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Sunday, October 7, 2012

really, be careful what you wish for...


when you ask, beg, and whine to be included in someone's blog...
and you go to great lengths to train a baby blue-belly lizard to crawl up your pants
just to be blogworthy...

...you have to know it's really going on the blog.
like really really going on the blog.

and you can be really really thankful that someone censored some serious
butt shots just to be classy.
really really classy.

here is a photo story of a photo session i shot yesterday
of a really fun friend, her really fun family, and a really fun lizard.



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Once upon a time there was a friend named Sam,
She got all dressed up one day for milestone pics with my cam...

Quickly she spotted a lizard with a cute blue-belly,
And chased, and chased it 'till it crawled up her pants, woah nelly!

She kicked and screamed, and did a dance,
While sister Tami watched on, and tried to rid the lizard from her pants.
Oh, little lizard, you can't live in Sam's drawers!
So down came the pants, laughter oozing from our pores.
But wait, this story of the free lizard is not complete!
Dear Kennedy decided the lizard was hers for keeps!

She chased and chased just like her mother,
But when Mr. Blue-belly came too close she screamed like no other.

Shaking, screaming, shrieks of terror,
And with mom's convincing she learned her fear was in error.

Mr. Blue-belly headed for the hills,
Scared out of his mind from all these shrieks and shrills.



So beware all you coveters of being blog-story stars,
Watch out what you wish for, some stories leave scars.

Lucky for us, this was full of laughter, tears, and snorts, 
And pants-less moments and mooning of sorts.

And for all of you blue-belly lizards out there,
Stay out of pants, you've been warned....beware.



i am and i've been watching too much dr. suess.

Friday, August 31, 2012

Fulfilling my promises...

I promised you.
Posts that are sappy-less....
tear-less....

unless of course those said tears are from laughter...
that i cannot promise from this post.

Let me set the stage:
Today Macy had a late start Friday, and Zach had preschool...there was much sleeping in, running around, shouts for brushing teeth, and claps of "chop chop...let's get a move on..."
You know those mornings.
Mine was today.

After getting Macy to the bus on time (whew)
Zach and I dart around for our morning chores: feed the animals, start laundry, pick up rooms etc. etc.

While I am in the bathroom brushing my teeth, I hear the kitchen door open and close.
Then, open and close again real fast with the hustling of little Zach feet.
His bedroom door closes.
My eyebrow raises.
(literally, because I watched myself do it in the bathroom mirror)

I walk to hallway and ask, "Zach, are you almost ready to go?"
"Yeah mom, just cleaning my room," he sing-song states to me.

I'm willing to bet that you other mothers/fathers out there have this radar too...
Your raised eyebrows turn into a furrow, and you know something is up.
A little alarm goes off in your brain that says, yeah.right.buddy.....this calls
for some further investigation.

I let myself into Zach's room to find that he hasn't cleaned up a stitch of anything,
and his eyes are as wide as the blue-moon.
Ding-ding mama....we have a winner.

"Whatcha doin Zach-man...it doesn't look to me like you are cleaning your room," I press.
"I'm taking my time mom," he says with a big beautiful melt your heart smile.

Hmmmmm.
Okay.
We have to leave.
Like 5 minutes ago.

I survey the room, and it really doesn't seem to me that he's been up to no good....so I take him at his word and we leave the house for preschool.

During our normal chit-chat on the way to school, Zach announces to me like he just had an epiphany, "Mom...I have a new pet!!"
Quick blinking...
"Oh really? Since when?" I quiz.
"Since I went outside, and caught that frog you told me to leave alone...and I brought him in the house and washed him in the sink, and now he lives in my pants."
"WHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAATTTTTTTTTTTTTTT?" I draw out for emphasis to him because I'm slightly confused about said location of frog, and how this is just getting brought up now....and the full realization of what was really going on in his room all that time.

He stammers.
I'm stunned.

I try to rein in this conversation for details.

Me: "Zach, where is the frog right now?"
Zach: "In my pants."
Me: "Where in your pants?"
Zach: "Under them."
Me: "So, you're sitting on the frog?"
Zach: "No."
Me: "So, the frog is in your pocket?"
Zach: "No."
Me: "Zach, I'm confused. Where is the frog right now?"
Zach: "I'm just kidding mom. Never mind."
Me: "No, not 'nevermind'...where is the frog...you need to tell mommy because that is one of God's living things, and not a toy buddy."
Zach: (sigh) "Okay, he really is in my pants."
Me: "WHERE in your pants?!"
Zach: "In my closet, under my pants, in the drawer."
Me: (relief) "Okay. I will find him and let him outside when I get home, and you better pray that when I find him he hasn't peed and pooped all over your pants."
Zach: "Oh great. I didn't eeeeeeeeeeeeevvvvvvvvvveeeeeeeeeeeennnnnnnnnnn think about that. Gross."

Yes, my friends.
When I came home....
This is what I found to be true:


 So I released the frog to his home. Our front porch railing where he keeps watch and poops all over.
Seriously. Those rat-poop like droppings are really frog poop.
It's so gross.




I amand I have a real life Huck-Finn in my family.

Thursday, August 23, 2012

denial.

i promise that at some point i will post other happenings on this blog.
by other, i mean posts that don't include:

*over-emotional, excessive rants about the passage of time.
*the breaking of my heart little by little as my kids grow.
*me, reminiscing about teaching 3rd grade.
*how this journey is going by wayyyyyy too fast....

i promise.
i will post other things.
just not today.

mostly because right now it's the start of school.
(although i can't promise i won't still feel like this come Christmas)
....and my handsome, charming, loving little Zach-"man-do"
is in his last year of preschool.
(gulp)
*tear*
::look away::

so i outwardly decided...to make known to all those around me...
that i'm in denial.

so............
don't talk to me about zach growing up.
don't tell me he's getting bigger.

i don't want to hear that you think he's "changed"...

or that you can't believe what a little "man" he's turning into.

i. am. not. amused.
for seriousness.

if he asks me to measure him one more time on the ruler growth chart in our hallway,
i might just turn it into firewood for the season.

because that's part of denial people.
removing the things from your life that show "proof"
...that time marches on.

so today, i'm documenting another "gulp" for me.
zach's first day of his last year of preschool.
i'll take suggestions on how to re-word that in my brain
so that it's a little easier to say to my heart.
pretty please?

...and eventually i'll hit the publish button.
eventually.







i amand i do keep my promises.

Friday, August 17, 2012

Deja Vu

 I've mentioned a time or two that I used to teach 3rd grade.
How I loved it.
How the kids were like my family.

But have I ever mentioned
that on my very first day ever teaching
I went home crying...

I was sure those little 7 & 8 year olds would find out I was a fraud.
I was:
Unsure.
Green.
Naive.
...who was the crazy who issued me a credential?

Yet, I was:
Hopeful.
Willing.
Determined.
...because deep down, I knew I was capable.

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It ended up being one of the best years ever.

Mostly because 7 & 8 year olds are really smart, and super resilient.
They didn't call me out as a fraud, but instead loved me.
Grew with me.
And we dominated 3rd grade curriculum.
Dom-i-nated!!!

My first class graduated this last year.
It made me feel old.
Yet, I can vividly recall their sweet little faces
walking into the classroom on the first day.

I can still picture their handwriting.
Their apple-bird drawings.
...and how much they grew.
It went by so fast...

Now my sweet Macy is a 3rd grader.
The reality has set in for me that it is going to be
just as fast.
Maybe faster.
I'm struggling with that today.

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So today, I'm feeling a little:
Nostalgic.
Clingy.
Anxious.
...about this year.

Yet, my heart also feels: 
Amazed.
Excited.
Grateful.
...because I know 3rd grade is going to rock her socks.
Because it certainly rocked mine.

it was also Steve's birthday, so he went to work later so he could see her off to school and enjoy some sweet birthday love from his kiddos.









i amand i'm considering toothpicks to help keep me from blinking.

Sunday, July 22, 2012

flippin' pinterest....

Officially, it's called the "SNOWBALL EFFECT."

Take one open-ended idea
...and it snowballs.
picks up speed and takes on a life of it's own.

Unofficially, it's called the "PINTEREST EFFECT."
The results are pretty much the same.

A few months back I started pinning all of these ideas
for Macy's 7th Birthday.

An ART PARTY.
Easy.
Open-ended.
All the color possibilities of the rainbow.

And while I love, love, love PINTEREST,
I also loathe, detest, and dislike PINTEREST.

It's too much.
Like, I seriously get a belly-ache of fullness after spending a few HOURS browsing.
A Pinterest-hangover of sorts.
Food-poisoning.
Gluttony.


However...
with a little self-control
(and i stress little, because i had very very little self-control)
I pulled off a 7TH BIRTHDAY ART PARTY.
for my darling little artist.

 
food!!! 


 hot-cold-tubbing....
 








 dessert!!!

 
 party-favors



art-time

 art lesson




face painting.