Taken on the grounds of our new home!

POTW - Books

2010-02-22T17:15:00.002-05:00

SO, I don't like this photo but my life has suddenly gotten SUPER crazy - in a good way though. I don't have time to re-take! I LOVE books - English major here people! I love the smell of them, the feel of crispy pages, falling apart or brand new, books are wonderful! I never studied in my dorm in college if I could help it. I always found a quiet spot on the second floor of the library to get my study time in. Something comforting about being completely surrounded by words!

POTW - Peace and Comfort

2010-02-14T09:39:00.004-05:00

So, I'm terribly far behind of photo-of-the-week assignments. I'll have to make up “signs” at some point, but for now, I'm just going to push forward!
Peace and comfort can come in many forms for me. I have found that when I am the most “at peace” are the times when my family is all together. Caleb and Dylan go to their dad's every other weekend. While I think they are safe there, I never have the complete feeling of comfort that I have when all my kids are in my sight – under my wing. There is just something calming (and wonderful) about being able to check into bedrooms at night and see all my children safe and snug. This weekend we had snow. WHOHOO! I am so thankful that is snowed THIS weekend, while everyone was home. I'm thankful that mother nature timed the snow so that I got to witness the sheer happiness of snowball fights, snowmen, red noses and frozen grins. Peace and comfort in the freezing snow is a magical thing.

POTW - Handmade

2010-01-28T12:41:00.004-05:00

In a world full of plastic, fast and cheaply made items, we sometimes lose perspective on how easy “things” are for us to acquire now. We want a new blanket for our bed, we simply drive to the nearest Target and pick out one. We bring it home, slap it on our bed and when we crawl in at night feel the warmth of our new purchase. During the short time ago that was my father's childhood, the quilt that kept him warm at night was painstakingly and lovingly made by his mother. My grandmother, who died before my birth, sewed all her children's clothes and bedding. My father was the youngest of 10 children, so this was no small task. The quilt that has always been my favorite was made from flour sacks. Some pieces are so tiny, I would have probably just trashed them. My grandmother, however, didn't live in my fast and easy world. She saved every tiny scrap to create this hand stitched quilt. I remember it on my bed throughout my childhood as well. It was almost like an “Eye Spy” game to me – every time I'd look at it I'd notice another interesting fabric. This quilt is extra special – the small hand embroidered hand print is my father's hand print. She stitched “1955” and a number “4” in the center of the hand. My father's hand was so tiny when he was 4 – he was little once too, and thanks to a grandmother who must have always wanted to remember the size of his tiny hand, now I get to witness it too. This quilt is nothing short of a work-of-art to me. I hope to one day leave something this special for my future grandchildren, and that they will appreciate “handmade.”

Old Farmers Advice

2010-01-27T13:56:00.001-05:00

Found this on a friend's blog and loved it too much not to pass along! Wonderful advice, so much of it seeming really relevant to my life at one point or another!

Old Farmers Advice:

Your fences need to be horse-high, pig-tight and bull-strong.

Life is simpler when you plow around the stump.

A bumble bee is considerably faster than a John Deere tractor.

Words that soak into your ears are whispered...not yelled.

Meanness don't jes' happen overnight.

Forgive your enemies; it messes up their heads.

Do not corner something that you know is meaner than you.

It don't take a very big person to carry a grudge.

You cannot unsay a cruel word.

Every path has a few puddles.

When you wallow with pigs, expect to get dirty.

The best sermons are lived, not preached.

Most of the stuff people worry about ain't never gonna happen anyway.

Don't judge folks by their relatives.

Remember that silence is sometimes the best answer.

Live a good, honorable life. Then when you get older and think back, you'll enjoy it a second time.

Don't interfere with somethin' that ain't bothering you none.

Timing has a lot to do with the outcome of a rain dance.

If you find yourself in a hole, the first thing to do is stop diggin'.

Sometimes you get, and sometimes you get got.

The biggest troublemaker you'll probably ever have to deal with, watches you from the mirror every mornin'.

Always drink upstream from the herd.

Good judgment comes from experience, and a lotta that comes from bad judgment.

Lettin' the cat outta the bag is a whole lot easier than puttin' it back in.

If you get to thinkin' you're a person of some influence, try orderin' somebody else's dog around.

POTW- Sweet

2010-01-19T17:34:00.001-05:00

I have to admit, I have a lot of “sweet” in my life. When I think about all the syrupy sweet deliciousness I have in my life I realize that I'm incredibly blessed. What's even more amazing is that I probably don't deserve half of this yumminess. I decided upon my one “sweet” based upon this photo of Lacey and Travis; wonderful daddy, husband, and love of my life.
The father/daughter relationship is so important to me. Being close to my own father, I know how many times I relied on his strong and sincere backbone to pull me through. Lacey will be my shopping buddy, she will share a love of pink and purses, shoes and such, but there is nothing quite like the way she runs to greet her Daddy every evening when he returns from work. She puts her hands on his cheeks and squeezes him like she hasn't seen him in weeks. It's a sweet, sweet love. She has him wrapped around her little finger!

For the Birds

2010-01-11T16:56:00.001-05:00

We recently celebrated my husband's 42nd birthday, and birthdays always make me think. I remembered the first Christmas gift I ever gave him (before we were married) and then just a few short days later I gave him his first ever birthday gift from me. The birthday gift was a shirt and a huge bag of bird seed. Birdseed?? Yes, because his Christmas gift was the bird feeder in this photo. Here it stands, still making multitudes of birds very happy, five years later! We both love bird feeders and it's surprising such a simple, inexpensive gift can bring us so much joy and evoke so many memories. Happy Birthday to Travis, my rock, my support, my heart and soul. May birds feast in our yard for many years to come!

POTW - Home

2010-01-11T16:34:00.002-05:00

There are little corners of my house that I love and parts that I do not hold so dear. You know, those little nooks that seem to attract clutter and out-of-place bobbles. If I were willing to spend lots of money I think I could make my house look exactly like the vision in my head – but would it really be worth it? Considering I have four children, several of which throw, sling, swash buckle, "allioop" everything that enters their hands – NO – not worth it. But everyone needs a roof overhead, a spot in this big universe that brings them happiness; a little fragment of earth and timber that they call their own. For me, my home must bring me peace and comfort and must be filled with the footsteps of those I love. It must be a sanctuary and offer security on many levels. When I have all these elements, I am home.

POTW - Beginnings

2010-01-07T10:40:00.004-05:00

So here we are, January, a new year, a new beginning. “Beginnings” are wonderful – they are times to renew, wipe the slate clean and try to do better, and achieve more. The ultimate new beginning was granted by our Savior when he died so that we may have the chance to repent of our sins. It is wonderful to know that no matter how far we fall, we have the chance to change, to climb back up the hill and try again. Sunrises are stunning examples of new beginnings. Every morning the vibrant colors of the sun streak across the sky as if to say, “Go away dark and bitter night. It's my turn again.” So whether by the “sun” or the “Son” we have the daily capability to begin again, for this I am so grateful! I also would like that thank all of you who believe in me, who know my character and what I stand for and for never doubting me. We will make this “beginning” extraordinary!

Sunrise – 7:30 AM January 7, 2010 (from my front porch again!)

A very cold beginning!!

**I added the POTW themes to the bottom of my blog for easier access! **

Cold

2010-01-03T16:44:00.002-05:00

Today is January 3rd, and it is cold almost beyond description. But since I have a degree in English that I seldom use, I will dust it off and share a few adjectives that describe the weather. Let's see: frigid, blustery, numbing, bone-chilling – well, you get the idea. I'm not well-equipped for the cold. Being a flip-flop wearing summer girl, this is a tough time of year for me. I just want to bundle up until it's over! But, I have been working on my attitude. I think of how many people would love just one more day on this earth, one more day to wake up to a new sunshine, and yes, feel the chill of winter on their noses. If today were my last – I don't think I'd complain about the cold.
I find it very difficult anymore to go a day and NOT take a photo. Photography is therapy for me on so many levels. So I ventured as far as my front porch to get a few shots on this beautiful January 3, 2010. As the wind was paralyzing my fingers, I snapped a shot of the sky and sun – so beautiful in every season of the year, and one of my darling Dylan. Dylan, a boy of age eight, seems to be immune to Jack Frost – but that is the nature of boyhood I think – and I will save that for another post. Happy winter.

One Word - 2010

2009-12-31T22:42:00.003-05:00

One word. That's it. No lengthy resolutions spanning into paragraphs of promises that are hard to keep. No spectacular goal that seems to get farther and farther out of reach as the new year progresses. My friend, Connie, has inspired me to choose one simple little word – a word that will ring in my thoughts throughout the new year. A word that can be easily be remembered and called upon when I need it most. One word that I will apply in my life to make me a better person in the year twenty ten.
As I contemplated my life and what 2010 may bring, I knew I needed a powerful word. A word that would represent resilience in old battles and entrepreneurship in new endeavors. I have a lot planned for the coming year, many of these plans have been in the works for a very long time. Plans that have now become a passion. In all my efforts, in my relationships with people, old and new, past and yet to come I need THIS – this one word:

You see, I lack courage quite often. I cower down in the name of peace and relent myself to the world around me. I receive 100 praises and allow one criticism to send me plummeting. I tend to care entirely too much about the one and don't appreciate enough the 100. I'm a lot like the lion, in the Wizard of Oz. If I can only get my courage, and keep it, I will be okay – more than okay. So, in 2010, I'm following my yellow brick road. I'm getting my courage.
My beautiful – oh so beautiful – children will give me courage, my unbelievably wonderful husband will be my rock, my friends will be my sounding board and my courage will remain. I will be able, with courage, to melt away the wicked witches of self-doubt and hopefully sway the arrows of mean people as well. No, I wont be perfect, but I will have the courage to keep trying.

I look forward to building on budding friendships this year. I feel my friends – and you know who you are – are kindred spirits. We will be courageous together!! Happy New Year to all. We are all blessed to see 2010 and to have the freedom to follow whichever yellow brick road that takes YOU where you need to be!

10 Again....

2009-12-20T20:50:00.005-05:00

Most people don't know that I love Science Fiction. I'm a serious Trekkie - one of the things Travis and I had in common when we started dating which I thought was WAY cool. Anyway, while perusing Amazon, where I spend way too much money on books, I stumbled upon a title that stopped me in my tracks and opened the flood gates on many wonderful memories. There it was, "The Wonderful Flight to the Mushroom Planet." I read this book when I was 10. I vividly remember picking it up at the bookmobile and reading it constantly until it was finished. I renewed it over and over all summer long. Upon it's completion, I forced my little brother to read it - and then the incredible adventure began. We spend all summer building pretend spaceships in the woods - designing control panels, concocting recipes for rocket fuel, drawing sketches of designs for space travel. This was probably the last summer I was really a "kid" before the middle school years kicked in. This book made me a SciFi fan. I ordered it a re-read it with very different eyes. I was worried that re-reading it would spoil the magic of it all, but it didn't. It re-lit my belief that amazing things are possible. And to quote a main character from the book,"You can never doubt. You must not doubt." I can't wait to share this book with my boys. This should be exciting...

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POTW

2009-12-15T17:13:00.003-05:00

I think the one reason I loved college so much was that I loved a good challenge. Challenge keeps the motivation going and prompts learning, and learning new things is good! Challenge also makes up step out of our comfort zones. So, I have a challenge for all my friends who love to take pictures!! If you click a pic with your cell phone or are more high tech, everyone can do this! POTW stands for Photo of the Week. Starting in January, our goal is to try to take one photo a week that fits our theme/assignment and blog it. There are no rules – it's all in your interpretation of the theme. We should get some very different photos depending of the interpretations of these themes. I hope some of you will play along. I can't wait to see what we all come up with. NO RULES – just FUN. If your photo leaves a lot to the imagination you may want a brief explanation of why you took that particular photo. I found a list very similar list to this but changed it all up to suit us! We can't exactly take many snow pics....
I will email this list to anyone who wants it!

POTW

01/04 beginning
01/11 home
01/18 sweet
01/25 handmade
02/01 signs
02/08 peace and comfort
02/15 books
02/22 personality
03/01 time
03/08 simple pleasures
03/15 old
03/22 spring has sprung
03/29 then and now
04/05 shoes
04/12 goals
04/19 nature
04/26 favorites
05/03 eye spy
05/10 keys and locks
05/17 planes, trains, or automobiles
05/24 barns
05/31 storytime
06/07 talents
06/14 color
06/24 architecture
06/28 action
07/05 sunrise or sunset
07/12 water
07/19 bloom
07/26 round things
08/02 from the garden
08/09 frolic and play
08/16 sand/dirt
08/23 into the wild!
08/30 in the air
09/06 style
09/13 travel
09/20 shadows
09/27 autumn beginnings
10/04 windows and doors
10/11 paths, or walks on them
10/18 family
10/25 haunted
11/01 the little things
11/08 old school
11/15 words
11/22 light
11/29 laughter
12/06 soft and fluffy
12/13 loose ends
12/20 brrr!
12/27 finales

Lovin' Life!

2009-12-08T11:53:00.003-05:00

Are you loving your life? I'll have to say that despite typical ups and down and frustrations that plague even the best of us, I can actually say that I am enjoying my life. I am where I want to be doing what I want to do – what else is there? I have four healthy, growing, annoying, hilarious, crazy children and Travis – the love of my life!! I've been up late studying and reading lately and the sleep-deprivation is even thrilling. I'm learning so much and everyday I can put something new into practice. There is so much this world has to offer - we just need to embrace it. I'm learning to ignore negative influences and contention – let's face it, misery DOES love company and I don't care to be there to appease them.
Found this quote and I love it, “When I stand before God at the end of my life, I would hope that I would not have a single bit of talent left, and could say, "I used everything you gave me." ~Erma Bombeck So let's do it people!!! Use what you have, follow your passion.

This is my happy girl on Thanksgiving Day. All the boys were passed out in the house after too much of Grandma's cooking!

The Pink Camellias

2009-11-30T21:44:00.001-05:00

On what should have been an average Monday, the day has wrapped with some lovely moments and some good memories. I think I've mentioned before about how Lacey collects things on our walks. She loves to have something in her hands. Rocks and sticks suffice, but if she can get her hands on a flower she is absolutely giddy. I so hope that she marries a romantic who will send her “pretty flowers” on a regular basis. Last week she got thorns in her fingers from insisting on a rose from her Daddy's rose bushes, and today she spied the lovely, plump, fluffy, pink Camellia blossoms on the Camellia bush. I really didn't want her to pull them off. I explained to her that once they were picked they would start to die and that they would be prettier for much longer if we left them on the bush. Her response, “Well, we can take a picture and then we will have them for a long time.” She is so MY child it is ridiculous. How did I not see this coming? So, we picked three choice blossoms, only three. We found a pretty glass from the kitchen cabinet and arranged them. Lacey went to her room and promptly returned with her camera, an old film camera that I gave her so she wouldn't get any ideas about using mine. We walked the yard and placed the little arrangement in various locations. Each time, she would take a picture, and then I would take one. I was trying to pay attention to the light, trying to find the perfect sun-kissed but covered spot. She had lots of suggestions as well. We ended up with a photo that I love, and a memory that I love even more. I will print this photo and hang it in Lacey's room. One day I will show Lacey's children the photo and will tell them the story of the pink Camellias, about how their mother suggested that a picture would make the pretty flowers last a long time. I guess she was right...

The Sewing Box

2009-11-28T16:49:00.003-05:00

This little sewing box holds a special place in my heart. It's been put away, for safe keeping, but I decided to bring it out and once again and make it a part of my home. Perhaps I remembered it due to the time of year – the coming of Christmas. This box once belonged to my paternal grandmother. She passed away a few years before my birth so I never had the opportunity to meet her. I've been told we a lot alike – same height, same build, and both have a love of sewing. But alas, this post is not about sewing or my sweet grandmother, it's about saving.

This antique box was a part of my bedroom growing up. It was always there, on my shelf, dresser, chest-of-drawers. I moved it around but it was always there. As a child of about 10 or 11 I really loved it. Not because is was antique or a keepsake, but because it had a “secret compartment.” Having two younger brothers, “secrets” were invaluable. The little tomato pin cushion could be lifted to reveal this compartment that I swore nobody knew was there except for me.
One day in the summer I embarked upon a self-imposed challenge. I decided that I wanted to buy everyone a Christmas gift with my own money. No help from the adults. I would start in the summer so I would have enough saved by December. The “secret compartment” would hold the loot and I wouldn't tell a soul what I was planning to do. So, for months and months I squirreled away my nickels and dimes in the sewing box. I would volunteer to help with the laundry in order to collect the change my dad left in his pant pockets. I would clean the kitchen and get a quarter – BIG money for our family at the time. I would regularly move the couch cushions to find more change. I honestly remember walking through parking lots looking at my feet just in case someone had dropped a penny or two! My endeavors were fruitful. My heart, full of pride, announced that I would be buying everyone a gift with my own money. I don't recall what I purchased for everyone. I do remember buying my grandma, my mother's mom, and pair of knee highs because I noticed hers had holes, and a tin of hard candy – her favorite. What has stuck with me is the feeling - the feeling of working hard, accomplishing a goal and getting to show love for my family in a way I had never done before. I have never forgotten what the accomplishment felt like. This lesson has carried over into my adult life. I want something, I work, I save, and it makes me appreciate to have what I've worked so hard for. I think if I could simply go out and buy everything I wanted, the appreciation would be greatly diminished., and the “newness” would wear off way too quickly.
So, I look at this sewing box – complete with the same little calico fabric scraps I placed in them as a child, and it makes me happy. It represents lessons I want to teach my children, and lessons I need to continue to implement in my adulthood. It represents how sometimes having less makes you love more, work harder, and in the end, find that you were never lacking to begin with.

With what you have...

2009-10-23T20:42:00.003-04:00

I was talking with a friend today about fund raising, when something from my past came to mind. Once upon a time, I devoted my entire life to playing the flute. I still do not know exactly why I majored in English instead of music performance, but English felt right at the time. I spent most of my four years in college in the Music department, practicing flute way more than studying my English texts. But here's the story:
In the sixth grade, I wanted to be in the band in the worst way. I didn't figure we would be able to afford an instrument, but I had to ask anyway. I remember the conversation like it was yesterday. My dad told me they would do everything they could to get me a flute, but I had to practice or it would be sold. I had to be serious about it. So, I played on the borrowed school flute for a while. The director let me come in at lunch and play too. We had a night meeting where the music stores brought in their instruments for sale. We looked at some used ones, but my parents just weren't liking them. I'm not sure why, because I knew a flute for me would be many sacrifices in other places. I didn't say a word, I just followed and watched. They settled on a brand new Artley flute and I was in AWE. My hands were shaking when I got home and took it from the case. I started practicing and played late into the night. My parents didn't even make me go to bed. By the night's end I was playing the last songs in the beginner songbook. Those were supposed to take me months to get to. This went on for many years. My junior year in high school, I auditioned for region band. I won first chair, beating about 500 other flute players. This meant I was ranked #1 in the eastern counties of SC. Now, if I had been a football player, this would have been on the news. I digress! Having made region band (they picked 12 flute players)I had the opportunity to audition for All-State band. I would complete against all the winners from every district in SC. Well, my flute broke. Two weeks before auditions. We went to have it repaired and the repairman said that it was just completely worn out. “How long do you practice each day?” The repairman couldn't understand how every pad, gear, screw was completely worn out. I had been practicing 2-3 hours everyday for 6 years. He said I needed a new flute – it was beyond repair. I went home empty handed and locked my room door and cried. Two weeks away from what I had worked so hard for and it was about to all be gone. A brand new flute was out of the question for us at this time. I prayed. I put it in the Lord's hands and asked for Him to help me. Saturday morning came around and my parents went to garage sales. When they came home my dad was beaming from ear to ear. He handed me a flute and said, “This lady bought it for her daughter who never practiced. It looks like new, and it was only $50. Play it for me and make sure it works." My dad, being raised Baptist, always wanted me to play “Amazing Grace.” I played. It was perfect. I was so happy.

Two weeks later, I auditioned for State and placed 8th chair. At this point I had won out over 550 players. As I sat in state band rehearsals, I was surrounded, ahead of me and below me by girls with $3000+ flutes. And there I was, the only one, with my $50 garage sale flute and I was still happy. If you want something bad enough, you take what you have and you give it 100%. Work your hardest, and you will be blessed. Our example was a child born in a stable and raised as a carpenter. Give it all you've got, never give up, and you will be happy. My parents had to ask me to STOP practicing. I drove them insane I know, but I'm so glad. Music has been a blessing in my life and it was worth every minute I practiced.
Work with what you have, add faith and hard work, and everything else falls into place.

Metamorphosis

2009-10-09T17:08:00.007-04:00

This time of year brings back many memories. Fall changes everything in the air; smells, textures, colors, it's all in the process of metamorphosis. This time of year, in 2004, I was in the middle of a divorce. I had made the decision to move out of my house (his house), and move into MY house. Seeing as I had a 4 year old, a 2 year old, and no job, this was going to be difficult to say the least. But I had decided to make it happen. So, I prayed, and then I prayed some more, and more. You get the idea. Finally one day I had some news that my aunt and uncle's rental mobile home was vacant and the rent was only $200 a month. It was a quick walk right through the woods to my parents home, and I knew my boys would love that! Excitedly, my dad and I went to check it out. It was hard to swallow. Holes in the wall (I could see the OUTSIDE from the inside), rats nests in the oven – it was falling apart. My dad looked at me, I looked at him. He said something like, “we can make it work.” I believed him – I always believe my daddy. So, the work began. I watched my dad constantly turn trash to treasure, he made something out of nothing over and over again. He used scraps and leftovers from other projects. We painted, hammered, patched and prayed. My mom cleaned and cleaned until the whole place reeked of the wonderfully sanitized smell of Clorox. The day came and 5 elders from the church in 3 pick-ups moved everything I owned all in one trip, and then unloaded it in my new home. It was home. The metamorphosis had begun. From wife to single mom, homeowner to renter, together to alone. What should have been a sad day, and I did shed a few tears, ended up being remarkable. I KNEW I could make it, I was independent, my boys were happy and I would be okay. To this day my boys still comment about how much they loved our little “trailer in the woods,” It was the happiest stop on earth. They often recount their wonderful memories of that home. I felt like it was a spot blessed from above. I discovered through this process that I thrive on independence. Being forced to make all the decisions all the time brought me “back to life,” and it was a good life. A family member told me, “It's so nice to have Christy back.” Perhaps we all need a "metamorphosis" in our lives, perhaps we all need something to bring us "back to life.”
Photos taken in October 2004 on the property where I was renting:

Clouds

2009-09-23T22:13:00.003-04:00

I aimed my camera heavenward today and snapped a shot of these beautiful clouds. I don't know why I took this photo - maybe it was just because the clouds were so perfectly "pillowish," or maybe it was because today is the only day I will stand under THIS sky. Life changes so fast, from instant to instant, breath to breath.
The flu has run like wildfire through my home for the past two weeks. We are finally coming out of its clutches and I am feeling so thankful. It was a great joy to witness these beautiful clouds, another day. Fall is here and I can already picture its warm colors perforating the skyline. Sometimes it's just enough to be alive.

Joy in Your Posterity

2009-09-10T20:57:00.002-04:00

My children make me happy, they make me crazy, ill, frustrated, proud, jubilant, joyous, afraid [insert your own adjective here], being a mother causes one to run the gamut of emotions! Yet it's this very roller coaster ride that causes me to wake up each morning glad to be alive, happy to have another day to be a mom, blessed just to have those sweet spirits around me for a little longer. In the end, it is this joy and/or pain that children bring that makes my life so fulfilling. This week's joy:

~Having Caleb recommend a book to ME, instead of vice versa. WOW. It's a book I haven't read too. I'm very excited about this.
~Having Lacey request a “group hug” from her brothers.
~Having Dylan tell me, “I need to get organized.” I had to ask him to repeat that one!
~All my boys had their noses in a book on the way to school this morning.
~Watching and listening as Lacey sang her baby doll to sleep.
~Cody finally setting his own alarm clock and waking himself now.
~Watching Lacey dance -- I fight the tears back every week!
~Caleb, “It's okay if I outgrow you Mama. That just means I'll be able to take care of you better one day.”

Little moments, sweet memories, joy in my posterity.

Dance

2009-08-26T12:46:00.006-04:00

Lacey is absolutely loving dance! From day one she walked right in and found her “polka dot” on the floor. Today was her third dance class, and the first day she paid me any attention at all! She is usually focused in on the teacher and won't even look at me. Today she decided to look at me while videoing and she got all confused! I'll hide next time!
In those sweet baby blue eyes I can see her determination and her resolve to do well. She concentrates and for the most part is very focused. Part of me wants to say, “Lighten up, just have fun.” But, people have been telling me that for years and it has never worked!! I can see so much of me in her personality, some things I wish I could change. I just hope she finds good friends who will love her and accept her for whatever she becomes – even if she is too “serious” and even if she does need to “lighten up.”
I wanted to take dance as a child, it just wasn't in the budget. I wrote story after story about ballerinas and a magical world full of dancers – my mom still has these stories. Every time we would go to the library, I'd find a book about ballet. Now, I have the opportunity to have a little ballerina of my own and it's thrilling. I am just so thankful for the opportunity. What a blessing.

Missing

2009-08-25T13:09:00.003-04:00

School in in session, and I miss my boys terribly. Several years ago, when Lacey was an infant and very mommy dependant, I was excited for the boys to return to school. Now that Lacey is not so attached, I had a summer where we all could do things together. We could take walks, swim, just enjoy the break. Now that they are back in school, the alarm clock, the homework, the football practice – it all seems to get in the way. It makes me miss them – the quality time – so much. I miss waking up to boys “camped” on the living room floor, casually pouring pancake batter on the griddle (because we had no schedule). I miss the hours of Slip & Slide, and late movie nights. Precious times. Maybe it was my imagination, but the weather seemed a bit cooler this morning as we loaded up the van. We still have many hot days of summer, just not many “free” days. I am thankful for every moment I am given to enjoy my children. I wonder if they miss me...

Peeking through the trees - sneaking a photo.

Moment

2009-08-25T08:27:00.002-04:00

What a moment. A few weeks ago, before school started back, I caught Dylan furiously writing on little white slips of paper. I didn't want to interrupt him, but I couldn't help myself. I asked him what he was writing and he said, “I'm writing all about my favorite parts of summer vacation. If I don't write it, I might forget. I had so much fun that I don't want to forget.” Needless to say, I broke into a mile wide smile. He was writing ,voluntarily, and he was enjoying it! This was one time spelling errors and such didn't bother me one bit. He loved our vacation and didn't want to forget any part of it – priceless moment!

Write. Wrote. It has been written.

2009-08-19T07:48:00.004-04:00

After a talk with my mother, we've concluded that I should not be a hermit. Maybe I should be more “hobbitish” and enjoy the comfort of dear friends, but fiercely exclude all that could be deemed villainous. I keep asking myself, “what is the point?” After pondering and researching, I LOVE to research, bear with me here, I'm basking in my geekdom; I found this spectacular quote:

“We sleepwalk through most of our lives and every once in a while something happens outside ourselves that forces us to pay attention in a new way...And we suddenly realize that the world is so much richer, and more magnificent, and more wonderful than we had felt for a long time."
--Scott Russell Sanders

Eureka! This is the point! These magnificent moments seem to be finding there way into my life quite often lately. Perhaps it is because I am in constant effort to find and enjoy them. Seeing the world in a “new way” makes each day something unique, a challenge. Just to notice the color of the leaves or the smell of the air can be invigorating. How many people who have passed on would havegiven anything to have just one more day on earth, even if they came back in the middle of a horrendous hailstorm? And yet here we are, living breathing, we have heaven all around us. Nextly, I love to write. I'm not much on crowds and speaking up to be heard, but writing – ahhh, it is that first breath of salt air at the ocean, that one little snowflake fluttering to the ground that might mean school is out, it's the way you felt the first time you kissed the man that would one day be your husband. Get the picture? I have to write.

Still there is this one “bite” that I can't swallow, and that is how to deal with those who do not like me. Those who read my blog just to have someone to make fun of. Those who take what I write and somehow claim that I am bashing them. Not hardly. I would not waste my energy. I guess I will always have to guard my heart, my blog, to some extent. However after giving a friend advice this week to not let mean people “run her off.” I must take my own advice and not be forced into hiding. Maybe a break here or there, but not into hiding. I know I'm not doing or saying anything wrong or hurtful, and as long as I know this, I have some shelter from fear, from people who have hate in their hearts.

Thank you my friends whom endure my rantings and bouts of indecision. Thank you , Mama. I'm so blessed to have you still in my life. Five years, cancer free this month.

The Point?

2009-08-16T22:53:00.002-04:00

Just wondering, really what's the point? This blog thing – I love it one day, hate it the next. I like to write what I think, what it on my mind. I DO LOVE to write. I like to chronicle my life and the lives of those of love. It's a journal of sorts, with photos included. BUT – don't most people hide their journals under their mattress or something? I have never hidden my handwritten journal, but it's only in the vicinity of near and dear, trusted family members. So, I have my heart out on my sleeve so everyone can read it – WHY? I don't have an answer. I think life is just easier when I take the advice of my husband. He basically stays out of everything and everyone's way. Can't get hurt, can't get talked about, you can't talk about anybody because there is no one to talk to when no one is there. Do I need people to read about my life – or do I just need to live it (and write about it) like “they” aren't there? Wasn't it Emerson who promoted a life of solitude? I'll have to research that, my brain is slowly leaking info and Ralph Waldo may have just fallen out. Maybe I could get out of crisis mode if I stayed away from that which causes the crisis.
I HAVE to update my business blog, business Facebook, business site. I'm thinking that my personal life should no longer be everyone else's “business.”
Or maybe I just need a break, some space from Blogspot. Bottom line, I just don't want to “deal” anymore. I think I need to revert back to a former self, a “closed book,” an “enigma.” I've been doing a lot of walking lately, and when I walk I think. I think of lots of topics to write about, my take on life and it's struggles. I begin to type and I think again, what's the point? I usually call a friend when I feel this desire to shut off all of humanity and be a hermit. This time I'm just going to be a happy loner. Maybe my desire for solitude will last three days or three months. I really don't know. What I do know is that I will be walking (exercising), thinking, reading, writing (I have a book in my head that needs to get out, a fiction novel), studying scriptures more, enjoying my family, planning for my young women group, living – all in private. If this is a phase, I'll see you all next week. If not, sorry I missed you, please feel free to leave a message.

"None of us will ever accomplish anything excellent or commanding except when he listens to this whisper which is heard by him alone."

"Nothing can bring you peace but yourself."

Ralph Waldo Emerson

Spiders and Flies

2009-08-12T15:48:00.002-04:00

The classic poem, "The Spider and the Fly" is a favorite of mine. I read it to my classes at the beginning and end of every school year when I taught. Many times throughout the year, when I noticed something was "afoot" I would say, "Remember spiders and flies" and they knew what I meant. I also read the poem to my children before school starts. Trickery and flattery have been around for a very long time. I have fallen prey in my lifetime to people pretending to be something they are not, pretending so that at some point they could "drag you up the winding stair." It happens to everyone at some point. I just hope my children are wise enough to figure out the plots, plans, and secrets of evil people and stay far, far away. Public schools are, no doubt, full of spiders.

The Spider and the Fly
Mary Howitt

Will you walk into my parlour?" said the Spider to the Fly,
'Tis the prettiest little parlour that ever you did spy;
The way into my parlour is up a winding stair,
And I've a many curious things to shew when you are there."
Oh no, no," said the little Fly, "to ask me is in vain,
For who goes up your winding stair can ne'er come down again."

"I'm sure you must be weary, dear, with soaring up so high;
Will you rest upon my little bed?" said the Spider to the Fly.
"There are pretty curtains drawn around; the sheets are fine and thin,
And if you like to rest awhile, I'll snugly tuck you in!"
Oh no, no," said the little Fly, "for I've often heard it said,
They never, never wake again, who sleep upon your bed!"

Said the cunning Spider to the Fly, " Dear friend what can I do,
To prove the warm affection I 've always felt for you?
I have within my pantry, good store of all that's nice;
I'm sure you're very welcome -- will you please to take a slice?"
"Oh no, no," said the little Fly, "kind Sir, that cannot be,
I've heard what's in your pantry, and I do not wish to see!"

"Sweet creature!" said the Spider, "you're witty and you're wise,
How handsome are your gauzy wings, how brilliant are your eyes!
I've a little looking-glass upon my parlour shelf,
If you'll step in one moment, dear, you shall behold yourself."
"I thank you, gentle sir," she said, "for what you 're pleased to say,
And bidding you good morning now, I'll call another day."

The Spider turned him round about, and went into his den,
For well he knew the silly Fly would soon come back again:
So he wove a subtle web, in a little corner sly,
And set his table ready, to dine upon the Fly.
Then he came out to his door again, and merrily did sing,
"Come hither, hither, pretty Fly, with the pearl and silver wing;
Your robes are green and purple -- there's a crest upon your head;
Your eyes are like the diamond bright, but mine are dull as lead!"

Alas, alas! how very soon this silly little Fly,
Hearing his wily, flattering words, came slowly flitting by;
With buzzing wings she hung aloft, then near and nearer drew,
Thinking only of her brilliant eyes, and green and purple hue --
Thinking only of her crested head -- poor foolish thing! At last,
Up jumped the cunning Spider, and fiercely held her fast.
He dragged her up his winding stair, into his dismal den,
Within his little parlour -- but she ne'er came out again!

And now dear little children, who may this story read,
To idle, silly flattering words, I pray you ne'er give heed:
Unto an evil counsellor, close heart and ear and eye,
And take a lesson from this tale, of the Spider and the Fly.

Mary Howitt
poem first published in 1829

FOUR

2009-08-08T22:42:00.001-04:00

So, before I get completely off my vacation kick, I left out one important milestone that occurred while we were in the mountains. On Lacey's third birthday, Travis and I celebrated our four year wedding anniversary. Travis is such a wonderful husband, he enables me, through his support, to dream and do things I never thought I could. Being his wife is easy and fulfilling. He loves me more than he loves himself – he is the most selfless person I have ever met. I love his humor, his work ethic, and that he loves me back – no doubts. I often search for “Everybody Loves Raymond” re-runs just to hear him laugh out loud. I also got him several seasons on dvd. Simple things make him happy; just being together is enough. Here's to eternity...

(It is my plan, really, to get a photo with me in it – I just have way too much fun behind the camera!).

Beautiful Baby Boy

2009-08-02T22:56:00.002-04:00

I have lots to blog about and NO time to do it! Just when I thought I was caught up, I have four more dresses to make. I'm still not finished my "vacation" mini series and I have yet to mention my new adventure in the Elgin Ward. The one thing I will make time to blog will be the precious baby boy. I grew up with his mommy and grandma. Their entire family is so special to me. I was elated to catch a few sweet photos of beautiful baby Skyler. It was an honor.

Spic 'n Span Dylan

2009-07-23T17:22:00.004-04:00

As a mother to boys, I feel that it is my responsibility, my DUTY, to teach my boys how to "keep house." My boys will not go on missions and be slobs, nor will they marry and expect their wives to do all the housework. My goal is to have my future daughter-in-laws love me to pieces! Well, I've been annoyed at the amount of socks on the bedroom floor, all the "stuff" that gets taken out and never put back, the beds that go un-made lately. Dylan took my not-so-subtle hints and went to work. Dylan cleaned his bedroom from top to bottom, vacuumed, dusted, even stripped his bedsheets. Mind you, half of the atrocity we call a bedroom belongs to his older brother, Caleb. The fact that Caleb was busy on the PlayStation mattered not, Dylan kept at it. I was very proud of his hard work and the clean bedroom is heavenly. He did it by himself and he did great. I couldn't help but to reward him a bit - a small contribution to his piggy bank. Maybe some of my lessons are sticking! I love this kid!

Vacation 2009 - The "Wild"

2009-07-20T19:15:00.008-04:00

By far, the most awe inspiring part of our mountain vacation was the natural beauty that surrounded us at every turn. We took many, short hikes, as far as Lacey could tolerate and spent lots of time in the COLD river water. It was very precarious as I balanced on slippery creek rocks, at times no longer being able to feel my toes, but I just had to document all the smiles and good times. The boys pitched small stones for the longest time, Lacey always wanted to head to the bank so that she could get yet another handful of blooms to watch float down the river. Almost every photo her little hands are filled with a bouquet of some sort. We even had the unique experience of seeing two bears, in the wild. Thankfully, we were in our car. The police were there asking everyone to get back in their vehicles. I took a photo as we drove by. You can see two black “blobs” (no time to focus on this shot).
I also took time to examine the light as it filtered through the forest canopy – just stunning.
I have at least 30 photos I love, but I'll share just a few.
This beautiful land that we live in is proof positive, evidence if you will, of our Heavenly Father. This was no “big bang” people, just no way. What a blessing to live in this beautiful world.

"Mommy, take a picture of my flower." She made sure, several times, that I was taking a picture of her flower, not her. "Not my face, mommy." I tried to follow her instructions!

More flowers...

The Blob Bears - LOL

Vacation 2009 - The Pool

2009-07-18T22:28:00.006-04:00

Everyone loved the pool at the end of the day. The boys are regular fish now; so much so that getting a picture of them was impossible. I noticed this year that, "Mama, watch this" wasn't screamed every 10 seconds as in times past. They were content to swim and dive and spent forever diving to the bottom of the pool for the money Travis kept throwing in. I guess they are growing up and don't need to show off for mama quite so much.
Lacey, on the other hand, was hamming it up big time. She is all about the camera these days. She's such a willing model, it's hard not to have a million photos of her!

Imagination

2009-07-17T23:11:00.002-04:00

Before I continue with my vacation tales, I must tell this story before I forget. These are Lacey's words, exactly from a conversation we had while I was making dinner.
“Mommy, I have a boo boo. I need a band-aid.”
“What happened? How did you get a boo boo?”
“Well, I was going on an adventure. I was taking a long walk around the water. I tried to go in the water and a big ole alligator snapped at my leg and I got a boo boo. I want a pink sparkle band-aid now.”
Travis gets home from work and I'm telling him the alligator story. Lacey finishes the story by telling her daddy, “ that alligator never would have got me if my high heel hadn't broken. I guess I just need to go shopping for new ones.”
And everyone thinks Lacey is quiet. Ah... the imagination of a child.

Vacation 2009 - The Cabin

2009-07-17T14:45:00.003-04:00

I actually do not know where to begin. I think I will have many posts about our vacation this year because we had such an wonderful trip! There is so much I want to document and remember. Hands down, the best family vacation we have ever taken together. The excitement really began when we arrived in Pigeon Forge and checked into our cabin. I think everyone had a moment of complete awe when we opened the front door. Lacey had us all in stitches fairly quickly. She stood at the bottom of the stairs and looked up and said, “This place is amazing.” Pretty great description from a three year old! They boys loved the pool table and game room in the basement – their bedrooms were on the third floor. Lacey went “swimming” every night in the Jacuzzi on our bedroom. The views from the balconies were breathtaking. Every morning we sat and watch the fog lift from the mountains. Just gorgeous. We spent our days enjoying attractions such as MagiQuest, putt-putt, exploring the Forbidden Caverns, sliding down a mountain at Ober, Gatlinburg, Sky trams, hikes, playing in the river/creeks, swimming in the pool and shopping. I guess I'll begin with a few shots of our cabin. MORE to come!!

Lacey is THREE!

2009-07-17T14:24:00.006-04:00

Could it be, already? Lacey celebrated her birthday on Saturday the 11th with her friends at Bounce Around. I think all the children, and the adults, left the building exhausted. We decided to have a flip flop themed party, since Lacey loves flip flops. Shannon Benson made the adorable flip flop cake, complete with sand! Thanks to all who came to help us celebrate!

Lacey on her actual birthday, July 13th:

So Excited!

2009-07-07T18:10:00.007-04:00

In just a few short days we will be headed off on a family vacation! I don't know why I'm so excited this year, usually I dread the packing, planning, unpacking, laundry - but this year I have a different outlook. Travis and I have been working so hard lately. He's been working late every day and I sew when everyone goes to sleep. Finally, we get a nice break! Another source of excitement is that we are going to the mountains this year. As much as I LOVE the ocean, Cody is 13 years old and had never seen the mountains! I'm sure he will be unimpressed as a typical 13 year old would be, but deep down there will be that "wow" moment for him, I just know it. We will be staying here - the Rocky Retreat cabin overlooking a pool and a gorgeous view. I can't wait! The best part?? I don't have to cook! WhoHoo! These four little monkeys are going to make some great memories for sure!

Remember...

2009-07-06T22:38:00.005-04:00

In high school I had to memorize this monologue from Shakespeare's, "As You Like It." I remember absolutely NOTHING about the play, but this previously memorized passage crept back into my mind today. I could only really remember the first few lines, but the meaning I remembered more clearly. I think this passage speaks mountains about the stages of our lives. One day we have our babes in arms, the next we are sending them away to college. One day we are delightfully presented with crayon drawings and construction paper hearts, soon after we are hoping for a card in the mail or a phone call. Bottom line - it goes really fast. Does time go faster the older we become? It sure seems that way. My mom always says, "they are only little once, just let them do it..." How do we capture everyday moments? My guess is that if we really appreciate what we have and love the lives that we lead, perhaps these everyday moments will tattoo themselves on our hearts. Perhaps when our minds forget, our souls will remember.

"All the world's a stage,
And all the men and women merely players;
They have their exits and their entrances;
And one man in his time plays many parts,
His acts being seven ages. At first the infant,
Mewling and puking in the nurse's arms;
And then the whining school-boy, with his satchel
And shining morning face, creeping like snail
Unwillingly to school. And then the lover,
Sighing like furnace, with a woeful ballad
Made to his mistress' brow. Then a soldier,
Full of strange oaths, and bearded like the pard,
Jealous in honour, sudden and quick in quarrel,
Seeking the bubble reputation
Even in the cannon's mouth. And then the justice,
In fair round belly with good capon lin'd,
With eyes severe and beard of formal cut,
Full of wise saws and modern instances;
And so he plays his part. The sixth age shifts
Into the lean and slipper'd pantaloon,
With spectacles on nose and pouch on side;
His youthful hose, well sav'd, a world too wide
For his shrunk shank; and his big manly voice,
Turning again toward childish treble, pipes
And whistles in his sound. Last scene of all,
That ends this strange eventful history,
Is second childishness and mere oblivion;
Sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans everything." — Jaques (Act II, Scene VII, lines 139-166)

The sun illuminates only the eye of the man, but shines into the eye and the heart of the child…{ralph.waldo.emerson}

Happy Birthday America!

2009-07-05T20:22:00.009-04:00

July 4th weekend was fabulous. We decided to make it a stay-at-home family weekend. Caleb and Dylan returned from a week away on Saturday morning and things finally felt normal again. We swam and played, grilled, ATE, and then enjoyed homemade ice cream and brownies. Backyard fireworks were our grand finale. I'm thankful to live in the beautiful land of freedom, and I'm thankful for all those who sacrifice so that we may maintain our freedom.

Finally, my favorite image of the day - my sweet baby girl who will be three in just over a week!! No tweaking or editing of this photo, this is my girl, in all her cuteness, straight out of the camera.

How does your garden grow?

2009-06-29T23:48:00.006-04:00

I was reminded today, the details I'll leave out, that life is a test, an opportunity to grow. I was reminded that we can't grow unless given the opportunities to do so. If we meander from day to day, year to year without opposition or challenge, can we ever really prove that we have the faith and “gumption” to rise above? Will we remove ourselves from situations that could prove harmful? Will we forgive someone who has harmed us? I think within us all there is a seed. A tiny manifestation of our creator. We can cultivate and tend this seed or we can ignore it while it slowly hardens and withers. I learned today that my seed could use some water and I'm thankful that I've been blessed with another day to grow stronger. I want to be counted among the mighty oaks, not the drought-stricken saplings. I also want my children to be strong, to be able to combat the temptations of every day life. In the world that we live in, temptation will be at every corner, at the touch of a button. I consider this post a journal entry of sorts. I will have to come back and read this often as a reminder of this day. I learned a lot today, and I am thankful, but I'm glad it's over.

Busy Hands

2009-06-23T22:33:00.005-04:00

Lacey always wants to hold something, to have something in her busy little hands. Usually it's a rock, or a stick. I don't think her curiosity is ever fully satisfied unless there is a tactile experience involved. Perhaps she will be good with her hands...

Learning

2009-06-21T21:40:00.006-04:00

After years of running around, whipping out the little pink Sony Cybershot, this was a totally different experience. I'm liking the results though!
I was able to do a maternity shoot for a friend. We had a great time. She has the most beautiful baby bump! I learned a lot from our little session - filing my info in my memory banks to make the next shoot even better!

Five?

2009-06-19T21:40:00.008-04:00

I had a conversation with Lacey today. Her responses to questions always amaze me. She is my strong-willed little girl. She is "too smart for her britches." Don't have a CLUE where she gets it from! Our conversation went something like this:

"Lacey, how old are you?"
"I am 5, so I can go to school."
"You are almost three. You are not five yet. You can go to school when you are five, but you have to go by yourself like the boys. I can't stay with you."
"I am not three I am THIS many (shows 5 fingers), and you have to go to school too. You can be 5 just like me."

I guess she has it all figured out!

Just Another Happy Summer Day!

2009-06-17T20:45:00.005-04:00

Ice Pop Princess

2009-06-16T22:11:00.005-04:00

I grew up with ice pops - a cheap, cold, summer treat. My brothers and I used to finish the ice pops and then fill the plastic tubes with water. We'd pretend they were scuba gear. One of us would be the shark while the rest of us ran like mad with the ice pop hanging from our teeth! It is a silly, summer memory that I love. It was all about imagination when I was a kid! My children have acquired the same love of ice pops, especially Lacey. She loves all flavors, but prefers pink. But then, she prefers everything in pink! Maybe Uncle Dale and I need to show everyone how to play "shark." You're "IT" Uncle Dale!!

A Place In the Sun

2009-06-16T21:54:00.005-04:00

I had just been complaining that we didn't have a good spot to plant some tomato plants. I LOVE tomatoes, especially fresh from the garden. Our yard is so full of shade trees that there wasn't enough sun to grow anything. But, I just couldn't cut down a tree. Well, apparently someone heard me because a nice shade tree was taken out during the early April storm that we had. And there it was, the garden spot. Travis and the boys went to work and now we have string beans, cucumbers, watermelon, corn, and TOMATOES!
Here's the before:

After:

Time Together is Time Well Spent

2009-06-16T13:25:00.003-04:00

I just love these kids. We spent the morning at the free movies at Sandhills and then CiCis. It was nice to look down the aisle at their faces as they giggled at "Mr. Bean." This is what summer vacations were meant for - time for family and fun.

Greed

2009-06-15T21:03:00.004-04:00

Once again, my children are provoking me to be a better person, to consider qualities and aspects of human nature that sometimes I'd prefer not to visit. Our discussions are short and simple, but they seem to linger with me for weeks to come. Being selfish or greedy, for example. What is it that makes some so giving and some so selfish? What is it that drives adults to keep up with the neighbors? Is this greed as well, or is this insecurity and jealousy? I found this quote and it makes so much sense to me,
"Greed is a fat demon with a small mouth and whatever you feed it is never enough."
The mental picture of this is terrifying! If you could picture greed as a "fat demon," lurking at your every footstep, maybe there would be more willingness for a change of lifestyle! Do you really want to feed the fat demon? Not I. I believe that if you really want something, you work for it, you save for it. But along the way you have to share with friends and family or your end result can never be a fulfilling one. Yes, I have lots of questions, few answers - but I will keep trying.

First Pool Day!

2009-06-15T20:37:00.004-04:00

Our little pool is finally up and running. It's nothing fancy but the boys love it. It's a good spot for cooling off! They are becoming little fish too! Just a few short years ago they all swam like rocks.

Lacey wasn't in a pool mood today. After hours of begging to "bounce" I finally gave in and went to the hot trampoline.

On another note, Facebook is giving me problems - maybe a hacker, not sure. Lots of my friends were deleted and when I try to add them back they don't exist! HUH? I couldn't upload photos for the longest time either. I have changed my password - hopefully it will work out soon!

{Sweet.}

2009-06-14T09:31:00.001-04:00

"Before you were conceived I wanted you
Before you were born I loved you
Before you were here an hour I would die for you
This is the miracle of life."
Maureen Hawkins

Oh What Do You Do In the Summer time?

2009-06-14T08:59:00.007-04:00

I love this Primary song and it is stuck, in repeat mode, playing over and over in my head. There are just so many fun activities to participate in "when all the world is green." I think this will be our theme song for the summer as I chronicle all these fun events! Even as we booked our vacation cabin last week, this song was spinning. I know my kids are going to grow up too fast for me, so I have to savor all these simple, summer moments.
We've spent a lot of this summer getting wet! Lacey insisted on her red, gingham swimsuit from last summer - way toooo small. I'll have to hand that one down quickly! Caleb and Dylan are slip and slideaholics. I don't know how they aren't black and blue. Cody was fortunate enough to spend some time with the grandparents last week, so he had his own summer fun too.
All this I soaked in from a lawn chair in the shade. Ahhhhhh.....

Oh what do you do in the sumertime, when all the world is green?
Do you fish in the stream, or lazily dream on the banks as the clouds go by?
Is that what you do? So do I!

Oh, what do you do in the summertime, when all the world is green?
Do you swim in a pool, to keep yourself cool, or swing in a tree up high?
Is that what you do? So do I!

Oh, what do you do in the summertime, when all the world is green?
Do you march in parades, or drink lemonades, or count all the stars in the sky?
Is that what you do? So do I!

She's baaaack!

2009-06-09T19:02:00.005-04:00

On Memorial Day, Miss Priss, being the ferocious, 4 pound, attack dog that she is, decided to run into the neighbor's yard to tease TWO, enormous, shock collar wearing, BIG dogs. Miss Priss came out of it with a fractured pelvis and puncture wounds. We have kept her completely confined, per doctor's orders, for two weeks. We were supposed to keep her confined for month, but she was going BONKERS. We let her out and she is soooo happy! We fixed our backyard fence so she can no longer slide under the gate and escape to the neighbor's yard ever again. Lacey is so glad to have her "puppy doodles" back. Once again, she gets to put her "baby" in the stroller and have a grand time. Lacey and Miss Priss really do love each other. Only a few moments after being attacked, Miss Priss lay motionless in the grass. Anyone got near her she would snap and go nuts. Lacey got near her and said, "Hey there my Missy Prissy. You're okay." Believe it or not, Miss Priss wagged her tail and let Lacey rub her head. Lacey kept talking to her and the injured pup limped and yelped herself into her kennel so we could get her in the house. They have a real bond. I know most people say little kids and chihuahuas don't mix, but that's not the case at our house!

Summer Fun!

2009-06-07T21:56:00.006-04:00

What do you do in the Summer? We love being outside and getting wet. Well, I don't get wet because I take all the photos, but I enjoy watching! I don't think any childhood could be quite complete without a Slip & Slide! With the help of a sloping backyard, the boys flew off the end every time, this was done much to their delight I may add. Lacey liked to walk slowly down the slide and sit in the sprinkling pool of water at the end. This didn't last long - she learned to move quickly as one brother or another got ready for take off!

Dylan's Baptism

2009-06-07T21:50:00.004-04:00

My baby boy, Dylan, was baptized yesterday. He was very excited. Dylan is always playing "catch-up" with Caleb. He always want to do whatever his big brother does, but he's always two years behind. Saturday was a perfect day!

Happy Birthday Dylan!

2009-05-31T20:43:00.010-04:00

My sweet baby boy turned 8 this year! We celebrated with his friends at Plex. Still feels like he should be my tiny little nursling. Dylan was my good baby, slept well, always happy. His teachers at school comment every year that he is always so happy. What a blessing to be joyful. This awesome guitar cake was made by Shannon Benson!

I celebrated my birthday in the month of May too. My sweet husband outdid himself as usual. Thanks to my friend, Rebecca, for a delicious lunch and for making me stop sewing long enough to celebrate! I received visits all evening from friends and family. It was a wonderful day. I felt so loved.

Lacey can't be left out...

2009-05-20T21:46:00.005-04:00

If the camera is in my hand, Lacey must have her picture taken. Not just one photo either. I took her hair down for these shots - makes her look so much older!

Pre-Baptism Photo Shoot

2009-05-20T21:38:00.005-04:00

My baby boy will be eight in a few days. It's so hard to believe! Dylan and I have talked a lot about his decision to be baptized - the promises he is making. Dylan is put in situations I was never put in at his age; he has to be strong and keep his promises regardless of what others around him are doing. He know what it means to be accountable. Dylan is my lovey, sweet baby. I'm so proud of him.

These are Dylan's pre-baptism shots, my fancy garage photo shoot. LOL

You Are My Sunshine

2009-05-19T13:21:00.008-04:00

Here is Lacey, fresh from a bath, smelling sweet and looking adorable. I know, my bedroom was a major disaster, but I figured the mess would be there tomorrow - this moment wouldn't! We sing ALL DAY - Lacey knows many Primary songs, her ABC's, nursery rhymes, but this is her favorite song! Scroll down to the bottom to pause my playlist!

Random Happy Moment #1

2009-05-11T22:38:00.003-04:00

Don't you love it when you take a photo that just screams, "I am HAPPY?" I do! So, here is #1 in my installment of "Random Happy Moments." Stay tuned for many more....

Teenager in the house!

2009-05-11T22:26:00.004-04:00

Happy 13th Birthday to Cody! Having a teenager makes you feel old, but since I didn't actually give birth to this one, maybe I can pretend to be young for a little while longer. LOL Cody had a party Saturday with lots of other loud teenagers. Whew....

Another fabulous cake by Shannon Benson!

Mother's Day

2009-05-11T22:17:00.002-04:00

I am blessed to be a mother. It is my calling in life. I love being with my children, nurturing, teaching. On the card Dylan made for me in Primary on Sunday he had to fill in he blank, “My mom is happy when _____.” His answer, My mom is happy when I am with her. This was such a tremendous gift for me. I always tell them that I am only completely happy when I have all my children at home with me. Just having them around, knowing they are safe with me makes me so happy. He remembered, and I will never forget how my heart skipped a beat when I read it. Caleb cracked me up with his card – full of our “inside joke” funnies.
Lacey created her first ever handmade mother's day card with the fabulous mother Chesley in the nursery. It is a forever keepsake.
I cried when I saw my boys singing in Sacrament. I knew as I watched them that my heart strings would feel a tug all day long.

Travis out-did himself as normal, more beautiful jewelry, chocolate, the Twilight Soundtrack. Every little mention of things I loved, he remembered. We continued the day with a visit with my mother and a visit from Trav's mother later in the day. I wanted the boys to understand that mother's day wasn't just for me, but for all the mothers who are important in our lives. Would I have the supportive, loving, unselfish, righteous husband that I have if he had not had a good mother? Probably not. He is a product of her making and she deserves credit for sure! Would I be the same person without my mother? No Way. Good mother's make the world a better place. I hope that my sons remember this and remember the value of mothers as they chose their wives, and that they come home to see their mother on mother's day!

Sparkleberry Country Fair

2009-04-29T12:20:00.003-04:00

My mom and I had a booth at Sparkleberry this year. It was a long, hot day but well worth the effort! Not only did we get lots of custom orders but I made some new friends too. I met my online buddy, Debbie, who had a booth there (okay Debbie, we need a website, LOL) and Karina of On a Whimsy. I love meeting creative people who share my passion for what they do! Check out On A Whimsy for some really unique necklaces and monogrammed "yummies." I've already placed my order. ;-)
I can't wait to do some fall shows - it's so nice to be in business with my mom. One business partner I'd trust with my life - can't say that often! Love you Mama! Thanks for buying into my crazy dream and helping me make it happen. Couldn't do it without you!

Caleb's 10th Birthday!

2009-04-11T21:27:00.006-04:00

I cannot believe Caleb is 10! It seems like just yesterday I was teaching at Summit Middle. My 8th graders thought it was hilarious to watch my stomach jump -- seems that Caleb got the hiccups in my belly every day after lunch! He has never stopped moving. Caleb is a strong, driven, and motivated young man. If he believes it, and wants it, he will work hard to get it. I believe he will reach the goals he sets. Happy Birthday -- double digits!!

We had a little party today to celebrate. Thanks to Shannon Benson for making the AWESOME cake! Visit her here: Shannon's Cakes

My Friend's Website!

2009-04-06T21:58:00.002-04:00

I grew up with Nikki. She lived on Dogwood Lane right here in Elgin. We had the best summers together. She has always been an amazing photograper - even in High School her photos were amazing. Now she has a website and she is more than amazing. Check her out:

http://www.lavenderfootprints.com/

Perspective

2009-04-06T21:27:00.004-04:00

Isn't it interesting how people can “see” the exact same thing, but view it very differently. A paragraph in a book may have one meaning to one reader, and mean something totally different to another. I think we interpret the sights, sounds, words, facial expressions, based on the experiences in our lives. We are created and “colored” if you will, but what we have lived, what we have experienced. This is what makes us unique, no cookie cutter, carbon copies exist in the world of humanity. No matter our upbringing though, we all have thinking, processing minds, and we have the agency to use them as we will. The past cannot be an excuse what we make of our future. Another key factor is perspective. It is amazing to me that something that seemed so horrible at one moment, only seems like a small hurdle, a meager memory when you look back on it. For now, with “perspective” the situation looks completely different. I think my goal in the coming months will be not to look back, but to use perspective to help me in he present. To see a situation from someone else's point of view – to look at things from all angles, all perspectives. I'm glad to have this opportunity, another day to awake and be excited about what is to come. Another day to try to make myself better.

Beautiful World

2009-04-06T21:08:00.004-04:00

The flowers were so beautiful at Sandhills. This time of year is always amazing to me. The earth seems to be so happy to wake up from her winter slumber, that she sprouts out happiness in the form of blooms and buds of all color and type. Lacey and I were shopping and just couldn't help but notice some of these beautiful blooms. Lacey is fascinated by the fountain in the bacground too! I took the opportunity to snap a few photos. How could I resist with such a beautiful backdrop and willing model!

Congratulations!

2009-04-06T21:03:00.003-04:00

I only had two honor roll boys this nine weeks, but as the saying goes, "Two outta three ain't bad!" What made it great though, was that Caleb and Dylan both had straight A's! I'm so happy that they continue to keep up the work effort as we begin to wind down another school year!

Just like old times...

2009-03-17T11:31:00.002-04:00

Saturday was a rainy, nasty day. I really didn't care that it was raining though, mainly because it was my weekend with my boys. Since they couldn't venture outside, the trusty container of Hot Wheels made an appearance from the depths of the closet. They probably haven't played with them in a year. Watching them play brought back wonderful memeories of them when they were 3 and 5 years old and they played with their Hot Wheels every single day. Now they are almost 8 and 10. It always amazed me how little boys seemed to know how to make the "vroom vroom" noise as soon as they were big enough to push a car/tractor. Caleb and Dylan spent several hours examining cars they had forgotton they had, and then slamming them into one another as they whooshed across the hardwood floor. This was a day I loved being a mom to boys!

Open for Business!

2009-03-05T22:30:00.006-05:00

I did it. Countless hours upon hours of work and it is LIVE – my new website that is. I guess I'm nervous because I'm worried that it's not absolutely perfect yet (I already found one typo) and it's not FULL enough yet. Also, I did not hire anyone to do the site. I did it all by my lonesome and it shows – kinda blah, nothing fancy. BUT, it is what it is and deep down I'm very excited. I've always wanted to work for myself – at home – and here I am. Please pardon the dust in my little shop, I still have lots of work to do. If you'd like to look around here's the link: LuLu Belle

OH, and forward the link to every mother of small children that you know! LOL

Science Fair

2009-02-26T09:02:00.002-05:00

Caleb worked really hard on his science fair project. He did all the work by himself!! He had all his captions and titles printed and ready to go. We decided they needed to be bigger to fill up more space on the back board, and I showed him how to put cardstock backing on everything so it stood out. But really, I could not have lifted a finger and he would have had an A+ project without my help!! I'm glad he has the initiative to get things done, and done well. He got a second place ribbon which he can't wait to hang in his room!

Happy Valentine's Day!

2009-02-14T19:29:00.002-05:00

I woke up this morning to loads of handmade goodies and some HandPicked goodies too! I love that my boys make me sweet little gifts. What makes them so special is that they are so proud of their creations. Creating is good for the soul, and warms the heart - especially on Valentie's Day!

In the making...

2009-02-13T16:23:00.002-05:00

We've made so many "things" the past few weeks. Four, yes four, projects for school. Congrats to my Caleb who won second place in the Science fair. Photos to come. We have one more project to do this weekend and I have lots of sewing to do. It's exciting and exhausting to have a list of projects in the making. I think life would be very boring if there weren't fun things to create, projects and plans to delve into, and cool supplies to be bought! As a child we had a book on the bookcase called, "Make and Do." It was our favorite. I remember reading and learning from the pages over and over. A greatly loved little book for sure.
So, here's what's on my table today. How about yours?

Baby Girl – Little Girl

2009-02-01T17:10:00.002-05:00

I know to many it is simply unfathomable to have a child still nursing at age 2. I didn't plan it that way. But from day one of Lacey's life, she has been my very attached little nursling. We have had a remarkable bond in so many ways. I thought it was because for so long, I had ached for a daughter. I'm not sure how or why, but we are uniquely bonded. Don't misunderstand me, I love and adore my sons. After all, they were first. They taught me what it was to be a mother, to be selfless. They taught me that I could love someone so deeply it hurt. They taught me what real fear was when they needed stitches or had a high fever. I would have done anything to take their place. My boys are my heartbeat and my breath.
Back to Lacey - we recently accomplished a huge feat, and marked a milestone in her life and mine. For weeks and weeks I had talked with Lacey off and on all day about how when she wakes at night, she doesn't need her “milky,” as she calls it, to go back to sleep. She hasn't nursed during the day for over a year, but sleep and nursing at night have been an issue. I told her she could close her eyes and hold me tight and she could go back to sleep without it. And yes, I'm playing musical beds from hers to mine, but it is working. So I would quiz her all day about what she would do when she woke up – no crying and no milky. Close your eyes, hold me tight.
I've tried this for weeks and it always ended in at least an hour of wailing and then me, exhausted, giving in. I'm not a “cry-it-out” parent, by the way. Doesn't fit into my philosophy in the least. But, to each his own.
Last night was different. Lacey was in her bed by 8. By midnight I heard her on the monitor call for me. Of course, she wanted her “milky.” I reminded her, as I have over and over, that she didn't need it. She looked hurt, her little bottom lip quivering. I looked at her and said, “I love you, I'm so proud of you. I know you can do it.” Then, like a veil had been lifted, she gave me a huge, ear to ear, dimplelicious smile. She closed her eyes. And when I thought she was back to sleep, I suddenly felt her tiny, warm hand slip into mine and she squeezed my hand tight. I don't know how she knew I needed her to hold my hand. Yes, I needed it. Here for the first time in almost 2.5 years, I thought she didn't need me. It was a bittersweet moment. My baby was now a little girl. When I felt her hand slip into mine, it was evidence of our bond. It was there, hopefully forever. I'll admit, I was the one doing all the bawling. I drifted to sleep with a tear soaked pillow. How I will miss our quiet, “milky” time together. But I am, so proud of her. She is a dream come true.
My children bring me such happiness. There are some days when I think if I hear, “Mama, can I” one more time I'll need a straight jacket, but usually there is more happy than sad.
Caleb and Dylan hold up traffic every morning at the drop off at school. They have to give me a kiss and tell me they love me before they will exit the van. I love how they always ask me to have prayer with them, just the two of them, before they go to sleep.
I think if, hopefully many, many years from now, when it is my time to leave this earth, if I have my boys there, once again to “hold up traffic,” to tell me they love me and kiss my cheek I will have had a successful life. And, if in my last breaths, my sweet daughter slips her hand in mine once again, I know I will have lived my life to the fullest. My children will be my accomplishment and the reason for being on this earth.

A Lacey Funny....

2009-01-27T14:38:00.003-05:00

Since Christmas brought many new and inrtiguing dolls to Lacey, we have had many occasions to replace the batteries in these new little loved ones. Most of the batteries are replaced by opening the back of the doll. Well, Lacey was lying on her tummy while I was buttoning up the back of her dress. When I was finished buttoning, I asked her to get up so I could put on her shoes. Her response, "No, I'm just too tired." I encourged her to get up again and her response, "I'm just too tired to move." With a little more insistance I told her to get up. "Mommy, I'm too tired. I don't work. You just need to put new batteries in my butt."

Don't ever think they aren't looking, listening and absorbing every moment of every day! My little sponge dosen't miss a thing!

Honor Roll Boys!

2009-01-26T12:40:00.003-05:00

Congrats to my fellas, who all made the honor roll again.
Caleb - all "A's" (two 99's!!) and one "B"
Dylan - all "A's" and one "B"
Cody - three "A's" and three "B's"

Keep it up guys, maybe one of you will buy your mom a mansion and a BMW.

Build-A-Bear

2009-01-20T16:26:00.002-05:00

I'm on a roll today - two posts! LOL Lacey's Christmas gift from Uncle Dale and Aunt Moriah was a trip to Build-A-Bear. I had never been before so it was fun for me too! Lacey had a great time choosing her animal - she picked a puppy. She and Aunt Moriah picked out an adorable fairy costume for her puppy and a make-up set. Lacey has been doing the puppy's make-up all day. Thanks Uncle Dale and Aunt Moriah. Lacey loves her puppy. Thanks Aunt Moriah for a fun day!

Baby, it's cold outside!

2009-01-20T13:22:00.003-05:00

Yes, it's a no school, frosty, toe-chilling, snow day! This is the first snow Lacey has ever seen, so we bundled up and headed out before breakfast! It wasn't long before everyone wanted some warm, buttermilk biscuits and hot chocolate! Fine by me!! Though COLD, snow is beautiful, and one day of it is wonderful.

Where are you Summer?

2009-01-16T22:19:00.004-05:00

I am NOT a lover of cold weather. I dread it. I would love to live in a world of perpetual summertime. Okay, maybe not with humidity and bugs, but lots of warmth. That being said, I do love those mysterious, cloudy, overcast days. You know, the ones that whisper of a nice afternoon thunderstorm. There's nothing like sitting on the front porch watching the rain slowly track its wet footprints onto your sidewalk. But thunderstorms are for summer too, and here we are in the midst of Brrrrrrr. I'm trying to be positive, so here are some nice things about COLD - blankets, love them all, especially the handmade quilted variety. Scarves, because they make COLD at least a bit festive, and finally, warm soups and hot chocolate. These help thaw cold bones, like mine. It could be worse, we could live in ALASKA. Travis just had to spend four days in Alaska for work. I could feel the glacial breeze via cell phone! I'm glad he's home and warm with us. Here are a few snapshots he sent from the cell phone.

I stashed Lacey's little doll in Trav's suitcase. She got a big kick out of seeing her baby all over Alaska!

Look for LuLu Belle!

2009-01-11T22:24:00.004-05:00

Lacey and our Easter outfit are in the Daff-A-Deals ad in the January edition of "Columbia Northeast" magazine and in the January "Palmetto Parent." I may scan the actual ad, but this is the outfit. Thanks for looking!

WHAT?

2009-01-11T22:13:00.001-05:00

Blogger must not like me. I checked my "moderate comments" section and there were 25comments I needed to moderate that I'd never seen. They usually come in my email - but not these! WOW! I apologize to all of you that made comments that never got posted. I did have fun reading them all though! Thanks for the comments, friends!

Making Photo Collages

2009-01-11T22:10:00.000-05:00

Lots of my fellow blogees have asked how I made my little photo collages in my Christmas post so I thought I post a tutorial of sorts here. First, download “Picasa” if you don't have it. It's free and it's wonderful. It's the way I've organized my photos for years and they keep upgrading and adding features. Did I mention it's FREE?
1. Here's the link:
http://picasa.google.com/
2. After you've moved your photos to Picasa, you'll need to select the photos you want to collage. Click on the photo, then on the little green thumbtack icon to HOLD the photos you want to collage.

3. With the pictures selected click on Create > Picture Collage... (top, left corner)
4. A dialog box will open with several options;
*Type: Select the collage type you wish to create – LOTS of possibilities here. Play with it until you like one.
Finally, click "create."
DONE!
Your collage is saved as one photo – you can upoad to Blogger as normal. I love these collages. I'm sick to death of slow loading slideshows!

December 2008

2009-01-08T14:06:00.004-05:00

December 2008 came and went in a flash. A flash of parties, family outings, WORK, and shopping. The entire month was simply full of more than I could keep up with. I look forward to a 2009 with much excitement and anticipation. Blank pages are ready to be written on, and I'm excited to be the author. Life is good.

Some random shots from various Christmas activities:

Thank you!

2008-12-23T22:22:00.002-05:00

Thanks, Michelle, for the tag. I've been in a super blogging rut and I needed the kick in the pants!

Seven things I did before I was a mom:
1. Slept late.
2. Had a clean car.
3. Read - read lots – whole books even. LOL
4. Exercised daily.
5. cross-stitched
6. Watched movies from start to finish.
7. Blasted Barbra Streisand

Seven things that I would like to do:
1. Go to NY to see a Broadway musical
2. lose weight
3. have some much needed sugery
4. Go on a cruise
5. Buy a cute little car – I'm so NOT minivan.
6. See all my kids graduate, serve missions and get married.
7. Spoil some grandkids.

Seven things that attract me to my husband:
1. He's an introvert and a homebody – LOVE this
2. His dimples.
3. He is so stinkin funny!
4. He is suppotive of my business.
5. He lets me “mother” as I see fit.
6. We have the same goals.
7. He just loves me, as I am.

Seven favorite foods:
1. CHOCOLATE – chocolate chip cookies especially
2. my mom's potato salad
3. my mom's fried chicken
4. sub station subs - VINEGAR!!
5. publix subs - VINEGAR!!
6. anything with terkiyki sauce
7. pickles

Seven things that I say often:
1. Know what I mean?
2. Understand what I'm saying?
3. Really?
4. You've got to be kidding me.
5. I love you!
6. No, no Lacey!
7. One more time and you're in trouble.

Ferocious

2008-11-18T22:25:00.000-05:00

Yes, this is the terrible man-eater, “Miss Priss.” She barks her brains out at every living soul, but thankfully, she doesn't bite. One step toward her and she runs away. She's 3.5 pounds of BARK! I can't believe she will be one-year-old in February. The kids love this puppy, even though Travis and I agree that she is highly annoying. Lacey adores her and she is our sweet “puppy doodles.” I had to post this photo. She looks like she could bite your head off, when really a big toe would be more than she could handle!

"Caleb"ology 101

2008-11-12T08:11:00.003-05:00

Caleb has always been full of “one-liners.” He has always used words and came up “Calebisms” like no other child I've ever been around. His teacher even told me that if someone doesn't know the meaning of a word in their class, she tells them to go ask Caleb. Recently, however, we had a class project that involved lots of unfamiliar words. He had to create a family totem pole. He had to choose an animal to represent each member of his family to put on the pole. The sheet of animals he had to choose from also had very elaborate descriptions of each animal, thus, the long words. The sheet read more like a horoscope. Well, Caleb had chosen an animal/insect for everyone and had to make index cards to describe each choice. The cards would be read aloud in class. Caleb promptly began copying, one for word, the descriptions from the sheet onto his cards. He kept stopping to ask my help because he couldn't pronounce or didn't know the meaning of a word. To make a long story short, Caleb was beyond frustrated. After all, “words” are his thing. I encouraged him to stop copying and put things into his on words. Overjoyed he said, “Yup, I write my own stuff, I know what all the words mean.” I had this quote on my blog so I could remember to blog the story. I'm so glad he decided to stop copying. Caleb said I was the “Bee” and one of the bee descriptive words was, “fertile.” Yes, he was about to tell his entire class that his mother, the bee, was fertile. Geesh. Thank goodness he stopped copying! I'll post totem pole photos when we get his project back.

Caleb and I have also talked about a poster hanging in his classroom at school. It reads, “Courage is doing the right thing when everyone around you is doing the wrong thing.” Caleb informed me that this was the word “testimony” could replace “courage” and the poster would still be correct. I think he's right. We really see how strong our testimony is when we make the decision to follow or not follow the crowd. It's easy not to drink alcohol, dress immodestly, when none of our friends are doing it. Caleb is my introspective child. He's always thinking. I just hope he keeps talking to his old mother, I still have a lot to learn from him!

I love it when....

2008-11-10T22:54:00.002-05:00

-- When I'm driving down the road and a gust of wind blows leaves on the windshield.

-- When my boys kiss me goodbye when they leave for school.

-- When all the laundry is clean and folded. Ahhhhh....

-- When Travis doesn't have to work late.

-- When I get a "miss you" note in the mail.

There is so much I love! This list could go on and on forever. I've come to a point in my life where I'm just plain happy! I don't let things get to me nearly as much as I used to. I really believe that, "we see things are WE are, not as they are." We make our own happiness or our own misery. We interpret things based on our own temperaments. No, every day can't be perfectly peachy but WE control our attitudes. So, what do you love?

The Reports Are In!

2008-10-31T21:37:00.002-04:00

Congrats to my fellas for their awesome report cards. I'm very proud of all their hard work. I was really concerned that with Caleb and Dylan having to run to football practice everyday that their grades would suffer (Cody chose to stay home, so he didn't have the mad rush to deal with!). But, the report cards were awesome.
Cody - A/B Honor roll
Dylan - A/B Honor roll
Caleb - Straight A's!
Yes, I'm a happy mom and I do brag on MY blog. That's what it's for - a record of US and our accomplishments and even things that didn't quite get accomplished. If anyone finds this emotionally disturbing or offensive in any way, I would politely encourage you not to visit this space on the www. I wouldn't want to contribute to the mental detriment of anyone. Peace, ya'll!

DOT COM!

2008-10-24T08:12:00.004-04:00

I know I have customers who like to read 1/2 Dozen, my family blog, so I'm posting this here and on LuLu Belle. LuLu Belle will be easier to find and easier to remember. I've had several customers tell me they wanted to refer our site to friends but could never remember the web address. SO, now all you have to remember is this:
www.boutiquelulubelle.com
Mush easier, huh? I think being a "dot com" will be so helpful! We are growing and expanding!!

ABS's of Me...

2008-10-21T08:07:00.001-04:00

I was tagged by Pamelia! It's funny, Pam, I could have left lots of your answers for me too!

A. Attached or single? Married
B. Best friend? My husband - Travis
C. Cake or Pie? Cake - chocolate
D. Day of Choice? Thursday
E. Essential item? my car – I love to ride...
F. Favorite color? pink
G. Gummy bears or worms? Ack - neither
H. Hometown? Elgin
I. Indulgence? pedicures
J. January or July? July
K. Kids? Four
L. Life isn’t complete without? my family and the gospel, I couldn't image not participating in the gospel and having the lifestyle I do.
M. Marriage date? July 13
N. Number of brothers and sisters? 2 younger brothers
O. Oranges or apples? Apples and Oranges
P. Phobias? That something will happened to my kids when they aren't with me
Q. Quotes? “We don't see things as they are. We see things as we are.” Anis Nin
R. Reasons to smile? My husband loves me! It's so nice to be truly loved.
S. Season of Choice? Fall or summer
T. Tag some people: Michelle, Kristi, Rebecca
U. Unknown fact about me? Hmmmm....
V. Vegetable? I love most all veggies
W. Worst habit? Eating too much chocolate
X. X-ray or Ultrasound? Ultrasound

Chilly Morning...

2008-10-20T13:43:00.002-04:00

I awoke this morning to a chill in the air. For the first time in months I wanted to turn off the ceiling fan in our bedroom. I had an overwhelming feeling of gratitude. I am grateful to experience yet another season on this Earth. My children were still sleeping, warm in their beds, the dog was not whining to be let out – it was just a great morning. After taking the boys to school I came home and slowly enjoyed a delicious cup of hot chocolate in my favorite mug, thank you Rebecca. Lacey and I enjoyed breakfast then I got to work sewing up four custom orders. I'm glad I had such a sweet, slow morning. In a few short hours it will be dinner, homework, and a football game. Different pace for sure – but just as sweet! Happy Monday everyone.

Fair!

2008-10-12T21:27:00.001-04:00

We went to the fair on Friday. It was so crowded. My favorite part, as always, was the food. JUNK, but delicious. I was "good" all week so I could get into those Fiske fries!

Can you feel fall?

2008-10-09T15:51:00.005-04:00

I looked out of my kitchen window today and noticed that my front porch was covered in brown, crispy leaves. Fall has arrived! A lot of the oaks in my yard still look fairly green, but those brown leaves were a sure sign that the seasons are changing. Fall is a beautiful time of year. A time for mother nature to take a nap and prepare for the spring to come. I'm not a fan of winter at all – I can never get warm – but Autumn winds and cooler temps are glorious. Fall also means football – and we are still busy with games and practices. Caleb is loving it. Caleb tells me his positions are first string defense and Safety – okay, so I don't know what that means – I just love to watch him play. As for the rest of us, Cody is breezing through 7th grade, Dylan is loving riding his bike and skateboarding in the cooler temps, and LuLu, well she is still THE Diva. Travis is putting in long hours at work and I'm oficially a WAHM (Work-at-home-mom). I've been a sewing FOOL. Lots of new stuff at Daff-A-Deals. I've done so many custom orders I have lost count, and I can never remember to take photos. I'll Update LuLu Belle, so check it out. LuLu Belle

Also, I'm planning a PAMPERED CHEF party on Wednesday, October 15 @ 6:30. Of course, Michelle Bass, (chic, chef, classy, consultant) will be handling the party for me. I love alliteration. LOL
Please come and bring a buddy or two.

Happy fall ya'll!

Happy B-Day!

2008-10-05T13:33:00.001-04:00

Happy Birthday Michelle! Hope your day is FABLULOUS!

Angels Among Us

2008-09-20T21:40:00.000-04:00

So, it was Wednesday of last week. I was all caught up on my dress orders (whew!) and I was looking forward to taking Lacey to story time at the Camden Library. I also knew I needed to run to Blythewood to run a few errands, but I could do that any day. Wednesday was story time. We were all dressed and ready. I was stir crazy from a week of sewing and I was determined to get out of the house! We got in the car and it was the oddest thing, but I just couldn't go to Camden. I kept feeling like I should go to Blythewood. SO, to Blythewood we headed. I was feeling guilty all the way because I thought Lacey needed to go to story time.
I get to Blythewood, ran some errands and as I'm pulling out of a store, something felt strange. FLAT TIRE!! Ack. I tried to get Travis at work but their phone system was out that day. As I hung up my phone, I looked up and there was Brother Dinkins (Valencia's dad, Ginger's granddad) peeking his head out of B&D Auto. I walked over to B&D hoping Bro. Dinkins could tell me who to call. Well, he would have none of that. He stopped what he was doing and put my spare on for me. He gave me B&D's phone number in case something went wrong on my way home. I was soooo thankful for Bro. Dinkins. He was my angel on Wed – right there when I needed help. What a blessing for me! I'm thankful that I didn't go to Camden, even though I wanted to. Nobody would have been there to help me and I would have been stranded for quite a while. Bro. Dinkins had me on the road on 45 minutes. There are angels among us. I hope to pay his good deed forward!