Completeness.

I have a daughter. It is still weird to say those words because I just assumed I would be a mother of boys.
I have a daughter who wears a yellow tutu.
My life is complete.

Now if only she would actually enjoy her time dressed up in the tutu, it would make Mommy reeeeeeally happy.

Better yet, wear the tutu with painted toenails and a pretty bow in her hair.
But that would mean I am "one of those Moms".
You know? The pageant Moms.
And I am nothing like them.
Honest.
"Mommmmmmmy. Want off."

Ok.....a once a year photoshoot in the yellow tutu with messy hair and unpainted nails is just fine with me.
I am complete.

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Dr. Seuss..... call me and we can write a book together!

Oh Studley, you stud of a dog.
I love you, you big ol' lump on a log.
I don't care that you snore, and that you fart
I don't even care that you aren't really that smart.

You were my first baby
And always will be
But maybe...just maybe
on this one thing we could agree

I don't enjoy watching you thrust your arthritic hipbones
At younger, more attractive dog's private zones.
It is gross and embarrassing and downright rude
Not to mention extremely crude.

So I ask you this my dear friend
Stay away from other dogs and their rear ends.
Chew on a bone or go for a swim
Run, walk.  You might even become trim.

Live out your life with a bit of class.
Instead of spending your days looking for some a#%
I love you Studley, I really do
So stop it right now
Please and thank you


Love,

In His Shoes

This is me.
Actually these are my feet wearing my 6 year old son's Crocs.
My 6 year old son's shoes. Did you catch that?
Not 16. Not 26.
6.

This should tell you a bit about my son.
He is a big boy.
Not fat. Just solid.
He has big feet. Or I have really small feet.
He also has huge hands.
And thick legs.
And the cutest, mushiest, chunky bum you have ever seen in your life.

I look forward to my big boy growing bigger.
So I can see what he becomes.
What he accomplishes.
And who he protects his smaller siblings from.

Mommy and Me

May you always run in the fields of clover.
May you always know every word to Elmo songs.
May you always dance...
and smile.

May you always feel confident wearing frilly bikinis.
And love to wear jewellery.
May you always think plastic ice cream cones are "yummy".
And say "Cheez Whiz" when you see a camera.
May you always feel loved unconditionally.

Because you are.


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Scattered

{clothing everywhere}

{dishes on the counter}

{gray hair on my head}

{shoes throughout the house}

{toys}

{wrinkles on my face}

{my emotions)

{my mind}

Scattered.

HaveYouEver

Gosh. Gee. Golly.

Another week has passed by and before we know it, summer will be over.

Crap. I better start enjoying my children more before they leave me every day for a full day at school. What will I do with myself?

Anyways.............

Have you ever felt like you just couldn't find your balance {in life}?

And found yourself falling constantly {in life}?

Please tell me I am not the only one overwhelmed with difficult children, a million chores and no time.

Have you ever wished you could wear a bikini with confidence?

Or even a tank top?

Have you ever wondered what Mel Gibson is thinking right now?

Have you ever wondered when War will end?

Have you ever heard of Brian Collier?

He is the latest soldier to be killed in Afghanistan and he is from my town.

Please say a prayer for his family and loved ones during this very difficult time.

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Dinks and Arses will one day be funny

I am not a perfect parent.

Shocking, I know, but I feel that I should be open and honest with all of you who think I am...umm....succeeding at this parenting thing.

Because every second of every day I feel like I am failing.

This parenting stuff isn't getting any easier. I thought that once my kids could dress and feed themselves that things would run smoothly and life would get easier.

Hmph.

Fail.

The thing is, my kids are smart. My kids are sneaky. My kids are devious at times. My kids know how to push my buttons. My kids keep learning new "stuff" and I am having a difficult time keeping up, or, better yet, staying ahead of them.

Just when I finally get them to stop using the word "arse", they decide to teach their two year old sister how to say "dink". And then after explaining why they shouldn't eat so much junk food, I find a bag of cookies in their dresser drawer.

It.Never.Ends.

I feel like I am Forrest Gump just running, and running, and running without an end in sight. I see people doing crafts with smiles on their faces and I see kids interested in playing at the park or in the sandbox.   I see children hugging their parents and just generally looking happy being together.

The only thing my boys enjoy doing is beating the crap out of each other.

Really.

And being a girl who never was a boy and had a brother, I just do not get it. I cant help but look at them with a puzzling expression and asking them "Why?".

"How is that fun?"
"Why do you enjoy hurting each other?"
"Cant you find a toy to play with?"
"Someone is going to get hurt"
"Don't come crying to me when someone ends up hurt"
"Cant we all just get along?"

So my point is....well...I don't really have a point.

I try to get through my days as a Mother doing the best I can to raise happy, healthy children even though some days I want to run far, far away without an end in sight.

I am hopeful that all I do is the "right thing" and I will be able to laugh about my children using the words "dink" and "arse" one day. 

Because I am sure the years ahead are going to bring us many more challenges.

Hold me.

Jewellery Lover

Not me.

My 2 year old daughter.

If you have jewellery on, she wants it.

If she finds some laying around, she finds a way to put it on her body.

If you go to a toy store and see plastic, play jewellery, she says "Want it" a gazillion times.

And then you buy the purple necklace....
and pink one....
with matching bracelets...
and rings.

Then all is well in your jewellery lover's world.

I {heart} Faces

The theme this week is "Over my head".In this case, it is Princess over Daddy's head. Click on the button above to see more.

83

Wife.

Mother.

Grandmother.

Mammer.

Great Meema.

Sister.

Friend.
Church Member.

Horn player.

Cook.

Baker.

Business Owner.

Crokinole Player.

Puzzle Do-er.

My hero is 83 years old today.

My hero is my Grandma.

I cant wait to see what else she can accomplish in the next 83 years.

Happy Birthday Grandma.

xo

Growing Garden

{carrots}

{celery}

{cabbage}

{green peppers}

{banana peppers}

{tomatoes}

{broccoli}

{raspberries}

{radishes}

{beans}


{lettuce}

I sure hope that you are having as much success with your garden as we are with ours.
Just dont pick the Spanish onions yet.

HaveYouEver mixed in with Photostory Friday = HYEPSF

Life has been a tad scattered....alot chaotic and downright crazy lately.
Between refereeing fights over dog leashes and who gets the blue cup at dinnertime, I am...well....tired.
And Have You Ever hasnt been happening regularly.

Me sorry.

I know you have been waiting to join in on the party.
I mean, who wouldnt want to ask meaningful questions mixed in with meaningful experiences and hear back from others saying "Me too"?

It justifies my life really.
Knowing that others experience similar...um...experiences helps me to stay somewhat sane and feel that my life is not "weird".
Even though I know it is.

So here goes.....

*Have you ever answered the door and talked to the nice people for 10 minutes only to find out that you had chocolate on your face the entire time?

*Have you ever allowed your children to play in the {dirty} puddles after a major rain storm?

*How about letting them swim in their underwear?

*Have you ever heard your own Mother when you were yelling at your children?

*Have you ever taken your children to the beach and watched as they played together nicely?  Did you just sit there in that moment and appreciate your life?

*In that moment, did you think "Holy crap, I am the mother of three children"?  Probably not if you dont have three kids but you get the jist.

*Have you ever wondered how on Earth people get so many followers of their blog?

And wondered how much you have to pay people to read your stuff?

*Have you ever wondered what you want to be when you grow up?

*Have you ever wondered what your chidlren will be when they grow up?

And if they will be rich enough to buy you a new house?
With a big deck?
And hot tub?


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