Wednesday, March 25, 2015


Union Elementary 2015 Art Show presents (drum-roll please!)  Emma Lillie and her masterpiece! I love it.  Love it so much, that for a mere $19.00 I bought it framed and all.  Steal of a deal! 
It hangs in our entryway and presents itself to everyone who walks through our home. 
Proud as punch, I am of this talented gal!

Hat and boots.

A little girl with a hat.  Pulling her wagon.  Her wagon stuffed full of friends.
She adds a big sister.  A big sister wearing boots.  And she sings.

They play.  And play.  And play some more.

The little girl dumps off her big sister in boots.

There once was a girl in a hat.  She pulled a wagon.  Her wagon was stuffed full of friends.

Parenting can come back and bite ya.

"Hey mom, can I buy something?"
"Did you bring your money," I ask.

[insert silence which means wheels cranking inside brain]

"I'll just use your money!"
"What?  You can't just use my money," I reply
"But mom, you want to be a share-er don't you?  It is nice to share, ya know."

Oy - that girl! 

Monday, March 16, 2015

See starts with "C"

Just spouting out some first letter sounds while playing a few days ago, Hope always gets caught up on the letter C.  Who could blame her...stupid stupid phonics, I mean really, give me a break. 
She was insistent on finding words that start with C even though I tried to distract her by going back to the letter P and B and M.  Seriously.
So here we go...candy, cuddle, cape, etc. 
"But Mom those are K words." 
I tried, again.  And again. 
After much debate, she concluded see starts with C.  And of course, why not? 
I tried, again.  And again.

After another round of much debate, Hope confirmed, "ooOOOOHHHhhhhh Mom, you ARE KINDA right."

Oh boy.  Well, at least we're finally getting somewhere after four years. ;)

Lovein' some 9 yr old passion.

Either the our walls are super thin, or someone sings EXTRA loud in the shower. 
Whichever way, I really like it. 
A lot.

Monday, March 9, 2015

Snow, poop, sausage, blue mouth, colors, turtles and a woodpecker.

Watching the snow melt, Hope informs me she doesn't want it to all go way.  She likes it.  She likes to eat it.  But not eat yellow, brown, or gray snow.  Then she informed me without hesitation, "you know...poop and sausage look the same."

Yesterday in Sunday School, Hope came out with a coloring page of Jesus standing by the young boy who gave two fish and five loaves of bread to feed the 400.  Not all was colored, just some intensely small areas.  One of which was the inside of Jesus' mouth -all blue- and nothing more on his face.  I asked Hope what was going on there.  "Jesus has one GINORMOUS blueberry in his mouth."  Well, of course.

Today in the car, Hope was asking what the colors yellow and blue make.  Then white and red, blue and red, pink and purple, yellow and gold, brown and green, and so on...then without hesitation "do turtles bite?"

I'm not sure what goes on inside this gals head.  It's definitely colorful up there.  One thought bounces off another more rapidly than any ping pong match ever witnessed to man.

And for the record, if she comes into a room and says, "I'm a woodpecker!" prepared to see this......

Friday, March 6, 2015

It's a Beautiful Day, Yeah yeah yeah....

 Thursday night, school night, on top of a loaded week of know the kind of weeks "when it rains it pours."  But when Adam comes home with four VIP tickets to the Rock n Road Show, you drop everything and go.  Why?  Because the music is great....the seats are great...and this happens....

Jamie Grace.  She is my preteens role model and I couldn't be more proud.  When Emma's guitar teachers asks her what music she wants to learn, it's always a Jamie Grace song.  And if I can toot her horn a little bit, this 9 year old can ROCK Beautiful Day on her guitar! 
The poster hangs above her bed.  And now is adorned with one of the most adored autographs ever.  My heart skips a beat.

So worth getting home at 11:30 for.

Wednesday, February 11, 2015

A rub a dub dub, there some fun in our tub....

 Mid afternoon baths are the best.  Stay in until your hands turn into prunes, sing like no one cares, and get as much water on the floor as you can even though mom said not too.  God love her, she's gonna hate me for these pictures.

Do you wanna build a snowman?

Sure.  7'9" tall.  She's got some hips on her, but the grass skirt hides them well.  Good job Emma!

Wednesday, January 28, 2015


Helping Emma with a math problem last during homework time.  She states, "Mom your numbers look just like Dad's.  I guess that happens when you are married that long...ya know, your numbers start looking the same.  Freeeekeeeey!"

Sure.  Whatever.

However, the next round of statements that came from her mouth kinda really freaked me out. 
Here's how it went down...
E - You know else is freaky?
M- What?
E - How kids can look like their dad's.
[me pause and give her the look of "huh?"]
E - You know, 'cause they come out of the mom.  She makes them, so isn't it freaky that some kids look like their dads?
[-gulp- think fast, so not ready to have THIS conversation]
M - Well, I guess that's just the wonderful work of God.
E - Ya but don't you think it's freaky?  I mean how does that work?  The moms seriously do make the babies, how does the dad get in there to make a kid look like him?
M - Ummmmmm, ask me when you're older.
M - Emma, is your math done?  Just get it

[shew.]  I'm totally freaked out and need to go sit down.

Tuesday, January 27, 2015

Just how she rolls.

8:30 pm on a school night and the girls talking me into staying up past bed time and watch just one more show.  Ya ya ya, I know, pushover.  The deal, was to have teeth brushed and jammies on so no dilly-dally once 9:00 ticked over.  And so they did...well almost.

Jammies on both girls snuggle up next to me.  I asked if they brushed their teeth.  Emma jumps up and admits she forgot and hustles upstairs to complete the task.  Hope on the other hand....
"You did?  You really brushed your teeth?" I ask.
"Sure did."
"Are you telling me the truth?  When did you do it?" I continue to press.
Silence and shaking of the head as she looks down at the floor.
"arg.  Dang it." and she drags her lead filled feet up the stairs.

Yes, the four year old says such words.
-sigh- dang it. ;)

a little lunch + a little game = A Big Deal

Two little ladies and one stay at home momma...we do the best we can.  Or do we I?
Sometimes my mind starts racing as I work on projects here at home from chores to sewing orders.  I've sat the four year old in front of her shows, and the other one is at school so no worries, right?  Ya, it's OK I can tell my brain....but man oh man, the days I flip the tables the world around here changes.  And that's a big deal.

Today, the day of no excuses and no more "just a minutes or hang ons." 
11:50 Hope and I packed up our lunches and drove into Emma's school to eat with her.  Gosh, I just love seeing that serious face walk into the cafe' with eyes wondering every direction....then spot ya, and her eyes light up and become fixated on the little sister and mom as the speed in her step increases when she gallops to us.  Better yet, she tags one of her friends and even though I can't hear them, I can read Emma's lips, "do you want to sit with me and my mom?"  The friend's smile about pops her cheeks off and they both are moving fast now.  And then two more join our table.  These girls are gems.  I love the friends Emma has chosen.  They laugh, they take turns talking, they talk at the same time, then laugh some more.  Emma, the ring leader (yes would you have ever imagined that?) sits with barely a gap between us.  This was a big deal to her.

When we get home, I spot the princess tower game set up.  ....and I spy game.  .....and match game.  But my list, what about my list?  Whatever, I got a little game playing to do.  (add in some hot chocolate too.)  Fun stuff to watch the wheels in Hope's head while we play the games.  She's four.  She loves four year old stuff.  I love watching her love four year stuff.  No pushing her to the next level or learning something new, just good 'ol four year playing.  This is a big deal to her.

Not the day I set out to have, but it was a day that we had. 
My job is a big deal...when I take time for the little things.

Saturday, January 17, 2015

Happy Birthday Allie Cat!

Miss Allie turns 6 today!  These pictures are from over the Christmas holidays as we celebrate this gem a little early in IN.  But in TN today is the real deal - hope it's a fun one Allie Cat!

Thursday, January 15, 2015

And that's a wrap.

 It was the year of "get rid of all the blue wrapping paper."
It was the year of best buddy dog, Hank.

 It was the year Jesus had a Mickey Mouse birthday cake.

 It was the year of Legos...and Chucks.

 It was the year of Papaw's ugly sweater T-shirt.

 It was the year of Mamaw.  xoxo
 It was the year of cousins.

 It was the year of gifts for the individual personalities.

 It was the year of grandparents.
 It was a year of lots of snapping to get just one photo.

It was indeed a great Christmas, this 2014 year.  And that's a wrap.