Wednesday, February 15, 2012

My kind of perfection

I think of things, witty things to say, or to type. I saw a friends Facebook status the other day and she asked if it was strange that she thinks in movie quotes. Someone posted below that it was ok, because she thinks in Facebook status updates. I think in blog posts.

I have a few blogs that I follow, one that I followed for a few years now and through the years I have gotten to a point where I almost feel like I know her personally. She writes so candidly that you really almost feel like she is talking to you. Many of her posts are just about the walks she took that day with her girls, and how they made a pie when they got home but somehow the posts are always interesting, and you leave them feeling like you glimpsed a tiny part of her fabulous day. I hope I create that. I strive to give that. On to my post.

I sat in a safety training class today, a somewhere between safety goal setting and the kid from transportation trying to explain the safety chair process I went to LaLa Land. You know that place where what you are supposed to be listening to, or watching fades out into the background and your eyes glaze over. I was there. I could almost smell Emery. She smelled like Noodle & Boo lotion. I could feel her sweet skin on the tip of my nose, and I actually wiggled my head as if I was nuzzling her sweet neck. Then the whiteboard came back into focus, and the class was teasing me, as I was in charge of rewarding people with chocolate for their participation and I was so far out in LaLa Land that I had missed someones reward. The minutes ticked by, it was now 4:03pm and the class was supposed to be over at 4:00. I could hardly keep my rear end in the seat, when we were finally dismissed, I seriously almost ran to my car only to be rewarded with traffic the WHOLE way home.  I stumbled my way in the door, to be rewarded with this.


She is blissful. She is my definition of perfection. I crave her weight in my arms. It takes everything I have to pry myself away from her sleeping body every morning. Things like foreclosure of my home or repossession of my car seem not so bad if it meant that I could quit my job, and stay home with her. I pray that she will understand why I leave her warm body alone in my bed and I pray that the gracious family members I leave her with will love her as much as I do.

There is a sleeping cherub curved against my hip as I type, so fair readers I leave you, to go to her. Good Night!

Wednesday, February 8, 2012

Rally

I chose this title for two reasons. 1. I drove Albert's new car the other day, a Subaru WRX, hence the word Rally, as in Rally Car. Let's just say this car is too fast for it's own good. Like get you in trouble fast. SO fun, but way to fast for a mama, with a lead foot, and a baby in the car.

2. My girls Rally. We had a change in childcare plans unexpectedly, and while I was and still am pretty upset about it. My girls rallied. To the Mama who offered to take my Wee which would mean she would basically have twins for the day, and the Mama who offered to have her husband stay home from work with her kids, so she could come to my house and watch my Wee, the Mamas who offered their Mama's, my Mama, my Mama in Law, my Aunt, my best friend from school, and my Grandmama. Thank you. Thank you. Thank you.

Thank you for loving my Wee almost as much as I do. Thank you for loving me. I have truly waited all of my life for friends like this:


and this


and this


and for Mama's like this


and for families like this

Sunday, February 5, 2012

Pin a star on your card

I, like many other women that I know have developed a slight (and a say that sarcastically) addiction to Pinterest. I pin recipes that I will probably never make, but like to think I would. Crafts that I probably never do, but like to think I could. Most of all though, I pin outfits, that never seem to look as good on me as they do in the pictures...

Say for example exhibit A:

Super cute, items that most of us (well me at least) have in our closest already. Things that you wouldn't have put together, but now all of a sudden you have a picture of it, and think "Hey, I could do that!" Then you put it on, and well... somehow it just doesn't look as good as it did on your iphone screen...

So you try again

Exhibit B:

Then, I figured it out. The reason the outfit looks so cute, is because there isn't a human wearing it. This is NOT a post to drag up compliments about I look cute, and all of the other flattering comments that are graciously thrown my way from time to time. I still LOVE the outfit ideas, they have renewed  my closet. Seriously, most of the outfits I pin, are outfits I already have most of the pieces too. I someday plan on printing some of them out, just to help me get dressed in the morning! This is just another opportunity to spread some Pinterest Love.

Just please don't be mad at me when all of a sudden look up and you have wasted an hour plus scrolling through pictures and pinning things you will never do.

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