In the blink of an eye

So, in 1999 my oldest child, Baxter graduated from Kindergarten….

No front teeth and a tie!

I blinked my eyes and here we are 12 years later….

Beard and a tie!  In one week he’ll be headed off to Muskingum University to study Neuroscience!  Still completely in shock here.


Running in place…

True to my word, I’ll make no real appology for NOT blogging in simply forever…. Just busy with life.  Real busy!  Running as fast as I can and not really seeming to actually GET anywhere.

With a whole lot a  this..

Supervising these…

Driving to this….

And this…

I’ve actually been helping out my Lawyer Husband with a bit of this as well…

Plus Halloween, a couple of Birthdays….

THIS was the year that my youngest started 1st grade… that’s three in school FULL TIME, and me at HOME FULL TIME.  So, why hasn’t there been any extra time?  Just constantly running around, one thing after the next.  And, oh… I realized that I never put the Christmas wreaths away in the store area last year.  They’ve just been sitting in my studio for 11 months… so at least THOSE will be easy to find this year.

“…it takes all the running you can do, to keep in the same place.  If you want to get somewhere else, you must run at least twice as fast as that.” 

– The Red Queen – Through the Looking Glass and What Alice Found There   (Lewis Carroll)

I’m trying to  run fast… really, I am!

I will do it by myself…

Every time I run across this letter, it amazes me and makes me giggle.  This year it is just a bit more hysterical, since I have my own 9-year-old girl.  I’m sure she probably thinks she can do it herself as well.  Thanks Mom, for saving things like these to remind me how completely insane I was as a child. 

I can do it...

You dont have to do any thing for me … 

… except help me with my obvious lack of punctuation, oh and my spelling…. maybe provide food, water, shelter, clothing.  Yea, just the basic necessities.

Oh and wash, dry and fold my clothes, make me breakfast, lunch, dinner & a few snacks, pick out my clothes, dry my hair, style my hair, help me with homework.  Take me places like the doctor and dentist, and to and from whatever lessons my little heart desires.  It would be cool if you, you know, paidfor those things too.  And maybe braces, summer dance camp, private school.  You can entertain me when I’m bored, cheer me up when I’m sad, and comfort me when my friends are mean.  You could buy me a car, pay for the insurance and gas.  Make sure I get home alive from each and every night out.  In the future, I might let you send me to college and law school.  Maybe even help me purchase my first house.  You can help me figure out how to raise my own kids, and pitch in and give me a hand when they are on my last nerve. 

Just a few things, but other than that…  I CAN DO STUFF MYSELF!

…. sorry Mom!

Why I’d probably suck at homeschooling…

I’m one of those moms who utilizes each teachable moment I find.  I try not to bore the kids to death, but if we are doubling a pancake recipe… I think it’s a good time to talk a bit about equivalent fractions… that kind of thing.  Of course, I always encourage reading.  Especially when the 9 year old reads to the 6 year old and we all discuss… it’s perfect.  When Miranda grabbed an old copy of Aesop’s Fables off the shelf, I was impressed and happy. 

A note about this book… it’s a 1947 edition.  A lovely hard cover book in it’s own little box. 


I thought I was gonna get maybe 20 minutes to do finish folding the laundry while my kids learned witty life lessons about foxes, crows, cheese, and flattery.  Wolves in sheep’s skins, geese laying golden eggs, etc… They’d be reading… We’d be discussing the moral to the story and seeing how it fit into our everyday human lives.  A great teachable moment.

I leave them with the book.  I commence folding.  A few minutes later I hear snickers and full blown belly laughs coming from the family room.  “Wow, they are really enjoying this book,” I think to myself.  We have a real hit on our hands.  I smile at the profound intelligence of my sweet little children. 

Ten minutes later I enter the family room.  They are still on the Table of Contents.  Their faces are flushed.  They stifle the giggles.  I must see what’s so funny.  I grab the book.


Here’s a close up of the next page…


There are a total of nine fables that begin with the word ASS!  A word my children clearly know the more modern meaning of.  A word that even the 6 year old can read….  Thus the giggles.  The three of us spend the next twenty minutes coming up with our own morals to the ASS stories….

If your ass casts a big shadow, you should stop eating cheesecake.

Stay away from ass eating thistle.

Be the master of your own ass.

It wasn’t quite the teachable moment I thought it was going to be.  It was good for about half an hour of solid belly laughs though!  My kids were thrilled that they got to say the “A” word as much as they wanted.  

Thanks Aesop.

One of my Favorite Photos

Now that I finally have a new printer/scanner/copier…. I just wanted to share one of my all time favorite photos.  My sweet baby girl, Miranda, when she was about three years old.  I’ll always love this photo of her with her little crown of clover.  It’s one of those simple days from her childhood that I’ll never forget… even without the photo.


It’s all about perspective…

I’ve always dreamed of having a garden of muted, soft colors… pale pinks, soft purples, blues, pale pinky-peach…

However, my husband leans toward the bigger, bolder, brighter side of things.  Honestly, I can say that our theme must be “circus” this year.  When the husband says, “Let’s buy some flowers,”  I jump at the chance.  I’m agreeable beyond belief… whatever you want!

So we wind up with this ….


And about a millions of these…


The look gorgeous from the street… BIG, BOLD, can’t miss them.  They’d look vivid and bright when viewed from the moon!

For some reason I tend to think in terms of what would delight me if I was 4 inches tall!  Wandering through a forest of sweet woodruff…


I’d be delighted to see the tiny blue bells of the grape hyacinth close up and personal…


I seek out wild violets.


So, my contribution consisted of violas…


And some pretty pink snapdragons….


My choices… you can barely see them from the driveway.  You have to really get up close and personal. 

It’s a matter of perspective, and I think I’m about ankle high!


Teetering on the Edge of Something Big

One of the most terrifying best things about being a Mom is being a front line witness as your children try something new.   I feel their trepidation just minutes before they make their first attempt.  My heart races with theirs.  I hold my breath and muster the courage for BOTH of us.   Even when they are 40, in some way, they will still be my fuzzy-headed, helpless newborns.  But I know that someday in the future, they will teeter on the edge without me, and all the kisses and bandaids in the world won’t help if they fall. 


In the future… the bar will be set higher.



The ramp will be more steep.



Life will spin faster.



There will be no tethers.



And their journeys will take them much further from home.