It Made Me Smile Today

I ordered a new duvet cover from Ebay the other week. The day after the auction closed, the seller told me that my duvet was on back order with her supplier. Instead of the offered refund, I waited a few days to see if it would come into stock. It did! But then the holiday weekend plus winter storms on the East coast told me that I wouldn't get my new duvet until Saturday, at the earliest.

I was wrong!

So, without further ado, here is what my current duvet set looked like

And here is what the beloved UPS truck brought me!

You likey?? I was feeling that the solid red was darkening the room. I wanted something more airy, something with a modern flair. I think this new set will serve the room well. It feels more like Spring!

I Have It In Writing

Isabel continues to grow and learn new things all the time. It shouldn't amaze me, not really. But it does. She is my baby after all.

Just last month she wrote her name for the first time. Mae helped her by writing out Isabel's name a few times so Isabel could follow the example.

And because I feel like a kid myself, I took a picture so it would last longer!

Spikey Hair!

When Caleb just a little boy, 2 or 3 maybe, he would point out people who had funky hair styles. Namely, dudes with spikey hair. He would do this cute little laugh that actually sounded like a grunty giggle and as he pointed at the person he'd say "he has spikey hair!". It was pretty cute when he said it even though it sounded more like an insult when coupled with his grunty giggle.

Ever since Caleb was a baby I've been cutting his hair. I cut Ryan's hair too, and in fact they have the same style. For both of my guys I use a professional hair trimmer with a #2 attachment. It's soooo easy! But I've been waiting for the day when Caleb tells me that he no longer wants the hair style he's been sporting for the last 7 years. Well, the day has arrived.

A few weeks ago, one of Caleb's new school friend styled his own hair and showed up at a birthday party with a mohawk. The next weekend I was going to give Caleb a much-needed hair cut, when he told me that he wanted to grow it out and have a mohawk. Sadly, I put away my trimmers and told him "ok".

Well, he still needed a trim in the back and along the sides in the front, but I am no confident with giving layers or using scissors. Ryan gave it a try, figuring we could take him to a barber to fix it later if he wasn't successful. No worries, Ryan did a great job! And now Caleb runs through the house, after I used gel in hair, and yells......I have spikey hair!!!!

It's not long enough yet for his most-anticipated mohawk*, but it won't take too long until it is!

*Caleb pronounces it "mohog"....hee hee!

My Love

Happy Valentines Day, my love!

You were my first and only Valentine. Thanks for being my Valentine for 13 (+) years!

Old??

I think I should start feeling old. I have been married for over 13 years and have 3 children (really, that in itself should lend to my aging self!) one of which is almost 9 which is pretty dog gone close to the big 1-0! I also find myself thinking weird things, things like.....

when I was a kid.....

or

I remember that, it only happened 20 years ago!

and

It's been forever since I've done that!

But nothing makes me stop and think about where I am in life and where I fall on the spectrum of age like my children. Especially when they say things like this....

I was shopping with Isabel last night and I was picking out some new socks for myself. As we walked the sock isle she asked me about the socks she was seeing.

Isabel - These are socks?

Me - Yes. Socks for Mommy.

Isabel - These are Mom Socks.

Mom socks??!?! I hope that isn't anything like Mom Jeans! I don't think I'm ready to be that old!

Like Mother Like Daughter

There is a picture of me when I was about 2 years old that my mother took of me when I got stuck in the of a bottom dresser drawer. There I was, with my bottom stuck in the drawer and my little legs dangling out with tears streaming down face, and before my mother came to my rescue she had the nerve to take my picture!

The picture was the bane of my childhood existence. I think it was one of my earliest memories, I think I actually remember being stuck in that drawer and seeing my mother standing in the doorway of the room and not helping me. As I grew up I'd think about that time I couldn't understand why she'd just stand there (laughing??) and take my picture rather than help me.

Today I understand. Here's why.....

click on the picture to see Isabel's look of despair!

As I was in the house, Isabel was outside playing, and I heard her crying and calling for help. I looked outside and saw that she had climbed inside the giant pot in the backyard. And I couldn't help myself....I had to grab the camera on the way to her rescue.

Maybe one day she'll understand why I took her picture before helping her out.