Month: May 2012

Highlight Reel

Some recent highlights:

Story time at the library.

One of the little boys started “woofing” when he saw a picture of a dog. The librarian responded, “Someone must read to you at home!”   We’ve since started working on our animal noises.

There was a bubble machine.  Not sure what it had to do with story time…

but it was thrilling.

The Farmer’s Market opened for the season this weekend!

MG has discovered the joys of the little bitty strawberries.

Using cilantro we purchased there, I made salad dressing inspired by Little House on the Prairie blog.

Ingredients: cilantro, olive oil, salt, Trader Joe’s orange muscot vinegar & basil.  Process all ingredients.  Oh it’s good.  Thanks, A!

Granny came for a visit.

Which was, by far, the highlight of MG’s week {ours too}.

Seeing as we’ve had heat in the upper 80’s, we decided it was time to open the pool:

I’m convinced: this has to be one of the best times of the year.  The air is ripe with sunshine and summer.  We are enjoying the new blessings of each day and anticipating many more highlights to come!

O, Happy Day

The season of being within eyesight of a toilet.
The extra lbs around the midsection.
The huffing and puffing to pick something up.
The wait that just about sent me over the edge…but…not into labor.
The back labor.
The pushing.  Oh, the pushing.
The sleep deprivation.
The blundering mistakes.
The messy floors.
This beautiful  baby.

I’d do it all over again, just to have you!

Last year, I was a new initiate into the Mama’s club.  I felt pretty green, too.  I knew I was a part of something great, but I didn’t know enough yet to know exactly how great.  This year, I’m a little more weathered (and wrinkled and greyed), and I think I’m just beginning to understand this whole mothering thing.  I feel so honored to be a part of this club….but at the same time…I know I still have a long way to go.  Thank you so much, LORD, for helping me get here.



out of the mouths of children:

A Mother is a woman who
-can bake a cake with six other hands helping her and still have it turn out fine.
may not have ulcers, but she has versatile tears. They show anger, weariness, hurt or happiness. Once, when Daddy forgot an anniversary, Mother cried. One Saturday, he brought home some chocolates when it wasn’t even her birthday or anything, and she cried then, too.
 -is different. She likes chicken wings and backs and the hamburger that is slightly burned — things the kids and Daddy don’t care for. She never takes the last chop on the plate, and she always saves the candy from the tray at the club to bring home to the children.
Thank you to my mom for loving us.  She taught me everything I know about cooking and cleaning and becoming a mom.  I love her so!   Thank you to N’s mom for praying for me before & after she met me and for raising him up to be a godly man who takes care of and loves our family.  MG is fortunate to have two grandmas who sincerely look forward to seeing her, who light up with each and everything she does and who pray for her daily.  We are so blessed to have you in our lives and I’m so thankful that God gave us you!


In MG’s world….

Every morning would be Daddy’s pancake Saturday
  (actually that sounds a lot like MY perfect world too!)
There would be no such thing as the 10-second rule
(any and every food item dropped is fair game in this house)
the park would be first up on the to-do list
Breaks would be taken often for dance parties
(dance skills courtesy of dad)
Nothing would exist that didn’t begin with the letter ‘d’
 (it just makes everything easier)

Books would be littered, LITTERED with pictures of dogs

Roses would be red,
Dresses would be blue,
and every game would be “peek-a-boo, I see you!”

Your world is my favorite place to be, Little One!  Thank you for joining mine.

The Best Part of Waking up….

Is most definitely NOT the coffee in my cup.  (I don’t even drink coffee anymore.  {I’m a tea convert…don’t hate})

It is the morning snuggles.
It is the first of forty-seven reads of Pat the Puppy
It is the long goodbye and drop-the-paci-on-the-mattress ritual.  Because she only gets it when she’s in bed.  Sometimes it “ends up” on the corner of the mattress so she can get to it later.  Don’t tell her I’m on to her.

It is an egg + cereal for me, pancake + yogurt for her.  And okay, a couple bites of my cereal too.  Just because I love her.
It is the pretend sips and swallows from my tea.  Followed by the big grin.  <>
It is this little thing:

running around in a pajama top and diaper because it’s too hot to sleep in anything else….and we really don’t get dressed until 10am.  Okay, maybe 11am.

It is realizing that…whoa…you are a Mama…and you have no idea what you ever did to deserve this precious gift.

This week is Mother’s Day week.  (yes, I am eeking out every last drop of it).  On Sunday we will celebrate and be celebrated.  But today, I am sad.  Sad for the Mama who was supposed to have her baby by now but the adoption fell through.  Sad for the Mama who is still, still on the waiting list.  Sad for the Mama who miscarried today at 17 weeks.  On the day of her gender ultrasound.  Sad for the women who will put on a happy face on Sunday, but deep down they are grieving and would wish nothing more than to be a Mama themselves. Mother’s Day is a beautiful day to honor sacrifices and love.  But it is also a painful reminder to those still waiting.

If you are a Mama, you have something that is a very sacred treasure: to love and be loved by a child.  Let’s remember that in the little moments that make up our day: in the food, the books, the memories. No matter how insignificant, they are lovely and treasure-worthy because they are what makes us a Mama. Let’s also remember this week those that are waiting.

Things I’ve learned lately

(and a phone/camera dump day)

Sometimes Good Will will surprise you:

(two Dyson vacs for less than 1/2 the price of one.  Thanks, GW, I still feel like I owe ya)

You must always check the appliances before using them in the M household:

(otherwise you may end up with bits of plastic in your sweet potatoes)

It’s May….It’s MAY!!

(bring on the bare legs and the 80 90 degrees)

This week a waitress referred to my child as “big”.

(She was also 18 and had no prior interactions with 1 year-olds.  She also received an extra-large tip)

Sometimes the best toys cost $3.99

 (doll, paci, artwork, sippy cup, dress, plastic cougar not included)

These two could either be the best of friends

or the worst of enemies.

(verdict’s still out)

Not to name names, but one of us came down with hand, foot, mouth.

(can you guess who?)

Between pink eye and HFM running a muck in your house, we’ve been quarantined.  Can I get one of those termite tents to come and disinfect my entire house, please?

(google images)
(I promise we don’t live in squalor)

“That’s okay baby, just eat some of this banana and you will feel better.”

(at least that’s what she’s saying in my head)


Where Did You Come From

Where did you come from, baby dear?

Out of the everywhere into the here.

Where did you get your eyes so blue?

Out of the sky when I came through.
What makes your forehead so smooth and high?

A soft hand stroked it as I went by.

What makes your cheek like a warm, white rose?

Something better than anyone knows.

Where did you get that pearly ear?

God spoke and it came out to hear.

How did they all just come to be you?

God thought about me and so I grew.

But how did you come to us, Baby Dear?

God thought of you, and so I am here.


Baby Dear, George MacDonald