Monthly Archives: February 2014

These Two

This weekend, Annie randomly remembered she had some money on an amazon gift card that was left over from her birthday and Christmas.

“It’s only $19.99 on prime, Mama.”  The girl is mad for prime (personally I don’t blame her).

Anyway, the toys arrived one day late, much her her disappointment. Instead of monday (a two activity day) they arrived on tuesday (a multi activity day wherein we don’t get home until 9 and then it’s time for bed).  That did not deter the girls from setting them up as soon as Annie walked in the door that afternoon. They had 35 minutes to set up and play before we got out that door.


Mission accomplished.

I grabbed my camera, feeling light in the heart about the two of them playing together.  They don’t get much time during the week to do so and often the weekends are busy with other activities or other friends.  Gracie is slowly growing less interested in play like this.

And they’re both noticing it too.

Gracie lamented to me this week that she thinks Annie doesn’t like her.  I listed several examples to counter that statement.

Annie showed her feelings in a different manner entirely… by crying on the way home from her acting class last night.

“I miss my sister.”  “I want her back.”  “I wish she wasn’t in middle school.” “I wish we were twins so she’d always be with me.”

It was very sweet…and I think those acting classes are paying off.


This Girl…

couldn’t wait to get home to add her money to the coin drive.  Note that her coat is only half way off.

One of our favorite teachers at school does a coin drive every year to raise money for the Leukemia/Lymphoma Society.  It’s called Pasta for Pennies.  The top fundraising class gets a pasta party catered by the Olive Garden.

“MOM,” she says, “I don’t care about the pasta, I just want to raise money. ”

Last night, she asked Daddy if he had any pennies, dimes, quarters or CHECKS to donate.”

pennies for pasta

I LOVE her giving heart.


McTeacher Night: AKA the day I sold my soul

If you know me, you know my disdain for McDonald’s.  I’ll spare you from my honest feelings lest any of you eat there.  Really, I don’t judge you.  Ok, maybe I do a little.  I judge a lot of fast food.  There are just so many better things to feed your family.  I mean, take Subway for example.  We all thought that was healthy and here we find out they put a chemical in the bread that is used to make yoga mats.  I follow the gal who got the petition to have it taken out.  Frankly, I’m glad there are people with the fervor to address issues like that.  Ok, I need to stop now.  I could go on forever.

It’s probably been about 5 years since I’ve taken the girls to a McD’s. I couldn’t not support this night and being on the yearbook committee, I said I’d help take pictures. I also practiced an “Out and About” session for my photography class.

Annie could not wait to get her hands on a small fry. That was all I’d let her have.



I just love these women.  Just some of the amazing staff at our school.


Annie and her curent teacher.  Gracie had her too.  We are VERY  lucky.


And this was Annie’s teacher last year and Gracie’s teacher a few years ago.  The picture above and the picture below make me cry happy tears.  I love these women.


Annie is falling into a FRY COMA and Gracie is looking longingly at them. She was very strong and refused to order the pesticide fries as we call them in my house. She caved a bit later and ordered a milkshake.



It turned out to be a really fun night, especially seeing the teachers out of their classrooms. I hope they get a really good rest tonight because tomorrow is going to be a Valentine’s Day hopped up on sugary goodness, gong show.




Another “Oh Annie”

This was too good not to share.

Annie just walked in the door and took out her papers to show me her grade on her friday math quiz.  Dancing for joy and high five-ing about the fantastic score, I flip her paper over and see this.



It should be noted that Annie hadn’t spoken about an ant farm for at least a week…until we went to dinner last night and Eric BROUGHT IT UP.  Uh, someone just flunked PARENTING 101. I seriously wanted to reach across the table and SMACK him!

Celebrate 48!

Oh man, have we ever celebrated! It has been very exciting around here from the moment the Seahawks made it to the playoffs.  The whole region seriously came down with Hawk Fever.   Bandwagon fan or fan from 1976 whatever, it didn’t matter, we were all rooting for our HAWKS. We have had so much fun as a family watching the games together and cheering from the stands or the couch!

For the big game, we decided that we were going to keep it low key and stay at home. Eric and I both wanted to be comfortable and free to do whatever we needed to do while the game was on including, but not limited to: standing in front of the tv, yelling filtered obscenities at the tv, crying at the drop of a hat (me), high giving profusely and drinking gluttonously. Us? NEVER.

Our good friends, whom we travel with to festivals (so we know each other very well), came on over.  We have the kind of friendship where we feel comfortable to fall apart or be crazy in front of each other.  It was a perfect match.

celebrate 48

We were CRAZY!!!  I think my favorite part of the evening was at the end of each quarter we’d take an Instagram of most of us dressed up in my photo booth HAWK gear.

We started off all prim and proper.



Things deteriorated quickly.IMG_5235



Sometimes you find your child has taken 20 selfies while she was waiting for you all to pose. IMG_5248



Moments after the game was over.IMG_5277

AAAAW!  It was such a fun night. I guess that’s why I take offense to all those individuals (insert offensive word here) who say it was a terrible game.

Oh I’m so sorry.  So sorry to bore you. Hmm, I have a sneaking suspicion that if it was your team that was kicking A and taking names you would have thought it was the BEST FREAKING GAME IN THE WORLD.

Unfortunately, we did not go to the victory parade. Our family has a abnormally low tolerance for  1. CROWDS  2. COLD WEATHER  3. WAITING FOR AN ENORMOUSLY LONG TIME 4. TRAFFIC

Aaaaaand, our heater pooped out AND Annie’s asthma was acting up so we went to the doc AND Gracie was freaking out that “SHE CAN’T PLAY THE FLUTE!!!!” so we met with the teacher that day. It should be noted that she currently has an A in that class, but whatever I have to respect her feelings.

After they won, I ordered some gear for Eric. Me? Well most women might order a shirt or a hat. Me?  Nope. I ordered championship flannel PJ’s.  I needed some anyway.

The other night Eric asked me how my pj’s were.  My response “They’re so great.  It’s just like sleeping with the whole team.”

Oops, that didn’t come out like I’d intended.



A New Journey

I have really LOVED being home the past few years.  After working part time for several years while the kids were little, it was nice to have a breather and be able to stay home with Annie before she went to kindergarten.  I so loved that one on one time with her while Gracie was at school.   But then she went to kindergarten and I got antsy and decided I should go back to work very part time.

That didn’t work out so well.

I’m home again, have been for a couple of years now. I spend a lot of time doing this and that, never really focusing on one thing and trying to do it well.  My self worth must have been tied to my job because the further I get away from working, the more my self confidence dwindles.  Crazy thoughts run through my head like “I’m really not good at anything.” I flit from one thing to another, never really stopping to take the time to focus on one thing and do it well.  It sounds so selfish, but I need something for me.  Something that is all mine. Something to focus my energy on.  I have all these friends who are doing great things like starting their own businesses or going back to work. Then there are my friends who have always worked. Always juggled full, busy schedules.  I tip my hat to them.

All these great things happening while I flit around and pick up my house 20 times a day or spend 2 hours cutting and printing decorations for a staff appreciation.  It’s making me crazy.

I kicked off the new year with a photography class. It’s seriously kicking my butt.  Making me so uncomfortable.  I realize though that it’s exactly what I need. How will I ever grow if I don’t make myself uncomfortable, right? It feels good to have something to focus on…even if it is frustrating and challenging.

Soooo, I’ve decided to shed SOME (not all) of the BSC and start a new blog to focus on capturing THIS life -in my home and on our adventures-as I grow my photo skills and create something for me.