not together, celebrating

Right after dropping Daniel off at school, I received a phone call from this beauty.

Happy anniversary, Mommy!

Awe! She remembered! Then again, how could she not since she crashed our anniversary party nineteen years ago today. Of course I wished her a very happy birthday because she remains my baby, my love, my heart, my joy…something that I have called her since the day that she was born.

So we are celebrating.

Celebrating that 32 years ago when this guy said let’s get married, I said okay. Even more so, given our misadventures that happened this past February, we are celebrating the fact that we get to celebrate 32 years together. Oh, and we get to celebrate the fact that time does not stand still as our darling daughter #4, Jodie Grace Wynonna, is now 19 years old!

Just not together today…for the first time…ever.

Weird.

I guess she is preparing me for when she moves to Arizona.

kids, here are 10 things I may or may not have told you

You made me cry…a lot

Hollie and me – 1987. No apologies for the hair and glasses because 1987.

I wanted that last piece of pie…cake…cookie

Hollie, Zoë and me, 1992. Yes, those are matching Christmas sweaters. A gift. Funny how my darling husband didn’t receive one.

It hurt.

Hollie, Zoë, Abby and me, 1994. One child might never forgive me for this picture.

I was always afraid…still am…don’t judge, especially if you are not my child.

Hollie, Zoë, Abby, Jodie and us, 1996. Apparently we didn’t realize just how busy we were then as people told us ALL THE TIME that “we must be busy.

I know that I am not perfect.

And the Family Circus is completed, 2002. Also the year where any doubts of me being a perfect Mother were solidly squashed. Have a teenager and you will understand.

I watched you as you slept…still do.

Hollie, 1990

I carried you a lot longer than nine months.

Zoë, 1998

It broke my heart every time you cried.

Abby, 1997

I put you first.

Jodie, 1999

I would do it all over again…times five…to the infinity power.

Daniel, 2008

Kids, I can’t begin to express my gratitude that I get to be your Mother, Mommy, Mom, times five…to infinity and beyond.

I thank you all for calling me Mama, Mommy, Mom, Mommy Dearest, OMG-Mom, Mother; and, thank you , for needing me, teaching me, forgiving me, loving me, accepting me, modeling me and, most of all, amazing me because I get to say that I am Mom to these five remarkable people.

BONUS!! I have to say that I must be a pretty okay mom because these two perfectly, exquisite children  call me Mima…and give the best hugs.

 

emotionally victimized by Shonda Rhimes

Yes, I am STILL watching Grey’s Anatomy. Yes, I know Derek is dead. Yes, I was emotional wreck about it even though it was spoiled for me about two hours before the “How to Save a Life” episode aired. No, it wasn’t because of social media friends on the East coast. It was because of my darling daughter, Abigael Rose telling me. She and her sister, Jodie have just discovered Grey’s Anatomy  thanks to Netflix. They both are finishing up Season 5 and while I have patted myself on the back for not spoiling anything for them so far…no, not even the fact that George is going to die…I just might not hold anything back the next time Abby tells me the latest happenings on Grey’s for her.

Perhaps.

Maybe.

I don’t know.

No, I won’t.

I’ll let Shonda toy with their emotions and heart like she has for the last 11 seasons.

Excuse me now, Jodie just finished watching Good Mourning and I need to be there for her because of Shonda Rhimes. We’ll be there for each other because after last night’s episode it seems that this damn carousel never stops turning. It never stops turning and you can’t get off. At least, for me, not yet.

no weasels were teased in this post

You can knit a kitten mittens
And perhaps that cat would purr.
You could fit a fox with socks
That exactly matched his fur.
You could make a goat a coat with a collar trimmed in mink
Or give a pig a wig
In a dainty shade of pink.
But never tease a weasel;
This is very good advice.
A weasel will not like it
And teasing isn’t nice!

A long, long time ago in a land far, far away called Mooncrest I literally read this book so many times that I had memorized it.

Never Tease A Weasel was a favorite of my brothers and sister. There were so many reasons to love this book in both the words and images. Bold, bright colors and wonderful rhymes that clearly paint a picture of all the reasons why we should never tease a weasel because it’s fun to be friends with a weasel instead. Yes, I read this to Randy, Billy and Valerie so many times to the point that the eminently repeatable refrains did become a part of  my familiar quotations.

A very familiar Mom-quote especially for this Fab Four. Growing up, they heard far too many times that they should never tease a weasel…or a sister…because teasing isn’t nice. And they often would roll their eyes because honestly Mom what does a weasel have to do with me teasing my sister anyway? Years later it has become a memory the four of them share and often laugh about…their mom telling them not to tease a weasel (there I’ve said it thrice!). Where in the world did that come from really they wondered out loud recently?

So of course I had to find the book because my grand babies need to learn that it is okay to knit a kitten mittens, give a moose some juice or bake a drake a cake…along with understanding that teasing is not nice.

If only I could find the original 1964 edition that doesn’t cost $30-60 or more.

adventures not under The Big Top

It would seem that we are not the only members of the family circus making adventures and memories this weekend.

…weddings at Coachella…

Um…

So sweet, right?

Only if mom and dad are there too.

Remember that, Abigael.

Meanwhile, the neighbors are moving.

and it only took Fallon an hour to find all her fancy Fallon costumes that her mommy packed away.

Because you wear a ballgown, heels and a tiara when you are unpacking in your new home when you are Fancy Fallon.

Naturally!

And Jodie and me? We hiked up a mountain.

Actually it is A Mountain

Perfect!

Perfect morning, perfect view.

Perfect!

Lopes Up!

Forks Up!

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