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A Happy Mother’s day

It was very lovely.  In fact the entire weekend was lovely.  Everyone chipped in to do the household “stuff.” That in itself was a mother’s day gift.

Although I have learned that Mother’s day right after earnings and in the middle of three weeks of travel provides for really good Mother’s day gifts.  Can you say FEELING GUILTY?

Sunday morning the girls and I went to church.  It was my turn for the month to work with a student with ASD. It was not a very cooperative day for this child, but we made it work.

This what you get when you’re trying to self timer a quick pic after the service and the kids are complaining because they just want to go home. weird stream of light.


For mother’s day I wanted to go somewhere in the Seattle area that we had not explored.  I chose Discovery Park. It’s really big.  Mmmm, let’s just say we weren’t really dressed for the weather and a long walk/hike.  Nor did some of us have the right shoes…new white lacy toms in the muddy forest.  There was much moaning and complaining.


We finally made it to the beach where my sensory kid played in the sand and got it all over herself.  She was still digging sand out of the cuffs of her shorts at dinner that evening.




I love that when they only have each other, they still create elaborate imaginative play schemes.


Hot and tired and out of water (we didn’t pack any in the first place), we headed home, freshened up and met my parents for dinner.



And then we all headed back to the house to have a fire in the fire pit.


And I needed a portrait for my photography class. Gracie was a negatory so Annie let me snap one.



She is…

She is kind.


She is considerate.


She is thoughtful.


She is loyal.


She is hard on herself.


She is smart.


She is quiet.


She is observant.


She has a great sense of humor.


She is learning to be brave.


She is beautiful.



She is learning to be confident.



She is 12.


We’re lucky she is ours.

gracie12thbirthdayshoot-16Side note: I’m taking 3 photography courses all at once, so I thought it would be a good idea to do a 12th birthday shoot. It lasted all of 30 minutes, right up until the man on the boardwalk said he saw a snake just down the path.  OH, like a little gardner snake?  NO, it was HUGE.  Thanks. Thanks for that sir.

Happy Birthday Gracie!




Oh This Kid


She is making me crazy lately. Today she asked me if I was “understanding” what she was reading to me about dinosaurs.

This morning at 7:45 AM, she begged me to let her make little clay figures for her friends in her acting class. Today was the last day and she wanted to give them something.  I sighed and said yes.



…because she is just like her mother.  I would have wanted to do the same thing and I would have waited until the last minute, too.

NOT that I do that at all lately.  Nope, not me.  Ahem… I supposed that’s why I’m writing rather than doing laundry, creating yearbook pages for PTA, getting photos ready for personal yearbooks when we get back from spring break or…you name it and I should be doing it.

She tucked little cards in the envelope to share her phone number.  As to be expected, she had quite the dramatic flair during their little performance they did for families. It was great!

She’s been wanting high tops FOREVER. Apparently, I’ve always said no.  I’m pretty sure I said NO because the high tops she showed me were those puffy, ugly things that give me flashbacks to being a child in the 80’s. No thank you. I don’t need to re live that area of clothing.  I also despise neon, tube tops, leg warmers, overalls aaaaaand off the shoulder sweatshirts.


If I had known she wanted these, I would have got them for her ages ago. Daddy got to be the hero by buying them for her. And I see our walkway is in serious need of some pressure washing.

She recently and FINALLY mastered the art of bike riding. I thought we were going to have to take her to a special bike riding class.  It was NOT good.

I took her and Gracie as well as two of our neighbor friends to the park last weekend.  I jogged while the 4 kids rode their bikes.  I’d be lying if I said it wasn’t dicey riding with Annie.  I kept her between me and the road.  She only turned into me 20 times.  I only actually fell once. She tends to over correct.  It was a very long 2 miles to the park.  Of course, she thought she needed her bag of essentials. Which ended up being too much for a newbie. I jogged with it for almost a mile and then kindly asked our friend to wear it while she rode her bike (Gracie was already carrying my camera).

Apple…Tree…It does not fall far.


Essentials to Annie meant the following: snacks, a pencil, a journal AND her FEDORA.  She’s really into fedoras right now.  Yes, she took off her bike helmet and put on her fedora.

The kids played at the park for a bit but when it was time to go run around in the woods, Annie wanted to observe nature and journal.






Oh this kid.

Good night.




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.


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.