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Perfect for poolside…if I had a pool; or if my hot tub was working and not dismantled and just an empty shell as it has been for weeks now. Ahem, darling husband.

So there have been a few tornado watches and warning here in our neck of the woods. Yes, Northern Cali experiences tornadoes! People often forget that NorCal gets tornadoes. In fact, the only reports of tornadoes in the US on Wednesday, March 26 were from our area. But because everyone believes them to be rare, warnings sent out via text and phone just don’t get the respect they should in these here parts. Which means we get to see some pretty amazing pictures and videos like this.

Whoa, indeed!

Math nerds, mark your calendars.

Actually, I imagine that the math nerds have known about this a long time ago. The rest of us mere mortals are just now catching up.

For each petal on the shamrock
This brings a wish your way -
Good health, good luck, and happiness
For today and every day.
~ Author Unknown ~

It’s even lovelier around my neck.

I want to be this awesome when I am 97.

And here I was all ready to write something thoughtful and eloquent about motherhood and Gwyneth Paltrow when Sarah of the Sticky Fingers Brigade did it for me.

Not one mother out there has never said (or thought to herself) some snarky, mean thought about other mothers doing it wrong, meaning not the way we are doing this mothering thing that we do so maybe we should chalk up Gwynnie’s thoughts to her doing just that. We can then smirk and shake our heads over her being a lot clueless and get back to trying to do our very best being the mothers that we are.

For those days when I have nothing to wear.

Thank you Caleb White for your service to us all.

Yes, thanks to Self and their mistake and pretty lame apology we discovered something pretty awesome that is Glam Runner because tutus are pretty damn awesome.

Even more better was that Self followed up on that apology by changing the conversation and keeping it positive.

You can support Girls on the Run — the charity on whose board Monika sits — and UCSD’s neurooncology lab where she is being treated, or you can go for a run tomorrow morning wherever you live, in a tutu or anything else you like. #ChangeTheConversation  #KeepingItPositive

 

 

 

still not creepy


The night before another procedure to see how well his pituitary gland is functioning with daily human growth hormone injections at Children’s Hospital Central California I found myself regarding his sweet face as he slept.

Of course I take a picture because, please.

Then I look closer at the picture I just took and I see a shadow, a shadow of my little boy growing into a young man. Okay, this might be getting creepy someday very soon.

The procedure went okay after a two hour wait because the nurse who was supposed to initiate it did not come to work due to a family emergency and no one in the department seemed to know that until I stepped out of his room to go get my phone charger out of the car. But after some staffing changes, profuse apologies from Daniel’s endocrinologist, the head of the Endocrinology Department, a few difficult lab draws and then lunch on the Endocrinology Department’s dime because we both had not eaten anything since 8 PM the night before we were done for the day and back on the road for the nearly two hour drive home.

I did my level best not to glance too often in the rear view mirror to peek at my sleeping man-child.

it’s time: “shut the door please”


I enter his room with an armful of freshly laundered and folded boy clothes. There he is sitting on his bed surrounded by all his bed buddies, including those little lions. One leg is propped up on his bent knee while he is so intently focused on yet another magic trick video…his latest YouTube obsession.

Thanks, Mom.

You’re welcome.

As I begin to exit his room and head downstairs to retrieve even more laundry to put away, he calls out to me.

Mom?

Yes, son?

Can you shut the door please?

Um, sure.

And so we continue on that twisty, winding road that is life with a pre-teen and teenager. I have no clue how this road will twist and turn nor how steep it might be but I do know that again, for the fifth (and final) time I am on that road. I quietly sigh to myself and gently shut the door.

It’s going to be okay.

For now.

Wait until we get to the slamming-the-door-and-loudly-blasting-angry-music stage. I’m so not ready to go to there.

her turn


From the time she was two until shortly after her fourth birthday, I frequently “lost” my darling daughter, Jodie. You know what I mean, how you turn your head for one second or allow one of your other children to distract you with something trivial like tying their shoes or extricating them from a jump rope tied to the swing-set or breaking up the twelfth knock down drag out fight between at least two of your darling little circus clowns and that little one is suddenly GONE, like NO WHERE TO BE FOUND! No, she wasn’t the only one of my children who would become lost; she was just the one that seemed to become misplaced ALL THE TIME.

Yes, I can hear you clucking your tongues and imagine you folding your arms tightly across your chest as you shake your head disapprovingly over my obviously poor parenting skills…because you have never turned around to see that your little darling is not by your side in a crowded department store or at a Saturday afternoon soccer tournament. Of course your child has never, ever wandered off scaring you half to death and giving you even more gray hair.

Of course!

I believe you.

But, it has happened to me…more often than I want to admit…mostly thanks to my sweet, adorable Jodie Grace Wynonna.

Payback, well, payback can be a bitch she discovered this weekend while we walked around San Francisco.

No, I was not lost. I knew exactly where I was. I was on Powell Street at the Cable Car Turnaround taking pictures because…

they were all lined up and the lighting was absolutely perfect after the afternoon shower. Of course I had to stop and take pictures!

Of course!

Because!

Right?!

Jodie, on the other hand, seemed to completely disagree. “OH MY GAWD! MOM!! You can NOT just wander off like that! I turn around and you were GONE! Do you realize how much you scared me!!!

No clue, my darling daughter. I have absolutely no clue.

She is not amused with the truth that this just might be a small payback for the years she did this to me…all the time.

Not at all.

My punishment? A trip to her Mother Ship, the Forever 21 Flagship store.

Whatever, little girl! I think I shall further torture you by purchasing these sweet shoes and wearing them EVERYWHERE!!!

annual visits


Today may or may not be the last time I accompany my son to visit his favorite fat guy in red. I’m not exactly sure how I feel about that. Daniel desperately wants to believe and it is clear with the questions he is asking lately that he wants us to help him believe. The other day, he pointed out to me that he missed visiting Santa last year.

My bad!

We didn’t make it to the mall or local shop or farm where Santa hangs out here in the Central Valley last year. Too much juggling going on I guess. Then again, he never asked either. I pointed that out to him as I told him that when his sisters were around 10 or 11 they really didn’t want to go and visit Santa so I assumed…

They didn’t want to see him?!“, he questioned.

No, I answer back explaining that perhaps it was because they didn’t want people to think that they were little kids or babies like most of the kids in line to see Santa at the mall or Bass Pro Shop. Or maybe it was because they had other interests at that age like the latest boy band or glitter nail polish or Harry Potter…yeah, they were 10 and 11 year old girls and that’s different. Daniel pointed that one out to me. So I answer back that as long as he wants to visit Santa, we shall go and visit Santa. Just ask. He agrees and asks if we can visit Santa before Christmas this year.

And so we did. We went to Dell Osso Farms where Santa was sitting patiently in his sleigh waiting…waiting for Daniel. Central Valley friends, hands down Santa is best at Dell Osso Farms this year! Go!

They talked of Legos and Legoland…thanks Santa!…and Hot Wheels, so many Hot Wheels and those chocolate oranges too. And while the two of them were deep in conversation of Christmas wishes, I recalled other annual visits with dear old St. Nick.

I know we visited in 2010 and 2011 but I can’t seem to find photographic proof…weird for me, I know. But oh my goodness! My baby! My baby boy! He’s fast becoming a young man. Thankfully a young man who still believes in goodness, kindness, magic and Santa Claus.

Still I think that Daniel will very likely receive a letter from Santa not unlike the letter that my friend Aimee’s son, Declan, received last Christmas.