life distracts

No apologies, just acknowledging that living life day to day sometimes will distract.

Doctors’ appointments and wondering what pediatrician’s office doesn’t have these germ encrusted toys that our kids always want to play with? Sorry, some things micro preemie moms just never let go even when their extremely premature baby is now a teenager.

Road trips…for more doctors’ office visits.

Exhausting they are…completely.

Back to school adventures begin and we pause wondering how in the world can she be in SECOND GRADE??!!

And how can she possibly be hundreds of miles from home starting college which includes a class studying Orange Is The New Black? She better ace that class. I mean it.

Then there’s work…

and laundry…yes, still…

Life distracts from taking the time to sit down and write about life and I offer no apology because life distracts…and because I have several loads of laundry waiting to be folded.

One would imagine that with only 2 of my 5 children remaining here under The Big Top that there would be so much less to juggle. One would be wrong.

Give me a sec to adjust this juggling act.

no place I’d rather be

Traveling to Washington for my sister’s wedding means driving from the 209 to Yakima, Washington – 11+ hours of driving according to Google maps – with 8 stops along the way.

Yes, eight stops.

Traveling with this crazy. Now can you imagine why 8 stops a long the way? Add the crazy Oregon drivers traveling along Interstate 97 at the break neck speed of 50 mph and the road closure at 5:30 PM with literally one lane of a highway open for one mile with NOTHING GOING ON but a mile of road cones, and it ended up being a 16 hour adventure.

But you know what? It was a day spent with my favorite, crazy Hazey-Face, her mama and darling daughter #3. A day with great music, new and old…um, Hanson?

Yes, Hanson.

An attack grasshopper.

No, really.

Abby will never invite a grasshopper along for the ride ever again. Ever.

It was an adventure. But like the poet Rihanna sings, when I am with you there’s no place I’d rather be. Truly.

a mother daughter look

What can possibly be sweeter than matchy-matchy mother daughter fashions? Except for when the daughter is of certain age where it is more like…

GAWD, MOM! NO!!!

I had that moment when I was in high school. Sure Mommy Dearest wasn’t even 40 when she decided to wear the exact same peasant blouse, jeans and platform sandals but…

GAWD, MOM! NO!!!

Quite possibly almost as mortifying as when she dragged me to protest with her, front and center against Jimmy Carter when he was running for President.

Almost.

Hollie had that moment when I joked that perhaps we could have mother-daughter dresses for her wedding. Moms of daughters, take note. Not funny. No, really. Not funny at all. Especially when your daughter is trying on wedding gowns.

But when they are, oh I don’t know, maybe seven? What can be more awesome than dressing like mom? So awesome that you, the seven year old suggest it and mom agrees because mom is super cool that way.

Oh happy day!

Right?

Um…

Oh Hazel!

Let me remind y’all that THIS was HER idea.

seven years of pink

For Hazel’s seventh birthday today…

YES!!! Hazel is SEVEN!!!

But back to the story…for Hazel’s seventh birthday today what she wanted more than anything was a day in her mama’s chair at her mama’s salon. And what she wanted most of all was pink hair.

Of course, she would. Because she is Hazel and she is a lot of pink. No, not the girly, girl kind of pink with ruffles and lace and bows.

No.

Not Hazel.

Hazel is a sassy pink, a brassy pink. She’s a pink that you can’t help but notice…even if the last thing that she wants is for you to notice. But you can’t help but notice this girl, this pink girl.

So, because it is her seventh birthday, and her (currently) purpled hair mama gets her pink little girl, she delivered.

The perfect pink for a girl with so much brass

and sass

and sassafrass.

So much like your (currently) purpled hair mama and more.

Happy SEVENTH birthday Hazel Faye, our gloriously pink girl.

and just like that, a new tooth fairy is born

When Hollie was in first grade, she literally was the only first grader, at least at Athenour Elementary School, who had not lost a tooth. You can’t imagine how hard this was on her…or on her parents who thought that something was wrong. But the family dentist assured us that all was good. In fact, he told us it was better to lose the baby teeth late rather than early. Still the shame of it, to be the only first grader in Mrs. Miller’s class to not be flashing a toothless smile. Until that fateful day when, miracle of miracles, Hollie lost her very first tooth just two months shy of her 7th birthday.

Thus began the long and illustrious career of our family circus’ tooth fairy. He was good at his job too…creative, consistent and he looked good in that pink tutu too.

Fast forward years and years later and here we have been with poor Hazel Faye, literally the only first grader in the whole wide world, in the universe even, who had not lost a tooth. You can’t imagine the stress, frustration and resignation as she imagined that she would NEVER lose a tooth.

Toothless at last!! And a little more than a week before she turns 7 too. Oh happy day!

Yes, and just like that, a new tooth fairy was born.

A pretty generous tooth fairy, the elder tooth fairy grumbled. Turns out the newborn tooth fairy found herself with no singles but being a quick thinking, creative tooth fairy, she decided $5 was fair for the first. She even managed to convey that message to Hazel Faye too. She might be young and new at this job, but it seems that she is a creative and quick thinking as the elder tooth fairy. Still, he grumbles, she needs to stock up on some tooth fairy currency. Because nothing sucks more than hitting every open store after 10PM trying to get change including a golden dollar coin. That might have happened one time to the elder tooth fairy.

Congratulations, Hazel Faye! You are even more adorable toothless!