December Craziness

Stay tuned followers ( and by followers I mean ada and jan) I have so many things I want to blog about and no time to do it. Actually, what really happened is our computer blew up. I am serious, it blew up. Something about an electrical arch, and energy overload, but ya, I saw the inside and it was all fryed and burnt. So no blogging, no cute pictures of our super fun trip to disneyland, no cute Christmas anecdotes that bring a tear to even the most cynical eye. Maybe santa will deliver me a new computer. fat chance, I haven't been a good girl at all. Well, in case it is another month before I get to a computer again, merry Christmas, fa la la la la.

Give Thanks

I am so thankful for all my blessing. Here is a list of a few things I am thankful for the holiday season and always:

Steven : strong, sexy and sweet.
Ella: Beautiful, perfect, hilarious.
Mom and Dad: generous, loving, constant.
Sisters: sassy, supportive, just a phone call away.
Good Friends: laughter, good times, surely missed.
diet coke, garage sales, montana, sunsets, grandmas, prayer,
good books, loud music, dishwasher.

We have been overloaded by Halloween fun this year! Ella looked so cute as a fluffy pink poodle, and we loved how nice and warm this costume was for trick-or-treating, but we soon discovered it was a little too toasty for the inside parties. As Ella said "Mom, I feel like soup in here." So, mom did made a quick tutu (yes, made it, aren't you impressed!) and Ella became a fairy princess for her friend, Faith's, party. Then for her preschool Halloween party, we had another costume change, and Ella became the beautiful princess, Belle. Hey, its a girls perogative to change her mind a lot, okay. Steve was super cute and took her took get pumpkins and Ella had to name the littlest one (Kayla) so when you come to my house and see a rotting pumpkin still sitting on my doorstep in January, her name is Kayla and she is part of the family.
Also, while I'm rambling, check out the super cute little blue bench I picked up during some rummaging last Saturday. Love it!

Whats in a name?

I know that it is a little corny "The Clumsiest Butterfly". It makes Steve cringe. It is not meant to be completely literal, although, lets face it, I am not the most graceful person ever. I have always loved butterflies, before and after they were briefly in fashion in the late nineties. This is not a desperate attempt to hold on to the past. Its all the things they represent, in Israli Butterfly and spirit are the same word, in Japan they are synonimis with stillness and self reflection. To me they are symbolic of metamorphisis, of taking flight, unabashed and original beauty. I would like to find my wings, I would like to close my eyes and sleep and when I wake up I would be exactly the woman I am meant to be. Alas, any attempts to take flight on my part, are often met with face plants. So, for now, I am the clumsiest butterfly, but one of these days I am going to get the hang of things.

Vintage Jill

My favorite part of this picture is that Jan is laughing hysterically at me.

Mon Petite Cherri

kissing my twenties goodbye.

Good bye dear sweet beautiful, horrible, twenties. My first ten years of adulthood, filled with all the realizations and angst I some how skipped over in my teens. I will miss your rash decission making, mood swings, wrinkle free face, insecurity, and unrelenting optimism, but i am a woman now. Thank-you for making me a student, a missionary, a wife and a mother. Thank-you for teaching me how to look forward to tomorow, accept my defeats and let go of the past.

Hello thirties, my lovlies. Welcome smile lines and sags. Welcome self acceptance I have been waiting for you for a long time.

New Job

I sit here pondering the great mysteries of the universe, like why do my crying preschoolers know how to time their hysterical sobs perfectly so that just as I crouch down to comfort them buggars and snot spray into my face, and why does it take me 30 minutes to drive to work when I am already late but only 15 to get home, and how many drive through meals can I force my four year old to eat in a month before it officially becomes child abuse. And for the love of everything holy why is it taking 30 minutes to download 12 photos to be printed at costco. Well, at least its giving me time to blog, ie: complain. So, in case you are wondering I have started a new job, teaching preschool, at a beautiful montessor preschool called "The dancing Moose Montesorri." It is great and challenging like teaching always is. There are lots of moments to smile at, some that make me belly laugh, and the occasional urge to pull out my hair and run screaming from the room. It is amazing for ella, she loves her class and teachers and the structure and challenge is perfect for her. On the other hand, working 40 hours a week and trying to be a mom and wife is a little overwhelming, does anybody hear me out there? What is the secret, how do all you working moms do it? That is my last cosmic question of the day, how do you even begin to catch up on that ever growing mountain of laundry?

Why I love my husband, rest, and repeat.

As I write this blog steam is virtually pouring out of my ears, thank the man in my life. So, perhaps now would be a swell time to list all the reasons why I love my Hubby Steve, well, I can't list them all, maybe a few will do. He is a great dad, I mean really super duper great. ( and I don't throw my super dupers around lightly guys) He is hilarious, and he knows it and he takes advantage, cause when I am ticked off it takes if about four seconds to make me laugh. He is compassionate and willing to help others and he wants to do the right thing. He is cute. Well, it worked, I am feeling a little less mad, I will go and repeat these reasons over and over to myself until I am brimming with affection. Next blog I am airing all his dirty laundry.

The Sweetest Thing

Let me introduce you to Ella, the littlest love of my life. She is sweet and sassy and has some serious personality. You will probably be seeing a lot of her here, cause lets face it, she is pretty much my world. Being her mom is the sweetest thing!

What's Blog got to do, got to do with it baby?

Yes, yes, I am a self professed nerd. I am usually the last person to try something new, especially if that something has anything to do with technology. I didn't have an email account until 2002, it was just last year (gasp) that I bought my first cell phone, and to this day the thought of text messaging makes me sick to my stomach. Seriously, when I see you "texting" I want to rip your phone right out of your hands and fling it unceremoniously across the room. Usually about the time your grandma or your great aunt bessy is catching on to something, that's when I am getting on board. So here goes my attempt at being a blogger, as long as I can remember my username and password. I loose those things more than my car keys.