Once Upon a Mommy

February Photos 1-5

2012-02-05T15:18:00.000-08:00

Here are my interpretations for the February Photo a Day Challenge. Enjoy!

When we woke up, the mess in the playroom was a bit overwhelming, but don't worry; teamwork is a beautiful thing!

I am never far from a book, and the one I'm reading now (A Clash of Kings) is difficult to put down, to say the least.

I took two hand shots, one of each child, but I couldn't choose between them. So here are both!

When Ava first showed this lovely drawing of hers, I thought it might be me and her. Turns out it's Cloud Rainbow Queen and the Cloud Rainbow Princess.

On the weekends, I usually spend a good chunk of the morning at my desk, usually on the laptop. You know, after breakfast has been served, the house straightened, and those kinds of things.

February Photo Challenge

2012-02-04T15:12:00.000-08:00

Recently, it occurred to me that I'm not utilizing my DSLR camera much anymore. What a shame! Most of my favorite images of my family come from my beloved Nikon D3000, yet I've barely used it so far this year. Even my calendar shots for 2012 (taken in 2011, naturally) were woefully few compared to the year before, when my camera was brand new.

What happened? I have no idea. But a voice within me seemed to be crying out for more camera time. Then I happened upon this:

Brilliant! Not only an excuse to whip out my camera more often, but I enjoy the challenge of following prompts, rather than my own random eye. Perhaps this was just the boot in the behind I needed to reacquiant myself with my Nikon. Just because my kiddos rolled their eyes whenever they saw it, doesn't mean I should stop using it, right?

Right. Trust me.

Now, I'm not going to post my photo every single day. I'm a busy working mama, and that kind of blogging dedication just doesn't jive with my schedule. (Obviously, considering my recent lack of posts.) However, I will try to accumulate a few photos and then post every few days. At least, I'm hoping that's a feasible goal for me.

In the meantime, I'm a bit behind in this February challenge, and I hope to have my first photos up soon. Keep an eye out, and hopefully you'll enjoy seeing the results as much as I'll hopefully enjoy photographing them.

Cheers to new mid-winter inspiration!

Ten on Tuesday

2012-01-24T15:42:00.000-08:00

Recently, I came across this idea (answering ten random questions about yourself every Tuesday) on another blog, and it immediately spoke to me. Why? Well, I like filling out surveys, sharing information about myself, and having one post a week already planned out for me. Brilliant!

This week, I'm borrowing some questions from past issues, but after that I plan to follow the routine questions posted weekly on the Ten on Tuesday website. I think it's just a fun way to incorporate myself into my blog a bit more. Enjoy!

1. What is your favorite month?
This one is so difficult for me, as I find pleasurable elements about each month. One of my favorite benefits of living in the Midwest is getting to experience all four seasons. That being said, my choice would probably be December. Nothing beats the magic of Christmas, or all twenty-five days of anticipation, along with my birthday.

2. What is your favorite online store?
My first instinct would be Barnes & Noble, but my credit card proves otherwise. Apparently, I’ve spent a small fortune on Shutterfly.com. Then again, I always say I’ll never regret buying memories.

3. You go to a new Italian restaurant; what is your go-to order?
That’s easy: cheese ravioli. You know, I’m pretty boring like that.

4. What is your favorite board game?
Growing up, my favorite was Monopoly, as my family played some pretty epic competitions. Now, though, I have to go with Scrabble. I’ve been playing online, and I’m a bit of a show-off with my mad skills.

5. Do you know how to play poker?
Only enough to know that I’m a terrible player. Even my own husband refused to play with me at family gatherings. (Thanks, E!)

6. What's your favorite kind of pie?
Pumpkin pie. Mainly my mom’s version. End of story.

7. What is your dream vacation?
Honestly, I’m pretty easy to please in the vacation department, other than my no-flying rule. (In case you didn’t know, my two random phobias in life are flying and centipedes.) Ideally, I’d like a warm beach, a never-ending line-up of food not prepared by me, and endless time to relax.

8. What color are your toenails painted?
Right now, Essie Turquoise & Caicos, to lend a beachy feel to these long winter weeks.

9. What is the last movie you watched at the cinema?
Over Christmas break, Erik and I managed one date, a relaxing meal at Texas Roadhouse coupled with a much-needed trip to the cinema to see Sherlock Holmes: Game of Shadows. That movie? Fabulous. I won’t even mention the dream I had later about Robert Downey Jr. Fabulous, I say.

10. What is your favorite movie soundtrack?
As cliché as it sounds, nothing beats Dirty Dancing for me. Never has, never will. A piece of my heart will always belong to Patrick Swayze.

P.S. After careful consideration (and so as not to injure any blog readers with an overdose of me), I have decided to only post Ten on Tuesday once a month. February edition....coming soon! ;)

Lil Lebowski

2012-01-22T12:02:00.001-08:00

A few weekends ago, we decided to initiate Hudson into the wonderful world of bowling. He's really matured the last month or so, and now we can take him places and know that he'll handle these new situations beautifully.

And bowling? He was a natural!

Indeed, he gladly donned the adorable little bowling shoes, lovingly selected his orange bowling ball, and even helped his mama set up the scoring machine.

He held my hand up to the line, always, but demanded to push his beloved orange ball down the alley himself. Then he usually dropped to his belly and eagerly watched his ball do its thing. Then, as long as he hit even one pin down, he strutted his sweet self back to the rest of the family.

Love him!

And, just because I'm silly like that, here are our scores from that day. We only bowled one game, but it was the longest and sweatiest game I've ever experienced. But also the "funnest" too!

Erik: 98

Lori: 134

Ava: 58

Hudson: 74

Okay, so we're not exactly bowling pros here, but when it comes to family fun, we know what we're doing. Strike!

Quiet

2012-01-20T16:31:00.001-08:00

“Remember the quiet wonders. The world has more need of them than it has for warriors.” ~Charles de Lint

As a proudly self-proclaimed introvert, I can nearly track the progress of my life in quiet moments. Indeed, it is those very strong and silent memories that have most formed the woman I am today.

Sitting in a pine tree with a notebook balanced on my knee. Watching the stars while a cat twined ‘round my feet and a loyal dog panted in my ears. Holding steady hands to my swollen belly and listening to the subtle shifting of the life beneath them.

Yes, quiet is a good thing, a familiar thing. Really, it’s kind of my thing.

How many times in my life have I heard someone comment on my habitual silence? I don’t talk enough. I need to be more vocal. I’m too quiet. (There it is again, that word that has such a powerful place in my life.)

Yet I have never felt the need to apologize for being quiet. I have never allowed others—with their all-too-often negative connotation of that word—to sway my firm resolution in my own personality. Yes, I’ve always known I’m quiet; in fact, I ardently love that about myself!

Why does quiet have to be a bad thing? In this thought-provoking novel written by a fellow introvert, author Susan Cain asserts, “Many of the achievements that have propelled society, from the theory of evolution to the invention of the PC, from van Gogh’s sunflowers to The Cat in the Hat, came from people who were quiet, cerebral, and sensitive.” Clearly, reticence can create wonderful results, even in higher learning, and I cannot wait to read her thoughts on a life lived quietly.

For me, quiet simply provides a way to reconnect with myself, with that inner voice, even with the universe. I feel more connected with the world when I am silent. My spirit is undoubtedly a quiet one, and I often feel overwhelmed by the noises swirling around me. To recharge my batteries, so to speak, I draw energy not from Duracell’s but from these quiet moments.

Of course, much of my life is loud as well. I am a teacher, so obviously I’m surrounded by a cacophony of daily voices—and I noticeably spend many hours talking to them myself. In my life partner, I chose one of the most talkative people I’ve ever come across (but, I might add, one who also respects my frequent need for quiet in the home). Without a doubt, there are times when being verbal is necessary, beneficial, and unavoidable.

Nevertheless, I like the quiet. I live the quiet. And I applaud Susan Cain from the bottom of my introverted heart for writing a book that both defends and honors those of us who are proudly quiet in a world of loud. While I recognize that this is not the only way or even the best way to live, it is certainly a valuable way—and, for better or worse, it is my way.

“The good and the wise lead quiet lives.”
~Euripides

New Year

2012-01-18T15:09:00.000-08:00

A new year can bring with it so many strings—resolutions, goals, reflections, the acknowledgement of change—but for me, welcoming 2012 was a time to return to the simpler life. Instead of carefully photographing our special moments, quickly writing blog posts to enhance our memories, or perusing Facebook to share with others, I did none of those things.

Why? I don’t know. But it felt good.

You know what else felt good? Spending the day in my pajamas. Playing board games with my family. Reading a thick stack of books (the old fashioned kind, not on my Kindle). Messing up the playroom and letting it sit that way for days. Making fruit salad with my son. Writing stories with my daughter. Staying up late to watch movies with my husband.

So that’s how I’ve begun my year, and that’s why the blog has been at a standstill for so long. Not that I don’t love it (or miss it!), but I just needed a break. Also, with my colitis flaring up over the holidays, I wanted time to settle myself and focus on the basics. That helped, too.

But the holidays? Awesomesauce. Seriously, the best we’ve had. It was so magical, it reminded me of my own childhood Christmases. Full of joy and fun and innocence. In fact, Ava and Hudson were so appreciative of their happiness this year that they made an adorable thank-you card for everyone who blessed them. (Ok, I helped, but they actually put a lot of thought into it themselves, I swear!)

Thus, it is with hope and love and blessedness that I welcome 2012, and look forward to another year of life, and of blogging, of course!

Stay tuned….more memories to come.

Merry Christmas to All!

2011-12-25T08:46:00.001-08:00

Christmas Eve Eve

2011-12-23T11:31:00.000-08:00

Just a few things before the magical chaos that is the Christmas weekend hits us.

(1) Today is my thirty-first birthday.

(2) Yes, I've been slow to blog the last couple of months, but I've been enjoying my time to myself. I'll try to be better in the new year.

(3) Guess who won the Ugly Sweater Contest at my school this week? (No, just because I'm in my thirties now doesn't mean I'm going to alter my style of dress...yet!)

Merry Christmas to all!

It's Beginning to Look a lot like Christmas!

2011-12-17T15:32:00.000-08:00

Whew! Where has the time gone? It’s like I blinked my eyes, and suddenly they were glinting against the beautiful glare of Christmas lights everywhere. Now my birthday is less than a week away, and our family is elbow deep in holiday preparations.

Oh, how I love this time of year! So what have we been up to lately? I thought you’d never ask! ;)

First, armed with Black Friday fliers, both kiddos constructed their annual cut-and-paste lists. Ava actually invented these little beauties a few years ago (you know, before she could write down her wishes), and this time around Hudson became an expert gluer and plunged whole-heartedly into the project. How fun! Plus, they really help us shoppers find just the right thing!

Then it was time for decorating! Boy, I had a couple of eager helpers this year. Between the lights, the ornaments, the ribbon, and the bows, it was a pure Christmas fest. We started with the tree and worked out way through the house. We even played Christmas music and finished by watching a few holiday movies as well.

Last year, sadly, our usual Christmas tree train broke, leaving me worried about finding an affordable replacement. Luckily, I found something even better at Toys R Us this year. It’s a special train that attaches to your actual Christmas tree and becomes an interactive feature within the already decorated boughs. Cool, eh? We thought so. (And yes, I did consider writing a separate post about our attempts to install this wonder of Christmas trains, but decided against it. Let’s just say that three people in tears was well worth the end result..lol). Hopefully this one will last longer than its more traditional predecessor did.

Between singing Christmas carols, watching our favorite holiday flicks, and shopping for those special gifts, we also managed to add one more merry addition to our already Christmas-crazed home. Meet Happy:

Yes, we did it. We welcomed an Elf on the Shelf to our home. I’ve considered it for awhile now, but Ava finally put her foot down and demanded one. We found this little guy on a random day of shopping on Fourth Street, and haven’t regretted his purchase at all. Both kids try to behave so that Happy will have good things to report, and finding his new spot each morning has become a competition of epic proportions.

Of course, Happy’s first place of rest was a meaningful one: watching over Baby Jesus in our Nativity scene. Even among all the fun festivities that come with Christmas, we try to reinforce its true meaning. We read books about the first Christmas, play with our Little People Nativity set, and constantly reference the reason for the season. It’s not magical for nothing!

Well, there’s a none-too-brief recap of our December thus far. If you’re still reading, bravo—and have a delightful holiday season as well.

Favorite Things

2011-12-02T09:26:00.000-08:00

Fall Edition!

Wait, is it December already? Seriously!?! Wow, this fall certainly seemed to fly by, and I'm still a bit in shock that my Christmas decorations are already displayed. Oh, well, for now I'll hold the holidays at bay and share what I recently enjoyed while the leaves turned so beautifully. Hopefully you'll find something you might like, too!

(1) I'm ashamed to say it had been years since I'd last had a pistachio, but for some reason I grabbed a bag off the shelf at Wal-Mart. After convincing both kids that it was perfectly okay to eat green nuts, we all became addicted! A perfect snack!

(2) As a high school teacher, I had a front-row seat for that recent feather-extension trend, and although I decided I was a bit too old to enjoy it, I was amused when Ava came home from kindergarten and announced that she wanted one. A turquoise feather in her sweet tresses? Adorable!

(3) Awhile back, I received a free sample of Revlon Crazy Shine nail buffer in one of my magazines. Since I rarely have polish on my fingernails (as a busy mom, it usually comes off immediately after doing dishes and giving baths), I decided to give it a try. The green side buffs, while the white side provides a professional-looking shine. Going into my first attempt, I didn't have much hope, but I was absolutely thrilled with the result. I've used the same buffer several times so far, and it still works like a charm!

(4) Okay, so I totally stole this Urban Outfitters beanie from another blog (can't remember which one!), but I like it because it has a cotton lining that keeps the head from being too warm or too scratchy. Perfect for both fall and winter temperatures.

(5) Since I gave my fingernails some love with the buffer, I didn't want to leave my tootsers out either. I found this Essie Turquoise and Caicos color at CVS, and I loved it. True, it's probably more of a summer color, but it paired perfectly with warm fall colors. Plus, it even goes with some of my Christmas outfits. Also? It's pretty.

(6) Nutcrackers are more of a winter item, but since I start thinking about the holidays during the fall, I decided to include this whimsical Shakespeare nutcracker. For years, I've collected nutcrackers, and he has to be one of my favorites. Plus, I can display him in my classroom after the holidays when we read Romeo and Juliet. (Insert clever Shakespearen quote here; I'm home sick with the kiddos and am running on little sleep, so my brain is a bit slow today.)

Giving Thanks

2011-11-24T17:51:00.000-08:00

Today, as I celebrate with family and friends, I am simply.blessedly.thankful.

I may not have the fanciest house or the biggest bank account. But I have a home filled with love and a job that fills me with purpose and financial security.

I may not have the busiest social calendar filled with countless friends. But I can count on the ones I do have for anything, anytime.

I may not be as skinny or as beautiful as I once was. But I have a husband who loves me and my flaws.

I may never publish a novel, win an Academy Award, or make a million bucks. But when I became a mother, when I hold each of my children in my arms, I know that I have changed the world for the better.

Each day, I do make a conscious effort to acknowlege the myriad blessings in my life, but on Thanksgiving Day I want to reiterate how thankful I truly am. God has done wondrous things in my life, and I want to pause, pray, and appreciate everything.

Especially these guys:

For my life, my family, my blessings,

THANK.YOU.

Leaves

2011-11-08T15:52:00.000-08:00

Over the weekend, a brisk wind stirred the leaves drifting around our backyard, and both kiddos stood enthralled at the French doors in our kitchen. Watching, giggling, and yearning to get outside and play among fall's most famous fallers. We only have a handful of deciduous trees on our property (most are evergreens), but luckily we had planned a Sunday visit to Mamaw and Papaw's house.

Leaves there? Everywhere!

First, we armed each child with a rake (and an adult supervisor, don't worry!) and let them create their own wonderful piles. Of course, we probably waited a bit too long, since most of the leaves had already turned brown, but there were enough pops of color to keep Ava and Hudson interested.

If you can't tell, there were smiles all around as we raked, jumped, laughed, threw leaves, and otherwise entertained ourselves.

It was leafy fun!

It was a good day.

Just in Time

2011-10-31T17:19:00.001-07:00

Last night, the kids and I realized we hadn't yet carved pumpkins and Halloween was mere hours away! So we rolled up our sleeves, gathered our carving tools, and literally dug right into them. This year, Hudson was really able to help, even though he deemed the process "DISGUSTING!"

Both he and Ava enjoyed playing in the pumpkin guts. And our porch was spookily perfect, just in time for a Happy Halloween!

Happy Halloween!

2011-10-30T04:55:00.001-07:00

On Saturday, my parents hosted their annual Halloween party at their home, and as usual it was an absolute blast. Even though Erik was MIA (see previous post), I managed to get myself and both kids ready to rock. Once again, Ava suited up as Miss Ariel, the Little Mermaid, my adorable girl.

And Hudson? Well, first his official Mickey Mouse costume was lost in the mail, then went out of stock. So we created an adorable back-up Mickey costume, which he decided at the last minute was not going to work for him. At that moment, he was wearing the above shirt that said "Cool Dude," so he decided he wanted to dress in that outfit as a "Cool Dude." Seriously, ain't he the coolest?

Here's a family shot from the party. I threw together a home-made pirate costume. Dad was one of the Blue's Brothers. Mom was a domesticated housecat (ha!). And my brother was a Cowboys fan. Too bad I didn't get any shots of everyone else at the party. We had a lot of amazing costumes! Did I mention how much I love my family?

Happy Halloween, everyone!

A Lifetime Journey

2011-10-30T04:43:00.001-07:00

This weekend, Erik fulfilled one of his lifelong dreams—a pilgrimage to Notre Dame campus in South Bend—so I felt that accomplishment at least deserved its own post on my blog. He traveled with his dad and met some friends up there for a tour of the campus, a visit to the bookstore, a little tailgating, and of course a game. We missed him back home for our Halloween festivities, but if anyone knows Erik at all, they know this rated at the top of his wish list.

A few photos from the big trip:

Legendary Irish coach Ara Parseghian

Hour-long hail storm before the game

Notre Dame stadium, Knute Rockne entrance

The Grotto

Notre Dame Marching Band

Hudson-isms

2011-10-24T13:36:00.000-07:00

From the mouth of my second babe. What will he say next?

“Don’t worry!”
My sweet boy always notices when someone is upset, and he’s the first one with a gentle touch and soft words. Bless him and his positive attitude.

“You’re five years old, Sissy!”
I’m fairly certain he picked this one up from me, but it has become his go-to comment when he catches Ava doing something she’s not supposed to be doing. Since he often suffers from younger-child-syndrome, I usually let him get away with it. Especially when it comes with a tiny pointed finger in his sister’s direction. Too cute!

“I don’t kill this!”
This one’s an interesting combination that requires an explanation. Awhile ago, Ava had been frequently stating “I don’t care!” about this and that, and we wanted to put a stop to that particular response. So Hudson, being the observant two-year-old that he is, decided he should probably say it too. Except right around the same time I got mad about something and used the word “kill” (as in, "these bills are going to KILL!"), which he immediately recognized was not a good word. Thus, he combined my and Ava’s poor choice of words to create his own unique swear phrase. Yes, I should definitely break him of this one, but it’s too, too funny! He says it with such vim and vigor, and usually hits something on the word “kill” for effect, especially when he's feeling irritated or particularly saucy.

“Na-na-na-na-boobies!”
Does this creative take on a traditional taunt even require justification? Oh, boys!

Boo at the Zoo!

2011-10-22T10:34:00.001-07:00

Last year, we fell in love with Mesker Park's Boo at the Zoo, so this year we were more than ready for its opening night 2011! After a quick family photo shoot at Portrait Innovations (which didn't go as well as hoped...more about that later) and a fun family dinner at Steak 'n Shake, we were first in line at the zoo. Ava wore her favorite Little Mermaid costume, while Hudson made do with a Mickey shirt (you know, since his official Disney Mickey Mouse costume was lost in the mail...thanks, USPS!).

Early on, Hudson snagged a big chocolate sucker, and let me tell you that piece of candy saved our night! He was so thrilled to be eating "big boy candy" that he was an angel all evening and we had no problems with him. He either sat in his stroller and enjoyed the views, or beautifully participated in the provided activities. Score one for the Bub!

As for Ava, she was much braver this year, not as afraid of some of the wild costumes we observed. In fact, she even ventured alone through the haystack maze behind a terrifyingly familiar mask. Go, Ava B! Luckily, since we arrived early, we were able to fit in more of the cool interactives this year as well.

Like digging for spiders!

Visiting with the local wildlife!

Indeed, fun was had by all. Thanks again to Mesker Park Zoo for allowing us to experience Boo at the Zoo!

Autumn Wish

2011-10-15T10:15:00.001-07:00

"The woods are full of fairies;
the sea is full of fish;
the trees are full of golden leaves;
let's make an autumn wish."
~Anonymous

Today, our family took a moment to walk in the fresh fall air, to gather crinkled and colorful leaves, to pause beneath the great blue sky and honor our world. Today, we laughed together, raced along the springy grass, and let the wind ruffle our hair. It was a good day, even when we grew tired and headed home for a much-needed nap.

Today, my autumn wish came true. Happy fall, y'all!

This is how we roll.....

2011-10-14T16:37:00.000-07:00

on an

average

Friday

night.....

at the Smiths' house! Oh, how I love my little rough-housers! ;) Hope everyone has a rollicking weekend.

Cousins

2011-10-09T18:38:00.000-07:00

Welcome, Cyrus Matthew, to the family!
We love you already. :)

Tonight

2011-10-06T15:59:00.000-07:00

Tonight, I’m thankful for the way I’m raising my children. I may not make all the right decisions—I may make mistakes every day—but I’m doing it my way. With love. With guidance. With support.

Isn’t that what every mother needs herself? I think so.

Too often in this world, people point the finger, drop a negative word, or pass judgment. Why? Because it’s the easy way? Because it makes them feel better about their own choices? I wish I knew.

All I know is that a simple conversation with a friend made me realize how lucky I am. That I have a husband whose ideas align with mine, but who has an open mind. That I have strong female role models all around me who provide invaluable inspiration. That I’m willing to learn from others, always, but not to accept their negativity. In motherhood, there is no need for comparisons, only encouragement.

That is my wish for every mother. May she—no matter who she is—feel the warmth, the strength, the belief of a loving friend.

In spite of the six thousand manuals on child raising in the bookstores, child raising is still a dark continent and no one really knows anything. You just need a lot of love and luck - and, of course, courage. ~Bill Cosby, Fatherhood, 1986

Love from those around you.
Luck as you make your own path.
Courage to shed yourself of those who stand in your way.

Amen to that.

A Lovely Surprise

2011-10-01T18:13:00.000-07:00

Tonight, I was sitting at the computer trying to come up with something to blog. (It had been a week since my last post, so I felt like it was time.) Anyway, I had no distractions. The Bub was already asleep. In the living room, Erik was watching the Notre Dame game. Somewhere in the house Ava was playing quietly. Perfect!

Except, I couldn't think of one single thing to blog about. Nothing.

What had we done since last week? Anything interesting? Anything remotely appealing? I even checked my camera for those lovable random shots that can sometimes carry a post all by themselves. Nada.

Then, out of nowhere, came my little girl with a request: Come look what I did! Usually, this statement is followed by a mess of some sort, so I wasn't too keen on compliance. Plus, I had a blog post to write about nothing. So I thought about skipping.

Boy, am I glad I didn't. She led me into the bathroom (of all places!) and this is what I found:

She had meticulously organized our cabinet drawers!

Surprised and thrilled (as this is not her usual Saturday night routine), I squealed in pleasure, hugged my Ava B. tightly, and promptly grabbed my camera to capture this lovely surprise. She preened, clearly proud of herself, and explained that she'd even gotten Hudson's wipes and wiped down the mirror, counter, and drawers. I love that you can even see, in the picture below, that she refolded the hand towel just so. :)

Love my girl!

Thanks, Ava, for the lovely surprise and for providing me with an unexpected blog post! Sometimes the most meaningful moments can be found in the most unexpected places.

Geek Me

2011-09-25T14:01:00.000-07:00

As a child, the public library was one of my favorite places. Now, as an adult, well, nothing much has changed. I still love it! Every two weeks (like clockwork) my children and I visit to exchange our books, peruse the new releases, and play with the puzzles. There's something inherently magical about a library. In fact, I've written about our beloved library routine in the past.

Recently, though, I discovered that our public libraries are in trouble, their funding in crisis. Luckily, many people are working hard to change that, including the Bill and Melinda Gates Foundation. They created the Geek the Library Campaign, and I couldn't wait to become a part of this tremendous effort.

Let me explain (with the help of the above website)!

Geek (v):
1. To love, to enjoy, to celebrate, to have an intense passion for.
2. To express interest in.
3. To possess a large amount of knowledge in.
4. To promote

What do you geek? For me, the answer was simple: books! I love to read them. I possess an unimaginable amount of them. I passionately hope to write them for a living one day. Heck, I even love the way they smell!

Even though I have a Kindle and know that technology will forever change the way we experience books, I still know that nothing will ever replace the childlike excitement I feel when I open the first chapter of a new book, as I turn the pages and disappear into the story. I know this little 'ol blog of mine might not make much of a difference for our public libraries, but how could I not share my passion for books?

My name is Lori, and I geek books! :)

Herbstfest 2011

2011-09-24T07:14:00.000-07:00

It's that time of year again! Time for yummy fest food, high-flyin' bouncy houses, and a local park filled with family, friends, and fun. Plus a parade tomorrow! You guessed it.....the Huntingburg Herbstfest. :)

As usual, we were eager to join the fun and let the kiddos run wild. While Ava became "Queen of the Bouncy House," Hudson decided he wasn't ready for that quite yet. Instead, he took Papaw Rich by the hand and led him over to the Little League field. Together they played an exciting game of pretend baseball, followed by a rousing rendition of hide-and-go-seek.

Erik and I sampled a variety of the food, which I told the kids was my version of a bouncy house. Ha! Raider fries, breadsticks, tenderloin on bun, walking taco, and lemon shake-ups were some of our favorites. Then we finished off the evening by buying inflatable toys for the kids: Dora the Explorer for Hudson and a big cell phone for Ava.

If you're in the area and have some free time, stop in at the city park and check it all out for yourself. In the meantime, Ava and I are going to sneak back down while the boys take their afternoon naps. ;)

Friday Night Riverwalk

2011-09-17T04:58:00.000-07:00

Last night, after eating at The Gaslight to celebrate its 40th anniversary, we headed to the Jasper Riverwalk for a little playtime. It was perfect weather to play outside! Both kids had some extra energy to burn, and Mom and Dad simply enjoyed the break from routine.

Hudson became an expert slider, all by himself! (Sorry, no pics of that, cause I was hovering nearby just in case...lol)

Ava made a new friend, Mason, and chanted his name on our walk back to the van! (Boys have become more interesting than playground equipment. Yikes!)

What a fun night!

Ten Years Ago

2011-09-11T08:48:00.000-07:00

It began like any other normal day for me as a college junior at USI. I was eating a bowl of cereal, packing my bag for classes, and half-heartedly listening to Good Morning America in the background of my campus apartment. All three of my roommates were already gone for the day, and I was enjoying my morning of solitude.

Then I finally noticed the television.

At first, I wasn’t too concerned, selfish enough at twenty to gloss over the unfolding tragedy of a plane hitting a prominent New York building. I went about my business, but paused now and then to get an update. Then the second plane hit, and I still remember Charles Gibson’s shocked voice as the true meaning of the attack congealed in the hearts of America.

Not a simple tragedy, but something much, much worse.

In minutes, I was due on campus for my first class of the day. Being the kind of student I was at that time, it was unimaginable to miss a class. Yet I considered it, not wanting to tear myself away from the news report. Finally, though, I decided it would be better to have others to talk to during this time, rather than sit alone in my suddenly chilled apartment. So off I went.

Most of that September 11, 2001, was a blur. Masses of somber students moved in waves through the college buildings, congregating around the myriad television sets that appeared throughout the campus—in classrooms, at common areas, even in the cafeteria. A common thread of fear, disbelief, and anger united us that day.

As I remember it, no professors actually held class. A few cancelled, but most simply provided an opportunity to share this unprecedented horror with one another. Students mechanically attended our classes and spent the allotted time asking questions that could not be answered. When the first tower collapsed, an audible gasp shook the walls of the classroom in which I sat.

Eventually, I ended up back at my apartment, gathered with my roommates to watch as reporters wove unbelievable separate events into a tapestry of unspeakable tragedy. There could be no doubt now. Our country was under attack, and for my generation this was like the sinking of the Titanic—a previously impossible disaster—only one that cut at the very foundation of our nation’s safety.

My mind was an emotional whirlpool of questions. Would there be other attacks? Was Evansville large enough to merit one of them? Would we go to war? Could my boyfriend be drafted to fight? Did I know anyone living in New York City? Was this the beginning of the end?

It’s hard to believe it’s been ten years since that fateful day, and although much of that horror remained distant for me—terrible, grief-filled images on my television screen—I will never forget the way I felt. That my illusion of true safety was forever broken. That our country was truly one of strength and pride and unity. That I didn’t know my heart could break for complete strangers.

Today, as I remember, as I proudly fly my American flag, I hope that our country’s survivors have continued to pay proper tribute to the lives lost, torn apart, and forever altered. For me, that historical day revealed what it means to be proud to be an American, and why we have the freedom we do, and why we must continue to fight for it.

What we've been up to lately....

2011-09-06T15:52:00.001-07:00

Not a lot!

I haven't blogged much recently, mainly because life has just been steaming along. School started, routines settled around us, and evenings became consumed with playtime, dinnertime, bathtimes, and relaxation time. Guess I forgot to make room for blogging time, eh?

Ava B. has been gradually adjusting to kindergarten. The days are longer, the rules are much more strict than preschool, and going from a class of 12 to nearly 30 has been a new experience for her. In all, though, she's enjoying her time at school and making new friends. I love coming home each day because I can't wait to hear the newest story from her own sweet perspective.

Hudson has been enjoying his one-on-one time with Mamaw Karen, and I know they play hard during the day because he's more than ready for bed each evening. (Yes, I realize I'm posting a photo of my 2-year-old with a "ty-ty" in his mouth. Shame on me! Honestly, he only uses it at night, and this was taken right before bedtime. Eventually we'll wean him off, but in the meantime I'm simply grateful for a reliable sleeper.)

As summer transitions to fall, I hope everyone is enjoying the various colors in their life!

Dinner Conversation with a Toddler

2011-09-06T15:16:00.000-07:00

Tonight, during dinner, I had the pleasure of hosting both my children for a tantalizing meal of spaghetti with zucchini, mixed berries, and garlic breadsticks. But it wasn't the food that made this meal memorable; it was the delicious conversation!

Now usually Hudson is my quiet child, while Ava is more of a talker like her dad. But not always. And certainly not tonight! A few events conspired to have Hudson unusually chatty at supper. (1) No nap today. (2) Erik decided to mow and didn't make it back inside until we'd all already eaten. (3) Ava was tired and quiet, not the norm.

All this = Hudson's time to shine. At one point, I literally stopped eating, turned on the laptop, and started recording his musings verbatim. Ok, let me just shut up and let my little man's voice do the talking. I hope you find it as amusing as Ava and I did; we were laughing in between every bite!

I need more cheese!

Are you happy?

I have no shoes on!

Sorry, Sissy!

No!

I have sticky hands!

Boo-yah!

More cheese, please!

Oooohhhh!

Sissy no shoes on!

Sorry!

Momma no shoes on!

Mwah! (blowing kisses)

Need a wipe!

Sissy, get my wipe!

I have cornies??

Ring around the rosie... (singing)

I like garlic bread sticks!

Look at me!

I shake my milk!

Sorry, Momma!

Are you mad?

See, Momma? I shake milk!

More cheese!

Zucchini? No!

Ew! I got sketties on my milk!

I take my bib off!

Clean up, clean up, everybody clean up! (singing)

While that might seem like a lot of exclamation marks for a single dinner (yeah, we thought so too), it sure was darn funny! Love my little man!

My Favorite Things

2011-08-20T14:01:00.001-07:00

Summer Edition!

Well, summer has come and gone once again, but at least we still have the memories. And the products that captured our hearts while the heat shimmered and the days gloriously passed us by. Although we Smiths had an admittingly casual summer, we nonetheless found ample things to make us smile. Observe:

(1) If you know me at all, you know I love food. All types. All flavors. All but shrimp. Anyhow, I discovered Tastsefully Simple products this summer, and I was hooked. My cousin, mother, and myself all hosted parties and garnered delicious and easy products to help us cook. Again, if you know me, you know I need help in that department. ;) Problem solved.

(2) As previously mentioned, Ava recently started kindergarten, and I wanted her to have a nice back-to-school pair of shoes. Her choice? These Sketchers Twinkle Toes. Seriously, that's her personality captured neatly in colorful design.

(3) We'd always talked about it, but never could commit, until on a whim we grabbed these double DVD players at Wal-Mart one heat-induced night. Yes, it will make our next summer trip to Disney much more bearable, but in the meantime it's helping make even shorter trips more pleasant for the whole family. Double score!

(4) Hudson is handsome. In this hat, he's a heartbreaker. Period. (Pictures to come as soon as I can get Mr. Stubborn to cooperate.)

(5) Thanks to my brother, I became a hardcore True Blood fan. But before the HBO hit came the even-more-addictive novels by Charlaine Harris. Thanks to my cousin Hannah (who let me borrow the first few books), I feel even closer to my favorite characters, human or otherworldly, and am devouring my way through the written series.

(6) Lastly, I must give a shout-out to my new laptop. I will admit that it took me awhile to adjust to this monumental change, as I was quite attached to my old, trusty one. But my new buddy is faster, sharper, and just plain prettier. Yeah, I like!

Kindergarten!

2011-08-10T14:15:00.000-07:00

(1) First things first: I have a kindergartener!! I know! Today, Miss Ava braved the beginning of her school career, and she did so with determination, hope, and a beautiful smile. I couldn't have been prouder of my firstborn as I walked her into her new school. Because she didn't cry or tremble, neither did I. And although I know being a full-time student will undoubtedly wear her out, I also know she's going to love school. And that makes me smile.

(2) You may have noticed I've rejoined the online community. Yeah, I had Coke spilled on my laptop by a handsome little ne'er-do-weller. Yeah, the device lasted for awhile but ultimately crashed. What's a girl to do? *sigh* I HAD to get a new one....lol. Ultimately, though, it was money well spent.

(3) Much more to come! I have over a month of summer to catch up blogging. Oh, yeah, and school starts tomorrow for me and Erik. Yikes!

Stranded (from technology, anyway)

2011-08-03T11:18:00.000-07:00

Update: Well, I think my laptop has had it. :( I am currently writing from the public library. :( :(

Yes, that would explain my long absence from blogging. My lack of Facebook info. Why the summer novel I was writing has stalled at Chapter 19. It's a sad way to end the summer, but I wanted to let everyone know that we're nonetheless enjoying our last few carefree days before school starts.

Yes, there will be a new laptop in my future, but with school coming up and all that entails, I will probably wait a few weeks before getting one. That means I won't be online much in the near future, but I will return!

Take care & enjoy the rest of summer!

Learn to Swim

2011-07-21T16:16:00.000-07:00

Check and mark!
Way to go, Ava!

Backyardigans

2011-07-19T15:16:00.000-07:00

Can you guess what we've been doing lately?

Well, okay, mainly my dad and my husband, but we all in the Smith family are excited to see the results. I'll give a few hints. (1) This is our backyard. (2) "We" just finished the tearing-down stage. (3) A professional (aka my "Uncle" Scott) will soon be on the job.

Eventually, I'll share before and after shots, but I have a feeling this is going to be a long process. But a fun one! And, believe me, it's much overdue. And don't worry; I'll keep everyone posted as we make progress. ;)

P.S. A very special THANK YOU to my dad, who has put in many hours of hard labor, contributed vital ideas, and put up with my constant indecision over all those necessary choices. Love you, Dad!

Friday Favorites with Fun Facts

2011-07-15T12:09:00.000-07:00

Ava:
Favorite Color: blue
Favorite Food: candy
Favorite Show/Movie: Despicable Me
Favorite Toy: Barbies/American Girl dolls
Favorite Summer Activity: swimming
Favorite Song: Barbie songs

Hudson:
Favorite Color: orange
Favorite Food: popsicles
Favorite Show/Movie: Bubble Guppies
Favorite Toys: Anything with numbers
Favorite Summer Activity: sidewalk chalk
Favorite Song: Purple Rain by Prince

A Coke, a Keyboard, and a Kaboom

2011-07-09T18:04:00.000-07:00

I like writing. I like photography. I like blogging. Okay, Facebook and email and the Internet in general. So you can imagine I really, really, really like my laptop, as it houses all of the above. Much of my data is stored online, in case of an emergency, but there are many stories, photos, and other materials just hanging out in my laptop.

My laptop? Lives on my desk, which is admittingly one place in the house I let get pretty messy. Stacks of bills. A bowl of crayons. All my True Blood DVDs. A box of Wheat Thin Stix that I never put away. As you can imagine, I spend a lot of time there.

Which brings me to my story. Sometimes I worry that I spend too much time on my laptop. I started a new novel this summer, and I'm sixteen chapters into it. I frequently edit photographs I've taken. Generally, I go online once a day to check email, scan Facebook, read a few blogs. You get the idea.

But is it too much?

A few days ago, I got my answer. Not only do I like writing, photography, blogging, all of that stuff. But I also like Coke. I often drink it when I'm working on all the aforementioned items. Or I did until very, very recently.

It was a random normal day. Which means that at some point I was working on something on the laptop. And my kids were trying to get my attention. (Side note: my kids hate my laptop, as it removes me from their control! Ha!)

There was a nearly empty Coke at my elbow. Just a few swigs left. Hudson was tugging on me, desperate for attention. I was, I'm sorry to say, ignoring him as I quickly wrapped up whatever I was doing.

That's when it happened.

He picked up my Coke. He tipped it upside down. In slow motion, the remaining sips of cola rained down onto my keyboard. Looking back, it was like a sweet brown tidal wave slipping between my keys and fizzing up the invaluable insides of my laptop. I think my heart stopped for a moment. Just a moment. And my Coke was gone, my laptop soaked.

Hudson looked up at me sweetly. “Oops?”

Somehow, I stayed calm. I picked him up and carried him to the kitchen sink, where I grabbed a towel, even though there was very little to actually sop up. Most of it had disappeared into the mysterious innards of my precious technological device. Trying to breathe, I called for Erik and explained the situation.

Erik: Is it still working?

Lori: Yes, so far, but that can't be good!

Hudson: I pour Coke on Mama's laptop.

Ava: What's going on?

Fast forward to bath time about fifteen minutes later. Both kids are playing in the soapy water, Erik and I are singing silly songs with them, and I'm thinking I managed to avoid a disaster. Nothing has happened yet.

Then a siren goes off. Literally. It's high-pitched, electronic, and really quite scary. We all panic, until we realize those horrible noises are coming from my laptop. Everyone else is relieved, but I am in tears. That Coke! My laptop! Kaboom!

After that, things are murky. We got the kids out of the bath. Erik somehow got those noises to stop. I had to avert my eyes from the crazy kaleidescope of colors, images, and words flashing across my screen. All I could think about were the six chapters of my book I hadn't backed up yet. How many photos of the kids? What else had I lost?

Me: (tears)

Ava: I'm praying for your laptop, Mom.

Hudson: I pour Coke on Mama's laptop. Sorry, Mama.

Erik: I'll shut it down and see what I can do. Maybe it just needs to reset or something.

So that's what we did. It still didn't want to work, but Erik would not give up. We put the kids to bed, I cried some more, and somehow he worked out a few glitches. At least enough that most functions returned. Then we let it sit overnight and hoped for the best.

Verdict? All systems are running again, with only minor issues. The space bar sticks, which is frustrating, because it's so often used. But I'm not complaining! When you type the letter G, a / automatically appears with it. Not so bad, considering that's rare and easily deleted afterwards. It's a bit slower overall, but that's a minor price to pay considering that I thought I'd lost everything.

I still worry the laptop may be on borrowed time, but if there's a lesson to be learned here, then I'm willing to accept it. Perhaps I do spend a tad too much time on the 'ol laptop. I mean, my summer is pretty much all about my kids, and I know I deserve some time for myself, but nevertheless I will be finding other things to do beyond the laptop. This Coke incident terrified me, brought me to tears, and also made me think. Laptops are well and good, but not the most important thing at all.

So after saying a quick prayer of thanks—and backing up my most important files—I turned off the laptop. Thanked Ava for her own prayers and for the picture she'd made to cheer me up. I hugged Hudson and told him not to sweat it. And I thanked Erik for keeping me calm and working his magic.

Obviously, I have a pretty good laptop. I've seen the acid in Coke eat away rust on a nail. Yet this laptop bounced back almost overnight. Whew!

Without a doubt, I have an amazing family. They rallied around poor old Mom when she nearly had a nervous breakdown, even though they're not fans of the laptop.

From now on, I won't forget my priorities. Even for a moment. But I am still glad I'm able to blog about it from my laptop! ;)

Friday Favorites (A Day Late)

2011-07-09T10:39:00.001-07:00

Here are two more snapshots still in contention for those canvases above my couch. Both were taken last fall. I'm a bit late with them, but I have a very good excuse which I intend to blog about in my next post. Let's just say two of my favorite things clashed in a way that did not go well. Until I explain, enjoy these sweet faces. :)

Gettin' Our Sillies Out

2011-07-07T14:54:00.000-07:00

Right now, the kiddos are napping from a long day at Holiday World with me and Mamaw and Papaw, so I have a moment to rest. And what's on my mind is how wonderfully silly my children are! This summer, not only have they both matured and grown in so many ways, but their sweet senses of humor have truly blossomed. That, of course, makes life so much more interesting.

Happy Thursday! Hope everyone has a chance to get their sillies out! ;)

Grace

2011-07-06T12:41:00.000-07:00

Confession: I tend to see life in black and white, a fact I have always been aware of yet not particularly proud of in myself. Furthermore, that tendency comes paired with a strong sense of right and wrong, and a desire to see appropriate consequences for one's actions.

I guess I'm Type A. As in ALWAYS.

While I know I am not perfect, I would be the first one to acknowledge my own wrongdoings and accept appropriate punishment for them. As a child, I handled discipline understandingly (at least I think I did! Right, Mom?). As an adult, I've tried to follow laws, morals, and—whenever possible—my loved ones' wishes. If I fail? I'm willing to face the consequences.

Indeed, even if others were willing to forgive and forget, I would demand my own set of consequences.

Of course, everyone knows that life isn't really like that. Bad things can happen to good people who do nearly everything right. Others wreak havoc around them, wallow in terrible decisions, and yet they seem to manage just fine. Some people simply accept the adage that “Life isn't fair,” and while I know this sentiment to be true, I admit to struggling with understanding why it must be so.

Case in point: the Casey Anthony verdict. Yesterday, after hearing that she had been found not guilty on nearly all charges, I was livid. Why? I don't know this woman, nor did I follow her case particularly closely. Unfortunately, there are thousands of other cases just like hers that occur across our country, and I've never bothered myself about those. Plus, from an evidential perspective, there simply wasn't enough solid proof of her guilt.

Still, this one bothered me. While I might've caught some coverage in high definition color TV, I only saw black and white. Was she a murderer? That may never be known for certain. Was she guilty of poor judgment as a mother? There was no doubt. At the very least, I expected her to be charged with child neglect.

And yet. Why did I care so much?

As a mother, it sickened me. As an American citizen, it frustrated me. As an average person, though, why did I bother?

Then, I stumbled upon this blog post by Ashley Sisk, and suddenly my emotional response made sense. There are Judah's, as she explains, in all walks of life, and while it can be so easy to judge them, that is not our purpose nor our right. This, perhaps more than anything, is an aspect of life that I struggle with myself.

If I follow the laws and strive to do good, why can't everyone else?

Because they can't. Because not everyone has it as easy as me. Because then life would be black and white, and we would miss out on all those interesting colors in between.

*Sigh*

If anything, I am trying to embrace this experience as an opportunity for growth. Yes, I am frustrated, and I feel like a little girl lost out on justice, but that is beyond my control. Instead, I need to focus on things—people, experiences, moments—on which I can make a difference. If I can become a better person, then I can help others to do so as well. And then I won't feel quite so helpless when I'm faced with equally frustrating information on the news front (as I did years ago with a similar headlining case).

Ashley, thank you for reminding me that we all need to be “washed by grace,” no matter the circumstances.

Happy Independence Day!

2011-07-04T13:30:00.001-07:00

Today, we've been eating well, swimming fast, and enjoying our time with family. Of course, we haven't forgotten why we celebrate this holiday, and our hearts are with everyone who ever served our great country. Tonight, as we sit spellbound by fireworks, we'll remember and honor.

Happy Fourth, everyone!

P.S. My brother snapped this shot of me and Erik while we were goofing off in the grass. Thought it was cute, so I shared. (Thanks, Chris!) Next time, I may stage this one to get our faces from an overview shot. Anyway......;)

Friday Favorite 2

2011-07-01T09:34:00.000-07:00

Continuing to highlight my favorite family snapshots every Friday, I hope to narrow down my search for four canvases above my couch. This is, hands down, my favorite shot of Hudson. Ever. Of course, as you can see, it's over a year old. Do I use this one, although it's already out of date, or do I settle for a more recent one?

One of these days I'll be able to make a decision! Gah!

Until then, enjoy the sweet one-year-old adorableness that was Hudson last year, swinging in the backyard.

The Color Song

2011-06-28T14:37:00.000-07:00

It's no secret that the Bub loves colors. As soon as he could speak, he started learning their names and pointing them out. In fact, he still does that! But nothing—I mean, nothing—beats his recent foray into the world of colors.

One day, Hudson was really into yellow. He gathered up yellow items from the playroom. In the van, he pointed out the window as we passed various hues of yellow. Back home, Erik and I got into the spirit and started singing Mellow Yellow.

Bub was hooked! He called it the Yellow Song and sang it on repeat all day long. We even looked it up on YouTube and let him while away the day singing along.

Then he tired of yellow and broadened his horizons.

Hudson: Green song?
At first, I couldn't think of anything, but then Erik sang the Green Giant jingle, and Hudson laughed. But he wasn't finished yet.

Hudson: Purple song?
We exchanged glances and both launched into Prince's Purple Rain. Hudson clapped his little hands and giggled.

Hudson: Blue song?
Elvis Presley's Blue Suede Shoes

Hudson: Red song?
Red, Red Wine by UB40

Hudson: Orange song?
This one stumped us. Erik wanted to cheat and teach him Peaches by Presidents of the United States of America, but that didn't meet with the Bub's approval. So we just sang “Orange?” and shrugged our shoulders.

All day, we sang these songs and tried to teach Hudson the lyrics, but all he was interested in were the lines that actually contained the colors. Thus, by day's end he had created a conglomerate of verses that we now lovingly refer to as The Color Song. We can't really take credit for it, but this is Hudson's own remixed version. He has memorized it, loves it, and sings it daily now.

May I present: The Color Song.
They call me Mellow Yellow.....
Green giant! Yum!
Purple rain, purple rain....
Well, you can do anything, but lay off of my blue suede shoes!
Red, red wine.....
Orange?

Repeat as necessary.

Growing Up Fast

2011-06-27T11:25:00.001-07:00

Recently, Ava acquired a diary while we were shopping on Fourth Street with my mom. (Thanks, Mamaw!) Since then, she has been filling up its pages with letters, words, and drawings. Mainly art.

Because it came with a lock and key, she's been very secretive about the contents. However, today she finally caved and let me have a peek.

(cell phone & tractor)

(librarian stamping a book & a tomato)

Our ensuing conversation was priceless.

Me: This is an amazing diary, Ava! You've done an excellent job.

Ava: This is officially my new favorite toy!

Me: Good choice.

Ava: I love it so much, I'm going to take it to college with me! I can do that, right, Mom? Take it to college?

My dear, sweet girl, of course you can! But first, let's tackle kindergarten, all right? Love her and that imagination.

Friday Favorite

2011-06-24T10:15:00.001-07:00

This week, I've been going through our photo archives in an attempt to choose four of my favorite shots to make into canvases to go over our couch in the living room. Wow, I didn't know how difficult this process would be! Each Friday, I will be highlighting some of my favorites, and then if I can't make up my mind I will be looking to my blog readers (yes, all three of you! ha!) to help me choose. Sound good? ;)

First up: this photograph of Ava from last summer. I adore this one for many reasons. (1) It was totally random. We were playing at the park, and as we left we passed by League Stadium. Since I had my camera, I asked Ava to stop and pose. She did, but pouted about it and refused to look at me or smile. Still? I love the result. (2) Those colors! I promise I didn't plan this, but all those greens and blues look magical together. In fact, I didn't edit this one in any way; those colors are all natural. (3) If you know my daughter, this is classic Ava. End of story.

Back Outside!

2011-06-22T11:17:00.000-07:00

After nearly a week of feeling poorly, Ava and Hudson were ready for an outdoor adventure. While Daddy golfed (apparently he needed one, too!), we took a trip to Mamaw and Papaw's house for some old-fashioned outdoor fun. First on our itinerary? A new swingset!

I kept trying to get Hudson to push back his hat, so I could get a good shot of his gorgeous little face, but his response? "I like it low!" Hilarious! Now that he's speaking more clearly and using sentences, the language fun has truly begun.

Of course, Ava was happy to pose for me, as long as it took only .25 seconds and came attached with a bribe. Gotta love 5-year-olds. They're smart enough to play the game, and play it well. That explains why we had McDonald's Happy Meals for lunch, right?

To me, summertime always means a new litter of animals. Growing up, most of my memories involved kittens, puppies, even baby chicks. So I'm glad my parents continue to have baby animals fresh each year for my kids to enjoy. Of course, you'd think I could manage a shot of 'lil Angus' sweet face, instead of the other end, but to be fair I was aiming for my son, not Lady's!

As Ava jumped, we all enjoyed the brisk, warm air, the fluffy clouds soaring overhead, and the soft sounds of trees rustling around us. What a magnificent day!

Stuck Inside (Previously)

2011-06-22T11:05:00.000-07:00

What do you do when it's summertime and you're stuck inside? Play pretend-cooking and make some picture pizzas to help you feel better! Of course! ;)

Last week, both kids caught some sort of a virus and spent nearly all week inside with fevers, plus pukes for poor Ava. No fun! Thankfully, a healthy dose of love, popsicles, and Disney movies got us through. Plus, creative and calm activities like the one pictured above. Believe it or not, this kept them busy for almost two hours. Definitely worth a trashed kitchen for that!

Welcome, Summer!

2011-06-13T13:32:00.000-07:00

It's here! My favorite time of the year! I know I've been slacking on the 'ol blog lately, but summer has finally arrived and we Smiths are taking full advantage of it. Once again, I feel so blessed to have two teachers in the family, and endless possibilities with our kiddos. Making summertime memories was such an important part of my own childhood that I adore doing the same with Ava and Hudson.

So what have we been up to? Swimming. Holiday World trips. Summer ices. Long afternoon naps. Playing with the neighbor's kittens. Sidewalk chalk. Random Wal-Mart trips. Elaborate playroom games. Walks and bicycle riding. Visiting with friends. Going through the drive-thru on a whim. Bubbles in the backyard (see previous post). Yard-sale-browsing. Cooking experimental meals. Sleeping in late. Laughing for no apparent reason.

Yeah, it's the simple things that make me happiest. And summer is the best time to enjoy them.

Happy summer, everyone!

Bubbles, Bubbles Everywhere!

2011-06-02T17:15:00.000-07:00

Bubbles, bubbles on my nose
Bubbles, bubbles on my toes

Bubbles, bubbles in my hair
Bubbles, bubbles everywhere!

Bubbles, bubbles float on top
Bubbles, bubbles pop-pop-pop!

Bubbles, bubbles fly so high
Count 1-2-3 as they go by

Bubbles, bubbles are so much fun
Bubbles, bubbles for everyone!

-from Bubbles, Bubbles by Sesame Street

Why I Have Two

2011-06-02T17:14:00.001-07:00

Overheard in the playroom recently.....

Ava: I love you, Hudson.

Hudson: Love you, Sissy.

Melt. My. Heart.

Birthday Boy

2011-05-29T17:17:00.001-07:00

Dear Hudson,

Today you turned two years old, and as I watched your sweet, giddy excitement grow as you waited for your party guests to arrive, it struck me. Like a bolt of lightning. You are no longer my baby. You are growing up, beautifully. In fact, you are becoming such a strong, intelligent young man that my heart nearly bursts with pride in you. Oh, Hudson, will you ever know how much it means to me to witness your quick grin, that light of understanding in your big, brown eyes, your smoldering sense of humor?

You delight me. Every single day.

This year, on your birthday, you fully understood what it meant. That you are special. That you are to be celebrated. That you are a unique person, a valid part of our family. I'm quite certain you made personal contact with each person who came to spend time with you. Amidst your happy dances, your giggles, your clapping, you gave me a glimpse of the good man you will become.

Indeed, your personality was well-represented by your gifts. You have a solid love of numbers; you count daily and identify numbers everywhere we go. Movement is second nature to you. You like to run, jump, climb, throw, dance, and (thankfully) snuggle. Your inner sweetness has never abated, and although your kisses are rare, you still give the best ones. Direct eye contact, both hands on my face, a sweet smile as you lean into me. Your sister is still your role model; already you've learned so much from her, and like a sponge you simply wait to soak up more.

My little man, you are everything a little boy should be. And more. Yes, you have a dominant stubborn streak. You can be a perfectionist. When your emotions run high and words are not enough, you have a shriek that could peel paint. And yet? I can't help but love you even more for those quirks.

You love to read books, sing songs, and watch Bubble Guppies, Team Umizoomi, and The Wiggles. For a young child, you have a surprising interest in family photographs. Puzzles and coloring are favorite pasttimes. Every time you see an animal, you want to bring it home.

God truly blessed us when he sent us our Hudson Kayo.

Happy birthday, Bub!
All my love,

Mommy

Best.Kids.Ever.

2011-05-24T19:06:00.001-07:00

Come on! :) If I can't be shamelessly proud on my own blog, then where else? Ha! Seriously, though, I just can't get enough of these two. They surprise and delight me every single day. (Yes, they also try my patience and test me every step of the way, but that's just part of their charm.) Summer cannot get here quickly enough....

Who's the biggest boy I know?

2011-05-19T17:13:00.001-07:00

HUDSON KAYO!

Ok, it's just a silly game we like to play, but seriously? I blinked. And my baby has become a boy. Thanks, Jenny, for snapping this shot at Easter and making my heart sing. :)

Favorite Things

2011-05-18T15:01:00.001-07:00

Spring Edition!

As usual, the spring season has kept us hopping here in SmithLand. Ava has nearly finished her second year of preschool and can't wait for kindergarten. After practicing with his sister, Hudson can now confidently count to thirty and identify all the letters of the alphabet. Erik has fully embraced another season of golfing, and Lori has already begun hatching plans for the summer. And since we will soon transition into that particular season (our favorite!), I thought it high time I shared my favorite things from this spring.

1. I recently discovered The Vintage Pearl online and have been waiting for the opportune time to order something. Meet my Mother's Day gift! It hasn't actually arrived yet, but it looks just like this one (only with Ava and Hudson, of course!)

2. As most of you know, Hudson adores Yo Gabba Gabba, so when I saw these at Zappos, I called him over to the laptop and showed him several options. Giggling, clapping his hands, he instantly chose this pair. The only time I've seen him more excited is when they showed up in a cool brown box on the porch. I think he's now addicted to online shopping! Ha!

3. At a very young age, Ava heard some of my Madonna CDs and became an instant fan. We found this mod T-shirt at K-mart, and Ava absolutely loves it; hers is a bright, bold teal. She wore it to preschool and basked in the attention, although honestly very few of her classmates recognized this icon. Most wondered if it was Hannah Montana, but I'm glad I raised my girl to appreciate her musical talents, if nothing else.

4. My mother actually bought Rob Lowe's autobiography, Stories I Only Tell My Friends, and read it in a couple of days. Inspired by this miracle (love you, Mom!), I knew I had to borrow it immediately. My verdict? Not only is he gorgeous, talented, and just plain cool, but this guy can write! Unlike most celebrities, he did not hire a ghostwriter, but instead wrote the entire book out himself, most of it long-hand. Loved every.single.word.

5. Last summer, when I heard our local Summer Ice vendor was selling, I was appalled. No shaved ices all summer? But last month I saw a sign for a new supplier, Polar Paradise, and have already enjoyed several. My fave? Strawberry Daquari! Yes, I realize this is more of a summer snack, but if they're willing to open early, then I'm more than happy to share the excitement sooner than expected.

6. Despite myself, I had to include Tylenol's chewable tablets. Why? Recently, the Bub has battled a stubborn fever and an ear infection, all in the same week. Whereas before our second-born took his medicine as easily as our first, he suddenly decided he must spit out all unidentified liquids. We were at our wits' ends, until I turned to Facebook and someone suggested these. They're just like candy, and quite frankly, they're magic.

That's it! Some of the things that have made me smile lately. Enjoy!

Happy Mother's Day!

2011-05-08T18:42:00.001-07:00

For me, motherhood has always been a wonderful mix of magical fairy tale served with a healthy dose of reality. Indeed, I'd have it no other way!

Sidewalk Chalk

2011-05-08T12:02:00.001-07:00

What a great way to spend the day!

Daily Readers

2011-05-07T13:27:00.000-07:00

Usually, I am the only one in our household who eagerly devours the newspaper. And although I am comfortable with my undisputed reader title, it's always been my hope to pass on this time-honored tradition of reading the daily newspaper.

Looks like we're off to a good start!

No, neither one can actually read yet, but somehow they always manage to find something to interest them. Best of all? They do this together. It makes me smile. :)

Preschool Graduate

2011-05-01T11:42:00.000-07:00

On Wednesday, Ava's preschool had a combination spring program and graduation ceremony. Their theme was patriotic, and Ava's class represented the US Navy. Since my grandfather was in the Navy once upon a time, I thought it a fitting tribute. And also? My baby just graduated preschool!

First off, I must apologize for the poor photo quality. Basically, I sat toward the back, the lighting was low, and there was that one guy in a blue tank who blocked my view every single time I tried to snap a shot.

Oh, well. Just trust me that she was beautiful, and proud, and adorable! :)

Miss Nichole, her teacher for the past two years, will be greatly missed. I read somewhere that a child's experiences in the formative preschool years are most closely tied to their relationship with their teacher. If that's the case, then I owe Miss Nichole a huge thank you, as Ava has thoroughly enjoyed her time at preschool.

Just a few more weeks and then she can officially declare herself a kindergartener!!

Meet Kate

2011-05-01T10:16:00.001-07:00

This beautiful little lady, Miss Kate Nicole, was born to my cousin Elizabeth and her husband Toby on March 12. Today, we celebrated her baptism. How time flies! She seems so tiny to me, especially when I look at my own two kiddos and see how much they've grown since their own infanthoods. Is there anything sweeter than a tiny babe, full of possibilities?

Holding an infant always reminds me how powerful becoming a mother truly feels. Effortlessly, I am reminded of how my children transformed my life in the best ways possible. Indeed, the older I get, the more sentimental I seem to become. Not only do I celebrate Kate's arrival, as I watch my cousin and friend light up with her own motherhood, but I am also excited to announce that my sister-in-law will also become a mother later this year. I'm going to be an aunt!

So much happiness, so many new beginnings. In honor of these first-time mothers, and as a reminder to all of us that have already embraced motherhood, I wrote a simple poem to celebrate this miracle. (Honestly, I probably wouldn't have attempted this if my aunt hadn't asked me to write something for Elizabeth that captured the experience of one's firstborn child, so thanks, Sandy! You helped me tap into one of the most meaningful wells of emotion for women and brought back wonderful memories for me of birthing my own sweet Ava and Hudson.)

My Firstborn Child

A hope, a prayer, a miracle
From your very first breath

A glimpse of love eternal
Nestled warmly at my breast

A moment filled with magic,
With a lifetime to embrace

Words could never capture,
The vast power of your face

None will ever truly know
How my heart exploded

All my life from that point on
Its focus newly molded

This realization, my first time,
There will never be another

Loving you transformed me
From mere woman to a mother

P.S. As I posted this poem, I realized there are many women out there who yearn to become a mother and struggle with conceiving. I can't imagine what that feels like, but I do believe miracles can happen. Please, as Mother's Day approaches, say a prayer for anyone who's trying to create a family. May motherhood bless those who hope for it.

Why We Love CMOE

2011-04-30T13:25:00.000-07:00

(aka The Children's Museum of Evansville)

Where else can you.....

Dig for prehistoric dinosaur bones?

Create a masterpiece gear wall?

Paint a colorful butterfly on your face?

Build an impressive Lego town?

Compose a beautiful piano concerto?

....all on the same day?!? :)

Easter 2011

2011-04-25T17:29:00.000-07:00

Christ the Lord is risen today, Alleluia!
A fresh morning dewed with rain
Bright faces filled with sweet joy

Earth and heaven in chorus say, Alleluia!
Purple tulips blooming in a vase
Baskets overflowing with candy and cheer

Raise your joys and triumphs high, Alleluia!
Soft voices singing happy words
Scouring the house for brightly colored eggs

Sing, ye heavens, and earth reply, Alleluia!
A quiet, humble church and joyful songs
Sharing meals with special family

Indeed, He is risen! Happy Easter!

Yes, we had a sweet, traditional Easter with our families. No, I chose not to lug my camera along this year. Mainly due to the torrential rain the Midwest has been receiving, but also because it was simply nice to be myself. With family. At Easter.

Also, I saw this hymn idea on another blog somewhere (can't remember where), but I thought it was a nice alternative to photos. For me, words can often carry just as powerful an image as photographs. Hope you and yours had a magical Easter as well.

USI Day at the Zoo 2011

2011-04-16T15:12:00.000-07:00

Yeah, it was THAT fun!

(Despite cold temperatures, drizzling rain, and one unexpected goose attack!)

Sh*ts & Giggles

2011-04-16T14:37:00.000-07:00

We don't normally use foul language in our family (I promise!), but when we do, it seems to catch us off guard in the most amusing of ways....

Erik(dropping something): Oh, sh*t!

Hudson: Sh*t!

Ava: Did Hudson just say sh*t?

Hudson: Sh*t!

Lori: Great! We just taught him sh*t.

Hudson: Sh*t!

Ava: Sh*t!

Hudson: Sh*t!

Erik: Well, sh*t.

Lori: Sh*t!

Together: Sh*t!

And then we giggled. Like hyenas. Cause that's how we roll. Why? Cause we're the sh*t.

Creative Play

2011-04-06T17:55:00.000-07:00

So, my son has discovered stickers, and let me just say that it has been quite an accomplishment in his own sweet mind. He's excited about stickers! And he wants everyone to be excited about them too! In fact, he has been so proud of his sticker project (the paper-plate-covered creation above) that he has (1) hung it on the refrigerator, (2) shared it with anyone who happens to stop by the house, and (3) has a routine with our immediate family in which proper acknowledgment must be paid. Frequently.

It goes something like this:

Hudson: Look, Mama, look!

To which I ooh and aah and giggle and point. Of course, if I'm busy and that fails to work, then he turns on the charm. I'm beginning to realize this little man really knows how to turn on the charm. Not just a pretty face, people!

Hudson: Kiss, Mama, kiss! (adorable kisses) Look, Mama, look!

It works every time. What can I say? He's irresistible!

But stickers aren't the only creative play going on at our house right now. In the wake of Ava's birthday, and as the weather warms up, both of my children have been gearing up the imagination. I wish I could share all their interesting ideas, but here are a few I happened to capture in the last week or so.....

Not sure what this was all about, but she played there for much longer than I expected!

Trust me when I say Yo Gabba Gabba toys are difficult to come by, but we managed to find Brobee at K-Mart! Go figure! So now Hudson has his own "doll" to play with

Look closely. Both parents are freaking out because their girl child has climbed atop the tree. The only unrealistic part? The Hudson figure is calmly swinging, when he should probably be running and screaming off the parameter of the drawing.....Ha!

Apparently Hudson wasn't thrilled with posing beside his masterpiece, but this was another project he repeatedly shared with us

P.S. I love creativity!

Fifth Birthday

2011-03-27T10:28:00.000-07:00

March 25, 2011 Dear Ava,

Today you turned five years old, and when I smiled at you as you bounded out of bed giggling, I caught a glimpse of the woman you will become. And it was a staggering, beautiful, blessed moment. My girl, my firstborn, my love.

You are five. You are brilliant.

Yes, I suppose it is a parent's prerogative to feel this way, as I do every single day with you. Yet it grows more pronounced each year as you joyfully add another finger to your age count. As you proclaim your mounting independence and take yet another step into the future. It warms my heart to see you embrace your own sense of self.

You love Barbies, Disney movies, and playing outside. When you grow up, you want to be a superhero, an artist, or a teacher. Perhaps you'll be all three.

This past year, you have grown in so many ways. Not just your height, your vocabulary, or your learning skills. Nope, so much more than that. You have such adultlike insight, a glimpse into other people that amazes me. As the world revolves, you soak it all in and analyze it in a way that makes sense to you. Surprisingly? It makes more sense to me, too, so much better your way.

You're learning to read. You've had your first boyfriend at preschool. You want to make friends, seek new experiences, and travel to the ocean. Your relationship with your brother is one of your most important. To Hudson, you are a sister, a mentor, and a friend.

God has become a central concept for you, and this perhaps pleases me the most. You have such a personal relationship with Him, such a blessing. You always say our prayer for us before each meal and at bedtime. You remind our family to strive to be better, to do the right thing, to make God a daily fixture.

Bless you, my five years of grace. My love. My daughter.

All my love,

Mommy

Spring Break Trip

2011-03-24T13:40:00.000-07:00

Extra quality time. Impromptu overnight hotel stay. Steak & Shake. Indoor pool swimming. Barnes & Noble shopping spree. Chuck E. Cheese. Family fun.

To some, perhaps, a random smattering of activities. To us? SPRING BREAK, Smith family style!

Princess Adventure

2011-03-19T07:22:00.000-07:00

Guess what? I almost have a five-year-old. Yes, you read that correctly. A FIVE-YEAR-OLD!

To celebrate this milestone birthday, I wanted to do something extra special for Ava, so I ordered tickets to Disney on Ice: Princess Wishes. As evidenced by the sheer amount of photos below, we were all (me, Ava, and Mamaw Karen) thrilled with our princess adventure. Indeed, it entailed dinner at Olive Garden, an entire bag of cotton candy for someone (I won't reveal her specific identity), an unspecified amount of money spent on Disney paraphernalia, and more fun than we'd had in a long time. A wish come true.....

Dry Erase Project

2011-03-16T16:05:00.001-07:00

As many of you know, our house was "flipped" before we bought it by a rather talented couple who remodel houses for a living. Indeed, the transformations our house underwent before we bought it are amazing. Of course, that doesn't mean our house is perfect. Far from it! There are still many details we would like to improve upon, but neither me nor Erik is exactly handy around the house.

And yet....one thing that has always bothered me is our kitchen island. Yes, I love having an island, I love the cabinetry and hardware, and the space for a bar that we will one day utilize. So what am I complaining about? Actually, it's the sides of our island!

For some reason, the sides of our island have always been rather embarrassing to me. The original cheap "wood" panels from the 70's or 80's are still there, and they don't really match the rest of the kitchen. My first solution? Let Ava use them as art boards! For several years now, she's been hanging color pages, drawings, and other artistic endeavors on them with tape. Which was cute, but not necessarily the best solution.

Enter Dry Erase Paint.

Somehow, Ava and I were discussing this issue, how she thinks of the island sides as her art area and how I want something better to display in our kitchen. She has been in my classroom and enjoyed my giant erase board, and suggested she might like something similar. I knew there was chalkboard paint, so I did a bit of research and discovered there was actually something as dry erase board paint! Amazing!

Thus, last Saturday night, after Hudson went to bed, Ava and I tried our hand at sanding, taping, priming, and painting. The result? Success! Have a look at our new dry erase "boards" on the two sides of our kitchen island!

Before and After

Both kids LOVE-LOVE-LOVE these new toys, and they've already spent countless hours working on them. Now, I can cook supper, organize dishes, or even work on the computer while they stay occupied and engaged. Brilliant! Honestly, I cannot believe we didn't think of this before, but I am so happy with the results.

First Park Foray

2011-03-13T16:00:00.000-07:00

This weekend, it finally worked out (temperature and schedule-wise) for us to visit the park. As spring nears, the kids have been getting antsy to get outside and play. Easier said than done! Despite a brisk, chilly wind, we braved the elements and took the whole family out for a quick jaunt. Mainly, we just let Ava and Hudson run around and "get their sillies out." But we made some extra time for the slide, too, before we called it a day.

Spring, you can't get here quickly enough! ;)

Sweet Silhouettes

2011-03-12T11:32:00.000-08:00

This week, I got a wild hair for creating silhouette profiles of the kids. I've wanted to do this for awhile, and I finally just decided to try it. By some miracle, I actually found profile pics of them both on this blog. They weren't ideally posed, but I went forward with the project anyway and was fairly pleased with the results!

All I did was print the photos, staple them to black contruction paper, and then cut out the profiles. Amazingly, I managed to size both of them to fit within 5X7 frames. Add a white background and VOILA! Adorable silhouette profiles!

Erik is still laughing at me (he's not sure these actually look like our kiddos), but from a distance they look pretty good! At least I think so! Later, I might actually try and pose the kids for better shots, but in the meantime I'm searching for the perfect place to display these. :)

Monday Night Blessings

2011-03-07T17:03:00.000-08:00

She nearly knocked him over with this affectionate hug.

His mouth was still covered with spaghetti from supper.

I quickly snapped this moment in time.......

Because, to me, this is perfection.

I am so thankful for my Monday night blessings!

Wherein I talk about poop....

2011-03-07T16:59:00.000-08:00

One day last week, I decided to make brownies. Why? Because they're delicious. Because they're chocolaty and gooey and sumptuous. Because they were on sale and everyone knows I can't resist a sugary bargain. Plus, I had a helper. Two if you count the one that clung to my legs and tried to crawl up my body to get a peek at the batter that Ava and I joyfully stirred.

Since Hudson couldn't maturely manage the wait, I scooped him up, loved on him a bit, and then plopped him in his highchair for the remainder of our prep time. He happily watched us while playing with an assortment of kitchen utensils and Yo Gabba Gabba toys.

Did I mention he'd had blueberries for lunch? Lots and lots of blueberries? Oh, yeah, and he hadn't had a bowel movement yet either. See where this is going?

Ava and I whipped up the brownie batter, set the timer, and considered licking the bowl. Then Erik arrived on the scene and pretty much wiped out the bowl. My husband likes brownies, but he loves the raw batter from the bowl. Let's just say, all of us were covered with random bits of brownie batter. It happens.

Hudson was so content in his highchair that I just let him play on. After washing her hands, Ava disappeared into the playroom. Then Erik sat with the Bub while I cleaned the kitchen up a bit. At one point, I left the room. In my absence, Erik apparently decided highchair time was over, and removed Hudson from captivity.

This is where it gets interesting.

Minutes passed. I was in the bathroom, where I had washed my hands and changed my messy shirt. Out of nowhere, I heard a high-pitched shriek, followed closely by the desperate appearance of my daughter. Near tears, she held her hands out to me.

Ava: Look at my hands! What is this?

I looked. They were covered in brown gooey stuff.

Me: I thought you washed your hands! That's brownie batter.

Ava: I did! It's not!

Me: Just lick it off, Ava, it's batter.

Ava: No! Smell it!

Still clueless, I took a whiff (thankfully not a lick!) of this foreign substance and immediately realized my mistake. Now I shifted seamlessly into disaster mode.

Me: Where did you get this?

Ava: I was playing with Hudson! In the playroom!

Me: ERIK!!!

Turns out Hudson had done more than play in his highchair, and since Erik had been dealing with sinus issues, he had failed to notice—er, smell—the results. So he let Hudson happily traipse all through the house. Which would've been fine, if his diaper hadn't utterly failed him. We weren't really prepared, because this never happens. I don't think Hudson even had a blow-out when he was a baby. Plus, we didn't account for those blueberries.

We powwowed in the living room and discovered a sieve of “batter” pouring from Hudson's pant leg. Unfortunately, he had already done much damage to his clothing and our floors. Luckily, we work well under pressure.

Ava washed her hands. Again.

I carried an uncooperative Hudson into the bathroom and deposited him in the tub, where he took an impromptu bath.

Erik gathered cleaning supplies and went on a disinfecting safari.

Minutes later, the oven timer went off. Our brownies were ready! Of course, after taking them out to cool, studying their familiar color and texture, I just couldn't do it. None of us could. We stared at those otherwise perfect brownies and ruminated. Maybe next time. Tonight, we had a total and utter brownie fail.

It happens.

First Haircut

2011-03-02T15:02:00.000-08:00

He did it! And I've fallen in love all over again! From a haircut!

Before and After

I could tell you about the shocked crowd at Fantastic Sams that witnessed the screaming, the writhing, the kicking, and the parental humiliation that accompanied them. But why bother? I'd rather just enjoy the gorgeous results. Wouldn't you? ;)

Manly Updates

2011-02-23T17:50:00.000-08:00

Today, I want to talk about Hudson. My little man. Ain't he adorable? Ain't he getting so big? And manly?

(And yes, I realize his hair is getting long. And yes, please realize we have tried to cut it. And yes, it went about as well as I imagine it would go hog-tying a hot, hungry alligator with fishingwire and trying to individually pull its teeth. Although perhaps not quite that well. I don't think my hairdresser will ever be the same. Sorry, Ann!)

At nearly 21 months, he has become such a personality himself!! Every day is a new adventure, and he's always up for fun. Now that Erik has been gone most nights for basketball, I've really had a chance to grow and learn with my guy. And you know what? He's a powerhouse, too! I'm so excited to share some of his personality with everyone!
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He knows all his colors and frequently points them out. If you fail to show proper interest, he then plays what we lovingly call the Color Game.

Hudson: (lifting his arms in a question) Where's blue?

Hudson: (pointing to something blue) There it is!

Hudson: (lifting his arms in a question) Where's red?

Hudson: (pointing to something red) There it is!

It works best when you mimic his actions and words. He could play this all day long. Trust me, we have. It never gets old. We never run out of colorful things to point out.
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Numbers are another popular favorite. He can count to twenty and loves counting anything in multiples. At restaurants, he counts people. At home, he counts steps, toothpaste tubes, pieces of PlayDoh on the floor. I even found some number stickers that Ava had been hoarding, and we invented the Number Game.

I pulled out a sticker and held it out.

Me: What number is this, Hudson?

Hudson: Eight!

If he got it right, he earned the sticker and got to stick it somewhere! Amazing! And bless his heart, he never missed a number. Granted, we only had 1-10, but I just love this stage of learning. It's so rewarding to watch your child gain understanding, then pride, then glow from recognition.
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Lastly, dancing has become a new groove for the Bub. He has memorized songs from Dora, Yo Gabba Gabba, Fresh Beat Band, your basic Nick Jr. shows. He sings, hums, dances, entertains. I like to think this means NOT that he's been watching too much TV, but that he's simply been soaking up the small amount that he does get to see. Or something like that. ;)

But to see this guy shake it? Priceless! And who knows? With hair like that, he could be the next Justin Beiber.

SuperGirl

2011-02-23T17:41:00.000-08:00

Yesterday, Ava saved her brother's life. For the second time.

He somehow managed to get ahold of his Thomas Train toothpaste. He somehow managed to remove the cap. Somehow, I managed to miss this most important and sneakiest of moves. But not Ava. This girl does not miss a trick.

By the time she had shouted for me, the crisis had passed. In shock from hearing his sister scream in his face, Hudson had removed the cap from his mouth and dropped it on the floor. But still....did you catch that? It had been in.his.mouth.

Parental fail.

So of course I lauded Ava as a lifesaver, a job she has taken to heart. After voraciously hugging her little bro, she disappeared into the playroom and emerged in full superhero regalia. Headband! Cape! Charismatic grin! Seriously, she even flew around the house with both arms out, searching for lives that needed to be saved. Many times, she reminded me that she'd found her calling months ago when she single-handedly pulled a small black screw from Hudson's mouth.

You know, I think she's onto something here. Yowzers, I love my SuperGirl! Especially when she celebrated with Dora and a Capri Sun. :)

Kite Poem

2011-02-17T14:10:00.000-08:00

by Joyce Carol Oates

Some-

thing there

is in the American

soul that soars with

kites that soar! Some-

thing alive with the roar

of the wind lifting the kite

that soars above rooftops, tree-

tops, and awestruck heads! And yet—

Something there is not in the

American soul to adore the

kite that fails to soar.

I've seen it, I've

feared it, and

so have you.

The kite whose tail

is tattered in the

TV antenna.

The kite that rises

thrillingly

at dawn

then crashes

vertically

at your feet.

in a

heap.

(All I know is that our souls certainly soar with kites! No matter the end result, the experience is always worth it to us!)

Rx Phone Tag

2011-02-14T17:05:00.000-08:00

Hello, Lori, this is _____ from Dr. _____'s office. Please call us when it's convenient.

Last week (Wednesday to be exact) I had a check-up at my new doctor's office. Surprisingly, the last few years I haven't actually had a family practitioner. I've birthed two children, regularly visited my OBGYN, and had yearly check-ups with my gastroenterologist, but never really had a "regular" doctor. I suppose I'm lucky I never needed one! However, after turning thirty, I decided it was time to have someone on call beyond my specialists.

This is Lori Smith, returning your phone call. Please call me back at blah-blah-blah. You get the idea.

At my appointment, I was pleased with my experiences with both the nurse and the doctor. Professional, friendly, with some personal connections tossed in as well. Lucky me! In fact, the only downside was when they drew blood for a work-up. Not my favorite! They sent me off with a smile and a promise to call with my results the following day. As I left the building, I felt proud of myself for following my New Year's Resolution and trying to take better care of myself. Go me!

Lori, this is _____ from Dr. _____'s office. Please call us when it's convenient.

As a teacher, I can be difficult to get ahold of during the day. I mean, my working hours are jam-packed with classes, hall duties, and a scant thirty-minute lunch break. Yes, I do carry a cell phone, but I am prohibited from having it out at school except for my prep, a daily forty-five minute block of time. Believe me, I understand this presents a challenge.

Hello, this is Lori Smith, returning your call again regarding my bloodwork. If possible, please leave a detailed message about my results. Otherwise, I can be reached on my cell during the following hours: yada yada yada.

After I missed the first phone call from the doctor's office last Thursday, I was a hot mess. Was something wrong? Am I anemic again? Did they find something wrong with my thyroid? On and on and on. If you know me, you probably know that I inherited the worry-wart-gene from my mother, and when it rears its head things can get ugly.

Lori, this is _____ from Dr. _____'s office. Please call us when it's convenient.

By Friday, I was calling multiple times a day. In the morning before school. Sneaking a cell call in my back room during passing periods. Repeatedly calling during my prep, hoping for a connection or a call-back. Sadly, all I got was voice mail. And more voice mail. And more voice mail.

This is Lori Smith, calling again and leaving another voice mail. If the desperation in my voice is any indication, I am GOING NUTS HERE!

Okay, maybe not, but I left message after message, trying to be helpful and list my available times. I dutifully carried my cell phone around, waiting and hoping and praying. Please ring. Wouldn't it be nice if it would ring right now? OMG RING!!!

Hello, Lori, this is _____ from Dr. _____'s office. Please call us when it's convenient.

I missed that call every.single.time.

This is Lori Smith. Again. At the same cell number as before. Still available at the same times as previously mentioned. Before school. Lunch time. Prep time. After school. Going crazy here. Please help.

It's almost been a week since my blood was drawn, and I'm no closer to my results than I was before. It's eerie how they return my calls at the most inopportune times. During class. When I'm in the bathroom. Elbow-deep in Hudson's poop diaper. However, I've become really, really close to my worry-wart-gene. And I swear I could pick this particular nurse's voice from a bank of thousands.

Lori, this is _____ from Dr. _____'s office. Please call us when it's convenient.

And tonight, while shopping at Buehler's with my daughter, I saw my doctor in.the.flesh. at the other end of the store. It took every ounce of strength in my body to hurtle myself in front of my own desperation and stop myself from sprinting across the store, screaming his name, and throwing myself at his mercy and at his feet. At this point, I didn't care about those darn HIPAA laws. SOMEONE TELL ME ABOUT MY BLOODWORK, DAMMIT!

Hi. It's me. Again. Remember me? I'm the one in the pup tent. Yeah, the one outside your office. I'm sorry, but that worry-wart-gene was really getting to me, and since I couldn't teach my classes cause I was always sneaking away with my cell phone, I just took the day off. And now I'm here. Again. Waiting. Again. Please call when it's convenient.

Happy Valentine's Day

2011-02-11T15:33:00.000-08:00

I know I'm early, but Happy Valentine's Day, everyone! Our family is still gradually recovering from a bout with....something. Cold? Flu? Not sure, but it's sure taking its sweet 'ol time leaving us. Hopefully this weekend will bring improved health, especially for Hudson, who seemed to be hit the hardest. We've had lots of healing snuggles already, so I suppose we've gotten our Valentine lovin' in a bit early this year. Hugs & Kisses!

Bath Buddies

2011-01-31T17:08:00.000-08:00

It isn't too often that the kiddos take baths together, so when they do, it's quite a treat! I hadn't seen them laugh like this in a long time, and I couldn't help sharing their matching grins. I know, I know, I would probably cringe to see a snapshot like this of me and my brother back in the day, but still.....TOO CUTE!

(I'll take this photo down before they reach middle school, I promise!)

A Pronoun Crisis

2011-01-31T16:57:00.000-08:00

Yesterday, I was glancing through an old photo album, when I casually noticed a photograph of a young woman with dark hair and eyes. I think she was laughing. As I prepared to turn the page, a frivolous thought flitted across my mind.

Oh, she's pretty!

And then a realization slammed into my brain. It wasn't she; it was ME! Had I actually just referred to myself in the third person? For even a hair's breadth of a second, did I not realize I was staring at myself? On a scale of one to ten, how sad was that?

Embarrassed, a bit prorogued, I turned back the page. Took a second look at that young woman. And realized that—although it was most definitely ME—I was no longer that particular version of myself. SHE was in her early twenties, confident and arrogant in the way only that age can be. She had just met the man she would marry, but hadn't yet considered such a binding vow. At that moment, she had no children, no responsibilities, no worries. She barely weighed over a hundred pounds, had a flat stomach, and never worried about double chins or gray hairs. She wore her beauty, her intelligence, her carefree confidence on her sleeve. She dared anyone to question her or doubt her.

Yes, I had been that woman. I recognized her. I even recalled her envious qualities and familiar quirks fondly. But now? I wasn't her anymore. SHE had transformed into ME.

Smiling, I ran a finger over that glossy image of myself, willing away the ten years or so that stood between us, trying to reconnect. It took a moment, but memories simmered to the surface and popped like candy-coated bubbles.

She was a serious student, but didn't take herself too seriously.

She loved to laugh about everything.

She wallowed in late mornings, wrapping each unknown day around her like a warm blanket of anticipation.

She was somewhat self-centered and selfish, but not so much that it detracted from her overall friendliness. (At least I hope so!)

She liked having a plan, but could spontaneously drop everything on a whim.

Another memory bubble simmered, prepared to pop, but my thoughts were interrupted by sticky fingers and high-pitched shrieks. Laughing, I dropped the photo album to the floor and scooped up my giggling children. Just like that, I was ME again. And only then did I feel an unexpected emotion for that other young woman. (And no, surprisingly, it wasn't jealousy!) She was pretty great, but I almost felt.....sorry for her?

She had yet to learn what it meant to meld her life with another's, to sacrifice and struggle. She had yet to experience the miracle of a tiny human residing in her body, the primordial surge of strength required to push that being into life, the roller-coaster of love that was only just beginning. She had yet to learn what it meant to balance personal, professional, and familial responsibilities. She was poised upon the starting gates of adulthood, arming herself for the ride ahead, but hadn't actually entered the true thralls of life yet. She honestly had it quite good back then—few difficulties, stresses, or crises—but how could she truly appreciate life's many facets with so little actual experience?

As I scurried off to play with my children, the photo album nearly forgotten, I had one more fleeting thought cross my mind.

Yes, SHE was pretty, but ME? I am beautiful. That's what ten full years of meaningful life will do for you. And for that I am thankful. Such a transformation is surely worth the sacrifice of a pronoun!

Snow Daze

2011-01-23T17:58:00.000-08:00

"Announced by all the trumpets of the sky,

Arrives the snow, and, driving o'er the fields,

Seems nowhere to alight: the whited air

Hides hills and woods, the river, and the heaven,

And veils the farmhouse at the garden's end.

The sled and traveller stopped, the courier's feet

Delayed, all friends shut out, the housemates sit

Around the radiant fireplace, enclosed

In a tumultuous privacy of storm."

~Ralph Waldo Emerson

Yes, I believe Emerson perfectly summed up how we've spent so much of our time lately. I've practically lost count, but I think we've had almost 10 snow days so far this school year, about half of them in January alone. Everyone loves a good 'ol snow day, but I'm beginning to think I should also include Shakespeare's quote about too much of a good thing! Whew! And winter's not even over yet!

Needless to say, our family has managed to accomplish all those typical wintry activities so dear to our hearts: building a snowman, sledding, drinking rich hot chocolate with marshmallows, etc. And it has been nice spending this time together (albeit cooped up in the house for most of it). Our days somehow slowed down, simmered with languid magic, and for the most part left us with a deep, satisfying sensation. A part of me will be sad to leave this lovely quiet time behind as reality returns to life.

A few more memories to preserve:

Ava's tall snowman that she swears she built all by herself! I promise I put gloves on my child, but I'm not sure what happened to them at this point!

Hudson's "Yo Gabba Gabba" drawings that I made for him inside his cardboard playhouse. He LOVES them, especially naming them and pointing to the appropriate character. So easy to please at this age!

P.S. I had an adorable photo of Hudson modeling his snow boots overtop his footie-pajamas, but it seems to be missing now, so I'll upload it later. Sweet little man!

Sledding!

2011-01-13T12:00:00.000-08:00

We did it! Finally, after enduring four snow days throughout the past week, the Smith family made it out to play in the snow! And not just any snow. We traveled to Mamaw and Papaw's house to frolick in good 'ol country snow. Of course, we may have waited a bit too long, cause by the time we finished sledding down their backyard hill, we had shredded any remaining white stuff. But still? It was worth it! SO FUN!

Proof that we all had a blast? Yes, the following reel of photos. Brace yourself, since I simply couldn't help myself! Wonderful, snowy memories in the making....

Snow Days

2011-01-12T08:44:00.000-08:00

Ladies and gentlemen, our world is a snowy one, and—as our backyard squirrel friend discovered—quite a cold one as well! We've contemplated suiting up for a quick romp in the snow, but after watching Squirrel shiver on this branch for most of the morning, we decided it was much too cold outside. Maybe later....

In the meantime, we've been trying to find fun ways to pass the time inside. Thank goodness for all those Christmas toys, right?!? For Ava, the Play-Doh cake-maker (which I mentioned in an earlier post) has been a top choice. For me as well. We've made more cakes than we can count, but I did snap a few shots of our favorites. We even named them like they do on Amazing Wedding Cakes. Observe:

1. The Kiss a Frog Cake

2. The Seashell Sparkle Beach Cake

3. The Red Rose Hat Cake

4. The Wiggly Jiggly Worm Cake

As for Hudson, he's been simply gleeful to have his family around 24/7. Seriously! I think he's the only one of us who doesn't feel a little cooped up in the house. He played Play-Doh cakes with us, although he tried to eat his creations before I could photograph them. He rotated through both his and Ava's new toys. He watched some new videos. He snuggled, ran crazily through the house, and spoke more words than ever before. In short: he's been so much FUN!

Will we return to school tomorrow? Will we continue our merry-making for another day? Isn't this time of year grand? Ha!

A Toddler, A Baby, and A Bunch of Snow

2011-01-11T13:55:00.000-08:00

If you're wondering about the lack of recent posts lately, all I can say is that despite my best efforts to get back into a routine, Mother Nature keeps tossing snow in my way! Ha! In fact, I'm writing this on yet another snow day. On top of that, I think my school will use up its last official built-in snow day tomorrow (which is already cancelled due to weather!). So really, I have no excuse, but I do have something cute to make up for my absence.....

Last weekend, I stopped by my cousin Nick's house to photograph his daughter Chloe, who is a year old, and to see his newest addition, Baby Sophia! It was fun to spend some time with this family, and sweet 'lil Chloe was a trooper of a model. She smiled, tolerated the wardrobe changes, and put up with me sticking a camera in her face when all she wanted to do was hold it herself. Too cute!

I couldn't resist sharing a few of my favorite shots from our living room photo shoot. Adorable! Nick and April, thanks for letting me capture these images of your sweet toddler! Enjoy!

Of course, I couldn't resist a quick shot of Baby Sophia, who slept through my visit, but was nonetheless adorable as well!

New Year's Day Bowling

2011-01-01T13:32:00.000-08:00

Happy New Year!

I hope 2011 brings health, happiness, and positive energy to everyone this year. Although my family was unable to stay up late enough to officially ring in the new year, we have been fully enjoying our New Year's Day. Mostly, that means staying at home and playing with toys, but Ava and I did take the afternoon off to meet Mamaw Karen at our local bowling alley. It was Ava's first time bowling, and she was EXCITED!

OMG, does she not look like a big girl in this shot? I still cannot believe how fast my kiddos are growing up. And man-oh-man, can she rock those bowling shoes! Believe me when I tell you we girls had a blast bowling together. I don't know why we never took Ava before, but I have a feeling we'll be back soon. In the meantime, here were our scores from the two games we bowled. Bear in mind we had the bumpers up for both rounds. Please don't laugh too hard! We bowled in the spirit of fun, rather than competitiveness, and in that regard we hugely succeeded! ;)

Ava

1st Game: 72

2nd Game: 67

Lori

1st Game: 82

2nd Game: 140

Karen

1st Game: 110

2nd Game: 105

My Favorite Things

2010-12-31T07:44:00.000-08:00

Christmas Edition!

My family has been immensely enjoying our time at home: eating excellent food, sleeping in late, and mainly wallowing in our new stuff. In fact, we are all basically overwhelmed by the great gifts we all received this year. We are truly well-loved.

Thus, I decided to do a "favorite things" post of my gifts. I may do a children's version next, although the kids got so much stuff it would be difficult to narrow down our favorites! So, as for me, here are some of the gifts that made me go "squee" when I opened them up! (Or when I ordered them for myself online! Ha!)

1. Technically, this PlayDoh! cake maker set was Ava's present, but I've been enjoying it too! I adore watching Amazing Wedding Cakes on TV, and this gives me a chance to pretend I'm a cake goddess. Of course, were I ever to translate this practice to reality, I would likely create beautiful cakes that tasted horrible. But still fun!

2. Erik's parents got me a Kindle, and I love it! It's handy to keep around, easy to read, and just plain fun to use. My first purchase was the new Cleopatra biography, another favorite of mine.

3. I could never justify purchasing Uggs before, but with my thirtieth birthday and my penchant for swelled feet, I thought, "Why not?" Love them!

4. A fellow teacher at school got me hooked on Sara Gruen novels, and Water for Elephants is by far my favorite! I can't wait for the movie version, starring two of my favorite actors, in April.

5. My brother has been bitten by the True Blood craze, and now I'm hooked too! After watching cartoons all day, it's nice to delve into this world at night after the kiddos go to bed.

6. My Willow Tree collection continues to grow, and it's become one of my favorite! This one, which was sadly cut off in my mosaic, represents the three generations of women in my life. I always jokingly say that my family is more of a matriarch than anything, and this certainly supports that! Thanks, Mom ;)

I wish I could share all my gifts (and I'm so thankful for all of them), but here is a snapshot of what's been keeping me busy over Christmas break at least. I hope everyone received happiness in some form this holiday season, and can embrace the spirit of giving as we approach the new year.

Merry Christmas!

2010-12-27T10:41:00.000-08:00

Have yourself a merry little Christmas.

Let your heart be light,
From now on our troubles
Will be out of sight.

Have yourself a merry little Christmas,

Make the Yule-tide gay,
From now on our troubles
Will be miles away.

Here we are as in olden days,
Happy golden days of yore,
Faithful friends who are dear to us
Gather near to us once more.

Through the years
We all will be together
If the Fates allow,

Hang a shining star
On the highest bough,
And have yourself
A merry little Christmas now.

Thirty, Flirty, and Thriving

2010-12-23T18:48:00.000-08:00

This stocking brought me home from the hospital thirty years ago!

Dear Thirty,

Today, I officially welcome you into my life, and while some people may have mixed feelings about greeting such a guest, I've gotta say I'm ready for you. It's time. While I may not be rushing fervently into your arms, my few extra pounds rustling as I shed my lovely twenties behind, I do acknowledge you with a wink and a nod. You're still a stranger yet, a bit exotic to me, but you come bearing a deep and abiding hope that my prime has just begun.

And while I've never really been flirty in my entire life, at least I can boast the other two, right? Thirty and thriving—that should be my motto for the next decade of life. While I may not appreciate the few gray hairs I've found at my temple or the suggestion of a double chin that has me terrified, I do feel rather positive about this milestone birthday. Am I more out-of-shape than I've ever been? Sadly, yes. Have I left my youthful carelessness behind me? Terribly afraid so.

And yet. I have so, so much to show for it.

Welcome, Thirty. I applaud thee. You have brought me many blessings, much wisdom, and that hope I mentioned before. So in honor of this birthday, I've compiled a list of thirty random facts about myself. Mostly, this blog focuses more on my children, but if one can't be a bit self-directed on her birthday, what's the point? So if someone is a regular reader or a stranger just stopping by, hopefully they will all feel as if they've gotten to know me a bit better. Or perhaps just learned something new. Either way, here is a snapshot of Lori at Thirty.

1. I still want to be a novelist when I grow up. (Yes, I've actually written two books since high school, and yes, they're still collecting dust in a drawer somewhere.)

2. I've lived in my house for almost four years now and still have no curtains on most of my windows (other than boring white blinds). I can't explain why. Laziness? Cheapness? Fear of decisions?

3. When I clean (which isn't often!), I like to blare 80's music and literally rock the house.

4. I am—hands-down—the worst singer I know. Yet we sing a lot in our family. Not just songs, but even daily conversation back and forth. With pretend microphones. I would never do this in front of others, but my kids (and my husband) find it endearing. Go figure.

5. In the mid-80's I fell deeply in love with Indiana Jones, and it has never ceased. In fact, I even considered naming my son Indiana at one point, but pretty much everyone talked me out of it.

6. I'm a Coke addict (Coca-Cola, that is), although I gave it up for a combined 36 months of carrying and breastfeeding my children. That was about my limit.

7. I began college with plans to become a veterinarian, and now find it ironic that I don't even own a pet (although not by my choice!).

8. I have a colorful tattoo of a butterfly on my big toe. My one tiny rebellion to what people generally expect of me. I don't think I'll ever regret it.

9. My favorite scent in the whole world is my children's hair. It's going to embarrass them tremendously at some point, but I can't go a day without sniffing their tresses.

10. At one point between high school and college, I spoke Spanish almost fluently. Now, I barely remember a few words and phrases.

11. My favorite color has always been red.

12. I'm a total bibliophile. Love books! The feel, the smell, the journey. I'm getting a Kindle this year for Christmas, and I'm curious to see if it changes the experience of reading for me.

13. My dream house contains a floor-to-ceiling library, a wrap-around porch, and an over-sized fireplace.

14. Ever since childhood, I've had a yen for leopard print. As tacky as it sounds, I probably always will.

15. I'm not much of a videogamer, but I absolutely adored Donkey Kong on Super Nintendo. It's the only game I've ever played completely through and "beaten."

16. At the age of seventeen, I was diagnosed with ulcerative colitis. While it's pretty much controlled with medicine, not a day goes by that I don't think about my health.

17. My favorite place to pray is in the middle of a grassy field, lying on my back, looking up into the sky.

18. My extended family still holds actual candle-blowing birthday parties for everyone—kids and adults alike—and the older I've gotten the cooler I've found that tradition to be. (Although, to be honest, I've always enjoyed them.)

19. Erik immediately caught my interest the day we met because he quoted The Princess Bride to me, not knowing it was my favorite movie of all time. It's mainly why I started dating him (that, and he knew every word to the song “One Jump” from Disney's Aladdin movie).

20. Start to finish, I was in labor with Ava for nine hours and with Hudson for four hours. Both times I had an epidural/spinal, and both times I was laughing as I delivered them. I hope they never forget that.

21. I lived alone in an apartment for the entire year I was engaged, and although it was the scariest thing I've ever done, I am so glad I did. It allowed me to truly understand myself before I got married.

22. I still believe in Santa Claus. And magic.

23. Somewhere there exists an entire catalog of home movies created by me and my cousins, using our grandpa's video camera. We wrote scripts, directed each scene, and of course acted them out ourselves. Those are some of my best childhood memories.

24. For some reason, I hate to be the first person to enter a room. I'd rather sneak in behind someone else.

25. Growing up in the country molded me. I'll never truly feel at home unless I'm surrounded by fields, trees, and sky. I won't buy another house unless it's in the country.

26. I have to eat every few hours or I get insanely grumpy. Just ask my husband, who once drove cross-country with me for almost twelve hours and refused to stop for food. He never did that again. ;)

27. Ever since childhood, I've always had very colorful, vivid dreams that involve me solving crimes. When I wake up, I can recall every detail and sometimes write them down to use when I'm writing.

28. I still talk to my mom every single day.

29. I started this blog in 2008 as a way for me to write and share family anecdotes, and never realized how important it would become to preserving our memories.

30. As I look back over the past thirty years, I cannot believe how blessed I truly am. Truly, today is a celebration for me—of all that has been and all that I hope will be.

Merriment

2010-12-18T15:25:00.000-08:00

from our family to yours!

With Christmas just a week away (can you believe it?), I thought I'd share our Christmas card with everyone. Even if you didn't receive one from us via mail, we'd still love to wish you a merry one!

(Like this card design? Visit Shutterfly online for more beautiful layouts. And no, sadly, they did not pay or compensate me to say that! I just love their products.)

The First Gift of Christmas

2010-12-16T14:23:00.000-08:00

No, it's not a silver bell like in The Polar Express, but it is every bit as meaningful.

This year, Ava has been hand-making special gifts for various people and then wrapping them herself to put under the tree. She apparently created this gift just for me, but could barely stand the anticipation of waiting for me open it. I tried and tried to convince her to wait until Christmas, but finally she could take it no more. It kept showing up places, like beside my bed, at my feet while I graded papers, etc. So I laughingly agreed to open the first gift of the season.

It was a bookmark and a hand-crafted picture! I dare any other holiday gift to top that. Thank you, Ava, for your thoughtfulness, your creativity, and your love. That is the most precious gift I could ever receive.

It's Beginning to Look a Lot Like Christmas!

2010-12-16T13:57:00.001-08:00

Today, since I'm enjoying my second snow day from school (with another one coming up tomorrow!), I finally had time to share my Christmas decorations. Although I didn't go all out this year, I did manage to find room for all of our favorites. Now that Ava can remember a few Christmases back, it's so nice to share holiday memories and favorites with her! Hopefully Hudson will truly grasp the meaning of Christmas this year, as well, and we can gain a fellow merry-maker in the decorating department.

As usual, we placed our Christmas tree in the playroom, since that's where we tend to congregate and also because our living room is rather small and odd-shaped, making it hard to fit anything else in there. Again following tradition, Ava single-handedly decorated the bottom half of the tree, although Hudson did contribute a couple of ornaments himself. That was about all he felt like helping. Then I finished the top half of the tree, trying to mimic Ava's characteristic style: wildly trailing ribbons, heapings of ornaments, and random holiday stuffed animals tucked in here and there. While it's probably not the most stylish tree ever, I LOVE it!

We were also thrilled to bring our Christmas books out again to display. Most of these go back into storage after the holidays, so it's almost like reading brand new books. Plus, it's a great way to reinforce the reason for the season! Ava in particular tries to please Jesus (and Santa!) more than usual around this time of year. ;) In fact, this gorgeous Santa hangs on the wall to remind both kids that someone is always watching! Next year, I'm considering adding an Elf on the Shelf to our decorations.

Behind our couch, Ava and I usually spend hours arranging our Dickens Christmas Village. Last year, she spent so much time kneeling on the couch, playing with the little figurines, that it became one of her favorites. However (and it's a BIG however), it did not work out this year, since we have a rambunctious toddler who loves to scale couch cushions, explore items he's not supposed to touch, and basically destroy anything breakable. Yes, this was a hard pill to swallow, but I let her help me design a more kid-friendly display for the sofa table. Thus, we relocated the village atop my kitchen cabinets, interspersed with my nutcracker collection (sorry, no pic of that!), where it can watch over our Nativity scene this year.

Well, that's about it. Nothing too spectacular (and no exterior lights since that's beyond my abilities and Erik doesn't really enjoy all that additional work), but simply building traditions with my kids is enough for me!

P.S. Someone asked me earlier how I displayed my Christmas cards. While I don't have a photo of that either, we just hang garland on the two doorways of the living room and clip our cards to it. Since I only have a couple of cards so far, I didn't take a picture yet. But once they're full and give a better effect, I'll add that as well.

Let It Snow! Let It Snow! Let It Snow!

2010-12-12T14:16:00.000-08:00

This morning, we awoke to the enchanting white wonder of falling snow. And were blessed to spend all day together at home, watching it softly blanket the neighborhood. I can't count how many times the kids pressed their sweet little faces to a window to watch, but it melted my heart every.single.time. Yes, today was one of those wonderful homey jammie days spent wrapping presents, snacking while watching movies, and simply basking in the magical glow of snowfall.

Christmas Cookies

2010-12-12T14:03:00.000-08:00

Every year, even though I am not a very good baker, we try to incorporate Christmas cookies into our holiday traditions. In fact, I can still remember that first year we began this routine with a sweet, little, excited Ava B. Since that initiation, she eagerly looks forward to creating new cookies for Christmas. And although she also bakes cookies each year with my mother (who IS an excellent baker and pretty much bakes from scratch) at Mamaw's house, Ava still likes to try her hand with me here at home as well.

So I try to accommodate her as best I can!

This year, some of my students were having a cookie fundraiser at school, so I was able to purchase some creative Play"Dough" cookies! Somehow, I just knew they would be a hit! There are four bright colors of dough, which came in containers that looked just like actual PlayDoh, and can be shaped, molded, and mixed any which way little hands prefer. Perfect, right?

And so easy! I just removed the dough from the containers, set up Ava on a stepstool at the counter with a variety of cookie cutters, and let her have fun! Truly, this is the first year I can actually say Ava made the cookies 100% herself. All I did was pop them in the oven for her and set the timer. Of course, seeing the entire process, I wondered to myself just how good these cookies would turn out....but I was actually surprised. They were really yummy!

Despite the $20 price tag, I'd say these unique Christmas cookies were well worth it. Ava had endless fun, felt completely grown-up making them herself, and the entire family enjoyed the results. (Even though Hudson wasn't quite ready to create, he was certainly happy to partake!) Plus, we didn't have the mess of icing or sprinkles. We'll let Mamaw deal with those! Ha! ;)

Magical

2010-12-08T18:12:00.000-08:00

I've been meaning to blog about our Christmas decorations (which have been up since Thanksgiving weekend), but our days have been so busy that I haven't had time to properly photograph them. By the time Erik gets home, it's dark and I'm much too tired to bother, but I did snap our tree the other night. This isn't the best photo, but there's something about Christmas tree lights at night that makes a room feel magical.

Why I'll Wear a Turtleneck to my Son's Next Well-Baby Appointment

2010-12-08T18:02:00.000-08:00

Confession: I was—notice I use the past tense here—was one of THOSE moms. You know the type. Has a well-behaved child. Manages to accomplish most tasks with a cheerful tag-along toddler. Occasionally glances down the nose at a fellow parent with an out-of-control child. Mind you, I would never have judged another mother, or thought less of her for the way her child behaved, but I will admit to feeling just a BIT smug about how nicely my child always was in public.

Again, with the past tense.

Well, please let me extend a HUGE apology to anyone who might have encountered that previous version of me! I. AM. SORRY. I cannot say it enough. Because? Because? Because today I attempted to take my second-born child to a well-baby doctor's appointment. By myself. And he was not well-behaved. And he did not act nicely in public. And I have no doubt I received several down-the-nose glances from all those other parents in the waiting room with children who were behaving like my first-born always did.

It all started with the rocking chair.

Okay, actually, if I'm honest, it all started eighteen months ago when I birthed Hudson. Total tangent here, but I chose his name partially because a baby book told me it meant “charismatic adventurer” and my romantic heart beat wildly at the idea of a son who approached life with that kind of ruggedly poetic excitement.

So it was totally expected upon entering the crowded, but calm waiting room that he would wriggle out of my arms, discard his coat, and head for the single rocking chair in the corner of the room. Hey, as long as it kept him happy during our wait, I was fine with it! While the other children, mostly girls, cuddled with their parents or quietly read a book, my little adventurer rocked wildly in the child-sized seat and laughed loudly at his own freedom. He clanked the few toys provided for enjoyment and managed to have everyone's attention within moments of entering the vicinity.

And his shy mama? Silently crossing her fingers that this was the worst he would do.

Until my thoughts collided with the sound of his body lurching crazily from the rocking chair and his head thudding solidly against the wall.

Before my face turned red, before Hudson even had a chance to cry, the woman beside me gasped and shared horrified glances with the other witnesses—I mean parents. And so began my shame.

Calmly and carefully, I stood from my chair and retrieved my screaming toddler. Was it wrong of me to hope that at least this event would quiet him down? Contribute to some calm snuggling?

Except that I forgot about his comfort routine—probably dates back to his breastfeeding days—but when he's hurt, he snuggles against my neck and—for some reason—likes to tuck his hands into my shirt. For the record, he does this with Erik as well, so I think it has less to do with breasts than it does with the softness of skin beneath warm clothing. But, whatever the reason, as I tried to comfort my child in that busy waiting room, he desperately tried to put his little hands into my shirt.

He wailed. I patted. He threw his head back and bucked. I squeezed his little body for fear of dropping him. He flung his pacifier across the room, narrowly missing another witness—I mean fellow parent.

I tried books! I tried snacks! I tried whispering a song into his ear. I tried rocking. I tried my hardest not to burst into tears. Generally, I make it a point not to compare my children (they are, after all, unique individuals with their own personalities), but I couldn't help thinking that Ava never gave me these sorts of problems!

Finally, he pulled his slicky-butt move (arms thrust above his head, body stiffened straight) and slid to the ground. On the dirty floor of the waiting room, he flung his body around with complicated gyrations and performed quite a theatrical temper-tantrum.

Embarrassment won't kill you. I discovered that. Even when one of the witnesses—I mean parents—is your former high school biology teacher. Or the mother of an acquaintance who's your Facebook friend. Even then, it really only raises your body temperature about five degrees.

But still? It SUCKS.

I thought this moment—countless eyes turned toward my son's lowest behavior—would be the worst of it. I mean, they had to call our name any minute, right? Even though eyes would be crossed behind me and judgments would be passed, I could get over that. It would be over. I could pretend it never happened. Or go home and write a blog post about it. Right?

But then it got worse. They DIDN'T call my name. Hudson DIDN'T wrap up his temper tantrum. People DIDN'T stop staring. So I tried one more time to scoop up my wild adventurer and salvage my remaining dignity. About that time, Hudson opened his mouth, screamed in my face, grabbed hold of my already-stretched-out shirt, and yanked with every ounce of his frustration.

Moments later, in the bathroom outside the waiting room with tears streaming down my face, I realized several things.

1. I was pretty sure I had just flashed my former biology teacher. Plus about twenty other witnesses.

2. I could no longer hold the record of well-behaved children at well-baby appointments.

3. I couldn't stop the flow of tears long enough to return to the waiting room and wait my turn, or reschedule for another day.

So the next time I see a parent struggling with a wild child somewhere—a restaurant, a busy aisle in Wal-Mart, another waiting room—I am going to do something that I've never done before. I am going to smile warmly at them. I am going to radiate understanding and sympathy with my body language. And—if I'm brave enough—I'm going to say to them, “It's okay. I've been there before too.”

And the next time I take Hudson to a check-up—I've since rescheduled him via phone for next week—I am going to wear a turtleneck.

Ava's Christmas Program

2010-12-01T17:46:00.001-08:00

Tonight, Ava's preschool had its annual Christmas program. And as usual, it was adorable! Although she had some nerves (which she probably inherited from me), she told me adamantly beforehand that she was planning on smiling during all her performances. And she did! If I wasn't already mired in Christmas spirit, this certainly added a layer of sparkle to my holiday shine. Wow, I love this time of year! (More about our decorations coming up, I promise!) In the meantime, I hope everyone is enjoying Christmas music and movies, as we've been doing in our family. Before long, we'll be baking cookies and touring our neighborhood's holiday light displays. Can't wait!!

She sang beautifully!

She smiled wondrously!

And back home, she posed sweetly.

She's checking it twice....

2010-11-30T18:24:00.000-08:00

It's that time of year again! Time to sift through the Black Friday circulars, scissors in hand, and create our patented 3D Christmas lists! This can take hours, folks, and yet it never loses its appeal. I love-love-love this idea, and I can thank my daughter for its creation. Yet another reason why I repeatedly tell her, "You're good at what you do!"

Thanksgiving Recap (Sorta)

2010-11-30T18:19:00.001-08:00

Thanks. Giving. That's two words. That's what I've been focusing on over our extended Thanksgiving break. And I've come to the realization that I have so much to be thankful for in life, it literally terrifies me. My life is far from perfect, but I am so, so blessed that sometimes I wonder if I truly deserve it.

No, I'm not going to launch into a typical list about all the things for which I am thankful (although I could!), and I'll try not to cite all the details of our various Thanksgiving celebrations (although they were great!), so instead I'll simply say this: my week-long blog furlough was well worth it.

I hope I gave thanks fitting all that I didn't mention before. Cause it's a lot.

In the meantime, since I'm slow with photos lately, here's a professional shot from our visit with Santa and Mrs. Claus at the Huntingburg Christmas Stroll awhile back. I share this memory with humor, because you'll notice a certain lady standing in the background (not planned!) with her coat still on and a resigned smile on her face. That's me. That's the first time I've ever had to appear in a Santa photo. Why? Read on....

Santa: I'll take this strapping young lad! Come here, son!

Ava: That's my little brother Hudson. He's pretty wild sometimes.

Santa: Oh, my! He's quite the little wiggler!

Mrs. Claus: Oh, let me have him. I'm better with the little ones, I think.

Ava: See? He's wild!

Julia (the photographer): Um, Mom, why don't you jump in for this one?

And so it went. Hudson didn't scream or cry so much as he simply refused to sit, stand, or be still for the photo. So good 'ole Mom tucked him in tight and swallowed her pride. Click!

I'm thankful for a daughter with her father's personality and her mother's imagination.

I'm thankful for a son with his mother's personality and his father's stubbornness!

See? Thanks. Giving.

Just Because...

2010-11-22T16:43:00.000-08:00

...he's so DARN cute!

Toby

2010-11-22T16:32:00.001-08:00

This past week at preschool, Ava was the helper. If you'll recall, I believe I gave a run-down of this vastly important honor last year when she first got to experience all the glory. This year, as a seasoned pro, she was no less excited. Perhaps the best part of being Miss Nichole's helper was bringing home the classroom pet, Toby. Besides playing with him at home, Ava also got to take him on a family trip to Evansville. He ate at Texas Roadhouse, did some Christmas shopping, and even rode the carousel at the mall.

Lucky Toby!

Afterward, Ava and I had some fun designing a scrapbook page for her to take back to preschool and share her weekend with Toby. How fun! Even mommies can get into this project! And even though Hudson has a few years before preschool, he enjoyed the experience as well. It's amazing how much excitement a simple stuffed animal can bring to the hum-drums of darkening days and colder temperatures.

And also? I single-handedly took both kids (plus Toby!) on the carousel. I'm hiding in the pic below, but I considered this quite the feat. At Holiday World, Hudson hated the carousel, but this time he demanded to go along. Being somewhat brave at that moment, I gave him a chance. And.....He. LOVED. It!

P.S. Erik took the photo. Why? Because he gets carousel-sick. Which is why I was so proud that I was able to get both kids through our ride. And yes, my husband will probably not appreciate that I just shared his carousel-sickness. Sorry, E! ;)

A great weekend with Toby? Check!

Up next? Thanksgiving!

Buffalo Run

2010-11-17T15:59:00.000-08:00

Today, I accompanied Ava and her preschool class on a field trip to Buffalo Run (near Heritage Hills High School). And although it was rather cold, it was a great time. As you'll no doubt infer from the following barrage of pictures!

What can I say? Watching four-year-olds experience new people, places, and things is just too, too adorable! Especially when it comes paired with spending a special day with my girl!

Bedtime Portrait

2010-11-16T18:06:00.000-08:00

As Ava and I were getting ready for bed tonight, she suddenly decided that it was of vast importance that we take a photo together. In fact, she set up the entire shot (in front of our shower curtain, no less!) and even enlisted Daddy to take our pic for us. Have I mentioned lately how awesome my daughter is?!

You can tell from her expression that she's sleepy, but she stayed up just long enough to help me crop it and to inform me that she liked sepia ("topia") the best! Ha! So in honor of my sweet, adorable girl, I am wasting no time in posting her creation.

I still maintain she's going to have a creative career of some sort, even though she now says she wants to be a girl policeman. ;)

Love you, Ava Bear!