Monday, January 28, 2013

a pinterest mom, I will never be

Pinterest moms.  You know the ones.  The ones that make the ridiculously cute projects all while cooking the most ridiculously delicious meals while wearing the most ridiculously fab outfits with their ridiculously well behaved and perfectly groomed children. Not to mention updating their entire home decor in under 3 hours with a $4 budget, and still managing to find time to teach their 2 year old calculus with nothing but some papier mache and a pipe cleaner. And while I so wish I could say that was me, it very much is not.  I enjoy the results of such lovely things, but the process for me is excruciating.  You see, I am not a planner.

When our little family went on a cross country road trip two summers ago, my idea of planning was to pack a few bags, hop in the car and stop wherever and whenever we darn well pleased.  My husband (very much a planner), was not on board with this "plan".   So as you could guess, we ended up with an actual itinerary--which probably worked out for the better (but don't tell my husband I said so).

Anyway, I'd much rather fly by the seat of my pants, which while more fun {in my humble and correct opinion}, often results in many a forgotten task, ideas that never come to fruition, and a child who, on most days of the week, never even puts on real clothes--unless you count transformer costumes as real clothes, because then YES, we have that one in the bag!

So this got me thinking about other things I've done {and do...} that would cause these lovely little pinterest mamas to cringe.  And here's what I came up with:


1)  Sam's birthday party last year. Entirely lacking in any theme whatsoever and not a single etsy item in sight.  Never will my child have one of those absolutely adorable themed b-day parties with all hand-made-items-that-look-like-they-were-made-by-professionals-to-look-homemade.  However, the Dollar Tree and I are practically BFFs.

2) My little guy has worn Halloween costumes every.single.day since Halloween. and I let him.  And sometimes I even let him be a "secret Optimus" under his clothes when we go out.

3)  Once upon a time, I tried to decorate the little man's room all cute-like with walls painted the color of "sea salt" and framed picasso animal sketches hanging from silky white ribbons.  Then grandma bought him giant 'Avengers' wall stickers for Christmas.  Obviously, I let him hang them up.  All by himself.  He thinks they look fantastic and rearranges them on a daily basis.

4)  I allow Sam to tell "toot jokes" when it is just the three of us at home.  What is a toot joke, you ask?  Why, it's when rather than saying excuse me after you toot, you proudly proclaim "TOOT JOKE!!!" instead and then laugh hysterically at said "joke".


5)  In a sea of kids at the Portland Children's Museum with cutely painted kitty whiskers, and the ever so trendy swirly mustaches, I let my child paint his own face.  The result: pretty much our very own Joker straight out of 'The Dark Night'.  He proudly paraded around in this paint for the rest of the day.  The next morning when I told him that his nose still looked kinda red from the paint, he responded with "Thank you".


6) And yes, that is a Darth Vadar t-shirt. in public.  {p.s. it even has a cape velcroed to the back}

And there you have it, a short compilation of some of my recent least-pinterest-worthy moments as a mother.
Ya win some & lose some.
Or lose some & lose some.
Or I suppose, judging by the above grin, win some & win some.
Because as it turns out, it's all in the eye of the beholder anyway.


Wednesday, January 16, 2013

the choice

sweater: Gap, shirt: Target, jeans: Nordstrom Rack, shoes: Ross, purse: Nine West

You know how sometimes you go through a phase where you get caught up in all the "what ifs" and "whens" and "hows " of the future? And your feathers are ruffled a little too easily, and you might snap at your husband a little more quickly than you'd like and kinda sometimes seem to forget that you are actually on the same team. And you're a little too distracted to really fully devote yourself to even 10 minutes of pretending to be a Transformer. And you feel that all of your past plans for the future don't align as closely with your present as you'd once hoped. And with all that fretting and perseverating you begin to dig yourself into an ugly little hole.

Then, during a quiet moment, your little boy rests his head against your shoulder, slips his hand into yours and says "lets hold hands because we are best friends".

And something about that simple moment grabs your angry little soul's shoulders and shakes it until it remembers that it's all going to be okay, and that all that worry and frustration will never do a thing for you except produce more worry and frustration. And that everything that matters most is already right where it should be, all you need to do is open your eyes to see it.  So you choose.  You choose to grab that little hand, squeeze it tight, and turn your face toward all the good and the beauty and the love that does indeed surround you right at this very moment and, as it turns out, has been there the whole time.

You know? 

Friday, January 11, 2013

from his perspective


  • he is "humongous".  30 lbs of humongous.
  • daddy is "the best daddy in the whole world...no, universe!" {are we really already at the 'universe' phase??}  until he discovers that the best daddy in the whole universe ate his left over half-eaten-cheese-already-pulled-off-and-consumed slice of pizza, then the title is revoked.
  • his mommy is the "beautifulest" {so sad will be the day when he discovers Victoria's Secret catalogs...}
  • he is married to Lucy, the miniature dachshund.
  • other times he's married to mommy.
  • transformers are real.  and they drive around the streets of our cities
  • plans to build his own iron man suit when he "grows bigger and bigger".  he will purchase the necessary supplies from "the metal store".
  • heaven must be at church, because he is sure that is where Jesus lives and Jesus lives in heaven. solid reasoning.
  • he has to "read" daddy's anatomy books so that he can "fix people when they get broken" with his orange plastic tool set

Wednesday, January 2, 2013

and that's a wrap!

How did we spend our last {much too fleeting!} moments of 2012?
Pretty much like this:

We loved on our family.

 Opened some prezzies & nearly imploded with excitement.

Expanded a costume collection by 300%.

Flew high in the sky on our way to see Jon's family! {Can I just tell you how fancy we are now??  No more road trippin' for this fam!  Which, by the way, results in 3/4ths less travel time and about 9/10ths less stink upon arrival.}

Tried to understand why those men by the planes had "Darth Vader light sabers too", and more importantly tried to figure out, "Do they want to fight me?".
The answer being no.

Enjoyed catching up with an old friend and fellow high school orchestra survivor{aka "dork-estra"}.
She played the base, I, the violin.  It was a friendship forged in the fires of ultimate uncoolness.
Ohhh... how much can change in 10 years!

 Went sledding!  Because, oh em gee, there is actually snow in Nebraska!

Within half an hour in the cold and some serious scientific analysis, Sam came to the conclusion that he was "pretty sure this is the North Pole".

Took a mini vacay inside a vacay and drove to Kansas City.

Loved on some more family.

And some more...

Bonded with the cousins. Even when they pull your ear.

 And finally, headed back home.


Hope you all had a lovely end to the year of twenty twelve!
Happy New Year!