June 26, 2015

Moo Sews

A couple of weeks before the kids left for their dad's, Mabel and I were left home while the boys went fishing.

Naturally, we decided to sit on the couch for girly shows and sew.  My girl brought up the sewing kit she got last Christmas, and all of the makings of a felt kitty cat.

I showed her two stiches - that's it.



She listened carefully and took her time. It was very special to watch and brought back amazing memories of embroidery with my mom.





Bean watched. He is so polite - didn't even try to eat the project more than once.





Be still my heart.





Tongue!




Great job, Moo!

June 24, 2015

Bean Likes The Feeesh

Before the kids left for the summer visit with their dad, they spent some time fishing a local lake.






Bean was most excited.




"Can I has dat?"  - Bean

June 23, 2015

His New Baby

Andy Smurf got an early birthday present before leaving for his dad's this summer.  His mini strat busted a bridge, so it was only appropriate for Bryon to grab him and almost literally FLY to the guitar store.






He was elated. He has played her every day since.




Love this bond between them.

June 8, 2015

Weddennessday on a Monday

I’m’a write this on Monday, mmm-kay? But look out, because I’m chatty today and 'Weddennessday' is comin'! 

So I did the thing the girls who get their hair cut into lobs do; I went back for another haircut. I asked her to #cleartheshoulders and bob it.  It’s such a thing, there is a hashtag. I’m accidentally trendy, look at me!  I realize I do this – I grow out my hair for months and years and then get a wild hair for a change. I loved the lob, but I couldn’t make it work, mostly since I rarely wear my hair straightened anymore.  I have long since learned to embrace my hair’s natural (bedhead) texture and wave, so I need polished bedhead these days basically.  The lob wasn’t it. I tried, but it just wasn’t. So my new good friend and hair stylist was chirping with excitement as she held her comb below my jawbone. “Are we thinking like an inch then?”  Rumpled eyebrows. Mouth squirming. “An inch and a half?”  And then she reset the comb higher at the nape of my neck and brought it ‘round.  “There!”  I said.  “That’s two inches!” Well, shit. If you’re gonna do it,  do it, I thought. And so we / she did.   She also got rid of most of the A-line, point cut the back and thinned without using thinning shears (those things are the devil on me).  It felt amazing. And then I went home and knocked my husband off of the couch.  Ahem.

Isn’t it amazing how great hair fills you with confidence? Girls, go after that. Don’t ever settle on something that makes you feel attractive. For me, it’s totally hair – but if it’s eyelashes or your shoulders, do it as best you can every day. You deserve it.

And so – I have a list of things I’m loving in my hair right now. Sometimes all at once!  I still love and use Living Proof products. I also like Bumble&Bumble a lot. I was spoiled by a Bb salon back east and love how layerable their products are – and since I’m all about big bedhead hair, well layering is on my mind right now.  After my chop, I picked up some Bb Gentle shampoo, some Thickening Hairspray (the BEST on wet hair before a big blowout), Invisible Oil Primer (new Holy Grail, seriousy) and their new Surf Infusion spray (think salty surf spray + oils).  LOVE. (I did not love the Dryspun texture spray or the Surf shampoo + conditioner, so those went back.)

Kids have been out of school for 3 weeks here. Unfortunately, our weather didn’t get the memo and it was between 30-50 degrees.  We were 90 degrees a month ago, so things can turn back around on a dime out here. And, well, they better – because the kids want to run through sprinklers and not freeze to death. Also, Bean is DONE with frigid wind. Amen.

In new news, Mabel has asked to go to 2nd grade volleyball camp next week. Whoop!  She’s been inspired by big sister.

OMG. I have been so bugged by the piercing bug lately. I knew I wanted second holes in my ears, so after my haircut last night, I had them done. [And yes, I could have waited and seen a piercer instead of a mall lady, but I needed to seize the moment!]  I chose gold, 3mm balls for my studs and I love them!  I am looking forward to switching them out this summer to some indie jewelry from BRVTVS I’ve had my eye on lately.

Can we talk about Grey’s for a moment?  Enough time has passed for everyone to have seen and been spoiled about what happened on the show, right? Good. Because I need to talk about it.  Oh, Derek. Damn it, Shonda!  Mindy and I both had to DVR it to begin with. The next night we were texting at bedtime about watching it for the first time together and the convo went like this:

“I’m going to go into the living room, I think.”
                “Ok. How long ‘til Roger is asleep? Bryon is already down.”
“I’m gonna go out there now.”
                “I have to take Bean out…  Let’s start together. Standby. I need wine and pants.”
“Ok. I need a blanket and a snack.”

Lulu and I paused at every commercial together and reasoned. Cried. Trevor came upstairs briefly because I was sobbing too loudly. Damn it, Shonda. I am sorry to see Derek go, but I love Meredith. She's the reason I watch after more than a decade. She survives.  It’s not just a show, okay?

I love how, even after all of these years, the Grey’s writers create deep arcs between the stories, weaving together episodes and music from years ago. Like memories with old friends. That shit hits you right in the heart and they know it! The remake of Chasing Cars during the scene when she says goodbye? I cried so hard, I almost couldn’t hear the damn song. Which I downloaded moments later.

Y’all, I actually listened to Moonbabies today. War On Sound, if you’re intrigued. It’s a song that makes my soul so thoroughly happy and uplifted. One of the many, many, many songs that rock my casbah and were played on – you guess it, Grey’s Anatomy. Please try not to vomit; it’s real, ok?


May 19, 2015

Lunch with Judy


Throughout my life, I spent lunch with my mom. I’d pack a lunch or pick up carry out for the both of us and we would enjoy my lunch hour talking about everything and nothing.  Those are some of my favorite moments with her, maybe ever. I can remember spots of lunch throughout my life – just after high school when we watched the aftermath of the Oklahoma City bombing one day when I worked at the dentist’s office – a particularly hilarious episode of What Not To Wear over the lunch hour when I worked at the pet store – tons of lunches during my grown up career. Especially on days when I was excited about something or feeling low, my mommy was there. I got to listen to her hopes and dreams and nursing stories, too. Now, even though she’s 840 miles away, I still love my mom over lunch.                             

Recently I was blessed to have a lunch break with her, by phone. She sounded like my favorite sweater and a Golden Girls episode. I talked to her the entire time I was away from work while I drove home to let Bean out. I needed her voice that day.

When I talk to my mother, she has this magic ability to make me feel like I’m very normal just as I am – while also unique and exactly the way she worked to make me. She raised me to have a strong and vocal moral compass, and to be brave and opinionated, honest to a fault truly. She also raised me to follow God’s guidance more than simply blurting that stuff out, to use it as a pressure on my heart to pray for someone or some thing instead.  (It has taken years to hone that skill!) 

It was so nice to hear my mom tell me that she was proud of me and that she knows that no matter what I’m facing, I’ll figure it out. She believes in me fully, just as I am.

She also offered me a very valuable reminder: stop taking things on that aren’t mine.  I.e. stop taking things so personally.  There will simply be people on this earth not designed to appreciate the woman I am and she told me to just leave them be. If the support I’ve been asked to provide a friend is falling on deaf ears, then just pray and let them be for a while.  She reminded me not to work overly hard seeking anyone's approval, but instead to just let the light shine out of me in whatever way feels best. And always, to keep praying.

Exactly what I needed that day.


She’s the best ever. 

May 13, 2015

Thoroughly Soak Your Beans

It was bathtime again for Bean and both Andrew and Mabel asked to help. I loved their willingness to learn about how to CARE for a pet, instead of just playing with it - and so I grabbed towels and gave a quick lesson.

Lukewarm water in ze tub. Check.

Remove collar and plop ze puppy in ze tub. Check.

Swoosh ze water all over ze puppy. Check.

Massage in and rinse out ze gentle Dr. Bronner's castille soap (remember to thoroughly rinse ze pits and under ze tail). Check.




Admire ze rings of fur around ze puppy's legs. SWOON.

Try not to giggle at ze curly queue tail or the muzzle mustache.




Look at ze handsome baby boy waiting politely for exit.

Drip dry. Check.

Squeeze excess water from ze fluff. Check.

Swaddle up ze baby for snuggly wugglies? Check.




Andy was first.

Then Moo.




Oh delicious kisses from ze clean baby!




After that, we blew him dry!

All of this to say: dogs are not as efficient as cats.




Kiki does pride herself in being a self-cleaner that way. Amen to that.



May 7, 2015

Ahhhh Spring


Spring has finally sprung in Da Plains. The grass - and the people - have stopped hibernating.

Trevor has found a defensive partner for football practice in the backyard.





Andrew is very much enjoying practice at becoming the next Michael Jordan.





It's light and warm enough on weekend mornings to go for doughnuts with Daddy.





Warmer weather means yard parties around here, and we had a fine one about a week ago. Uncle Joe came with his smoker and we had smoked salmon and chicken legs, a fried turkey, shrimp boil, and rocky mountain oysters (they were Mabel's FAVORITE). Mabel helped Joe marinate the salmon.




Even the boys helped Uncle Joe get the boil ready.




Mabel thought it was the perfect time to apply her Spring set of press-on nails. They lasted 2 hours.




We love Spring!

May 5, 2015

Bean Schwims

Overall the training is going very well.  Bean has been sleeping through the night. I would say that's pretty smashing for a 4 month old baby dog, right?

A month ago that was not the case.  Our baby was a stress-pooper.  When we left him in the kennel, he responded by dropping his contents. Thankfully, his contents amount to a couple of tootsie-roll knockoffs rolling around in the kennel - but there are days he got a little to steppy and rolled around too vigorously. He pood himself is what I'm saying.

And so I came home from work one day and my baby boy smelled like a pig. He needed a schwim! So I ran him a bathtub full of warm water and got out the castille soap for his delicate skin, and then plopped him in.  He liked it much better than his first sink bath, but was generally disappointed that his short Lhasa legs made him seem deeper in the water. He walked back and forth and back and forth and then decided he wanted to be dry instead.




I marveled at how much of him is actually hair. Shed-free Poodle hair, thank the Lord. I mean, would you look at this little Bean?!

After a few minutes of schwimming, castille soaping, and rinsing with lullabies, it was time to cave to the puppy dog eyes and get him out.




How could you not?

Daddy joined me in the bathroom and we towel-dried him and then blow-dried him as well, worried he'd get too cold outside. I mean, Da Plains wasn't warm yet.

Uh huh. We already know it; save your comments. This boy is spoiled rotten.





After his bath he was a cheerful puffy fluff again and excited to play with his favorite squeaky bear, Little Bean.




And if you would excuse me, I must now go pass out from cute overload.

April 29, 2015

Beaner




Our friendly lhasapoo is mostly called Beaner. Bean-Bean. The Beanerpottamus.

He likes socks and flappy pantlegs in his mouth.

Gets the eye boogers sometimes.

Bean likes beer and sneaks it when you aren't paying attention. *lick, lick, lick*

Bean also likes to eat bunny and goose poops (makes me glad I don’t drink beer).

He is polite and proud (that’s the lhasa), as well as smart and protective (that’s the poodle).  

Bean Bean likes to play chase when it’s time to go inside. Mommy likes to make sure he has his training color on whilst outside. Ahem. BEEP.

Birthday is January 15.

Most of the time, he sleeps all night long. In the bed.

Bean and Daddy enjoy looking at the stars on the nights he doesn’t sleep all night long.  

Our boy embraces messy hair. This is great because his hair grows so fast!  

He wants to join Mama and Daddy in the shower and is alllllmost big enough to jump in. Can’t wait for that (sarcasm).

Loves to play football with Trevor in the back yard.

Short legs on Beaner. Can't quite make the jump up to the couch unless the ottoman is there for his pinky toe to grip against.

Enjoys baby carrots for snack. 

Rides on Daddy’s lap in the truck.

Sleeps on mommy's neck or hands in the bed.

Has doubled in weight in one month (a whopping 6 lbs now).




Dog love is like a drug, People. Get you some. 


April 28, 2015

How To Make New Friends




Only days before I chopped 7 inches of my hair off, I texted my Lulu and told her that I’d finally uncovered the holy grail of hair processes. It took five products and approximately 25 minutes on washing day to achieve the natural, bedhead waves that I like. Even longer if I used different products to straighten it.  And a funny thing happened after I texted with her about it.  While I was happy that I finally had found a system that worked for the texture of my long hair, I became thoroughly displeased with the quantity of products required and the amount of time it was taking just to look effortless.  I also found myself pulling my bra-length hair up, a lot. Getting frustrated with it, a lot. Not feeling that sexy hair feeling anymore. Sigh. And then I felt it coming, the imminent change I needed. Suddenly all I could think was: I MUST CHOP.  Luckily for me, I keep a very nicely stockpiled group of Pins for just such an imminency (yes, I just made that word up). I knew the chop would be a lob, and so I put together a Power Point to show my stylist (don’t judge, yo).

I will save you all the very long story of how I started with my usual stylist, who was distracted and gave me a grossly uneven lob with an undercut so that I left looking like a [very pissed off] lopsided newscaster – and tell you that I called a brand new stylist whose name had been given to me months ago. Out of the blue, I called her up and out of the blue, she was AMAZING. God sent her into my life. She’s as neurotic as I am and asked me to promise to always bring Power Points. For serious. KLOVE blasted on the radio in her studio and we did. not. stop. talking.  For over two hours.  She toned my balayage, which had gone brassy. She trimmed up the lob and fixed the angle so that I no longer looked like I work for CNN.  We talked about boobs and kids and Jesus and made plans to meet for drinks in the future. Then she styled my hair 3 ways, just to show me some ideas for my new length – straight, swingy lob, beachy waves (to die!), and a bun.  People – a BUN. Seriously, what freaking stylist does that? MY NEW ONE, THAT’S WHO.  I seriously love her as a human.  And I think it was mutual because when she delivered her baby girl a week after my appointment, she sent me photos an hour after the birth. I mean, I think she likes me back, is what I’m saying.  Squee!!!

I have a new friend and I could not be more excited. Also, hair score.

My jedi even commented on Facebook at how snarfly and sexy my new hair is. Boom. There it is.


April 27, 2015

March Went Something Like This


In an effort to improve blogging (yes, really), I do continue to write and queue up posts. I found this one this morning, buried from March.  Considering it's almost May, I should probably publish it.

March basically went something like this:




Still Frick and Frack.




Glory be, a finished bathroom!




We see Allie in every purple sky, even six months later.





Hayley is overhand serving.





Peeps are still gluten free. Damn it.





Our chili Bean gives free cuddles daily...





...but he's not a fan of car rides yet. We're practicing.




I love my new haircut.




Bean loves The Golden Girls while we're gone during the day (I did have to promise Daddy to leave ESPN on sometimes as well.)





Date nights and things.




Andy's love of chicken pot pies give me reassurance that he will survive college.




And, Trevor learned how to change spark plugs.

Time for April!