...things I will some day miss.
1. Shoes on tables
2. Lego creations. He will sometimes wake up crying in the middle of the night if the creation he went to bed with that night somehow came dismantled.
3. Baby curls
4. Tripping hazards. Everywhere.
5. Books in the bathroom.
6. Books everywhere.
7. Going everywhere, doing everything, together.
1. On my bedside table (finished):
Reconstructing Amelia by Kimberly McCreight. Haunting. Made me so glad I suffered through those awful teenage years before twitter, facebook, or iPhones and scared me for what will be the norm when my kids are that age.
2. On the bookshelf (next up to read):
3. Waiting for me at the library:
...since posting these here is about the only scrapbooking-related deadline I'm facing these days, I'm going to try to do this every six months (or more).
Several of these pages you might have already seen on Studio Calico. And this isn't everything, but it's the highlight reel.
And if you are the person that googled, "pink prom dress" and has been reading my blog ever since but skips over all scrapbooking-related posts, skip ahead.
These are far from good scans. Things are crooked, backward, and just plain wrong. But that's real life. And they are done.
I have always incorporated "project-life-esque" pages into my scrapbooks. Everything is mixed together. The kid's report cards are in there, as is artwork. I'll share Clara's album next week. Or next month. It's nice being my own boss!
...You only turn five once, so Charlie's party is going to be a blowout this year (and we "won" a birthday party package at our School's auction complete with bouncy house and tent. And a pig that feeds 80). He's very serious about his wish list. Can you tell what his latest obsession is? Everything is awesome!
...here we are at Urgent Care this afternoon. Clara developed an unfortunate post-op viral infection and what I didn't know was that a fever in the week after surgery means x-rays and blood work.
The poor girl was such a wreck by the time we were getting ready to leave, nothing she said made any sense. But Batman was there for the rescue.
"Finger on my stick," Clara said. "Finger on your stick?" I asked.
"No!" Charlie said. "Tinkerbell sticker." Clara nodded in agreement.
He's come a long way.
PS - Do you like my clear non-following of Urgent Care rules?
...to the older man at Starbucks, who was clearly busy, working on something on his computer, thank you for standing up and bringing a chair over to me as I stood behind my children in the crowded store. I like to think I can do it all, because most of the time I just do, but it's nice when someone else notices.
...to the ambulance we got stuck to in traffic next to while waiting to go over the Bay Bridge, thank you for remembering Clara, the sweet little girl you drove across that bridge last year. Thank you for telling her when I rolled down the window, "You look like you're feeling better pretty girl." Thank you for telling me that the photo I delivered with a Christmas present now hangs on your wall at the station. (And as they drove away from us, Clara pronounced, "Dats my friends." Full disclosure, she also said the same thing about the police officer who pulled me over a few weeks ago).
...we seem to be on a streak of getting stuck next to interesting people at the bridge. A few weekends ago, I rolled down the window and said to this woman, "Are there three golden retrievers in there?" "No," she said, "Five."
...our new artwork from Nancy Hammond Editions.
...Clara had tubes put in today, adenoids taken out, and her umbilical hernia repaired.
We've been through anesthesia with Charlie, but Clara, she's the feisty one (and this was a lot of surgery in the matter of an hour).
This is the before shot of Clara's hernia. (I figure the surgeon will put it in his binder like plastic surgeons do with before and after liposuction).
The ears and adenoids aren't so easy to show a before of, but apparently the adenoids were humongous and the ears were very infected.
Clara believes fashion first, even when in the OR waiting room.
We had a rough afternoon, but Clara's pretty stoked about the contraband hospital gown we came home with, as well as the five popsicles, one cupcake, and two oreos she consumed for her daily diet.
...I am months late in this list, but I still have two very dear friends who I have not given Christmas presents to. I am seeing them this week, so I figure this will just serve as a preview of what they will be opening.
...and with that, I present my top two favorite Christmas presents (given) this year. Well, last year, seeing as it's almost time to start prepping for Christmas 2014.
2. This bracelet from Folirin.
1. A custom portrait of Charlie and Clara from Tammy Ricker. She was amazing to work with, and I love how she captured both of them. It's something our family will treasure, well, forever.
...is a blur.
...She adores Hello Kitty, dancing, playing "water" in the sink, and drinking her morning coffee (hot chocolate) from her Starbucks cup.
...loves tinkerbell and talks about her tinkerbell birthday party (in six months).
...jumps, falls down, hits her head, gets up, and starts jumping again.
...her favorite books are the Ladybug Girl series. She likes to put on an 18-month size ladybug costume and waddle around in it.
...is having hernia surgery and ear tubes next Friday. Her belly will be bikini-ready by summer.
...Charlie was enamored with ice skating during the Winter Olympics, so last weekend we bundled he and Clara up and took them to the rink.
I laced up my Klingbeil's, which I had custom-made a few months before calling it quits 20 years ago. Yeah, that hurt when I added that number up in my head.
For a typically cautious little boy, Charlie could hardly contain his excitement.
Clara, for the most part, was unimpressed except for the skating rink DJ's musical selections. She liked the music.
Learning to skate has come a long way in 20 years with the invention of these handy walkers.
And with that, he was off. It was terrifying and exhilarating. For me.
When he was ready to go, I asked him if he wanted his old momma to do a spin. "YES!" And then I nearly killed myself doing that spin. It's not like riding a bike at all.
...a good ol' version of, "What's in that bag?"
I used to have cute, little purses. I wrote about that here.
...me and the love of my life (whose birthday is today). Fifteen years ago.
Why, yes, I'm wearing the Wagamama shirt.
1. Thar She Blows Lamp from Land of Nod. Charlie needs this. He told me.
2. Spring planning. Thinking of window boxes. It has to get warm. Eventually.
3. Chicken parmesan meatballs. First time I have ever made meatballs and they were delicious.
4. Mini Industrial Glass Pendant from West Elm. We've been in the house almost two years and I'm starting to notice some things I want to change. I was sleep-deprived when we built and definitely missed some details, like a non-overhead light in the bathroom.
5. This quote. I love it.
6. Party planning for a little boy who turns 5 in almost two months and who loves superheroes and legos.
...since my competitive skating days are long gone, I start thinking about what I could possibly medal in now. The competitor may retire but never dies.
Laundry folding. I mean, I'm not going to say that I time myself sometimes. But sometimes I do.
Number of times I have sung, "Everything is Awesome," after last night's Lego movie viewing. More than anyone in the WORLD, I'm pretty sure.
Adult Amazon purchases. The Nosefrida would have completely grossed 24 year-old me out. 34 year-old me can't wait. If you doubt me, read the reviews. If you don't have children, please don't click on that link. But I guarantee, five or ten years from now when you too have children, you will come a-hunting on my blog for the link to the incredible snot sucker.
Kitchen mess. Am I the only one whose kitchen always looks like this when they try a new recipe?
Twizzling texts between Ken and I. (And by the way, Twizzling is a new term in figure skating and one I think, every time I hear it, "Are they really saying that? Yes. They are really saying that.")