friday night blues

Mama's weak attempt at spicin' up bath-time.



Miss you Boo. (xo)

he might be on to something

Brad has always said that the reason he wants 'girls' is that in their eyes their dad can do no wrong. 

Anyway... earlier this week I had gotten upset with Rosa & I was explaining to Vida Blue just this morning (yah, sometimes it takes me awhile to come around) that it actually hadn't been Rosa's fault, it was my fault and mama was really sorry. I went on to say that everyone makes mistakes and the important thing to do is to say you're sorry and keep on lovin' one another. Then I said "Besides there's only one person who's perfect right?" and without a moment's hesitation she said "Yah, dad"... "Oh, and Jesus".

I think this is where I start to hope and pray for a boy. For reals.

just because...

ready, set...

We're in the process of putting up a fence around a good portion of our property. Every night for the last week or so we've taken the girls out & walked around to check out how things are progressing.

Tonight was no different. I did however, text Mandy the following message & photo:

Walking the property like we do every night... Vida Blue with her overnight bag. Packed of course.

Yes, this Friday night we're due for round two of Vida Blue sleeping over. (Here's a precap of round one.) Can I just say, it still kills me. The idea that she would want to voluntarily be away from me/us just pulls at my heart. Since Sunday (when her request/plea was given life) I have been slowly convincing myself that I am actually 'the facilitator' of this sleep-over. It was my idea. I am such a fun mama. I make progress easier by encouraging my babes to fly the coop and experience new things away from home... away from me. Such bullsh*t. Can I blame this on hormones? Cause I would if I could, believe me.

blame it on the hormones.

There was a lot of loveliness this past weekend. So much so in fact that at one point I found myself sitting in the hallway of our hotel suite* sobbing as I contemplated how I, we, could possibly 'successfully' bring another human being into the mix. I should add that as I was experiencing these moments of fear & uncertainty I also happened to be eavesdropping on Vida Blue as she sang her sister to sleep with a made up song about being thankful & happy. It was quite possibly one of the sweetest things I've ever heard in my life & let me tell you it went on and on and on. (As did my tears.) Maybe I should also mention that this was the first time in B and I's 'hotel history with kids' that we got to sleep alone in one bed while the girls slept alone in another. Momentous non? Gosh it felt good. And while we may have a really good groove happening over here at the moment, I know another babe will just make it that much sweeter. I know this. I do. I am just going to relish in all this goodness for the next four (or so) months. Maybe even put in a special request for monthly hotel stays to soak it up a little.

*This is one of the many perks that comes with being married to Bradley... hotel rooms get upgraded to hotel suites with hallways and multiple bathrooms and maybe a kitchen or two thrown in for fun. Lucky B. : )

two frames: miss ever's happy dance

Eating here will do that to a girl. : ) Tom Douglas, we heart you.

this morning (i.e. most mornings)

Miss Ever thumps across the room to my side of the bed and is ready to party immediately. Vida Blue remains crashed to the world. In our bed I might add. This all takes place after 8am. I ain't complainin'.

a new addition

This morning we picked up Vida Blue's final painting from 4Cats Arts Studio and to say I love it is a mild understatement. First thing we did upon arriving home was a little "rearrangin" to her art space. You see her piece? Hangin' out on the top shelf? That's a replica of Tom Thomson's "Autumn Foliage 1916". Oh my word. Kill me now. I break out in a grin every time I see it.

dude, are you serious?!?

Just when I think my heart can't get any more full... I discover this. Bless you Corinna. And thank you. You somehow always manage to get it just right. Beautiful words. Beautiful photos. Beautiful you.

a portrait of peace

And sweaty pits. So ignore the photo's obvious campiness. I was doing everything in my power to pump myself up (vintage merlot in hand) to head next door to our neighbour's property. I left our doorstep to chants of "go mommy go! go mommy go!" and even that bit of encouragement seemed to help.

Here's what you need to know. This morning Rosa (amidst freak snowstorm) got away from me & proceeded to head next door to eventually kill/eat one of the neighbour's chickens. Yah. Just a little devastating. And while at one point our relationship with said neighbours was pretty great... {insert our ever escaping puppy that their dog detests & the accidental topping of one of their trees} it seemed to get a little awkward. And fast. My immediate reaction after aforementioned 'offences' was to simply avoid. And avoid I did... until tonight. Hence the sweaty pits. And overly cheesy photo op. 

But if you must know, it was all worth it. I was invited in, offered tea and most importantly my apologies were taken to heart. I learned they appreciate a good bottle of vino (whoot!) and had even begun to miss seein' me around (whoot! whoot!). Alls well that ends well I say. For tonight anyway.

Namaste. : ) 

any day of the week.

This house is lived in. And loved. Hard. Then put back in order (with the help of four little hands) before the mister gets home. 

And tomorrow, we'll repeat. : )

hands down, the best part of my day:

Witnessing nine little people pledge to take care of the earth. I'm not sure it gets much sweeter than that. *smile*

just a little overdue

I love these photos almost as much as I love the photographer who took them. It was Miss Blue's birthday and a little get-together was planned with her pschool peeps. Her requests were simple really... white & blue balloons and cupcakes with "mish-mellows". Done and done. Now enjoy.

P.S. It's a crazy wonderful thing... having crazy talented girlfriends.

just because...