photo dump 2-9-15 edition

I may not be writing much lately but I am taking pictures.

There is that at least.

Colds and flu season…sigh!

Bridesmaid gown acquired. Little sister will be pleased.

So apparently Starbucks and Match have joined together to help me meet someone? Um…no one tell my husband?

I might have a problem. Then again, most runners I know have a similar problem…worse even. By the way, I crushed that long run this past weekend and then I ate all the Chicken Alfredo Baked Ziti.

Actually I did save some for the family including Hazel who declared it all to be delicious…except the mushroom.

Meanwhile, not even her favorite, Queen Elsa, could wake up Fallon to come join the family for dinner.

Cavity inducing bedtime moments like these are truly the best.

And this. A Sunday well spent brings a week of content.

I sure do hope so!

Happy Monday y’all!

 

a year of selfies and more

Remember when I declared, “Hello, this is me.”?

And then I went on to share for six months. One hundred eighty one days I shared with the webs a whole lot of self-indulgent selfie love and selfie indifference and selfie loathing. And, when I didn’t know what to do I shared my feet.

This is stupid, I thought.

This is hard.

I’m sure people are rolling their eyes and clucking their tongues. I can think of at least two…perhaps three.

Then again, who cares what one or two or three people really think. What do I think?

Well, I still think this is hard. I still am having a hard time being creative with a selfie. But I am learning. I’m learning to kind of like the way the camera reflects back at me…at least my iPhone camera extended arms length away from me…with the occasional Instagram filtering…Valencia is my favorite.

Keep going, I say to myself.

One more month.

Okay?

And that is exactly what I did. I also chopped off ALL of my hair because…why not?

And after six months, one hundred eighty one days of nothing but me, I pointed the camera around me…and sometimes back at me because…just because. I’m not as afraid of that image of me that the lens captures as I used to be. I might even like it just a little bit.

Still the story remained my story through my lens.

A good story, a bad story, my story all the same.

Every day there was something to see, something to say, something to share.

A story that, it seems, some actually have enjoyed.

A photo a day, every day. Mostly of me; but sometimes with lens pointed away from me. All my story, my life, my 2014.

Of course the story goes on because life, it goes on. You’re more than welcome to follow along. If anything you can watch how fast my hair grows before my sister’s wedding in August because, yes, there will be the occasional selfie.

 

 

 

blogtography 2014 edition

What a year, really! Ups and downs, ins and outs, milestones, laughter, tears, fears, celebrations, goodbyes and lots and lots of pictures to remember the memories made along the way. Here are fourteen because it was 2014.

car rides, spicy food and serious conversations

stopping the motion

homework help

promping v. 2014

because everyone was personally victimized by Regina George

I’m with you kid, let’s go

searching the crowd

for the daddy I love

all we really need to know we learned at dance competitions

inclusion, exclusion, privacy, the 1st day of school, and, sigh, picking the battles

life as the plumber’s wife

are you that blogger?

photo dump: walkabout edition

Santa nails it

Just fourteen moments of 2014 captured and blogged. Let’s not even begin to discuss how hard it was for me to choose.

And one more…

Early Sunday morning Buster said goodbye crossing over the Rainbow Bridge peacefully in his sleep. He was a good dog, a very good dog even if he was notoriously camera shy literally walking away almost every time I came around with my camera.. For 12 years he was a big brother to Daniel teasing and playing with Daniel in the way that only brothers do. He was a loyal companion to Bill. A playmate for Zoë. A fierce protector for us all guarding against every UPS or Fed Ex delivery truck and short bus that stopped at The Big Top. Buster’s passing indeed cast a pall over our family circus. He is missed and will be missed always and forever.

Okay, wipe your tears. Go hug your fur babies, your babies, family, friends and lovers. Happy New Year to us all! May 2015 be filled with happiness, kindness, love and much more laughter than tears.

 

 

 

humoring mom

Twas just 5 days before Christmas and perhaps a little hungover from a NICU cocktail party, tired from the Dance Stars Christmas Dance Recital and relieved after sending off that final gift and getting all the other gifts under The Big Top tree, I felt like celebrating because that is what the best holiday elves do.

How to celebrate?

Well, Kristen and LIz from Cool Mom Picks inspired me. #babythenandnow is absolutely a fun idea. Bonus is it takes little energy because other than doing laundry (my life), all I want to do the rest of today is relax because my work week, including Christmas Eve night promises to be busy. Oh, and then there is Christmas.

Of course the challenge is to get these circus clowns to do it because they are at work or playing in San Francisco or shopping or just super annoyed because we are twelve turning thirteen very, very soon. Yes, they are quite certain that I am crazy. Then there is my darling husband. Yeah, he definitely didn’t want any part of this silliness because he is sliding fast into get-off-my-lawn grumpy old man status.

Whatever, family. Just do it.

And so they do.

I love my babies! Then and now.

photo dump: the thankful edition

It’s Thanksgiving Day so I’m going to give thanks, as one should on Thanksgiving Day…and every other day.

For Thing 1 and Thing 2, generously provided by my employer and a co-worker who has no use for the 12 pound turkey they handed him as we left work early in the morning last week. Yes, I named them, as I do every year. Deal with it! Meanwhile, Thing 1 and Thing 2 are currently soaking in an icy cold, brine-y bath waiting to be properly roasted.

For bringing sexy back in the way that only Personal Protective Equipment can. This look is hot. No. It really is hot.

The perfect pick-me-up after running 4 miles before you work your 4th 12 hour night shift in a week. Hurray for Snickers and for running and for a busy, busy full NICU which means work!

For kick-ass looking compression socks to wear after running a few miles before working hard on your feet for 12 hours all night long. Oh, and, give thanks for the break relief RN who makes the moment where you get to put your feet up for 20 minutes.

Be thankful for the 2 hour nap you had after working all night before you take the time to drive your favorite Princess 125 miles in the rain and wind and fog across a couple bridges during drive time Bay Area traffic so that she can attend two hours of Princess training.

It’s totally worth it when she sends you this picture of her being fitted for the wig of her favorite princess, one of a few who she will be portraying. Yes, you can almost hear her squeeing with delight from the only open cafe in the area where you sat and waited during those two hours. Worth it. Totally. So was her telling you how much she loved you and was glad you were driving as you drove across the Richmond-San Rafael Bridge in the 0.25 mile visibility fog.

This card with this name on it which we waited for for 12 years because no matter what the social workers tell you, it isn’t as easy as it should be to get your child’s social security card with his name on it after the adoption is finalized because government agencies can be so frustratingly dumb sometimes. But not Maria at the Manteca Social Security Administration office. Sure it took her several hours to figure a way around the bureaucratic walls but she did it because, as she humbly put it, “there’s always a way around walls.”

Remembering when you said you couldn’t wait for your kid to outgrow his shoes and clothes before they wear out when you see that the shoes that you just got him are too small. Human Growth Hormones, we are so thankful especially when you see your son’s height and weight plotted at <1%ile on the growth chart because look at that, the kid is almost finally plotting on the normal growth chart!

Pretty scarves and jewelry and makeup and clothes that flatter what your mama gave you, no matter what your age is, that you wear for no other reason than because you want to; which has nothing to do with completely unwanted attention from any stranger who imagines that you got all dressed up because you want their attention.

Yeah.

No.

Taking the time to catch part 3 of the 4 part Hunger Games Trilogy with this child of yours because that is what the two of you do together after the husbands and kids are asleep.

Running this for the third holiday season because otherwise you might just murder someone…or at least given them a really big hug with your hands around their neck because it is the holidays and because you like to eat and to drink because it is the holidays and because you like to run…a lot.

Moments of relaxation and the cat who makes you sit still and enjoy them. I plan to do just that today after I run a 10K and get Thing 1 and Thing 2 into the oven.

Happy Thanksgiving y’all!