monday evening: an up date

What can I tell you? In my head this photo played out way cooler than it actually turned out to be. But my man agreed to pose with me... in front of a mirrored doorway no less. That's something. And I'll take it.

monday morning: an update

What can I tell you? Little Miss Scarface is healing quite nicely. The pretty shoes are a clever distraction. (Gwennie... that last shot is for you. Just look at that pointed-toe-pose.) This unexpected photo shoot took place while Little Miss Meticulous hand-selected flowers for her special "Grempa". I must say, it proved to be a pretty sweet morning all around.

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and my ugly

Yes, it was one of those days. I don't know exactly, but it may have had something to do with our ever-escapin' puppy... or our ever-tumblin' Ever. Hard to say.

Regardless, I'm thankful for...

* New (incredibly kind & courteous) neighbours who call bright & early (multiple times) to let you know your puppy has escaped yet again.

* A husband who comes home from working a 12+ hour day (Polysporin for kiddo's in hand) and promptly takes over. Taking over includes listening to the drama of the day, reassuring you (in the kindest way possible) that it could've been a whole lot worse and then cooking up dinner for everyone involved. (Yes, I did good. I know.) 

And just like that, I'm off. To dream of puppies that stay-put, gravel-free pathways and self-cleaning kitchens. 

Maybe even in that order.

my good

I know it's time for a haircut when I cut my own bangs. Or when I can't recall the last time I went without a hat. I'm a make the appointment for that day kinda girl. And so I did... and set out this afternoon kid free, with hat-in-tow of course.

I went in for a trim (and bang clean-up) but came out with something a little more fun & fresh. I've had this haircut idea for years now but every time I ask the stylist to do it they adamantly say no, it must be bob-short. I don't do bob-short. And while Miss Kara started out a little hesitant... she got the job done. And good to boot. For tonight anyway.

my bad

This morning I dropped Vida Blue off at Miss Carleigh's. On the way over we had our usual chat about manners and such. You know... what it means to be a guest in someone else's home; please & thank you's, sharing & kindness... that kinda stuff.

Mid-visit I received this photo.

Note to self: Maybe next time add the bit about 'sittin'-like-a-lady'.

slow movin' mornings

They're becoming a habit around here. Up until these last few weeks I can't say I was their biggest fan. But this house invites slow... especially mornings. And they're delicious. I know that now.  

(This morning was no exception.) 

P.S. You gotta love Christmas pj's in May. And simultaneously. My goodness.

a glimpse

More to come. Soon.

what we're dancing to over here...

Happy Saturday Everyone!

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oh so true

I read this great article the other night about this husband & wife who planned and then carried out this crazy adventure together. It was pretty inspiring to say the least but my favorite bit was when the husband was quoted saying this;

"I like you," I said to my wife. We said "I love you" all the time. Liking, ten years into marriage, felt more special. It felt conditional." - Daniel Duane 

Just a heads up babe. This might be my new move. "I like you." It's true, I do. And here are just a few reasons why:

* You do things like threaten to throw a bowl of water at me whenever I attempt to take your photo.

* You go along with my elaborate birthday surprises... even when you're feeling lousy. Like you might vomit lousy. (What's not to like about that?)

* For a present this year you asked for more LEGO.

* Instead of flowers you bring me home basil plants. 

* Nine nights out of ten you put Miss Ever to sleep because you're just so damn good at it. (You don't know it but most nights I listen in on the monitor & crush on you pretty hard.)

Happy Birthday babe. I think you're all that, and more... but you knew that already. (xo) 

ever johnny,

This is how I'm choosing to remember you today.

Love you kid. Even the not so lovable bits.

morning glory

You know, it might not be the large soft tub they're used to but that doesn't mean there's any lack of love.

just because...

dear michael stipe,

I still really like you.

...

And yes, in case you were wondering... we're down Internet, cable and a land line. Strange it seems, I've never been happier. 
As for any other noteworthy items, here they are in no particular order;

* I think cobwebs are kinda charming.

* I build a pretty mean fire. Every morning.

* Vida Blue is obsessed with dirt. 

* Ever is obsessed with eating rocks.

* Bradley has survived not watching sports highlights for ten consecutive nights. 

I never thought I'd write any of the above in my lifetime.

"This place is the beat of my heart."

Btw this post is brought to you by my husband's rocket stick. (Wow, that sounds naughty.) He repeatedly told me not to go on YouTube as it eats up time like you wouldn't believe. Sorry babe. I'm a terrible wifey. 

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Get 'em here. 

for your viewing pleasure

An artist & her "mommy owl". I don't know about you but I'm seeing a little E.T.

Note to self: It may be time to tape up my hat box & retire Miss V's (fresh out of the wash) 'princess dress'.  

what we're dancing to over here...

A perfect song for twirling, 
a little foot stompin' 
& putting to use our "titty tat" moves.

Happy Thursday Everyone! 

our soon to be driveway

This afternoon Vida Blue once again asked to go on the "oller coaster ride" which is a series of fun hills on a road that leads up to our new place. I happily obliged.

We've done more drive-bys in the last four weeks than we'd care to admit. And this is the view. Not a lot of love.

But these hand holding shots... they are startin' to kill me. Nothing but sweet love there.

a friendly reminder

This morning "Dave" from the Salvation Army 'drop-off zone' told me that in the six months he'd worked there nobody had ever taken the time to ask his name. I just laughed and told him I was certain no one in the last month was quite the regular like me. He smiled, but I could see he was touched and it was in that split-second that I had a little 'aha moment'. To just take a little more time with people. To be genuine. Show some kindness. And to ask questions and listen. 

You see, yesterday I had the most lovely African woman strike up a conversation with me and at the time I was just so caught up in what I was doing. I was so not in the mood to talk, let alone listen. And the worst part about it was she could tell. Later on in the day after everything I'd set out to do had been done, I even confessed to Brad how terrible I felt about it.  

So this is just a friendly reminder to you sweet Jenne that things always have a way of getting done. Boxes will get packed all in due time. Mini-vans will get detailed. Fridges scrubbed. (Fingers crossed Sarah.) But most importantly in the grand scheme of things... none of that stuff matters. It really doesn't. 

Thirty-two and still learning. You gotta' love it.

kids in a box

I'm afraid that's the best I got this morning. Moving day is three sleeps away & this mama's got a one track mind. 

Over. And. Out.