Thursday, September 24, 2015

Dad, daughters and birthdays.

He has two daughters.  He has a force that would knock over anyone in their tracks if they even looked at one of his girls wrong.  He's their protector.  He's their provider.  And I'd say these two yahoos are pretty lucky gals to have him.

And even though he'd go to the battle ground for them, under all that a softie.  Which usually comes out around birthday time. 

The morning Emma turned ten held a serenade Happy Birthday song with cheesy smiles.  The morning of Hope's birthday (this past summer) showcased an "Elsa Barbie cake" made by dad and Emma. 
So ya, he sings, bakes, and decorates too.
Dad, daughters, and birthdays....we got it all. 

Wednesday, September 23, 2015

No stopping her.

 And she's off!  This kid has had her first few weeks of Pre-K and loves it!  I must say it was a bit hard to take the "front door" picture.  ....and the "walk down the sidewalk" picture,  but momma made it!

 She walked into that school like she was going to see Santa himself.  There is no hand holding, wait on mom, walk together with this girl.  Grinning ear to ear, she owned it.

Mom didn't own anything.  No tears, until I started the car up and pulled away.  There was no little sibling in the back seat.  It was just me.  All alone.  I've had five full years of this spunky girl we prayed and prayed for to enter the world....and just like that, I handed her over.  -sigh-  ok enough, or I'll probably start crying again.

Three hours later and Mrs. Sieler handed her right back over to me.  Still grinning ear to ear, this girl couldn't wait to go back.

And what wonderful teachers we have to send us little peeks into their world...
Great job Hope Kaylynn.  I knew you would love it.  And I love that you love it.  Just don't let them teach you how to pronounce the letter "r"....I'm not ready for that yet.  Ok?  Ok.  xoxox

Tuesday, September 22, 2015

Just ordinary stuff, but big stuff.

Passion...pretty sure I can honestly say, I have a passion for teaching.  Teaching Art in particular.  The days spent with those high school kids put me in my element.  Not to mention, a good deal of money and time went into the process to get to that point (Go Evansville Aces!)

The past two days I have spent in sweatpants, hair in ponytail, scrubbing bathrooms, sweeping floors, wiping down cabinets, folding laundry, and cleaning a garage.  I think is was the moment when I was wiping away Lord knows what from one of our toilets, I thought to myself, "what kind of job do I have now?"  I use to love to go to work everyday and anticipate the students, the projects, the joy of seeing learning bouncing across the room., I scrub toilets and do laundry.  What kind of joy is in that?  And I spent how much on a college education to do this?

Ordinary stuff.  Kinda boring.  Nothing great about it.
Until tonight.

It was my turn to be the "supper mom" at Emma's dance.  The dancers get a 30 minute supper break during their three hour rehearsal and each week a different mom supervises.  Tonight was my night.  After one totally burnt Mac 'n Cheese in the microwave, and a scavenger hunt for a knife and fork, the thirty minutes went decently well.
Just an ordinary job added to my call of duty of Stay-At-Home-Momma.  But  you know, to be able to talk with the girls, meet Emma's classmates, and laugh with them, was g-o-l-d-e-n.  There was something about Miss Emma's smile and attitude that totally gave off a feeling of "that's my mom, and she's pretty cool."
And that is big stuff.

I may not be living in my passion, but I'm sure living in a pretty important place that I wouldn't trade for the world.

Sunday, September 13, 2015


I just kissed Emma good night.  As she stood in front of me, I cupped her face in my hands.  Her height is even with my chest.  Her adult teeth are all growing in.  Her eyes sparkle.  Beautiful skin and still carried that button nose I adore. 
She thinks I'm weird as I hold her face and stare at it.  I don't care.  It's my job to be weird, right?  Right. 

Still starring, I tried to etch forever that nine year old face.  Tomorrow, when she wakes up, I will never get the chance to see that nine year face again.  Never, ever. 

Soaking in every last second.  Staring.
Time for the good night kiss.

And just like that I said good bye to my nine year old.  It's double digits tomorrow.

Tuesday, September 8, 2015

It's not all about the "firsts"....but more about the "lasts."

A seasoned mother (now grandmother), once gave me a bit of advice that she was given as a young mom.  And it was beautiful.

"We get so wrapped up in all the 'first' in our children's lives....the first time they roll over, crawl, get a tooth, the first giggle, the first steps, word, even sentence.  And do I even add the first day of school to the list.  As special as those moments are, cherish the 'last' more.  The last day before they walked and they just barely stood with that weeble-wobble stanz, the last day before they talked when they were just a quiet sweet soul of no noise, the last day they smiled that toothless will never look the same.  Those are the days we will never get back.  More teeth will come, more steps will happen, and more words will come out of that sweet voice.....but never, never, will we get back that last day before it happened."

She teared up as she told me this.  Her daughter is currently the same age as me, and she has two beautiful grandkids of her own.  Hearing her say this with such passion and raw honesty really set a new perspective in my role as a mom.

Today is a last.  Today is the last day Hope will be all mine.  100% all mine for every minute of the day.  It's been an amazing five years.  Having her home all five of those years allowed me to cherish all those lasts, and firsts....and in-betweens.
Tomorrow is a first for her.  I'm not thinking about.  I'm just focusing on today...the last.  The last day before she starts a new chapter in her life. May time stand still.  xoxo

Dear spunky Hope, 
Today is the last day we have together before you begin a new journey.  Of course there will be days where we will have together again....but it won't be the same.  Tomorrow I will share you with someone else.  Perhaps I'm a bit selfish, but that's what us moms do.  I loved today.  I loved spending lunch with you and your laughing.  I loved making beads with you.  I loved when you stood on a chair in the kitchen beside me and helped me make freezer packets with the sweet potato greens you helped grow in the garden.  I love hearing you pretend and play Barbies behind me as I type this.  I love you.  I love all five years of you.  From that tiny baby with long eyelashes to the spunky gal standing in the rain.  You are my HOPE.  I give all praise to our Father in Heaven for sharing you with us. Love to the moon and back...and back again, 

Thursday, September 3, 2015

What's all this posting about summer? Didn't the bus come already?

Oh yea, the bus.  As I catch up on all our summer happenings, I pause for a second to catch up on this happening.  School.  School started for this gal a few weeks ago.  Another brick taller on the porch.  And another first day of school picture with the little in her jammies.  Love these two yahoos.

Really?  4th grade?  When did that happen.  Don't make me go back and link all the previous first days.  I can't.  I just can't.  Denial....perhaps.

Sometimes I can't tell if the little is really sincere in missing her sister....or is she just a drama queen?  Maybe a bit of both. ;)
No Emma, you aren't as tall as your Dad even if you stand on your toes.
There comes our favorite #99.
But then again, it's that #99 that swoops my baby up and takes her off.  Bringing her back a little older each day.  Not so much my favorite anymore.
Here's to 4th grade.  xoxox

And the winner is.....

EMMA!  So stinkin' excited for this girl.  First year in 4H and she received all blues.  Add to that a purple Honor Group to her Child Care poster AND (drumroll please).....a Reserve Champion to her cake decorating!

Cake decorating was quite the adventure.  While mom took off to Haiti on a mission trip, Dad took over the cake decorating duties.  Many trips to the store, a lot of trial and error, countless moments of learning...stories to tell.  This girl and her daddy made some serious bonds and memories during this project.  No wonder this project got the highest ribbon.

I love 4H.

Back to Summer 2015.....

Summer 2015 continues with a wonderful visit from some very special friends.  Our Aussie friends, Belinda, Stu, and Flynn were taking a "holiday" through the US and made a pit stop in Zionsville.  We had such a wonderful time visiting and playing.  We made it to the 4-H fair, the Brickyard and Indian's baseball game, and simply just to the back porch and backyard for good times.  Flynn and Hope became quite the buddies.  It was also exciting to see Flynn experience some game, fireworks, S'mores, a trip to the Indianapolis Speedway, and the 4H fair.  And of course July always presents a fun birthday for Grover and Hope...just 9 years and one day between the two cousins.  So blessed to have these friends and family!