1. brand new socks
2. spa goodies
3. Scottie dog noses/beards
4. laughter
5. sunshine
January 18, 2009
January 17, 2009
grace in small things: part 6 of 365
1. Saturdays in jammies
2. purging and donating to the Goodwill
3. seven year old boys in Cub Scouts uniforms
4. the power of sticker charts
5. Spanish counting toddlers (who says Dora isn't educational?!)
2. purging and donating to the Goodwill
3. seven year old boys in Cub Scouts uniforms
4. the power of sticker charts
5. Spanish counting toddlers (who says Dora isn't educational?!)
January 16, 2009
grace in small things: part 5 of 365
1. the return of Nie
2. new grocery stores
3. yogurt in tubes
4. possibilities of a new home with space for all of us
5. a five year old with brand-new glasses
2. new grocery stores
3. yogurt in tubes
4. possibilities of a new home with space for all of us
5. a five year old with brand-new glasses
January 15, 2009
grace in small things: part 4 of 365
1. baseball caps
2. bookstores
3. Wondertime magazine
4. carwashes with vacuum cleaners
5. glitter glue
2. bookstores
3. Wondertime magazine
4. carwashes with vacuum cleaners
5. glitter glue
January 14, 2009
new blog loves
Simple Lovely :: Light and bright, but oh so warm and charming.
Skip to my Lou :: I think I've mentioned my love affair before. Excellent ideas and crafts.
Tip Junkie :: I love tips!!! Who doesn't?!
The Secret is in the Sauce :: Saucy!!
today's Creative blog :: Speaks to my soul.
coolmompicks :: Cool and mom in one word ... what's there more to say.
Skip to my Lou :: I think I've mentioned my love affair before. Excellent ideas and crafts.
Tip Junkie :: I love tips!!! Who doesn't?!
The Secret is in the Sauce :: Saucy!!
today's Creative blog :: Speaks to my soul.
coolmompicks :: Cool and mom in one word ... what's there more to say.
grace in small things: part 3 or 365
1. bounce dryer sheets: fresh linen scent
2. American Idol season 8
3. home brewed coffee by husband
4. new trash can
5. Lucky Charms
2. American Idol season 8
3. home brewed coffee by husband
4. new trash can
5. Lucky Charms
January 13, 2009
congratulations are in order
Remember this birthday cake?I hosted an Asian themed second birthday party for our residing petite artiste last March. I searched high and low at every Asian bakery this side of Seattle for a panda cake. The best they could provide me with was Winnie the Pooh which made no sense to me what-so-ever. The party I was planning was a small affair and I didn't want to order a gigantic Costco cake. I wanted something small and cute and relevant to the theme. Exhausted, I then remembered my friend, Kristen, and her awesome cake decorating talents. I've been witness to some pretty spectacular birthday cakes of her making over the years. So I took a chance and shot her an email asking her if she would be willing to humor me in my cake decorating plight. She agreed. I told her I just wanted something cute, that looked like a panda. And this fabulously perfect cake was what I got in return.
Kristen put in a surprise phone call to me this morning informing me that she entered this panda cake into a contest and won second place. The win also came along with two hundred buck-a-roos and a showcase in the March/April edition of Simple & Delicious Magazine. How cool is that?! Congratulations Kristen!!
grace in small things: part 2 of 365
1. Surprise phone calls from old friends
2. Carmex
3. new blog loves
4. Valentine decorations
5. Lost premiere January 21st
2. Carmex
3. new blog loves
4. Valentine decorations
5. Lost premiere January 21st
January 12, 2009
January 10, 2009
and so it begins
With this card, I do pledge, a berry happy birthday to Baby Love. Who will turn three years old on March 2nd with a Strawberry Shortcake celebration like no other. And, since at the ripe old age of three can no longer be referred to as a "baby" we might just have to acquire a new pet name for the soon-to-be preschooler. One rumbling around my head lately is
... drum roll please ...
Petite Artiste!!!
TA-DA!
Why? You ask.
Because the girl draws on anything and everything. No wall, piece of furniture or body part is safe when she is wielding a marking utensil. Nothing I tell you; nothing is safe!!
spectacled children
Yesterday was Wonder Boy and The Divine Miss O's eye appointments with our local children's optometrist. Good news, Wonder Boy's eye sight is getting better and his prescription changed. He was diagnosed with Strabismus (not to be confused with lazy eye or amblyopia) two years ago. With the help of glasses, we've slowly started to correct his vision. Does that mean he will grow out of this and some day not need to wear glasses? We don't know. With his new prescription and his current frames becoming too small for his face, he picked out himself a new pair. They are very square with silver and red stripes on the side. I'm a tad nervous about his choice but they were kind of cool. I'm eager to get them back to examine his new look. It will probably take some getting used to.
Last year when Miss O had her first eye exam we became aware of a slight stigmatism in her right eye. Nothing to worry about at the time, but instructed to be aware of it. As expected, the stigmatism became worse and she was given a prescription to her squealing delight. All she cared about was her ability to get PINK glasses with a PINK case. She was also prescribed patch therapy. She has to cover up her "good" eye for four hours a day. The thought of covering up one of her eyes for a good chunk of her day didn't really bother her much. All she was worried about was if her patch would be PINK of course. So she picked out a pair of pink frames with a pink case and pink eye patch. She'll be the best pink pirate princess you've ever seen!!
We get to pick up the new glasses in about 10 days and I'll be sure to take pictures. I would have taken pictures yesterday but I was too busy derailing my three busy little people from the many candy bowls and cookie trays. Why do these places torture me so???
Last year when Miss O had her first eye exam we became aware of a slight stigmatism in her right eye. Nothing to worry about at the time, but instructed to be aware of it. As expected, the stigmatism became worse and she was given a prescription to her squealing delight. All she cared about was her ability to get PINK glasses with a PINK case. She was also prescribed patch therapy. She has to cover up her "good" eye for four hours a day. The thought of covering up one of her eyes for a good chunk of her day didn't really bother her much. All she was worried about was if her patch would be PINK of course. So she picked out a pair of pink frames with a pink case and pink eye patch. She'll be the best pink pirate princess you've ever seen!!
We get to pick up the new glasses in about 10 days and I'll be sure to take pictures. I would have taken pictures yesterday but I was too busy derailing my three busy little people from the many candy bowls and cookie trays. Why do these places torture me so???
January 8, 2009
little red heads unite
My sister-in-law turned me onto the awesome little RED HEADS across America website via coolmompicks. As soon as I click in, I was hooked and very much related to her story of having a ginger haired son. I ordered the book yesterday and on a whim, I sent the author/creator an email. To my surprise, she wrote back and asked me to share my feedback. How fab is that?! Once in a while you do encounter great people, unlike the woman who bulldozed her way over-sized car in front of me and then slammed on her brakes this morning.
When I pregnant with Wonder Boy, we knew very little about this human growing inside my tummy aside from he was a boy. We speculated what he would look like and assumed he would have dark hair because Daddy's hair is so dark. As a small child, I was anointed "Little Irish" from my great grandfather because of my copper colored locks. My father having strawberry blond/Auburn hair himself (and his father as well) it was always assumed my hair color was passed down from him. However, having not paid much attention to the biology of genes from high school lab, we just thought dark hair was dominate and therefor our children would have dark hair. Then Wonder Boy was born, a week late, with a fluorescent glow crowning his round head the likes we'd never expected.
In his seven years of life we've grown accustom to his orange top and his porcelain skin, but it is not unusual to be out in public and be asked about his coloring or told stories of great grandfathers or sisters or mothers or second cousins once removed and their red hair. We've learned to politely listen and carry on. If I had a dollar every time I was asked "where did he get that red hair?", I would be a rich woman today. I'm not even kidding. Since we just really didn't know how or why Wonder Boy's hair was so red, we started making up little antidotes to tell people when faced with the ever present question. It is true I craved and ate baby carrots by the bag fulls when pregnant with our son. So we fed Wonder Boy the line "my mom ate a lot of carrots" when grandmotherly types and retail associates asked him about his hair color. It is amazing how many awkward situations you can avoid with a laugh. Because, truthfully, those strangers don't really care exactly where Wonder Boy's hair color came from they just want to make note of it.
Then I read the red hair facts on Nicole's website and how red hair is a recessive trait meaning it has to come from both the mother and the father. We knew J's aunt has ginger coloring plus my father, grandfather and myself made for a cocktail that is Wonder Boy. There are many names for those with red hair. Copper top, ginger, carrot top, red, etc. We suffice to call our red head, El Fuego.
Side Note: For those who know me and are wondering...I do love the blond foils!!
When I pregnant with Wonder Boy, we knew very little about this human growing inside my tummy aside from he was a boy. We speculated what he would look like and assumed he would have dark hair because Daddy's hair is so dark. As a small child, I was anointed "Little Irish" from my great grandfather because of my copper colored locks. My father having strawberry blond/Auburn hair himself (and his father as well) it was always assumed my hair color was passed down from him. However, having not paid much attention to the biology of genes from high school lab, we just thought dark hair was dominate and therefor our children would have dark hair. Then Wonder Boy was born, a week late, with a fluorescent glow crowning his round head the likes we'd never expected.
In his seven years of life we've grown accustom to his orange top and his porcelain skin, but it is not unusual to be out in public and be asked about his coloring or told stories of great grandfathers or sisters or mothers or second cousins once removed and their red hair. We've learned to politely listen and carry on. If I had a dollar every time I was asked "where did he get that red hair?", I would be a rich woman today. I'm not even kidding. Since we just really didn't know how or why Wonder Boy's hair was so red, we started making up little antidotes to tell people when faced with the ever present question. It is true I craved and ate baby carrots by the bag fulls when pregnant with our son. So we fed Wonder Boy the line "my mom ate a lot of carrots" when grandmotherly types and retail associates asked him about his hair color. It is amazing how many awkward situations you can avoid with a laugh. Because, truthfully, those strangers don't really care exactly where Wonder Boy's hair color came from they just want to make note of it.
Then I read the red hair facts on Nicole's website and how red hair is a recessive trait meaning it has to come from both the mother and the father. We knew J's aunt has ginger coloring plus my father, grandfather and myself made for a cocktail that is Wonder Boy. There are many names for those with red hair. Copper top, ginger, carrot top, red, etc. We suffice to call our red head, El Fuego.
Side Note: For those who know me and are wondering...I do love the blond foils!!
it's the small things
After months of talk and living without a trash can (long story), I finally did it. I ordered a really cool, retro garbage can. I can't wait to receive it so I can fill it up. I'm hoping the coolness will help inspire my children to throw their trash away as well as keep the dogs out of it too. If we have to reside in this house for another year, we might as well make it look good.
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