Thursday, March 22, 2012

when the mundane becomes miraculous

I know I said that The RODEO was up next...but isn't it a girl's prerogative to change her mind?  The RODEO will have to wait because of the excitement of the every day.  It's no secret that I have a hard time transitioning from the over-the-top-week-of-fun back to the every day.  Often times...the miracles and magic of the every day get over shadowed and, just plain ignored, because of they are intermingled with the mundane.  But...I happen to have a knack for noticing the tiny treasures of the every day.  I think it's because I am often looking at life through the lens of a camera or the story on a blog...and certainly setting it all to the music in my head...if not the ipod.

So...you can imagine the excitement that lingered long after Aiden pulled her second tooth her very, own self.

She made it finally happen in the morning...which left her all day to dream about the tooth fairy visiting that night.  She decided to write her a letter and I nearly couldn't contain my love for her as she went to her wallet's hiding place that evening at bed time and pulled out a dollar.

"I'll leave my tooth fairy this dollar for her work."


"Can You pLease Sind A Pikchr uv You !

My toth came out!"


After failing at convincing her Uncle Davey that he should dress up in a Tinkerbell costume for me to take a picture...I opted for writing her back.

"Aiden,

I would take a picture of me, but I don't have a camera.  Way to pull that tooth though!  Keep brushing!!

Love-t.f.

I am also tooooooo small to hold a camera anyway!"

Then I drew a picture of myself as a tooth fairy and drew an arrow and said,

"This is sorta what I look like.  I'm not a great drawer."

I topped it off with $2 and some glitter and boy oh boy...did that offer hours of entertainment for her.

She has already decided what she is going to ask her tooth fairy next time.  I have a feeling, I'm gonna have to get creative.

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We spent a good portion of the evening outside last night.  The lighting was too perfect to not have the camera out.  I just let Colton think that my main purpose in life is to irritate him with a camera.











Spring evenings outside make me long for Summer nights...when we can stay out way past bed time and watch the sun go down and the fireflies come out.  I don't have to worry about looking at my watch or asking if homework is done.  I can tuck freshly bathed kids in my bed to fall asleep watching a movie together and know that they are right where they should be.

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The puddin cup and I spent just as much time outside today.  She is showing off the fact that she is wearing my little, red sandals from when I was her age.  Boy...do these things make me happy.  And to see her little feet tucked in them does something to me.  And anyway...who doesn't love red sandals?



My little feet and her little feet have done a lot of walkin' in those things.  I love the slick, worn soles.  It shows we've been places...her and I.








We checked on our mama dove and her eggs...and wouldn't you know that those babies picked the perfect day to hatch!



We walked ourselves across the street and visited.

People don't visit enough anymore.

Visiting is different than talking because when you visit...their doesn't need to be any agenda.  It usually involves coffee or tea or a coke-a-cola...and kids running around without a care in the world.  When I was little, every evening in the Summer, all the neighbors in the cul-de-sac would bring their sweet teas and their lawn chairs and gather in our driveway.  We were the center house and the perfect meeting place.  The adults would sit back, relax and visit while they sipped their beverage and watched the kids play until well after dark.  We scattered from game to game and yard to yard under the watchful eyes of our parents.  That's when I learned the ropes of cops and robbers, night hide and seek, and visitin'.  (That's southern for visiting.)


And just look at who's rolling!!






These are the moments when the mundane becomes miraculous.


Wednesday, March 21, 2012

chapter 2

sister loves herself a dog.  any dog will do.


an 8 week old pit puppy at the beach...


or a beagle at the park.  it doesn't really matter.


i had to dump some of the random iphone pictures here...because i don't know what else to do with them.  we made the rain forest cafe tradition happen after the beach...and the wait was 2 hours.  i think it's safe to say we won't be doing that again.  even though we put our names in and then went back to the beach...the wait and crowd has gotten a little ridiculous.


her daddy got her dressed this particular morning while i was at pilate's.  i was pretty amazed by his fashion talents. even though those were her brother's overalls...everything matched and the shoes were on the right feet.  he's learning.



that hair is really working hard at growing.  we have a flip happening in the back that just makes me want to do a cartwheel.


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this year's theme of the week was a variety show.  you may remember last year's play/puppet show.  this year...on day 1, i had them submit their acts to me and then they had to practice all week.  we have a talented bunch.  we decided to set it up outside around the fire pit.  they opened with a little boot scootin' boogie group number.


they informed me what they were going to be doing...


and then they did it!!

we had tayler on the flute...


chase singing a little johnny cash...



sawyer singing a little wobble...with his very own back-up dancers...


aiden and chase singing june carter and johnny cash's "jackson"




a little a, b, c action...


some 1,2,3,4 by fiest lip syncing...


eternal flame solo (oh yeah...she did it)


and the shake down finale...


complete with back up radio city rockettes.




the doll manned the marshmallows...just for safe keeping.


and then the after party began.







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st. patrick's day happened.  it was combined with the RODEO...which was really throwing off my outfit choices.  we just had to divide it.  green for the first half of the day...cowgirl for the second.

breakfast was lucky charms, green milk, and junk that the kids picked out.




this one refused the lucky charms!  apparently, she's not irish.




he shot his first bb gun.  he didn't want me to take a picture because the gun happened to be pink...but i snuck one.

they played a nasty trick on me and found a dead baby bird and set it up in the yard like colt had shot it off the roof.  they ran in and told me to come out there.  when i did...they were all huddled over the dead bird and telling me what a great shot colt had made.  what they didn't expect was for me to tear up and start crying like a baby.  oh...the tears were flowin' and by that point they were scared to tell me they were kidding.

it was all my brother-in-law's idea and he just started profusely apologizing.  i was crying so hard (and i'm not kidding about that) that i couldn't even pull it together to successfully get out, "so colt really didn't kill the baby bird."  it just sounded like the sup-sups.

they were scared of me for the rest of the morning.

one would poke their head in the back door...look around...listen...and report back,

"i don't think she is crying anymore!!!!"

i would hear it all through the window and laugh.


they were a little scared of me when i grabbed the gun.  :)


and then lookie who caught her first lizard!!

i guess there's nothin like being taught by your 6 year old daughter!!  remember when she caught a lizard just the other week and i freaked out??  she taught me how to not be scared.  i love that.


note to self...the rolling out of bed/no make-up look does not really work for me.






the little girls constructed and named their very own camp sight.  they let me be an honorary member, even though my name doesn't start with an "A"...because i made the sign.




the RODEO comes next.  and trust you me...it's a whopper of a tale.