Thursday, February 25, 2010

Some days all you need is a laugh...


This face was how our day started...
Ella said look I can spell wow... with her fingers
for w's and her mouth for the o...she greeted my
sleep deprived, joint aching self in the bathroom
this morning. To say this is just what I needed is
a complete understatement. A big ole goofy belly
laugh puts the world in better perspective.
Then we had a morning of faces
from The Scream...
To shy face...
This is brave...
This is a very convincing sad...

This is just my lovely girl...
This was her brave...funny how in their
world brave looks like a statue...

Her scared face??

And finally this is what we sent
their teachers this morning...two
dramatic, giggling girls!

Sunday, February 14, 2010

Love comes simply...













Love comes simply in our house...
Coffee set up for your early rise...
A note telling you you are lovely...
Flowers all smiley and "You've Got Mail" esque...
Construction paper hearts with the very bestest 1st Grade spelling...
Veggie pot pie for dinner complete with love hearts...
Chocolate Puddle Cookies (ala 101 Cookbooks)...
A poem written from a very big 9 year old heart...
And time together snuggled on the couch thinking our blessings are very large!!!
Happy Valentine's Day to you all! Hope you are finding snuggle times and everyday moments that make your heart swell!




Saturday, February 6, 2010

Swimming

I am treading water. I am trying hard to swim. To stay afloat, amidst the negativity and ire that surrounds me. I am trying not to be sucked in but again and again I get tugged by a current that threatens to pull me under. A current that draws me into the swirling eddies and attempts to pull me under too. I do not have quiet or peace or calm that I seek in my day to day life. But at the moment I am surrounded by so many people with unrest in their worlds. They rage and they attack never looking outside themselves to realize all they damage in their storms. So there are a few of us that are being hauled in and beaten about because of their irritation with their world. And I am waiting to see if I am to be thrown against the rocks or if I will pass into the eye of the storm left to try to heal and band aid up my wounds. I also am left to wonder how to prevent myself from being sucked into their wake in the future. You see I have this very stubborn opinionated way about me that makes me completely unable to hold my tongue for too long. I eventually spew and give everyone my thoughts after nearly biting a hole in my tongue!!! So how to not be me? Or is that even the problem?? Sigh...more swimming yet to do!

Wednesday, February 3, 2010

Letting go...

Do you ever have trouble letting go of something not good for you? Something that weighs on your spirit and makes you feel heavy? Something that is beyond your control and your logical brain knows is not your fault and tells you you do not need this...but for some reason your heart clings to the pain and slights and the upsets of all the old situations... A name, a face, a glance, a memory...all showing you that you were not enough...you for some reason did not fit... Logic says that that is a good thing for you. That fate saved you from being somewhere that was really bad for you...but that darn heart is still pretty bruised up and hurt and aching... and the fixer that you have always been just wants it all wrapped up in a pretty bow and made a.ok. Logic needs to win here...nothing healthy and uplifting and supportive can come from this. Hopefully logic finds a special super power, a kryptonite for the heart because the heart is leading the pack...

Monday, February 1, 2010

La Serenata





What I wouldn't give to be ducking into La Serenata right now. With the promise of an awesome coffee and gorgeous Italian food. I dream about their lasagna! The building makes me happy with it's ancient stonework and nooks and crannies. It also has these fantastic stained glass windows. It was one of the first places I went to in Roscrea (Tipperary, Ireland). I had gone to visit John's family for the first time and he took me there for tea...at the time it wasn't Italian but still lovely and yummy...we called it the Restaurant of the Shaking Table because John in his nervousness of seeing me again after a couple of years apart bounced his leg the whole time causing the table to vibrate and the milk to slosh and the tea to tremble...and before we went over this year someone had told us it had closed down. I was saddened...so many memories so much foodie love...but thankfully they were mistaken and we got to sneak in and have a few meals and coffees. Bronwyn the pasta girl loved it. Ella like wandering around pretending she was in a castle. And John and I just soaked in all the memories and pretended we were young again and there weren't two cute little girls calling us Mom and Dad.