It's a love/hate thing

Reality and I have a love/hate relationship. We always have, and I suppose we always will. I love Reality for the most part. But there are days when I really don't. There are days when he is nasty. He loves to taunt me. Sometimes he looks me square in the eye and punches me in the gut. That's what he did this weekend. Reality knocked the wind out of me.

Here's what I mean. My girls. They are growing up. They are becoming beautiful, strong, intelligent women. And that is all good, and exactly what I want for them. Sometimes it's just hard to believe. In my mind they will always be my babies.

This weekend was Homecoming in Houghton Lake.

Here's Chloe and her friends in the parade:



Tessa was voted the sophomore representative for the homecoming court.





Brent and I had the honor of walking her on the field at halftime.


Grandpa & Grandma even came.


This is Tessa with her good friend Ricky, who was also the sophomore representative.





The next night was the homecoming dance. Reality hit me hard again.
(Chloe with her bestfriends Alexa and Leah)







Tessa with her date Brendan, one of her good friends from downstate.




I don't know if I will ever get over the feeling of "how and when did this happen?" when I look at my girls. But that's okay. I know Reality is right there, just waiting to remind me.

I'm back.....maybe

I recently read through this old blog. My old blog. I was looking for a specific picture and ended up reading every post. It's been a long time. And it made me realize something. I need to start this again. Not for anyone else. Just for me. It's easy for me to get intimidated by other bloggers that are actually good at it. Great writing and great pictures. I must get past this. I will get past this. My girls are growing up and will be gone before I know it. So, here I go....

Christmas

Here are a few pictures of our Christmas this year. Of course, it starts the night before with opening new pajamas.



The big surprise this year was for Brooklyn. She asked for her first ipod. With the other girls, they had to save up half the money and then I paid the other half. So Brooklyn decided to ask for money for Christmas. And that was the plan. Until I went online and found an incredible deal on a nano that also plays movies. So two weeks before Christmas I bought it and put one of her two favorite movies on it: "Elf." Then I schemed as to how to really surprise her. Christmas Eve it came to me. I asked Tessa what Brooklyn's least favorite dvd is that we own. She carefully looked through them and then grabbed "Little Lord Fauntleroy." It was perfect. I taped her ipod into it. The next morning it's the last gift under the tree. She obviously knows it's a dvd before she opens it. She rips it open. The next few moments are priceless. You can see on her face that she is trying desperately to not be rude.

She looks at it carefully, and with the slightest disappointment in her voice says, "We already have this one." To which I reply, "Oh....well, that's okay I guess, since you like it so much." I wish I could have had Kelle there to take the second by second pictures of her face. She was precious. Not wanting to hurt my feelings. I couldn't take it any longer and say, "Why don't you open it and make sure that's what's really in it." And here is the face that I'd been waiting for:

I love making memories like that! Then we sat around the table with Grandma Ena's homemade cinnamon rolls and a sweet sausage and egg dish that Brent made. (Egg's from the YikChick of course!) It was a great day. Relaxing, and full of laughter. And we ended it around the table again with Brent's roast beast. Roast lamb and a venison roast that had been in the crock pot since the night before.

We sat around the table long after our stomachs were full, just enjoying each other. Reminiscing about the past and dreaming about the future. Life is different as these amazing girls grow. I thought I would be really sad to have a Christmas without any "real" toys under the tree. But somehow life just keeps getting better and better.

Creativity

Our new house is technically not ours. We are leasing it until our old house finally sells. Because of this I have not been able to paint the white walls or remove any of the "oh-so-not-me" wallpaper. I don't know why, but not being able to do this for some reason kept me from doing anything creative. It's been almost a year, and I've been feeling the "need" creeping it's way to the surface.

So I've had this idea brewing in my mind for several weeks. It has occupied my thoughts all day and awakened me at night. What I didn't realize was how following through with this idea would change me. Make me happy. Almost like a weight had been taken off my shoulders. Renewed. Fresh.



Painting whimsical/funky mugs and "what-nots" and posting them on Etsy. (If you don't know Etsy, it's a website very similar to Ebay, but it is only for handmade items.) It is so fun!! I know I won't become financially independent this way, but that's not why I'm doing it. I'm just letting the "need" free. I'm a better person because of it.

Here's the logo that my amazingly talented Yaya, Diane, created:


She also made the banner for the shop. I only have a few things listed right now. More coming soon. http://www.cuppajo.etsy.com/

Goodbye City Life!

Yet another great perk of country life: burning leaves!! In the city we just raked them all into the street and the city would come scoop them up. Very convenient, but just not as fun as burning them ourselves.

Tessa would have no part in this experience, though. She was disgusted with us because we were "killing the ozone layer."

Brooklyn, on the other hand, couldn't get enough.

Notice the bucket of water by the tree. ha!

Halloween 2008

Tessa's cell group from church decided to do their own trunk for Trunk or Treat. Their theme was Disney Princesses. Tessa was Aurora, aka: Sleeping Beauty.

And Brooklyn was a football player! Here she is looking very fierce. ha! She and cousin Chase also did a trunk together, but somehow I didn't get a picture of it. Bad mom.

Goodbye City Life!

My Yaya Cousin gave me this great idea of starting this new regular blog title. I've blogged a few times about how much I am loving country life, but I email about it even more. My email friends are probably getting sick hearing about the elk and turkeys and other fun things we're experiencing. But today was a different experience. As much I as I want to be a true country girl, I'm afraid I have a long way to go.



Just after I got done writing an email about how much I love country life (eleven turkeys crossed the road today while I was out running!) I went into the kitchen to pick up a little and hear something in my garbage!!





I freaked, ran out of the kitchen and called Brent's sister, the true country girl. She offered to come over and save me from impending doom. I slowly came to my senses, carried the garbage to the garage, carefully but quickly took out the bag and threw it into the dumpster. whew! And after all that I'm not sure there was anything there to begin with. I never heard it again. Who knows. But now I'm so jumpy, the wind blew in through the window, my paint chips moved, and I about wet my pants!