Thursday, May 29, 2014

The tiny moment.

Sometimes parenting is hard.  OK, lets be honest...most of the time parenting is hard.  Or at least can keep us wondering, "am I doing this right?" 

On a daily basis we plant mustard seeds of all sorts of things we want our kids to learn, understand, and practice.  Please, thank you, good sportsmanship, being a friend, working hard, what it is to want and earn, satisfaction, curiosity, etc, etc, etc....

Well, here is my story that happened a few days ago.  Nice weekend weather, Adam mowing and I still working in some flower beds.  Hope and Emma had played in the sprinkler all day and had just retired to the indoors.  Emma come out to ask me a question and long story short, due to the noise of the mower we traveled into the garage where we could hear each other talk.  She went back inside through the garage door instead of the back sliding door she originally came out of.

Many minutes later, I went inside to check on the girls.  First thing I saw was the sliding door was open.  The girls were inside, but the dog wasn't.  Within seconds, Emma and her huge heart melted into tears as she realized she had left the door open and our dog had escaped.  (We have no fence.)  The search mode went on.  We walked a few houses down the neighborhood - no dog to be seen. 

Emma was shaken.  Shaken bad.  She was so worried she had "lost Hank forever."  Assuring her he knows where we live and will come back, I had her and Hope sit by the door and wait for him while I jumped in the truck to circle the neighbor.

After circling a couple times, I see our panting-overheated-ball-of-fur come trotting along side.  I open the truck door, in he jumps and hangs his head out the window as we round the corner back home.  I open the door to the house, and Hank runs in.

The girls jump up and run over to greet him.  Both had red faces with tears rolling down their checks.  Emotions were allover from these two animal loving gals.  Then in the midst of the homecoming, the tears, the three seconds of poetic chaos, Hope pipes up and says, "we've been praying to Jesus that you would find Hank and bring him home!"

The homecoming drama continues, the tears are wiped, calmness slowly enters the room again.  Hank is back on his bed stretched out, the girls continue the game they were playing. 

Wait.  What?  They prayed?  They prayed.  They. Prayed.
Eight years old and three years old.  In a time of worry, fright, and sadness....they prayed.

My world stood still.  Amidst the drama of the situation, there was a tiny moment.  A tiny moment that had a huge impact on me as a parent.  We're doing OK. 
We. are. doing. OK.

Tuesday, May 20, 2014

The mad scientists.

As always, I'm a bit behind on posting those memorable photo opts from a few weeks months ago.  But better late than never, right?  Well, if you ask my sister-in-law, Audra, when it comes to dying Easter eggs, the answer would be NEVER!  We all recall the mishaps of egg coloring 2012 right?  Anyhow, this crazy momma decided to put the past behind, and let the childhood memories begin to color themselves again.  Say whaaa?  Yep, but this time had a few more towels at quick reach in preparation.
I love these two yahoos at work.  Mad scientist, they were.  Stirring, dipping, and dye staining took a good few minutes, but it was the after experimentation that was the real party.  They sat at the table for another good half hour, pouring the dye from one glass to another, mixing and giggling.  Then dumping the colors into mixing bowels and witch-cackling over their brew.  Imaginations at their finest.  One even suggested giving it to Daddy in his glass at supper and telling him it was tea.  (Word to the wise Daddy-o, keep your eye on the half pint.)
Beautiful beautiful eggs.
And no spills or crying kids...even more beautiful.  OK, about next year, you in? :)

Don't leave home without her.

Picked up some small tables at a garage sale. They fit nicely on our back porch, but needed a little pizazz brought to them.  A perfect little diddy for me to break open some spray paint....yellow to be exact.  As I give them a quick coat, guess who popped over to see what I was doing?

Hope - "Mom, what are you doing?"
Me - "Painting these tables."
Hope - "What kind of paint is that?"
Me - "Spray paint."
Hope - "Cool! Can we spray Hank yellow?!"

Two after thoughts:
1) Never leave Hope home alone.
2) Teach Hank survival skills.

Picture below not related, just loved the leggins....and the girl.

Thursday, May 15, 2014

Back to her roots.

Over Spring Break this year, most days the kids hung out between home and Grandma & Papaw's house. However a quick travel for work from Daddy-O, took the family to a place we hold dear in our hearts....Columbus OH. While Adam went to some meetings, the girls took a dip in the hotel pool and hit up some shopping. And of course the trip can't be complete without a trip to one of our favorite places...the zoo.  This was the place Emma and I took daily trips to the summer we lived in Columbus.  Lots of memories made...and still in the making.
A cool day, but loads of fun.  No crowds, no lines.  Lazy (except the fox that had to pee), funny animals.  Statues to climb on and pose...why does my oldest struggle to climb the small ones when our half pint is on the biggest ones in seconds?  A packed picnic, a carousel ride, escaping kangaroos, and train ride.  Ohhhh Hope, to have a video of you on the train.  Melting my heart to share my love of this place with our Hope....these are her roots. 

Pickin' it back up with a sweet smell...

So it's been over a month since last posted. No, we haven't been hibernating. In fact it seems to be the opposite. It's just of those moments in life where activities are picking up, the weather is warming up, and the evenings are staying lighter longer. All of which keep my camera clicking, but not so much sitting here in the computer seat.
However amongst all the exciting things happening, I adore my 8 year old who keeps me reminded of the small stuff.  I sit down on an exhausting night to give my email one last check before heading off to bed and reaching for a pen I see this....
..."open me."

A note from Emma.  Quietly sitting wedged between the pen holders....waiting....waiting quietly for someone to follow its instructions.

Inside was a 28 letter word find, already completed with every letter strategically circles.  Five words were found; dad, mom, mom, emma, hope.  (bonus mom!)

If the saying "stop to take time to smell the roses" sounds a bit cliche, well then I guess this all cliche.  And the roses have never smelled better.