Dumb Tooth Fairy

A few years ago when oldest child lost his first tooth, the Tooth Fairy was so excited about it, she decided to leave him $20.

Now...with a few children losing teeth every frickin week, she is broke.

Pfft.

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Macro

Soooo I went to a class last weekend to learn how to use my camera.
Yes, really.
And now I am more confused than ever.
Can someone just explain f-stop/aperture/ISO/white noise in simple man's terms so a gal like me can understand it all?

Geesh.

I took out my macro lens to...umm....see if I could figure it out for myself.

My conclusion.
I just like snapping away without really thinking about it.
As soon as I have stress when trying to capture moments, I don't enjoy myself.

Here are some of the "stress-free" shots I caught.
Technically, I suck.
But if I capture a shot that evokes an emotion of any kind, than I am happy.

Green.


Handsome.


Black.


Life.


Big Wheel.


Fluff.


Boy Beauty

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I would post the button but have no clue how.

Another technical thing I suck at.

Hmph.

Weekly Winners

Why I haven't blogged much this week.

husband is on holidays
sick child
grandfather in hospital
no motivation
PMS

So here are some pictures I took instead of some deep thoughts and funny stories.
Unless you want to hear about my daughter calling everyone she sees "ball sac".
But anyways....

Bling Bling for horses


Pants are optional around our house. Unless you are older than 3.


Pals.


Yellow


Family of {dirty} boots


Blades of green


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Boo Boos

Warning** Momma is PMSing large so she is not responsible for anything she says that may hurt or offend others.  Just let me bitch and tell me that you get bitchy too.  Thanks muchly. My children get hurt alot.
I am sure if I wrapped them in bubble wrap and let them sit in a rubber room, they would find a way to get hurt.
Genetics?
Age?
I have no frickin clue, but after three children and over nine years, the cuts, scrapes and bruises still happen all of the time.

I have never been the type of mom to coddle my children and get all loveydoveyareyouokletmekissitbetterandgiveyouahugandkissandhowaboutalollipoptomakeitallbetter when they fall down.
Sometimes I even pretend I didn't see it happen because as soon as they get attention, the big tears start and the ugly cry continues for what feels like 7.25 hours.

Fun times.
Not.

Kids get hurt.
Hell, even 36 year old strong...very strong women get hurt....alot.
But if it isn't a broken bone or head injury, can we just put on a cute bandage and get on with our life instead of talking about boo boos for the next 10 hours???

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Pictures of the Week

I actually took pictures this week.
I haven't been in the picture-taking mood lately but decided to get myself out of my "funk" when the weather was warm and the sun was shining.
It is amazing how my mood changes with some bright light and warm air.
And having horses around gives me some good subject material.
I call it Equine Photographic Therapy. It really does make me feel better. And I swear they love the attention.

Buddies.


Posing.


Colour.


Kissable.


Bumped up Boy Blowing.


Just hanging around.


Best Friends.


Yellow


Studley the dog sunning.



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A Girl, her nightie and some dancing shoes

No word of a lie, guys.
My daughter changes her clothes approximately 14 times a day.
Dresses, skirts, nighties and dancing shoes.
Apparently her dancing shoes are every pair of shoes she owns.
Usually I am easy going about it all.
But when I have to wash 10 outfits every single day because she just likes to "look pwetty", it wears thin.


Sure, I could NOT wash the outfits every day, but she gets them dirty.
I think as soon as she puts on an outfit, dirt gets all excited and jumps up on to her clothing.
And face.
And under her fingernails.
Ew...I just cannot handle dirty fingernails.
Her Minnie Mouse nightie is her most "fave-wit" item of clothing to wear.
She wears it to sleep.
And to play in the "park" {our backyard}.
To play soccer.
Or feed the horses.

And her dancing shoes.
Man oh man.
She spends her days doing her "moves" to any music she hears.
Commercials, television show theme songs or the "die song". 

I am consciously making my brain soak in these moments.
Because I used to be a little girl who would only wear dresses and nighties.
And danced to any music I heard.

Now I am grown up.
And refuse to wear nighties.
Or uncomfortable shoes.
I only wear dresses if I absolutely have to.

And before I know it my "pwetty" little girl will be...ummm....not a little girl anymore.She wont want to wear dressesdancing shoesand nighties.
So until then, I soak it all in.
And continue to do the many loads of laundry.





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Grandpa.

My husband has a 95 year old Grandfather who still lives in his own home, does his own laundry, cuts his own grass, plants his own flowers and prepares his own meals.
Grandpa comes to our house every weekend to help out around the farm.
Whether it is building fences,
or horse stalls,
or driving tractors.
He does it.

Pretty special huh?

He also packs up many {unhealthy} treats for the kids, loads them in to a box and brings them here.
Every week.
I am thinking of asking him to pay for my children's dental bills when they end up with cavities from all of the {unhealthy} snacks.
But that wouldnt be right, because the joy he has brought to my children {and husband.....and me} is priceless.

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Pet Peeve #3873

The R Word.
I do not like to say it so I will say it rhymes with "betard".
Nothing ticks me off more than hearing human beings call other human beings the R word.
And when I hear teenagers...or even young children use that word when describing other people, it makes me sad that somehow, somewhere it has been accepted.

The R word is unacceptable in any context.

Maybe I am sensitive because I have supported many individuals who have been described using that horrible word.
Maybe I am sensitive because I have never been the type of person to use such disrespectful, demeaning words when talking about others.
Maybe I am sensitive because it is just cruel and have seen people hurt by this word.

I am begging parents to not allow their children to use this word anywhere, any time.
Please teach your children that there are other ways to describe people.
Like kind and friendly.
Funny and sweet.

It is important that children {teenagers included} accept others no matter how they look and how they act.
They must understand that everyone is different and special in their own way.
Like the old saying goes "If you have nothing nice to say, say nothing at all"

Or, better yet, find the good in everyone.
Because everyone is good.

I found this definition at urbandictionary.com
retard
A person born with a mental condition and therefore has to work a million times harder to be able to do simple things (such as learn and communicate) that we take for granted. On top of this, a retard will usually suffer a lot of ridicule from society because people fear what they do not understand. The people who choose to make fun of the mental retarded tend to be complete morons and cannot comprehend that these people have feelings and emotions just like anyone else.
I find it amusing that saying somebody has cancer would not be taken as a joke and yet, using another disease such as mental retarded as an insult is common among society, and many do not realize that it is very offensive and that there is something seriously wrong about it.

Pictures. Of stuff. Just because.

Totally random post just because it is raining.
And I feel like it.
So there.

I put a request in on my facebook page for my "likers" to post pictures they want to share with the world.
Just because I get tired of talking about myself.
Hard to believe, I know.

Here are a few.
And also a few I took.
Just because.
I said I get tired of talking about myself.....but not today.
Today I am in the mood to tell you that I hate the rain.
And when Princess wont nap.
And when the boys come in the house with horse poop on their rubber boots 2 minutes after I vacuumed and mopped.
I am in the mood to tell you that I am addicted to these.And I want to tell you about taking middle child to the doctor for a vaccination that we missed about 5 1/2 years ago.
But I will save that for another day because it is a doozy.

On with the pictures.
Tamara's Mothers Day gift from her son. Totally adorable! I got a flower card with Werther's caramels inside. My kids ate the caramels.
Hmph.


My brother and sister in law are world travellers. Me...umm...maybe in my next life. The have lived in South Korea, Vietnam, visited Thailand, Cambodia, China and even got hitched in Cuba.They are who I want to be when my children have grown up and support their expensive lifestyles themselves.


I could tell you that this is my daughter because she wears skirts and has big boo boos on her knees.
But it is Helena's sweet little girl {who also has two brothers}.
I think Princess would get along wonderfully with her.


And apparently Helena's son is a big "Life Jacket-Wearing Monster" who grips on to his prey with his fingers!!
I think he would get along wonderfully with my boys.......


Have I mentioned that we have horses?
Oldest child who knows absolutely every fact about the equine breed is OK around them...until they move towards him.


But this little farm girl who wears rubber boots with flowery tights and pretty skirts gets as close as she possibly can to the beasts.


The End

36

That is how old I am today.
It is Friday the 13th and I am 36.
Shitastic.
I recently saw this picture of myself that was taken approximately 10 years ago.

A few things came to mind.

* I looked young
* My skin was healthy
* I didnt have dark circles under my eyes
* I was skinny
* I looked happy
* No wrinkles
* My hair wasnt frizzy

Then I cried.
Like ugly cry, cried.

I am totally old guys.
36 can suck it.


Cecily's Princess is 4 today. Go say happy birthday!!!

Once again I have been reminded that I am getting old.

On Sunday my husband reminded me that this was my tenth Mother's Day.
I almost had a full-out panic attack.
Like breaking out in the ugly cry and rocking back and forth in the corner kind of panic attack.
Why does time have to go so fast once you experience the greatest joy of your life?
Parenthood.

In a moment of feeling sorry for myself I looked back in the photo albums.
I still remember the smallest of moments.
Like when oldest child sat out in the backyard and shared his pretzels with Studley.
Or when middle child had the largest, grossest blueberry poop ever.
And when we brought youngest child home and oldest child asked if he was dreaming.

*sniff*

I found the many pictures that I have taken every year of each child wearing Daddy's shirts and Mommy's apron.
A yearly "tradition" that is quickly becoming "stupid" to the oldest child.
But I tell him to "zip it" because he will be doing it until he moves out.
Or maybe until he is 75.

Look at my babies when they were 1 year old...and then this year when they are 9, 7 and 3.

Messy.


Rowdy


Princess


Dear Time.
Please slow down.
Love Momma

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