Tuesday, June 14, 2016


I've really tried to focus on definition here lately. Macy promoted. 

Promotion is an activity that supports or provides active encouragement for the furtherance of a cause, venture, or aim.

Graduation is the receiving or conferring of an academic degree or diploma.

Macy did not have a graduation, she had a promotion. For some reason focusing on the definition makes this event seem less "growing up-ish"...

But let's cut the crap.
Macy's growing up.
She's getting older.
And come on mama, promotion is just another step closer to graduation. 


It's a defense mechanism those of us use when the reality and heaviness of an event or emotion feels like too much to accept.


A purposeful choice to focus on the little defining languages that separate promotion from graduation and making sure everyone understands the differences in the word so you don't actually have to talk about your kid growing up.


It's a realization that hits your heart when you realize you have such a bigger repsonsibilty now as a parent to make sure this transition goes in the right direction instead of wallowing in your self-pity.


The moment you put on your big girl panties and hold fast to the promise that this milestone will be met with enthusiasm, excitement, and encouragement. That moment as a mom that you envelop the grief you are experiencing of a fleeting childhood and the joy of honoring "growing up." 


Making the determination actually happen. Putting one foot in front of the other. Having the conversations that go with growing up. Stepping up, and not stepping down.

We're getting the hang of this growing up thing. It seems to be harder on me than anyone else. 

Reasons for Purchase

At a recent trip to Bev Mo I was distracted in the soda section 
(yes, at Bev Mo) by these gorgeous bottles.  
Obviously my mind went straight to repurposing them 
into a spray painted beautiful milk glass looking flower vase.

I was also really interested in trying them out, 
but they carried a pretty hefty price tag.
I quickly decided that it would be a decorating/taste testing 
win-win if I committed to the purchase.

And in true Lloyd Mountain taste-testing form, we made it a family event.

Here is a suggestion of what you should pay attention to as a mom when you are deciding what to try out for taste testing:


Oh, I'll tell you.
Like if I ever had a Monster or a Red Bull (which I haven't)
and I fed it to my kids for dinner only

So, when your kids are running around the house like the Lost Boys from Peter Pan and you can't figure out 
why you can't sleep (that's what high caffeine means)

So, CHEERS to our taste-testing adventure.






Tuesday, April 5, 2016

I hope you know....

Dear Zachary,
I love you so big.
I hope you understand someday just how big that love is.
I love you more than you love eye-black.
I love you more than you love baseball.
I love you more than you love any sport.
Son, can we discuss for just a moment that although I love YOU so big, I however, am struggling at a monumental level with the incessant ball throwing in our home.
Like for reals, my love.

Z-man, for the love...could we maybe make a pact on what gets thrown IN THE HOUSE?

Believe me when I over-dramatically say to you that your mama is not trying to squash your "field of dreams" or "hoop dreams" or whatever kind of spherical tossing famedom you are trying to achieve.

But the thump-thump-thumping.
The bump-bump-CRASHING.
It's making my hairdresser work far too hard these days. 
She's begging you too.

Make the deal, buddy.
You could be told that you may NEVER play ball in the house. 
I could do that and pull rank.
But honestly my sweet son,
I don't want to do that.

I want to see you happy.
I like that you have a talent that I am ever-so-in-awe of.
I do.
So I will allow you to keep this crazy town throwing of the ball going if you use the soft, plush, quiet basketball.

So please, pretty, pretty, please Z...
The next time you see my pretty decorative reproduction olive basket and I'm letting you use it to shoot your plush quiet basketball into...know that this is an expression of my big love for you.

Because this bouncing and throwing allllll the time is hard for me.
And I'm trying to not be so uptight.
I promise, I'm trying for you.
Because my love is so so big.

Friday, March 25, 2016


Growing up my aunt and uncle always threw a great Easter Party.
I have some pretty fantastic memories of hanging out with my cousins and many
of their family friends.
It was something I looked forward to every year.

For the last couple of years we have been getting together as "fr-amlies"
to celebrate Easter together, early.
I hope as these kids grow they too look forward to getting together each year.

The past few years have been extremely warm, but this year the RAIN decided to grace us.
Believe me, I'm not complaining about the rain. 
At. All.
Gimme all the rain you got.
In fact, I feel super lucky because it dumped rain for a few hours before the party started
and then miraculously stopped just as people were arriving.

The perfect timing allowed us to play outside and have our annual Easter Egg Hunt.
It's so fun to watch these kiddos grow and change from year to year.

Because the outside was still so wet, I said "goodbye" to all aspirations of being Donna Reed, 
threw a quilt on the ground and let the kids eat on Christmas plates.
I know.
You're all asking, Who is this new Joni?
The amazing thing is...NOBODY CARED.
It honestly made me a little twitchy.
I mean come on, Ugly Sweater Christmas Santas Plates with all the fun spring colors?
It hurt my eyes.
BUT, I went with it, drank a little wine and simmered down.

Getting ready to play games.
I'm probably laying down some serious rules.

We have a great time hiding the eggs.
Sometimes we hide them so good even we can't remember where we hid them.
I found two more today.

Here's the crew.
I love them.

 Some really tall person put an egg here.
It was obviously NOT me.
 Trying to get creative to get the egg down can often backfire on you.

The rain came back towards the end of the evening so we played some games inside.
Steve found this fun game called "Alien Bunny."
Everyone gets a different colored pen and get 10 seconds to draw something on the bunny.
They all turned out so funny.
The kids wanted to do some more and started making up their own rules.
Funny how that works.

I amand I think the mess of this party is totally worth the smiles and memories.