What can I say, I get lost in those deep brown eyes. She is truly magical in every way.
Oh boy how I love that little girl.
Your mind will answer most questions if you learn to relax and wait for the answer. ~ William S. Burroughs
Wednesday, May 18, 2011
Kat Smiles
Your mind will answer most questions if you learn to relax and wait for the answer. ~ William S. Burroughs
Sunday, May 1, 2011
Birthday Bedlam!
And then they were asleep. Finally. I never thought it would happen but after 2 minutes of stillness I heard the golden sound I was looking for, the even breathing of three little girls snoring. HALLELUJAH!
I have never heard so many giggles in one place for a very long time. This reminds me of how I feel when I am with my best girlies on a coffee night. Pure joy, pure friendship. To my best girlies, I love more than words can say. To my daughter, love you across the universe and back again in infinity.
Your mind will answer most questions if you learn to relax and wait for the answer.
~ William S. Burroughs
I have never heard so many giggles in one place for a very long time. This reminds me of how I feel when I am with my best girlies on a coffee night. Pure joy, pure friendship. To my best girlies, I love more than words can say. To my daughter, love you across the universe and back again in infinity.
Your mind will answer most questions if you learn to relax and wait for the answer.
~ William S. Burroughs
Monday, April 25, 2011
Happy Birthday Miss Kat!
This little face brings me a tremendous amount of joy. Today is a very special day, today is my daughter's 8th birthday. I am amazed by her everyday, she is so full of life, full of wonder, curiousity and just plain sweet. I love this little girl who is no longer my baby and will soon be my young lady. I will cry the day she will not let me hug her and kiss her little sweet face as much as she does now. So to you my dearest my heart is yours.
Ever Thine,
Mommy
Your mind will answer most questions if you learn to relax and wait for the answer. ~ William S. Burroughs
Wednesday, April 13, 2011
Funny the way it is........
I was having a conversation the other day with some friends and my dad came up. It is funny the things we choose to remember and the things we put on the shelf. The shelf stuff for me is pretty tough. My internal closet has everything, and I mean EVERYTHING, I experienced with my dad during my childhood and part of my adult life on those shelves. I rifle through those shelves, searching, looking for some answers of why I am the way I am. Amidst the heartache, tears, and anger (what child agrees with everything their parents do) I look for the lesson. I firmly believe there was a lesson somewhere in each experience. What I am trying to say is that he may not have always delivered the lesson in a positive conventional way but the lesson was there none the less.
When I look at my children, this is the time when I try to find the lesson so that I can impart the wisdom to them. The things I did not like about my childhood I try to redirect so they can have a different experience. I am not always successful but I whole heartily try to make their childhood happy, healthy, and purposeful.
Now with all that being said, the other side of the closet contains all the outlandish, unbelievable things my dad's life brought to the forefront. Those moments are jewels and reasons why he was not allowed to be on his own at the house without supervision or at least a ride to the emergency room.
1. He cut himself out of a tree. Three times.
2. His own truck ran over him.
3. While burning brush on his property the fire had reached a heat point where the surrounding trees were catching on fire. To which he instructed my younger brother to fetch hoses. My brother enters the house and said to my mom, "Where are all the hoses? Dad needs them."
4. The property has water storage containers which are very large and tall Tupperware pitchers. The hole at the top is just big enough to have a small man fit to get inside. Guess which small man fit?
5. The surrounding area had a large fire which burned hundreds and hundreds of acres. The CDF worked extremely hard to contain the fire from destroying many homes in the area. One of the entry points was down my parents road. Dad decided to "take a gander" at the carnage. End result: small man, large truck stuck in soft soil in the middle of burn zone. CDF had to helicopter his vehicle out of the area. He was escorted back home to which they warned mom not to let him out of the fenced yard.
This is just the top five. There are many, MANY more "jewels" to tell. It is funny the things we remember. The sounds in our heads of the one lost in our world. I still hear his laugh, his sputtering when he was about to tell a tall tale, I remember the lines in his face, his eyebrows furrowed in a tight ball in the middle of his forehead, the thump of his boots on the floor. Most of all I remember the tears in his eyes when he found out his dad died, the tears in his eyes when he found out about the twins on his birthday, the day I graduated from college, the day Emma Kat was born. I remember him.
Your mind will answer most questions if you learn to relax and wait for the answer. ~ William S. Burroughs
When I look at my children, this is the time when I try to find the lesson so that I can impart the wisdom to them. The things I did not like about my childhood I try to redirect so they can have a different experience. I am not always successful but I whole heartily try to make their childhood happy, healthy, and purposeful.
Now with all that being said, the other side of the closet contains all the outlandish, unbelievable things my dad's life brought to the forefront. Those moments are jewels and reasons why he was not allowed to be on his own at the house without supervision or at least a ride to the emergency room.
1. He cut himself out of a tree. Three times.
2. His own truck ran over him.
3. While burning brush on his property the fire had reached a heat point where the surrounding trees were catching on fire. To which he instructed my younger brother to fetch hoses. My brother enters the house and said to my mom, "Where are all the hoses? Dad needs them."
4. The property has water storage containers which are very large and tall Tupperware pitchers. The hole at the top is just big enough to have a small man fit to get inside. Guess which small man fit?
5. The surrounding area had a large fire which burned hundreds and hundreds of acres. The CDF worked extremely hard to contain the fire from destroying many homes in the area. One of the entry points was down my parents road. Dad decided to "take a gander" at the carnage. End result: small man, large truck stuck in soft soil in the middle of burn zone. CDF had to helicopter his vehicle out of the area. He was escorted back home to which they warned mom not to let him out of the fenced yard.
This is just the top five. There are many, MANY more "jewels" to tell. It is funny the things we remember. The sounds in our heads of the one lost in our world. I still hear his laugh, his sputtering when he was about to tell a tall tale, I remember the lines in his face, his eyebrows furrowed in a tight ball in the middle of his forehead, the thump of his boots on the floor. Most of all I remember the tears in his eyes when he found out his dad died, the tears in his eyes when he found out about the twins on his birthday, the day I graduated from college, the day Emma Kat was born. I remember him.
Your mind will answer most questions if you learn to relax and wait for the answer. ~ William S. Burroughs
Monday, April 11, 2011
Happy Birthday Dad!
I have written before about my dad. Not a perfect man but a memorable one none the less. When I can compose myself, I will write a bit more. Tonight, the kids and I will be releasing a balloon with our special messages inside. This is great this year because the kids can write their own messages. I can't wait to see what they will put. Happy Birthday Daddy! I miss you more than you know.
Your mind will answer most questions if you learn to relax and wait for the answer. ~ William S. Burroughs
Friday, March 25, 2011
It happened one morning......
I have been flipping through the handbook all morning. NOTHING! You know, THE HANDBOOK? The handbook for moms with multiple daughters in the house. Yeah now I see the expression on your face change. THAT HANDBOOK. Well, the handbook has nothing on what I saw this morning. The feeling I have in my stomach is that I will be spending a lot of days with my hand over my forehead asking myself repeatedly "Why?"
This morning was not unlike any other morning before school. Kids up, working on getting dressed for the day. Nothing unusual right? WRONG. See this morning was tilted by a generous donation from a family friend of clothes to the kids. So I had gone through and separated by size (by the way 95% of the clothing was Bitsy LaRue size) and made little piles for each of the kids. Wonderful stuff, it is going to be great.
So Bits finally gets around and asked me if I would help her pick something out from "her" pile. I said yes and she wanted to wear leggings with a long sweater dress. Sure, why not, the kids are starting express themselves by what clothes they want to wear and hey it could be worse. So far I am lucky the worse thing they choose may be a mismatch shirt and pants, it's not like they want piercings or a mohawk. I have bigger battles to fight so I let it be. Bits is very happy and strutting around the house. She does look cute. How could she not, have you seen her? Then the Kat comes in and asked me to help her. Now her pile is a bit smaller (maybe 4 items) but there is a cute brown skirt and I say Kat you can wear this with some leggings and a long sleeve shirt. She complies and comes out looking Kat fab as usual.
What happened next was frightening. I could not move from my coffee or couch cushion. The Kat saunters up to Bits who is sitting at the table eating breakfast and says "How do I look?" and she pops her hip to the side. From the looongggg emphasis on the "I" it was on like Donkey Kong. I stopped breathing. The next few minutes of implied pleasantries between the sisters was booming like tympani drums in my head. Silky, ooozy, quietly sardonic words leaked from their lips. As Kat turned to get her breakfast I saw the smug smile on her lips, while Bits in the background gave her the "as if" once over as she walked away.
The encounter was over. I know it is only temporary. The upcoming conversation is coming quicker than I imagined. The whom will be cuter competition is here. As I sit here looking at the cover of the manual I try to imagine how I would write that chapter. I think I am doomed. I didn't grow up with a sister. I have sisters now, my friends are my sisters. Thank goodness we met as adults because if this is what goes down with young female sibs, Lord help the boys who attempt to date my daughters and Lord protect those girls whom try to out "SNAP!" Kat and Bits because they will eat them for lunch and dinner.
And for those of you wondering about the boy? Well he kept his head down, finished his food and went to put his shoes and socks on. How wonderfully, perfectly simple my boy is. He is so smart he makes himself invisible to the potential raging estrogen and I even got a good morning hug and kiss as he passed by.
Your mind will answer most questions if you learn to relax and wait for the answer. ~ William S. Burroughs
This morning was not unlike any other morning before school. Kids up, working on getting dressed for the day. Nothing unusual right? WRONG. See this morning was tilted by a generous donation from a family friend of clothes to the kids. So I had gone through and separated by size (by the way 95% of the clothing was Bitsy LaRue size) and made little piles for each of the kids. Wonderful stuff, it is going to be great.
So Bits finally gets around and asked me if I would help her pick something out from "her" pile. I said yes and she wanted to wear leggings with a long sweater dress. Sure, why not, the kids are starting express themselves by what clothes they want to wear and hey it could be worse. So far I am lucky the worse thing they choose may be a mismatch shirt and pants, it's not like they want piercings or a mohawk. I have bigger battles to fight so I let it be. Bits is very happy and strutting around the house. She does look cute. How could she not, have you seen her? Then the Kat comes in and asked me to help her. Now her pile is a bit smaller (maybe 4 items) but there is a cute brown skirt and I say Kat you can wear this with some leggings and a long sleeve shirt. She complies and comes out looking Kat fab as usual.
What happened next was frightening. I could not move from my coffee or couch cushion. The Kat saunters up to Bits who is sitting at the table eating breakfast and says "How do I look?" and she pops her hip to the side. From the looongggg emphasis on the "I" it was on like Donkey Kong. I stopped breathing. The next few minutes of implied pleasantries between the sisters was booming like tympani drums in my head. Silky, ooozy, quietly sardonic words leaked from their lips. As Kat turned to get her breakfast I saw the smug smile on her lips, while Bits in the background gave her the "as if" once over as she walked away.
The encounter was over. I know it is only temporary. The upcoming conversation is coming quicker than I imagined. The whom will be cuter competition is here. As I sit here looking at the cover of the manual I try to imagine how I would write that chapter. I think I am doomed. I didn't grow up with a sister. I have sisters now, my friends are my sisters. Thank goodness we met as adults because if this is what goes down with young female sibs, Lord help the boys who attempt to date my daughters and Lord protect those girls whom try to out "SNAP!" Kat and Bits because they will eat them for lunch and dinner.
And for those of you wondering about the boy? Well he kept his head down, finished his food and went to put his shoes and socks on. How wonderfully, perfectly simple my boy is. He is so smart he makes himself invisible to the potential raging estrogen and I even got a good morning hug and kiss as he passed by.
Your mind will answer most questions if you learn to relax and wait for the answer. ~ William S. Burroughs
Thursday, March 3, 2011
Chatanooga Thriller Style
This is was surprising to hear about this morning. I think this is fantastic and I am hopefully going to convince my local department to come up with their own PR opportunity. It is true, fire fighters can do ANYTHING!
Your mind will answer most questions if you learn to relax and wait for the answer. ~ William S. Burroughs
Your mind will answer most questions if you learn to relax and wait for the answer. ~ William S. Burroughs
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