43 Things

By | Posted July 22, 2013

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It’s my birthday!  Yay me!  Even at the age of 43, I love my birthday.  No complaining from me about getting older, no “it’s not a big deal” coming out of my mouth.

It’s my day, ALL MINE.  And I want to be pampered and loved on and told just how special I am.

Everyone deserves one day all their own.  Clearly, I embrace mine.

As a lover of a good list, I thought I’d list things I want to complete this year.  Here goes:

  1. go to first Friday Mass the entire year
  2. go to confession monthly with the boys
  3. go on date night with Lance each month
  4. spend one on one time with each child
  5. walk Snax into his Kindergarten class on his first day of school
  6. don’t go into a deep depression once Snax leaves me
  7. take a girls weekend
  8. let it go about school expectations for BH and Snax, you know what it is, don’t be disappointed
  9. attend several Longhorn games this year
  10. send a card to each of my godchildren on their Baptism anniversary
  11. read three books a month
  12. complete a DIY spiritual retreat
  13. volunteer with the children
  14. take two long weekends with Lance, one to Chicago
  15. plan a big family vacation
  16. take the kids to the art museum and continue to teach them
  17. take a photography class or read a book on the subject, go manual
  18. take my kids to the dentist, yes, this has to be listed
  19. clean out every single drawer and closet in the house, pretend you are moving
  20. take my kids to the beach
  21. visit two more Civil War national parks
  22. teach my kids the faith
  23. Super Saints…I still have young kids, let’s get going again
  24. see friends more than once a year
  25. go out to new restaurants
  26. read an hour every night with the kids
  27. be room parent for one of the boys, maybe two
  28. clean out my email
  29. cook from my Pinterest boards three times a month
  30. watch every season of Breaking Bad
  31. give up Sweet n Low for good
  32. lose 5 pounds
  33. make it through spin for two hours, at least once this summer and next summer
  34. find a way to spend less money
  35. use ALL of my gift cards from Urban Retreat
  36. be more flexible
  37. take long walks with Sunshine daily
  38. teach my kids to love nature
  39. go to Adoration once a week
  40. start and finish Story of the World year 1 with the boys
  41. Smile more often
  42. Yell less often
  43. Love more, myself and everyone around me

Not bad, if I do say so myself.  I’m sure I’ll think of things I forgot especially considering I have lost this post more than once and couldn’t remember all the wonderful things I had planned for myself.

Happy Birthday to me.  Self, your life is good.  You have God, a husband who adores you and kids who love you and need you.  Your extended family is amazing, you have no drama in your life, you have friends new and old that are there no matter what.  Be grateful, self.  (Seriously, I don’t talk to myself like this!)

God, please bless me and continue to provide the grace I need to fulfill Your plan for me.  St. Mary Magdalene pray for me!

PS: facials…never, ever again.

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My Little Poser

By | Posted July 19, 2013

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I loved Sunshine’s outfit today and asked if she wanted to take some pictures.  She was hilarious taking pictures, asking if I wanted to take more and just posing nonstop.  I adore her personality.


 She couldn’t stop herself from being the cutest little girl in the world.







DSC_9447“All done, Momma”


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Daybook~ the heat of summer

By | Posted July 17, 2013

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For today:: July 17, 2013

Outside my window:: it rained.  Made for a great day to play games and read.  Not that the boys need much inspiration to read, but they enjoyed snuggling on the couch with books.


I am wearing:: denim shorts and a Snoopy t-shirt.

I am listening to:: my kids play Spot It!  They love this game and everyone can play.  It does get slightly competitive, but overall, there are no complaints from the kids.

I am thankful:: that birthday week is over.  We have this new gift giving plan in which the kids get: something they want, something they need, something to read and something to wear.  We’ve pretty much done this anyway, but now we aren’t trying to buy more gifts because we don’t think we have enough.  So gift  giving is better, but birthday week is still tiring.  And we don’t even do parties.  I can’t imagine what it would be like if we did.  Thankfully, my kids think doing something with one other family is a party.


I am grateful for:: a friend who is taking care of my kids so I can use one of my Urban Retreat gift cards.  Did I mention she has four kids of her own?  All around the same age as my kids.  Yes, I’m grateful for friends who go the extra mile.

I am praying for:: Ray, a cure for DMD and a special intention.  Prayers welcome.


In the kitchen:: too many sweets.  I type this after baking two kinds of cookies and bread today.  But the menus are still planned.  This week, I empty the freezer.  I literally have three things to buy at the grocery store.  Three things.  I will not buy one more thing.  And Costco, I have 4 things.  Not bad!!  Maybe less than 75 on groceries this week!!

Around the house:: cleaning out closets.  You can’t imagine how many gifts I have found.  For someone who is organized, I don’t seem to be these days.


I am reading:: a lot with the kids.  We have two new favorite picture books: Creepy Carrots and The Day the Crayons Quit.


To be fit and happy:: Have been lax about my food app.  And it shows.  With birthdays and special meals, I haven’t been eating well.  But I have been working out.  I am loving spin again and my goal is to spin two hours on my birthday.  Have been taking Pump with one of my favorite people ever, Nikki, and it’s great.  She is such a great instructor.  Now everyone else is judged according to how she teaches.  Not good for them.


Trying to plan:: some type of trip, even just Austin or Dallas.  I admit it, I don’t do well without an actual vacation.  The kids are fine, but I need it.  I like museums or hiking or… in general, just doing something.  I like exposing the kids to new things and am a firm believer that you can spend time together doing things rather than just hanging out at home where the television is always beckoning.  Am wondering if the Painted Churches sound interesting to them.

I am pondering:: the fact that the kids start school soon.  Way too soon.  It makes me want to puke.


I am sad:: that a dear friend is packing up and moving to Austin.  The Austin trips that didn’t happen for over a year now?  They happen this year.

One of my favorite things:: the smile on the faces of my birthday boys.  The joy on their face is catching.


Random, random:: I am a cancer, two of my kids are cancers, my brother is a cancer (sharing a birthday with one of my kids), two good friends are cancers ( incidentally I met these people through my blog!), my FIL is a cancer…cool, right?


A few plans for the week:: party with friends, library shows, hopefully meet up with a friend and massage and facial!!!

Loving the fact:: that I won a free family membership to the Museum of Fine Arts.  It’s not the Art Institute, (and yes, that comment kind of makes me a bitch) but that’s okay.  I can’t picture my kids in the Art Institute just yet.  Especially Snax who says “all we do at the museum is look”.

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By | Posted July 15, 2013

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I can’t believe you are NINE.  NINE!!!   Since the moment you were born I have wanted to stop time and just hold on.  Hold on to holding you for the very first time, hold on to those days when we took several naps together.  Hold on to each new phase~ because with every change that occurred, that new phase was my absolute favorite.  I couldn’t believe it got better than it already was.

I still feel that way.  I love who you are becoming.  And again, I want to stop time and just hold on to you.

Hold on to the sweet, smart, caring boy you are.  The boy who reads nonstop, who shoots hoops all afternoon and is super competitive.

The two things that best describe you are sports and books.  You stay up late watching games with dad.  You always have a team you are rooting for and dad always picks the other one.  It makes games fun for both of you, but boy do you get angry when “your” team loses.  You literally pout if you have to go to sleep before a game ends.  Last bowl season, you knew teams that were playing better than dad did.  And despite the Longhorns dismal year, I have no fear of you turning on them.  In fact, you know the players better than me.  You watch games with me and paced quite a bit with me last season.

I have to say that the best thing is catching you reading in bed.  And it’s almost a nightly thing.  You go through mini flashlights pretty fast because we can’t seem to figure out how to change the batteries and get them working again.  These flashlights have become my go to small gift for you.  Lately, you’re reading Harry Potter.  I didn’t let you read HP until now.  I was too worried that you weren’t ready for the books.  I stand by that decision.  It was hard waiting, but I so enjoy watching you read the books and then watch the movies…You’re on book 6, and I am dying for you to read and find out who dies!  What will you think?  Will you figure it out?

It’s not just Harry Potter, it’s Percy Jackson, it’s Goosebumps~ how you love Goosebumps.  Really, it’s all books that you love.  You still sit and listen when I read picture books, you still have your favorite seasonal books.  And your favorite saint books, and just plain old picture books.  You never tire of where a book takes you.

You are such a great brother.  I hate to say Sunshine has a favorite, but right now, these last couple of months, it’s you.  All you.  She dotes on you because you treat her so well.  She loves playing with you, she calls you by her special name for you, the only one in the family.  Sometimes you get a little frustrated, but it is clear to everyone just how much you love her.

Truly, you are a leader.  So at times, when I see someone take advantage, it bothers me.  I hope you always stay this way, I want leaders, not followers.  Someone who is smart and questions things.

You still love hearing about the church.  You have the new creed completely memorized.  You ask to go to confession.  And you pray.  We pray a healing prayer every single night, you are the one who recites this prayer.  And then you ask how the recipients of the prayer are doing.  You care, you really care and understand that we are a community that prays for other people.

Third grade was your hardest year at school and still, you excelled.  You are so good at math, it makes me so proud.  Your dad, the one who helps with math, is so amazed at all you can do.  And it’s cool, you can multiply double digits in your head.  No trouble at all.   Funny story about this year, you have to take some dumb standardized test.  The teachers at school totally stressed your class out, no clue since they constantly remind us you are doing 4th grade work.  So you took your math test and finished fast. Faster than anyone else, doing problems in less than a minute.  The teacher was a bit concerned, had a chat with me about asking you to slow down and so on.  You missed one problem.  One stinking problem, and she was so worried.  Okay, so was I.  Can you try a bit harder to take your time, even on something that might be easy?!

You love music and have a pretty good voice.  I’d like to say you have great taste in music, but sadly your taste has taken a downhill turn.  You tell me not to change the station most days as if you were in control of the radio.  You love chocolate chip oatmeal cookies and pumpkin bread.  You enjoy helping me make cookies and like cookie dough about as much as me.  Your cake for your birthday was pumpkin bread.  For your birthday, you had a very specific menu planned: eggs for breakfast, Double Dave’s for lunch, pizza rolls and cornbread pancakes for dinner.  It was quite the day for you.  You were spoiled, and we loved it.

Goose, I spent a lot of time looking at pictures of you recently.  You were the cutest boy, your face so innocent and full of wonder.  I love that little face of yours.  It does make me sad to think of how fast time flies.  I remember every single thing we’ve done, especially the reading.  Silly story to admit, now when I read to you, you pull my gray hairs.  I’ve enjoyed the field trips this year, the games, the books and the plays.  Enjoyed it all.  But mostly, I enjoy the time we spend together.  When I sent you to school, I knew what I would miss the most, and it’s our time.  I still miss that dearly because it can’t be made up.  Instead, I have to cherish the time we can spend together.  And I do.

Happy Birthday, my sweet and amazing boy.  The boy who still sleeps with Snoopy, the boy who can’t go to sleep without his trusted friend.  I love you so very much.  And while I want to stop time, I have to admit, I love watching you in each stage.  You are a wonderful boy.  May God continue to bless you.  Mary and all the Saints, pray for my boy.


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On Turning 5

By | Posted July 11, 2013

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Tonight I attempted to put a four year old to sleep.  It’s 10:44 pm, and you’re still wide awake.  I have left your room several times saying, “Good night 4 year old, next time I see you, you will be 5.”  That just doesn’t seem to be your plan tonight.  And that says a lot about who you are, a child with his own plan, a kid who marches to his own set of rules.

At this very moment in the last hour of being four, you are milking it for all it’s worth.  And why not, FOUR has been a wonderful year for you.

Just wonderful.

Kid, we knew it early on, but you are our funniest child.  And definitely our most clever child.  And the most inquisitive.  And definitely the silliest.  And the sneakiest.  And you have the biggest twinkle in your eye.

I never tire of seeing that twinkle.  Ever.  Sure, I get a bit worried about what might come out of your mouth next, what you might be up to, but that twinkle is such a part of who you are, I never want it to fade.  Sometimes, you get a wild look in your eyes, like when you are running or chasing your brother.  It’s hilarious especially when matched with your loud voice.  But at night, when we’re snuggling or during the day when it was just me and you, there it was: the twinkle, that look that always showed me the wheels were constantly turning.

I can’t imagine being inside your head.  Seriously.  You ask more questions than any child I have raised, and three came before you.  The topics vary, but a small sampling from tonight: why do we have bones, why can’t we just be pumped up, do you blow smoke (cigarettes), can I have some of my cake now, what is 20 plus 20, what is 40 plus 40, what is 80 plus 80, what is 160 plus 160, what is 320 plus 320, what is 640 plus 640, what is 1280 plus 1280, why do you know so much, do you think we will see Mason’s friend John because we haven’t seen him in a long time, what do you think God looks like, why is Mason crying…

That was a small sampling.  It lasted less than four minutes.  You question like that all. day. long.  literally. every. single. day.

And that’s fine.  You are curious, and you want answers.  I like that about you.  Sure, it gets tiring at times, but I wouldn’t trade your need to know answers to every little thing for all the money in the world.  I want you to always question things.  Even though I know at some point the questions you will ask will make me nervous or upset me or cause worry.  It’s okay, smart people question things.

And boy are you smart.  You could say that your father and I often wondered how this year might work out with you as my student.  More like we worried.  I had read enough books on homeschooling to focus on the “better late than early” line of thought.  First, it really does make so much sense, but second, I knew better than to force anything with you.  And so we went slow.  Patterns, me reading to you, coloring, learning numbers, cutting, true pre-school stuff.  You could sit still for over an hour of me reading to you.  And you wanted it.  It was like your mind was begging for food, and of course, books are food.

And then it happened…In January, you said you wanted to read.

Read!!!  And for the past six months there has not been a sound that has made me happier than listening to you read.  You still read out loud, and it is so good.  You rarely miss words, and you underatnd the story.  We went from Bob books and Starfall, to the few early readers I owned, and now you pick your own books at the library.  You loved Splat the Cat, Marley and Stuart Little books.  But now you read whatever you get your hands on; I got a meaty picture book about basketball and there you were sitting on the couch just reading by yourself.  And that’s how I know you’re just like the other boys, I find you reading even when you don’t have to be reading.  I just can’t get enough of the sound of your vioce.

You still want to hear me read to you.  You get pouty and mad when I don’t have time to read at night these days.  You don’t understand that I’m substituting daytime reading for night reading.  Your favorite books this year had to be: Thunder Birds and Looking at Lincoln.  I’m excited to share the new books I got for your birthday.  They are new ones, but I think you’re going to enjoy them.

Snax, you are such a good brother.  Sure, you tangle with the boys, and I’ve found you pushing your sister at times, but overall, you are such a great brother.  Watching you explain something to Sunshine is so sweet, you bend your body to her level and talk right in her face raising your voice a bit to sound nicer.  I wonder what she’ll do without you next year.  You are excited about school for one reason: recess with your brothers.  Me, I’m slightly worried about all the calls I’m going to get due to fighting between you guys on the playground.

I’m proud of a lot of things about you Snax, but probably most of all is your love for God.  With the amount of questions you ask, I know what’s coming in my future from you, but for now, your questions are all about love.  Well, and how to defeat the devil: with alligators or guns?  I catch you reading the children’s Bible daily.  And you love stories of the Saints.  You can answer tons of questions about God, Jesus and the Church in general.

You also love Mary, as in the Mother of Jesus, and often let me know that she is indeed a much better mother than I am.  You are right.  Even when your brothers tell me I’m the best mom, you don’t let the illusion stand.  “Mary was better, she never yelled.”  And her son was Jesus, so there’s that.  Amen.

Other than snuggling on the couch while Sunshine napped and reading to you, my favorite thing this year was Audubon and Storytime with Miss Natalie.  You loved Audubon and learning about nature.  You still play with the crafts you made there.  And Miss Natalie~ Bible Storytime was a huge hit.  You loved her and always had a shy smile on your face when saying hello and goodbye.  Every week you would ask on the drive out there, what are we talking about today?  What are we learning about?  Again, that mind always working and wanting to know.

Snax, you are such a sweet, stubborn, sneaky little boy.  I always want you to be your own person, the person who wears a Christmas sweater in the middle of July or costumes just because or a sports coat with shorts…always be yourself and don’t conform to what others want.

I just remembered my favorite thing about you this year: it’s when you come into my room in the mornings to snuggle.  First, you snuggle so well, that alone is near perfect to me.  But the best is when you walk into the room and I’m already out of bed.  You scream or grunt loudly, run from the room and slam your door.  I’d like to say I worry you will wake someone up, but I can’t.  I love that you want to snuggle with me so badly, that you get that upset and run from the room.  You don’t always show emotion, so I know I’m lucky that you always tell me how much you love me and that you are upset when you don’t have mommy time.

Kid, I love you so much, way, way more than you will ever know.  I thank God for you daily, I pray for you daily, I love watching who you are becoming, I love hearing the things that come out of your mouth.  I just love you for the perfect gift you are to me.

Happy Birthday, my sweet boy with the twinkle in your eye.  God Bless you always.  Mary, St. Sebastian and all the Saints, pray for my boy!

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The man who…

By | Posted June 29, 2013

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It’s been 11 years since I walked down the aisle and married the man of my dreams.  As I walked outside today, I first wondered how I ever decided to get married in June.  I don’t remember it being miserably hot, not like it is today.  Maybe you only remember the good.  Honestly, I don’t think there was an off moment the day I got married.  I take it back…There were those few minutes when Squirt started crying while Lance was moving the last of his things from his apartment.  In the rain.  Two hours before pictures.  There might have been that freak out moment when my hairdresser did my hair wrong and my bridesmaids left the room in search of Paul in hopes he could calm me down.  But really, that’s nothing.

The day I got married was perfect for one reason: Lance~ the man God created just for me.  And I believe that with all my heart.  Lance was the answer that I meet my St. Joseph, the answer to my parent’s prayers that I meet someone not only worthy of their daughter, but who could handle (ahem) her strong personality.  God came through just when I had about given up.  I should have known He had someone perfect for me.

These past years have flown by and so much good has always been present in our life. I’m grateful I can see the good.  I’m grateful for the man I married:

  • The man who loves me and lets me know every. single. day.
  • The man who pouts when he doesn’t spend enough time with me.
  • The man who loves his children and helps with math homework because I am pouting that I’m not homeschooling.
  • The man who lights up every time Sunshine walks into the room.
  • The man who generally thinks the way I think, but isn’t afraid to disagree with me.  (EVER).
  • The man who wants to take me everywhere.
  • The man who compliments me on everything from how I look to how I read with the kids.
  • The man who is hilarious and smarter than me.
  • The man who goes to mass with me and prays with me.
  • The man who took the time to get spiritual direction when making a decision.
  • The man who puts me first, always.

Eleven years isn’t that long, but in these short years, we’ve built a life that I love more than anything.  I can’t imagine anything being different.  Or better.  Except I know that each year, it does get better.  Better because I am spending my life with the man I love.  With basketball games, parties and a visit to check on a family member, it’s not your typical wedding anniversary.  But it’s okay.  Today is the culmination of our life~ filled to the brim with love and children.

Happy Anniversary, Lance!  I love you!


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A Quick Break

By | Posted June 24, 2013

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Sometimes a break is in order.


To see your favorite people.


In your favorite city.


Just hanging out, talking and laughing for hours on end.



And drinking.


And going to eat food that makes your tummy happy.


Just being together.  Being with people who make you happy.



Just adults.



Much needed time with the people you love.



Enjoying the arts


and our friends.


Before the goodbye.


The return is near perfect.


With hugs and smiles.


And always with him.  Always.


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Art Education

By | Posted June 21, 2013

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Locally Grown

By | Posted June 19, 2013

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For the record, locally grown, it’s not always as tasty as one thinks.  And it’s a lot more expensive than Costco’s organic berries.  But the kids enjoyed it, and recalled last year when they picked strawberries.  Memories are what I want, and that’s just what we’re creating.

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I’m Watching, I’m Watching

By | Posted June 19, 2013

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I make cookies fairly regularly.  They don’t last long in this house.  All the boys love to help make cookies, and of course, sample cookie dough.


Sunshine was over watching the boys make cookies and decided she wanted in on the action.


She loved every second.


She had no interest in taking turns with Goose.  When she saw me get the mixer, she pulled a white chair over to the counter just like the boys do.


She’s learned well, and I expect we’ll try several new recipes over the next few years.

 The entire time the mixer is running, she gets so excited and shouts, “mommy, I’m watching, I’m watching.”

I could watch this child nonstop every day.

And it appears she’s just like the rest of us…


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