Showing posts with label Gratitude 2011. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Gratitude 2011. Show all posts

Wednesday, November 30, 2011

November Thirtieth: Grandma Glenna




I'd like to think that I am my grandma's favorite, but I think all my other girl cousins feel the same way. I think that says something great about who our grandma is. She is creative, loving, accepting, non-judgmental, prepared, giving, generous, and so fun to be around! She is the very definition of 'one-of-a-kind'.

My friendship with her stems back to when I was a little girl. Since I was the only grandchild that lived by her for a long time (until my sister came around!), I've always felt like we had an extra special connection. Since Jay didn't like us grandchildren, she would sneak me over for a sleepover in the basement of her house in Boise, but I remember I always had to be really quiet! I loved playing with all her bright jewelry and with her dolls. I, like all the other girls, loved looking at all her pretty QVC porcelain dolls in the boxes, trying to figure out which one I would pick to take home when I was older. I also remember her pretty Hawaiian collector's barbie that she never let us take out of the box!

I loved that little fishing game, too. I remember she always had yummy treats and food (she still does!). My favorites were sour cream and onion Pringles, Hostess cakes and popsicles in the freezer in the garage. I also remember her exercise bike in the basement and the big fur blanket on the wall.

I remember waking up at her house in the mornings after I had slept over and she would always fix me hot chocolate and we'd sit on her brown loveseat upstairs while she watch Regis and Kathy Lee, The Price Is Right, or The Smurfs. I loved the crystals she had hanging in the window, because when the morning sun would come through, rainbows would shine on the wall. I thought it was magic. I also remember sitting in the jacuzzi with her in her big backyard.    

I remember every summer, she would watch Lissie and I while mom and dad went to Education Week in Utah. She would bring so much junk food (we were in heaven!) and the 'naughty' kind of soda (Pepsi) that mom and dad would never let us drink! On the last day before mom and dad came home, she would take us to McDonald's to get a Happy Meal, and because it was always in the month of August that she would watch us, we would always get those small plastic Barbies as the toy that came with the meal. I looked forward to that every year! I also remember her never getting along with our neighbor lady (name withheld!) and one time when she was babysitting us, she called her out on a few things and called her a b*tch to her face! (Remember, our grandma is spicy!) When my mom came home and heard the story, she was SO embarrassed! Now, years later, it's just funny!

And then there was camping! We spent so much time each summer at Anderson Ranch swimming, hiking, playing in the sandbox, riding our bikes, catching frogs, fishing, playing night games, sitting by the fire, playing in the hammock, eating too much candy, drinking too much pop, and growing up way too fast. I look back and think of the effort it must have taken our moms to pack everything up and haul us two hours into the mountains, but they still did it several times each summer and those are some of the most fond memories of my childhood. Even now, I get so excited whenever we plan a trip there. And on the summers when we don't make it (since it's a good four-hour drive), oh, the heartache! Camping with babies is hard! But I'm counting down the days until they are a little older! How great to start the fun all over again! I've missed it for too long!

Things that always remind me of grandma: Avon perfume, Aloe Vera, Dr. Oz, GMC Jimmys, and s'mores.




And now a few words from all my girls.

Breah:
When I was little I remember the weeks that we spent with grandma Glenna at her home in Boise she would usually take us to Chuck E Cheese and the dollar store and it was such a fun week. I also remember one time when we were camping and she was laying on the tube and the tube flipped over and she totally fell head first in the water!

Chandra:
I have lots of memories old and new. I'll start with the old. I, too, remember going to the house in Boise with the ugliest counter tops you'll ever see. I remember jumping on the mini tramp and riding the exercise bike, thinking that Grandma had her own gymnasium and I was the gymnast. I also remember dressing up with Hollie there and of course the doll room and picking out which dolls I wanted when I got older and wishing that I would grow up faster. I remember the toy bedroom upstairs and sleeping on the floor in there where we would sing songs before bed and Grandma would tell us the Little Gosling story and the story of the Boy Who Cried Wolf. I loved getting to take baths there because she would let us play in it for like an hour and when it was time to rinse our hair she would warm water in a pot and that always felt so good to get rinsed with warm water.

I remember going to Chuck E Cheese also and thinking that that was my dream place where I became a dancer and singer in the front of those tables! On the way back, I remember Grandma always cussing in that white pickup while driving and saying things like," that dumb broad get out of the road!" Hollie seemed to be with us when I stayed in Boise and Lorrie would get so mad at Grandma for cussing with Hollie in the car. The freezer there always had delicious ice cream bars too. Oh, and playing the organ! I always thought I was special to get to play it. I also loved watching the humming birds there and thought that my Grandma was the only Grandma with humming birds. I loved those two monkeys sucking their thumbs (because I sucked mine) that were Jay's and I only could see them when he was gone. But when he died she did give them to me! I always remember being confused about why she left so long in the winter (going South for the winter) but knew when she came back she would have all these things I had never seen before, like flowers made out of pop cans and crochet chairs and well, crochet "everything under the sun" (that is a direct quote from Grandma, who says 'everything under the sun' all the time!). And who could forget that mannequin doll she traveled with to make it look like she wasn't traveling alone?!

And for some more recent memories, I loved when she moved to Twin. I visited often and she has always been there to help me with problems. Her and Len were very comforting to me while I was having fertility problems and were always willing to help in any way. Just recently we had a conversation about panty liners and she didn't know they existed. Her cousin in Oregon told her about them and I thought how in the world has no one ever told her about them. It made me feel really bad! We have some fun Idaho Pizza and Sizzler memories too. Hope this helps and AMEN to scrubbers! I use them for everything!

Jennica:
I remember dressing up in her old sexy dresses with Hollie at grandma's house in Boise and taking lots of pictures. I remember loving to play with all her jewelry, especially her clip-on earrings. I loved to go into her room full of dolls and pick out one for me someday. I really loved to play with all her exercise equipment. I love her deviled eggs she makes when we have get-togethers. And you gotta love her slow driving, but at least she's getting gas mileage! I also remember when she lived at my parents' house in her trailer, I would just go out there and watch tv and hang out. We had some good times out there! I also remember her always telling stories of the Little Goslings and Little Red Riding Hood.

Lissie:

I remember camping lot. Sitting by the fire, her telling stories (the Little Goslings mostly), and singing. She would let us "big" kids poke sticks in the big fire. I remember the zapper, and how she would always threaten us with it. I remember I had to sleep at her house because she was scared because she was hearing things upstairs once. I remember her chasing our dogs with a broom.

Kenzie:
One of my favorites is her famous zapper she would go around and try to zap you. Also her always changing her hair colors. The heavy eyeshadow makeup on her eyebrows. S'mores around the campfire. And her yelling at the kids that rode by on their four-wheelers going too fast!

Brooke:
I love that when Grandma reads something in a magazine she believes it instantly. I also love that she always talks about how good she does with healthy eating and that she can't have sugar but she's known for her treats and the famous candy bag!

Gratitude recap

November 1st: starting new traditions
November 2nd: a warm home
November 3rd: the age of three!
November 4th: childhood spirit
November 5th: redken 7n
November 6th: sundays
November 7th: creativity
November 8th: my new papoose
November 9th: bedtime
November 10th: new gray sweats
November 11th: my boys
November 12th: Idaho mountains
November 13th: being a mother of two
November 14th: one silly boy
November 15th: pretty words
November 16th: music that moves me
November 17th: my five month-old
November 18th: the grandma-type of babysitter
November 19th: my cousins and aunts
November 20th: new resolve to be gracious
November 21st: prayer
November 22nd: Bangkok, Thailand
November 23rd: health and natural medicine
November 24th: Thanksgiving at home
November 25th: marriage
November 26th: Grandma Dixon
November 27th: Idaho Sunsets
November 28th: my own bed
November 29th: Feeling loved
November 30th: Grandma Glenna

Tuesday, November 29, 2011

November twenty-ninth: Feeling loved




Tuesday evening, I sat on my bed next to a sprawled-out Danny boy. His favorite thing is to chew on his toes, and when he doubles up, he has more rolls than I can count. He's pretty much edible. In a fast, sweeping moment I became so aware of how I am the one he loves most. When he smiles for me, his whole body smiles, and his eyes twinkle like stars. It's quite magical to take in, and it always melts my heart.

It is no slight thing to be a mother, or to experience the vast span of emotion that comes with it. It's more sparkling than anything I've ever felt before. Such feelings teach me that the entire creation process is intended and eternal. And rather perfect. I cannot tell you how it feels to be so loved.   
 

Monday, November 28, 2011

Ariel.



We watched the sun set over the Burley prairie last night, on our way home. If ever I were to get a tattoo, it would be three small birds on the back of my neck just below my hairline, or one on my shoulder, or over my heart that says 'Farmgirl' in cursive. 'Idaho Farmgirl', to be exact.

Here, I drink in the scenes. They taste so good.

Mr. Keller and I went on a date while we were home. (Two words: free babysitting!) We went to Cabelas and looked at guns, then to Tucanos and Breaking Dawn. (I couldn't stay away too long! It's just so good.)

While we were home, I played the piano, looked at old family photos, had dad build me a fire (or two), watched Les Mis, went to TJ Maxx and El Gallo, took over 500 pictures, ate too much pecan pie, and snuggled in my parents' bed.

We also played a few rounds of Catch-phrase one night (girls against boys), and mom and I smoked them all!    

November gratitude catch-up:

Saturday: for a little visit with my ninety-three year-old Grandma Dixon, who called me on the phone later that night to tell me my children were "precious" and that I was a "beautiful mom". I think having 63 great grandchildren says she's the one that's beautiful.
Sunday: Idaho sunsets
Monday: my comfy king bed


PS - Yesterday, I was stuck in September, but I woke up to Frank Sinatra's Christmas album, courtesy of Mr. Keller and suddenly I'm craving cinnamon and praying for snow.

Friday, November 25, 2011

November Twenty-fifth: Marriage

 {december seventeenth, two thousand and five}

Being in love is a good thing, but it is not the best thing. There are many things below it, but there are also things above it. You cannot make it the basis of a whole life. It is a noble feeling, but it is still a feeling. Now no feeling can be relied on to last in its full intensity, or even to last at all. Knowledge can last, principles can last, habits can last but feelings come and go. And in fact, whatever people say, the state called ‘being in love’ usually does not last. If the old fairy-tale ending ‘They lived happily ever after’ is taken to mean ‘They felt for the next fifty years exactly as they felt the day before they were married,’ then it says what probably never was nor ever would be true, and would be highly undesirable if it were. Who could bear to live in that excitement for even five years? What would become of your work, your appetite, your sleep, your friendships? But, of course, ceasing to be ‘in love’ need not mean ceasing to love. Love in this second sense — love as distinct from ‘being in love’ — is not merely a feeling. It is a deep unity, maintained by the will and deliberately strengthened by habit; reinforced by the grace which both partners ask, and receive, from God. They can have this love for each other even at those moments when they do not like each other; as you love yourself even when you do not like yourself. They can retain this love even when each would easily, if they allowed themselves, be ‘in love’ with someone else. ‘Being in love’ first moved them to promise fidelity: this quieter love enables them to keep the promise. It is on this love that the engine of marriage is run: being in love was the explosion that started it.

- C.S. Lewis

Thursday, November 24, 2011

November Twenty-fourth: Thanksgiving


I'm thankful for winter fields, the smell of good things cooking, a heart that feels and loves, and being home one last time.

From me, to you:
Happy Thanksgiving.

Wednesday, November 23, 2011

November Twenty-third: Health and natural medicine



Let's talk about natural medicine, shall we?

I talk about Vickie Sorensen like she's mine. I even call her 'my Vickie' sometimes, and seem to find reason to bring her up to each one of my friends and all my family. The truth is, I love the woman and am thankful to have found her.

Vickie is a master herbalist, a kineseologist, and a midwife, (she owns her own birthing center and has delivered over 1,000 babies!). She also has an entire line of herbal products that I highly recommend. Here are a few I'm never without:

Propolis Plus is a natural antibiotic. The first time I used this product was when Morgan had the rotavirus when he was one. You would think I would be exaggerating when I tell you that as soon as I gave him the first dose of Proplis, he stopped vomiting (after doing so for over an entire week), but I'm not. I have kept it close at hand for just about everything else, and it works wonders to chase away any sign of cold, throat issues or the flu.

She also has a great line of products for digestive issues, yeast issues, and a great line of essential oils.
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I also feel as though I have her to thank for giving me the confidence and courage to try for a vaginal delivery with Danny, after Morgan's c-section. I went and visited with her right before we got pregnant, and also a few weeks before giving birth, and both of our visits were very healing for me, and were an answer to hundreds of my pleading prayers. She gave me a long list of physical preparations ranging from exercises, to taking certain vitamins and herbs, and I know Danny's birth was the miracle it was because I followed through with all the things she counseled me to do.    

I will say, too, that she doesn't 'claim' to heal you herself. Most of her ideas and plans for your health include a lot of hard work and personal resolve to eat better and exercise more. Not to mention, rebuilding your body with certain things it's been depleted of takes time. But the fact is it's possible and within reach. I believe it because I've seen it!
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I have this passion and testimony of natural medicine. And while I also have modern medicine to thank for so many things, I believe God has given us so much of what we need to heal ourselves naturally. I believe it! I believe in striving to be wise and informed, and I believe in making independent decisions regarding your health.

Now before this turns into too much of a rant (because I sooo can get that way sometimes), I should say my husband might suggest including some sort of feminist, anti-government, anti-medicine joke here. Such as, 'lets go burn some bras!', or me advertising to you how, in addition to our closet full of wild herbs, we also like to smoke illicit things in the backyard while we're wearing things bright colored or tie-dyed. (Not true, by the way.) Even still, jokes aside, I have to make it known that I'm thankful for homeopathy. Natural medicine, baby! And three cheers for Vickie. It's so where I'm at, folks. And I just wanted to share.   

Vickie Sorensen's Nature Works: 435-586-2049
goodhealth@vsnatureworks.com

Tuesday, November 22, 2011

November Twenty-second: Bangkok, Thailand.


A few weeks after Danny was born, Stacy stopped by for a short visit. While she was here, Morg dug through her purse, like he does with every purse belonging to the women he loves. He's usually a gum thief, and quarters, too, if he finds any, but this time he pulled out the tiniest silver car. She explained that the car used to be Jared's when he was little and when he left on his mission, she put it in her purse so she could carry it around with her everywhere she went. She's kept it with her ever since.

That day, she gave that car to Morg, and it broke my postpartum heart.

In a few short years, I will be there with boy boys. I think about it a lot. I think about how it will feel to say goodbye, and how it will feel when they return. I wonder to myself, in this dark, moonless world, how I should go about raising men of God.

I think about Mr. Keller and how deep inside his heart is this conviction that I both love and envy. And I know exactly where (and how) he found it. It's such a simple truth that you fall in love those you serve. And while he was over there lifting, teaching, and helping bring people to Jesus Christ, he was changing and growing and becoming exactly what we, as a family, would need him to be, years down the road. I believe sacrifice brings forth blessings tenfold, and I will teach this to my sons.

What I want for them is real strength, accompanied with tenderness. I want them to recognize truth, and that there is value in hard work. I want them to believe in Jesus Christ, and in the reality and perfection of the atonement. I want them to be faithful and pure. I want them to know where it is they can find that precise, inner peace that can sustain them through anything.

I want for my sons to be like their father. And his father. And mine. And I believe a heartfelt two years in a white, white field can do this.

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And we talk of Christ, we rejoice in Christ, we preach of Christ, we prophesy of Christ..that our children may know to what source they may look for a remission of their sins. 2nd Nephi 25:26



Monday, November 21, 2011

November Twenty-first: prayer



Morgan ran around the house naked most of the day yesterday, and yes, it's the middle of winter. He ate fruit snacks for lunch and who knows what else he found. I run a zoo around here most days.

Yesterday, I couldn't get it together. I mean I literally couldn't find it in me to even get out of pajamas all day long. We tried for a mutual naptime once, and when Danny woke up before Morg even went to sleep, I rolled out of my own bed and mumbled under my breath something like: death, please take me.

When I realized there would be no such luck, we carried on. We ate more fruit snacks, watched more TV until 'Naptime: Take Two' rolled around. Morgan tucked in: check. Danny tucked in (and asleep!): check! Lights drawn, heating pad on, ear plugs in. I couldn't pull the covers up fast enough. And it was looking like a home run! Feeling desperate, I thought these words: Heavenly Father, I need some sleep. Please!

I woke up an hour and a half later, when Morgan crawled in bed with me, and my heart was full.

The thing about prayer is it doesn't seem to matter what it is you're praying about. I know Heavenly Father hears every single one I think, feel, whisper, or cry.  And because I'm His, he knows precisely how to answer and he always does so accordingly. He never halfheartedly listens. And when I am a little weary (or a lot), I always seem to find enough strength to make it through. What a blessing.

Thursday, November 17, 2011

November Seventeeth: Five months





Danny boy turned five months old today and I felt myself exhale deeply about twenty times. I told my mom over lunch that I could have skipped the first three months and been fine with it, because, let's face it. It's hard. And not just a little. With Morgan, I felt so much guilt over not loving every moment of new motherhood; for wanting my old life back. I was tired, cold, cut, and broken. I felt strange and so misplaced. But I remember that after a few months had passed, I fell in love with my new self as a mother, and head over heals for my squishy little bear cub. With Morg, at about the five month mark, I could have ate the little cuss! I couldn't get enough of him! We became best friends.

Having gone through it all again, I have realized it's a process. One that hurts and feels awkward and inside out at the beginning. But then something miraculous and star-like happens, and somehow, from all the difficulty, your soul has grown. And you feel it. What a blessing!

Five months is good, my friends. The chunky, smiley, dreamy type of good.  

Wednesday, November 16, 2011

November Sixteenth: music that moves


When we drive in the car, or dance in the front room, the music must be loud.  Loud enough that when daddy comes in the room, he can't wait to turn it down.

I've always been like that. And of course I married someone a little like Scott. (If it's not my dad, it's my husband!)

Even still, I do what I want.

It has something to do with good taste. Good music must be heard. And we allow only classics. We forbid all the rest. And we sing our hearts out when needed.

Before Danny was born, I spent the evenings singing Golden Slumbers to Morgan until he fell asleep. He called it his 'favorite', and I drank up every moment. My favorites are fastly becoming his.

He is, after all, my son. And him and I, we soar on the following:

Sinatra, older Metallica, older Weezer, The Joshua Tree, The Moon is Down, Ben Folds, Phantom of the Opera, Copeland, Postal Service and anything coming from the lips of my boyfriend Christopher Carrabba.

And for the record, here's the list of songs I had put on a cd and packed away in my hospital bag to listen to during Danny's labor:

so impossible - dashboard confessional
look after you - the fray
still fighting it - ben folds
remember to breathe - dashboard confessional
when finally set free - copeland, (my theme song when things got very ouchie!)
the luckiest - ben folds
anchor - mindy gledhill
turpentine chaser - dashboard confessional
you are my sunshine - copeland
boston - augustana
a plain morning - dashboard confessional
these blooms are in full - one amazing kid
sun (acoustic) - mae
new year's project (acoustic) further seems forever



PS - I just found this girl Kina Grannis yesterday. I spent all last night listening to her pretty little voice. Plus, she is sleek and gorgeous! I love the jelly bean art in this video.  




and this SWEET cover of Foster The People! I love this! And her bearded gentleman friend has the voice of an angel.

Tuesday, November 15, 2011

November Fifteenth: Pretty words


You don't have a soul. You are a soul. You  have a body.

CS Lewis


Others that move me:
We have a spark of eternal fire burning within our breast.
Dieter Uchtdorf

It's a dangerous business, going out your door. You step onto the road, and if you don't keep your feet, there's no knowing where you might be swept off to. 
Bilbo Baggins

Twenty years from now, you will be more disappointed by the things that you didn't do than by the ones you did do. So throw off the bowlines. Sail away from the safe harbor. Catch the trade winds in your sails. Explore. Dream. Discover.
Mark Twain

Whatever you are, be a good one.
Abraham Lincoln

We choose our joys and sorrows long before we experience them.
Kahlil Gibran

The secret to happiness is to continuously fall in love. To give the soul reason for butterflies.
Courtney Kendrick

Life is to be enjoyed, not just endured.
Gordon B. Hinckley



Monday, November 14, 2011

November Fourteenth: Silly Morgan




Morgan's been full of it today. He came hobbling down the hallway, bent over, walking slowly and said, "Look! I'm Grandma Glenna!" He's also been telling me he only likes it when I wear my hair down. Pony tails are no good. And last night, when Jar was laying across the couch, Morg declared he was going "up the mountain" and started climbing all over Jared. Then he turned around (while standing on Jared's head), and declared he was "coming down now".

After Danny boy was sound asleep, we (all three) spent the evening squished in Morg's bed, reading Caillou books until I got kicked out for teasing too much. Sometimes I just can't help it. Morg's so fun to egg on, and he says the silliest things I've ever heard. What would I ever do without my nut?  



Well, it's Monday, my dears. And it's been blowing like crazy all day. We're having chicken noodle soup for dinner and doughnuts for treats after family home evening. Stay warm. Xo.

Sunday, November 13, 2011

November Thirteenth: Two

Today I'm thankful that I have two.

A few weeks before Danny joined the party, Cass told me having two is just more fun. I hadn't believed her at all until the last few weeks. Two is more crazy, more tears, more diapers, more baths, more energy, more money, and a million times more insane.


But now that things (namely hormones) have evened out, we're I'm breathing better and seeing things more clearly. And it's getting fun. And sweet. So very, very sweet.

Weekend rodeo, and the twelfth.


I wore these to church this morning, despite the fact Mr. Keller told me they reminded him of his Grandma Nielsen. His great Grandma Nielsen, mind you. Holy goodness, she must have been saucy! Regardless, saucy, old-lady-like, or whatever, I love these tights and always will. So there.  

Late Friday night, we took the boys out for warm pie and a giant scoop of ice cream. It was windy and cold and blew in a small storm, making Saturday morning extra cozy.

Yesterday, I managed to put our bedroom back together from last weekend's paint fest. We have a few more pieces of furniture to put finishing touches on and I'll be glad when it's all organized and done. Messes like this throw me into OCD overdrive.

Last night we drove to Logan to have dinner at the Coppermill with all the Kellers. We wrangled our two boys for over two hours while we ate and visited, and except for a few scratches, spankings, and baby poop on my pearl cardigan, we (parents and children combined) managed to come out relatively unscathed. What a rodeo, and what a good time! 

A good weekend, even. Dinner's cooking, elastic pants are on, and there are plans for cookie making in the near future. Life is good.    

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Dear November twelfth: since I missed you yesterday, here you go:



I cannot believe how perfect the skyline is on the drive from here to Preston. Yesterday, I was grateful for it. I love my Idaho mountains! I love them a thousand times over! Here it's home for me. I think I'll never leave. 

Friday, November 11, 2011

November Eleventh: Boy


Do you know how many things with wheels we have around this joint? The count is probably well over two hundred. Two hundred cars, tractors, semi trucks and trailers. I'm constantly finding them shoved in cupboards, in the bathtub, at the bottom of my bed and, of course, always beneath my feet in the kitchen, bathroom and where I step to get out of bed in the morning.

This is a house of boys. There aren't dolls or barbies, and the only things pink around are a sweatshirt hanging in my closet and a pair of clip earrings in the drawer. Some days, it drives me crazy. But you should see how affectionate they all three get when they are sleepy, or the looks of their faces when I pull chocolate chip cookies from the oven. I'm the one lucky girl; the only one in their sight (for now). Today, I'm so thankful for that.  It's endearing and sweet. It makes me feel at home.

Thursday, November 10, 2011

November Tenth: New gray sweats



Remember that laundry sitting on the couch needing to be folded? Well, it's still there piled in the basket on the couch. It's been there for two days! Maybe tomorrow.
I did manage a trip to Costco, flying solo with both kids, and escaped without spending over $100! That store sucks money right from your pocket and you walk out with two boxes of diapers, wipes, and a brick of cheese. Glamorous.

In other news, Mr. Keller got some cute new kicks which he's sporting this very moment, and I bought the first Christmas present of the season! I also sold my favorite buffet today and felt a slight tug at my heart as  she rode away to her new home!

Yesterday I was thankful for bedtime, and I'd like to pair today with being thankful for new sweats. It was 14 degrees this morning when I woke up and I've been wearing them all day.
 

Wednesday, November 9, 2011

November Ninth: Bedtime


It's been a busy day. Clean laundry is piled high on the couch and I ate a pumpkin pie shake for dinner. Morgan also got a new cream wool vest and this afternoon, we drove up to the mountains to have our pictures taken.

Tonight, I'm thankful for two sleeping children and a big, wide bed calling my name.

Sleep tight, my dears.

Tuesday, November 8, 2011

November eighth: papoose.





Today I'm thankful for this, my little bear cub. I'm thankful to have another little body to bathe, dress, bundle and snuggle each night. Since Morgan was born in November, I have sweet memories of spending all winter that year tucked away indoors. It was sort of novel and oh, so cozy. This year, with Danny boy, I'm finding those same feelings returning. And it feels like home.

There's nothing quite like your very own baby to make your heart feel like heaven. If you haven't your own bundle, you should try it sometime! You'll never quite be the same.

; )

Xo!

Monday, November 7, 2011

November seventh: creativity

{My mom and Morg sewing curtains for his big-boy room, January 2011}

I'd like to abandon post in our bedroom for a few minutes, to rest my weary you-know-what (and don't be thinking anything naughty!). I'm talking about painting! I think I was drunk about 3 1/2 years ago when I chose the paint colors in there and I've hated them ever since. I hate to paint walls but I love the outcome. I love that with some elbow grease, a room can be absolutely transformed in a few hours.

Today I've been thinking about my creative mom and I'm grateful to have been raised in a home where my own creativity was nourished and encouraged. And I'm thankful I'm married to someone who understands I need free reign to do whatever my heart says it needs to do in terms of all things 'home'. Say for example....drilling a piece of sheet metal to our kitchen wall, or painting our front door a deep sea blue.

I think it's thrilling to take creative chances. It sort of feeds my soul and makes me happy. And if 'happy' for me means dragging home junk, re-purposing, rearranging, painting, hammering, and drilling, so be it. Every now and then, something turns out 'off-the-wall' wrong, but usually things end up being so loveable and just right for us.


 
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