Tuesday, May 31, 2016

Birthdays, Last Days and Dog Days.

It could be a blessing or a curse that I'm updating the blog this evening. Ella is now seven years old, tomorrow is her last day of school and the dog days of summer are waiting for us to embrace each and every one of them with sunscreen, dirty feet and insect repellent. 

Let's face it: I'm melancholy. 

Today, she came home with her writing and illustration journal she has worked so hard on all year. It is a perfect time capsule of her life since September of 2015. I may not have been blogging as regularly but she certainly was, in her first grade way. The entries and illustrations show me what her weekends meant to her, what she enjoyed, what adventures we experienced as a threesome. It reminds me how far she has come in one unbelievably quick school year. Her journal is way better than anything I could have done.

Time. I get it - it moves fast. I was warned. Over the course of the last few weeks, I've actually yelled at Time, like it is some tangible soul lurking in my house. "Just stop, would you?!" "Slow the h*ll down for a week?!" As a parent, the fast movement of time is a difficult hurdle for me. Is it why I try to plan adventures, to seize the moment even if it was a long day at the office, to run through the sprinkler fully clothed because...well because it's just water, and why not?!

I see the beginnings of the young lady Ella will be as her big girl teeth are moving in and her legs seem to grow an inch a day.

 Her confidence is growing too.

She has neighbor friends and FCC friends and school friends and Daisy Troop friends, all of whom I thank our lucky stars for every day.

Watching her sleep is the best and Larry and I both do it a LOT. (Don't judge) Without fail, I am transported back to our first two weeks together in China. She is still very much that rosy-cheeked Guan Man Li.

Up until this past week, she was still trucking around on her bike with training wheels showing no signs of wanting to lose them. I was that kid, too. Dang, I was terrified. We took her on a huge Slow Roll through the neighborhood with about 100 of our other friends.
 She was a mad woman. We couldn't keep up and she could have cared less.
 And then her one training wheel flew off, she gracefully fell to the curb and the entire entourage stopped to make sure she was OK. There wasn't one tear. We had to bow out of the remainder of the ride. As of yesterday, she is trying to get the hang of it without training wheels. She's terrified but once she gets this, I trust there will be no stopping her.

Photographing her is my favorite. She is ridiculously uncooperative most of the time.

For months, she has had the most amazingly strong baby tooth in the front. It defied all dental textbooks. She was a snaggletooth for a solid two months until Sunday night. Her grandparents handed her a $5 bill and so did we. Holy Toledo are we glad that thing is out!

 She is my helper - in the yard, in the kitchen and now with pool maintenance. Just tonight, she spent 30 minutes skimming the cottonwood and bugs out of her little oasis.
On Thursday, she will perform in her second piano recital under the wing of Miss Gail. I am delighted she has hit the one-year mark with piano lessons. She likes playing and has a keen ear. It also helps that she enjoys Miss Gail (and her daughter Ellie), too. Ella may not be running on a soccer field or balancing on the balance beam, but she's finding her groove beautifully.

Here's to another amazing twirl around the sun, celebrating Straight A's through the entire school year and going to bed exhausted with the smell of summer around us.


PS: I blame Time for not getting this blog post up before tonight :)

Saturday, May 7, 2016

Happy Mother's Day to me.

"If the standard route for creating a family had worked for me, I wouldn't have met this child. I needed to know her. I needed to be her mother. I know now why all those events happened. Or didn't happen." Nia Vardalos, Instant Mom

Preach it, Nia. 

I am beyond honored.

When she isn't sassing me, she is most certainly making me laugh. I am happy as a Mom. 

I am tired most days, if I'm being totally honest.

My very first mother's day in 2010.

That chubby belly is gone. I miss kissing it.

She teaches me stuff daily and so does my other daughter, Roz.

Sometimes that stuff is patience; sometimes it is to live more in the moment. Having my own mom just down the street is the best ever.

My house will never be clean. I do like it when it is but time, people...there isn't enough of it! I suspect I'll have time for that when she goes off on her own one day.

Ella is so tall, with baby teeth falling out and new crooked ones coming in. I love her more than that day we first met. And honestly, I never thought that would be possible.

Most days, I think I'm doing it right and when I'm not I fake it really well so she thinks I do. Motherhood for me is wearing 179 hats in a 24 hour period and being super stoked that I didn't lose Panda along the way.

Happy Mother's Day to all of you Mamas out there that help me be Mama Heather to her.


Friday, May 6, 2016

Foto Friday!

This is going to be that time I post a whole lot of pictures, super awesome pictures.
Kicking off Addy's 5th birthday.

Waking up to a surreal April snowfall.

Celebrating Addy again because she's totally worth it!

Taking the poodles for a walk at the park

Celebrating my Mama on her birthday!

Ella and The Papa

Cheering on our buddy, Sophia, in her first performance.


Cheering on The Roz at T-Ball.

Meeting Todd Parr! Woah!

Mud Hens with the neighborhood families.

Book-worming after school.
~Happy Friday. Happy Weekend!