Everyone Needs a Twirly Whirly Skirt

Everyone Needs a Twirly Whirly Skirt

 

Yesterday was the beginning of a new era.

The twins graduated from eighth grade.

I sat in the stands and watched as the principal called their names and they walked across the stage with smiles that lit up a room…

…and my heart in their hands.

When did this happen?

Wasn’t I just sitting at a tea party with bears and dolls and a pink striped elephant with a giant opinion?

Wasn’t I clutching their hands at the door to their kindergarten room?

Wasn’t I just bandaging scraped knees and telling people not to draw on the walls with sharpies and painting tiny toe nails that giggled?

And then?

I blinked.Continue reading

Don’t Wear White After Labor Day and Other Life Lessons

Don’t Wear White After Labor Day and Other Life Lessons

 

They say that April showers bring May flowers.

After several near-flash floods and gray skies and weeks of frizzy hair and 17 rained out baseball games….

….meet my April.

I went out to the garden yesterday and clipped dozens of flowers and arranged them in a yard sale soup tureen and put them in the middle of the family room and wished myself a happy Mother’s Day.

And now?

I want to celebrate with you.

I want to send you flowers and wish you a Happy Mother’s Day and entertain you with a little story…..

….all about kids and the mothers who learn from them. 🙂Continue reading

I Hope You Like an Outtake

I Hope You Like an Outtake

 

I gave up trying to tame my hair a long time ago.  It doesn’t really listen and it goes all rogue and has its own mind and its own reality television show.

It was a battle I was never going to win.

Now, I just encourage the curls and let it go, but when I was younger, I tried valiantly to fight the fight.  I would spend hours with a curling iron, painstakingly twisting each strand of hair under around my face….

….kind of like a jelly roll with a barrette.

When my sister saw my incredible hair-don’t, she wanted to look just like me–so I’d jelly roll her hair, too.

I couldn’t help it.  I had to share the pastry-hair wealth.

Because having your back–hairdo or otherwise–that’s what sisters do.Continue reading

Who Knew Peonies Were Philosophers?

Who Knew Peonies Were Philosophers?

 

Have you ever had a day where everyone was cuter than you?

Everyone.

Everyone had better hair.

Everyone had shoes that matched their purse.

Everyone had children that behaved and didn’t argue back.

Everyone was smarter or better or taller or shorter or skinnier or richer or nicer or prettier or lived in a house that looked like a magazine.

Ever had a day like that?

Oh, good.

Come sit by me.Continue reading

When Did Love Go All 2017?

When Did Love Go All 2017?

 

I guess spring cleaning is a thing because I just spent hours cleaning out the attic.

It wasn’t planned.

It wasn’t on the schedule.

I actually didn’t even realize I was doing it until about half way through when I recruited the rest of the family to form an assembly line.  It started with a box of bandanas and cowboy hats from a long ago birthday party and 47 boxes later…

…you could actually see the attic floor.

In the middle of the clean-up, I heard the twins in the corner of the room giggling.  Giggle after giggle after giggle started and stopped and then started all over again.  I heard one of them read something to the other and then they’d burst into fits of laughter.  Curious, I put down the vacuum cleaner parts I’d been collecting and started walking over to comedy central to see what they’d found.

Suddenly, I heard something that made my heart stop mid-beat.

Wait until you hear this, I heard my daughter say.

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The Day I Wore Frayed High Waters

The Day I Wore Frayed High Waters

 

This Saturday I took 21,000 steps.

It wasn’t that hard.

For every step I took, I took two steps back.

It was a day that nothing went right.  I got lost on the way to the ballgame and yelled at the general population of the car and sunburned the tip of my nose and discovered that wood bees are not your friends and dropped my phone which now has a giant crack in it held together with scotch tape.

And to add insult to injury?

I cut off the bottom of my jeans to make them fray and misjudged the length and now I’m wearing frayed high waters.

*sigh*

Am I the only one?

Just in case you had a rough weekend, too….

….here’s a little post to make us both smile. 🙂Continue reading

Every Muddy Foot Should Know Its Worth

Every Muddy Foot Should Know Its Worth

 

Several weeks ago these mud-covered feet got asked to a dance.

They belong to my youngest twin–my tiny, blue-eyed, blonde-haired, tree climber.

A dance?  In middle school?  With a boy?  With awkward moments and disco balls and blaring music and watered down punch?

When did that happen?

She was just climbing trees and walking the dog and decorating her room with post-it notes and having tea parties with spotted elephants.  I wasn’t sure that I was ready.  I wasn’t sure that I was prepared.

But she was.

And she said yes.Continue reading

Dance Like No One is Watching

Dance Like No One is Watching

 

I have been watching baseball for most of my grown-up life.

My son started playing right around the time he lost his first tooth and he’s a junior in high school now.

That’s a lot of games.

An extra lot sprinkled with extra innings.

I’ve sat in the pouring rain and the blazing sun.  I’ve huddled underneath blankets, shivering and frozen with a cup of hot chocolate.  I’ve sat in stands you could fry an egg on and sipped sweet tea to stay cool.  I’ve worn shirts proudly printed with the number 11 on them and cheered until you couldn’t hear my voice and waved my hands around like I was on the jumbotron and high-fived anyone in sight.  I’ve sat in the car on long rides home after a loss and listened to the silent sadness of a baseball player covered in red clay and dirt.

But I’ve never danced through the stands.

Ever.

Until last Tuesday night.Continue reading