Easter Runaway

Easter 2011

We had one little one that didn't really want his picture taken.

(Ok, well, all of them didn't really want their picture taken, but he was the only one who dared cross this mother.)

The bow tie sewing experience turned out to be a lot less painful, and time consuming than the last time I made them. I don't know why sewing gives me anxiety. Might have something to do with this internal guilt I carry from 8th grade sewing class where I didn't finish my final skirt project because of my countless failed attempts at putting in a zipper. I can still see that purple material in one hand and that purple zipper in another.

I hate the word zipper.

I love the word velcro.

Yes, I did it again.

Yes, I did.

I started something I promised myself I would "NEVER, EVER, EVER, EVER" do again.

(Apparently, I'm not very good at keeping promises.)

Here's a little sneak peek.

If I survive without killing myself or someone else, I will post pictures.

Promise.

(Although, I may not be very good at keeping promises.)

Mmmmm

My main man was out west last week helping his mom while she went through some surgery. I was here living it up with the boys during spring break in Cleveland. Yes, it snowed. Yes, I was jealous that I couldn't be out west visiting family too.

BUT

The jealousy didn't last long when he brought home a big bag of these.

Chocolate Covered Cinnamon Bears

They may or may not have lasted less than 48hrs.

Crazy Woman Here

My life these days feels an awful lot like this picture. Swamped by the daily grind.

This winter got to me. I feel like I say that every year. This year, I really mean it. Feeling a lack of motivation coupled with three little boys full of cabin fever is not a great combination.

It's a good thing these boys have such a great dad. He understands them in ways I never will. One day we were driving in the car and the boys were in the back making boy noises, you know, super hero noises, car noises, ninja noises, etc. It's so foreign to me. I have nothing from my own youth to relate to this. My husband just smiled and understood them.

First time filling out brackets with the boys. They were SO sad when their team lost. There were even some tears shed.

We found the disneyland jar thief. We are trying to save up to get the boys to disneyland before they are teenagers. :)

We have one little one not quite as committed to the cause.

I found handfuls of change in each of his side pockets. Should I be concerned?

And Now, A Love Story

When I was little I would fantasize about my knight in shining armor. He would be PERFECT. He would only think about my needs....always. He would know my thoughts, (ahem- know how to read my mind). He would bring me flowers at all the hallmark holidays, and all the "just because" times too.

I definitely didn't want to grow old and be boring fuddy duddies like my parents, who, from my perspective didn't really love each other that much, because they didn't kiss and hold hands all the time, like people in love should do.

Then I grew up.

Then reality set in.

Then I saw life from a different set of eyes.

Adult eyes.

I remembered my parents. My juvenile judgment about what true love really was, caused me shame. For, in the years since I met my own prince charming (Who, by the way, isn't perfect, does not ONLY think about my needs 24/7, and doesn't read minds.), I have come to know the meaning of true love.

True love is caring for others more than self.

True love is about learning how to be selfless.

I watched this in my parents marriage. I watched my dad put aside his own desires, wants, and needs, to help my sick mother. He came home from work each day and got right to work at home making her burden lighter. (True love, that my teenage eyes didn't know.)

I woke up early Saturday morning, with a strong pain in my lower back and was terribly sick all weekend long. A kidney infection that left me with chills and sweats, a loss of appetite, and my body prone on the couch. Knocked on my can, I was. My husband spent the weekend caring for my needs, and the needs of our 3 crazy boys. He did the dishes, cleaned the house, fixed meals for the boys, got them ready and took them to church, picked up my medicine, got some movies for me--just because, drew me a bath, went to the store, practiced piano with the boys, and much more. Without me asking.

You see, Friday night he told me he needed to go to work on Saturday because he had so much stuff due this coming week. Not going to work on Saturday for him surely means a stressful Monday.

My husband gave me the best Valentine gift ever. Not roses, not fancy stuff.

Just himself.

Happy Valentines Day

I Was Right

Nine days

and

Three doctors

later......

It turns out that I was right all along. I KNEW something was wrong. I KNEW he had a broken bone. I just needed someone to believe me.

Why did I allow myself to question my gut instinct? Poor guy was in unnecessary pain for WAY too long.

Now that ALL three boys have had at least one (or two) broken bones, I'm hoping that I've reached my mom quota and won't have to deal with this again. :)

Well, one can always hope, right?

Cleveland in February

Want to know how I feel about life when it's February in Cleveland?

Yep. That's about right.

It's snowing right now and I have cabin fever.

Thinking thoughts of sunny summer days at the pool.....

Rewarded

The reward for staying up a good portion of the night to help my sick, puking oldest son.

Coming back down to check on him in the morning to find my new phone sitting in the leftover bile in his puke bucket.

I'm certain that the youngest boy was the initiator of that event.

Awesome.

Anyone want to borrow my phone to make a phone call??????

New Stuff

I've got some fun new things coming soon to the shop.

Want a sneak peek?

And, yes, they will be under $5.00!

Shoe Love

I'm not much of a shopper. I REALLY hate shopping for clothes, especially with 3 boys. Really. Hate is not a strong enough word.

But,

I LOVE shopping for shoes. My friend has a sister, who came out to visit her over the holiday. I met up with my friend and her sister, and all the kids to go to a bounce house type place. Well, the bounce house was CRAZY crowded. So crowded that we asked for our money back and left to take the kids to Chik fil A to eat and play in the play place. You following me? I'm sitting at the table chatting away trying to keep the baby contained in his highchair. I reach down to pick up his bottle from the floor (His new favorite game, my new non-favorite game.) when I saw them.

The coolest RAIN boots ever.

I fell in love instantly.

Hmmm, might be time I own my first pair of rain boots.

Welcome 2011

Wow it's already 2011!

We are still recovering from 2010.

Man, it was a busy year for me. I never would have guessed that my little idea for an affordable jewelry shop would have gotten such a great response. I'm so grateful. By the end of the Christmas season, my poor little thumbs had cracks and calluses on them from wire wrapping so many earrings. My goal this year is to get a properly stocked inventory of every item in my shop. I've also got some great new jewelry I just need to get pictures of and listed. And, most exciting, Santa brought me an amazing new dremel!!! Now I can finally make the seaglass necklaces I've been wanting to make. I can't wait.

Now, if I can just find the extra time in my day to do that. :)

(Wearing the Simple Darling Diva earrings and my favorite dollar store red necklace.)

Hope you all had a wonderful holiday season.

Now,

Bring it on 2011!

I've got a feeling it's gonna be a great year.