The Bubble gum tree

Remember THIS? Well, here are the long-awaited photos from the experience.

They found the bubble gum tree, were intrigued, questioned whether they should have the forbidden fruit and then...indulged!

I love their early morning bed head!

Glow sticks

This is our home made version of light sabers.

Solids

He likes fruit...

Not a big fan of squash

Little gifts

My daughter B loves to give flowers for gifts!

Be warned, Grandma...high expectations here

A and I were eating lunch and she was getting goofy.

"You need to calm down," I said.

"Will you tell that to my children too?" A asks.

"Yes, of course. I'm going to be an awesome Grandma."

"Awesome?"

"Yes."

A thinks for a bit. "Ok, but you're going to need to eyes that shoot lasers because that's awesome."

I've got a few years to work on that, should be doable.

Where are you?

I'm outside

...in my yard

...picking fruit of the bubble gum tree!

Honeyed words

My son said, "Mama"

The beginning of many, many wonderful statements.

"Mommy! Come here."

"Mo-om, I'm hungry!"

"Mooooooooom" (followed by me chewing on my heart as I run to see if there's blood)

"Mom." Said with rolling eyes and effort as he will pick up his coat off the floor.

"Mmmoomm" The call that requests my presence when feeling sad.

"Mommmmm," said with pleading eyes for the skateboard that I don't want him to go on unless he wears a full body pillow suit that will protect him from hurting himself.

He says it over and over right now. Each time as though it were a fresh discovery.

His eyes lit up and mine do, too.

Mom.

It's my favourite word. And apparently, right now, it's his too.

Stuck in the middle

I'm learning to mind my own business.

It's not easy though. I like to fix things. Fix people.

So, instead I sit and listen. I put the brakes on when it crosses the line from a woman verbally thinking out loud to dumping manure on my spirit for the depth of hurt emotion they have.

I've gotten good at saying, "Hmmm..." and "Have you told them that?"

I wonder if this is preparation for when my children are in their teen years?

Here's what I've learned from keeping my nose out of it: I pray a whole lot more.

Sounds like something I should have been doing all along.

Planting, Weeding, and digging in the dirt

Yeah! I have almost planted my whole garden!!! 

We received a package of seeds from Grandma, so my girls are anxious to start planting what we're calling Grandma's garden.

Weeding--right now I am camped out in the book of Ephesians in the Bible and I am loving how God is pruning my life with this book. Thanks Jesus. The truth sets me free

Digging in the dirt and unearthing all of the dreams that have gotten dusty...you know, all the simple ones that make life worth living. Watch for our Summer List coming soon.

Come hell or high water

I am planting my garden today. 

After 5 days of rain, being sick and last night's frost, my garden is going into today...

maybe. I'll let you know if it actually happens.

I don't know about you, but does anyone else have Greg's song stuck in their head like I do? It's three posts down if you need it. Crazy about it....lalalala

Happy Birthday!

This morning for breakfast I had my birthday cake. 

I was too sick yesterday.

Thanks to everyone who called. Sorry I missed you, to those who called during my various napping sessions.

Best gifts:

My husband keeping the kids quiet while I slept.

My girls making me cards

My son smiling at me.

Simple pleasures.

I'm going back to bed now.

Achoo!

I'm currently in bed and quite sick.

Not the way I want to spend my 30th birthday tomorrow.

I am hoping a marathon sleep will cure me.

That, and some tylenol.

Please vote for my friend Greg!

This is my friend Greg. He has a chance to win a Cube. He wrote this song. Please vote for him.

http://tinyurl.com/c3bu92

Growing Fairy Tales

As I was working in the garden, my eldest daughter announced, "I'm planting my bubble gum into the ground. I'm going to water it and watch it grow."

My three year old decided to follow suit. After handfuls of dirt were ceremoniously dumped on top of the bright blue  well-chewed "seed" and a quick dash of water was sprinkled on top we awaited the growth of the bubble gum tree.

My three year old gleefully told us how it would all unfold. "First, the bubble gum will grow into a tree. Then we will pick the bubble gum, wash it off, dry it and then," with eyes growing big, "we will EAT the bubble gum."

We all trudged in for lunch and over soup and tuna sandwiches told Daddy about what we were busy planting. He just smiled and wished us well.

My oldest leaned over and whispered to us, "I know that planting bubble gum won't make a bubble gum tree. I just wanted to take Brie to the land of fairy tales."

Announcement

It has been too long since I got my hair cut. 

I went through the agonizing stage of extra styling to hide the hideous shag, but I have an announcement...

I waited so long that...

my hair has turned a corner. It looks good again.

All it took was 4 weeks of hiding in the house and a whole lotta product to hide the shaggy parts.

I can keep this up for 4 more weeks I think.

A good laugh for all involved-part one

A good laugh for all involved-Pt 2

Hello Beautiful Week!

Good morning beautiful week!

I am so excited to face another week of living and loving and laughing out loud.

The sun is shining, the birds are chirping and the forecast is calling for...snow?!?!

I am sticking my fingers in my ears and I am plugging them now.

lalalallalalalalallalalalallalala!

Happy Mother's Day

I hope all you Mom's had a great day!

I woke up to giggling kids and breakfast in bed. My toast was smiling!

I recently saw the musical Footloose and loved this song. I couldn't find a clear video version on youtube. It's actually sung by four guys and is hilarious. This guy does a pretty good job...I love the line about "...bigger than your head." I don't know if my Mama said that, but I think my Grandma did.

Anyway this is dedicated to my Mama.

Love you Mom! XOXO