She's edging closer to ushering us into a new stage of life we're not sure how to navigate. The "tweens". I just started feeling like I had this whole mother-to-small-children down enough to maintain my sanity and now a new stage is starting to show?!
I need chocolate and carb's STAT.
02. Just returned home from a 4 day visit to my beloved Iowa. There are certain things that are pretty much guaranteed that happen on these trips. One, I get the full pat down (hair included) at the security point in the airport, two, I enjoy my time with dear friends immensely - laughing, eating, playing, three, I take pictures of long time clients. Clients whose pictures I've taken since their child was just an infant and now is turning 6 (!!), and four, I always leave wanting to convince Bret to move back.
Iowa is where it's at people...at least until the Winter and the super humid, hot Summer months. Okay, so maybe it's where it's at 3 months out of the year....
03. The other day Mailee declared our family song to be "Count on Me" by Bruno Mars. I listened to the lyrics and agreed it was a good choice.
Since that declaration you will often hear her humming this song throughout the day. Sometimes she even randomly hugs me and tells me, "You know Mom...you can count on me for forever right?".
04. I can tell it's nearing the end of the school year. Recitals, reports, awards and a crazy schedule is starting to happen. I can also tell because this morning I bribed my kids to please, please, PLEASE just take $2.25 and get school lunch today. I am SO over making lunches every day!
I love that they'd rather have a home lunch than school lunch, don't get me wrong, but a corn dog and chocolate milk won't hurt them every once in a while. Can I get an "Amen!".
05. Nothing makes you feel more self aware/self conscious than movie goers heading in to the theater next door, stop and watch you sweat and shake it while doing Zumba. Maybe they should go and purchase a small popcorn and drink and come back?!
Some say they don't know how I can say no to that face...I say I AM IMMUNE (mostly). It's cute...until it's not.
07. I'm reading "Bossypants" by Tina Fey. It's such an enjoyable read. Entertaining and thought provoking. If you haven't read it, do and if you have, read it again...I am.
A few favorite quotes (I could share a lot more but then I would just share the whole book, so maybe ust read it):
“If you retain nothing else, always remember the most important rule of beauty, which is: who cares?”
“It is an impressively arrogant move to conclude that just because you don’t like something, it is empirically not good. I don’t like Chinese food, but I don’t write articles trying to prove it doesn’t exist.”
"But I think the first real change in women’s body image came when JLo turned it butt-style. That was the first time that having a large-scale situation in the back was part of mainstream American beauty. Girls wanted butts now. Men were free to admit that they had always enjoyed them. And then, what felt like moments later, boom—Beyoncé brought the leg meat. A back porch and thick muscular legs were now widely admired. And from that day forward, women embraced their diversity and realized that all shapes and sizes are beautiful. Ah ha ha. No. I’m totally messing with you. All Beyonce and JLo have done is add to the laundry list of attributes women must have to qualify as beautiful. Now every girl is expected to have Caucasian blue eyes, full Spanish lips, a classic button nose, hairless Asian skin with a California tan, a Jamaican dance hall ass, long Swedish legs, small Japanese feet, the abs of a lesbian gym owner, the hips of a nine-year-old boy, the arms of Michelle Obama, and doll tits. The person closest to actually achieving this look is Kim Kardashian, who, as we know, was made by Russian scientists to sabotage our athletes.”