Friday, March 27, 2015

{#sol15} painted toes 27/31


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My mom promised me a date to get a pedicure while she was visiting.  A little early birthday treat for my toes to be ready for what we thought was spring.  We've been going, going, going all week.  There really hasn't been a moment that the two of us could get away.  I suggested that we bring the girls with us.

I called a new nail salon in town in the morning.  They had two openings for us right away.  I happened to ask how much a kiddie pedicure cost.  A reasonable $15 ... times two, of course.  I thought since my mom was treating me, I'd treat my girls to their first salon pedicure. 

Once we arrived, we were the only ones in the salon and four ladies were ready and waiting for us.  We were directed to pick out our nail color of choice.  It didn't take the girls long to pick out a perfect purple for their toes.  Grandma and I picked out our shades of purple as well.  We walked over to the big chairs and the girls were in awe.

P. had no issues adjusting to her new surroundings.  She climbed up in the chair and was ready for this new experience.  She was all smiles.  

M. wasn't quite as sure.  She watched me as I rolled up my pant legs and dipped my feet into the big bowl of warm water.  She slowly followed my lead.  

I told M., "Relax.  This is special.  Listen to the soft music and enjoy while we get pampered."

A smile crept across her face.  

The girls then provided a play-by-play of everything that was happening to each of us.  From scrubbing to trimming to filing to purple lotion to toe separators -- and everything in between -- until all forty BIG and little toes were painted purple.

As we waited for our pretty purple toes to dry, M. looked at me with a sense of urgency, wiggled her fingers at me, and asked, "Mom, what about our finger nails?"

"Not this time, honey," I winked and whispered in response.

On the way home, the girls continued to gush about their first nail salon experience.  Then M. quickly asked, "Mommy, does Daddy know about our toes?"

I laughed, "Not yet."

"Can we tell him?" she questioned.   

"Of course!  You have to show him your purple toes!" I have been known to tell them that "this" is our little secret.  I guess she was just checking.

After we arrived home, M. took a photo of her freshly painted
purple toes with the iPad! They were HUGE on the screen!

I'm not sure if introducing my almost-five year old daughters to the nail salon was a good idea or not ... but P. already requested that we return to the nail salon for aqua toes before their Frozen birthday party in May.

Oh boy.  

Or shall I say, oh girls ...

The final product: Our varying shades of purple toes.
Grandma wrote about our adventure too! Click HERE to read!

Thursday, March 26, 2015

{#sol15} stories 26/31


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Yesterday was a busy day full of slicing story opportunities ...

A trip to the big city 
to visit the quaint Apollo Theatre 
to watch the phenomenal Elephant & Piggie Show.
Impressed with the production!


A trip to the local library
to pick up more Elephant & Piggie books
to reread, remember the show, and laugh again.
Disappointed with no books available!


A trip to The Tap House Grill
to have a dinner date night out
to connect and talk life with my hubby.
Satisfied with sharing a delicious meal (and dessert).


A trip to Feed My Starving Children
to volunteer with our church family
to pack meals to nourish hungry children.
Fulfilled with helping in a little way.


A trip to my comfortable bed
to thinking about all the memories
to dream about our busy, exciting day.
Relaxed with sleep even without a slice written for today.

Yesterday was a busy day full of slicing story opportunities ... 

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I would highly recommend the Elephant & Piggie Show!  It was amazingly fantastic and entertaining.  Elephant & Piggie and their books came to life on stage -- singing, dancing, and lots of laughing!



Wednesday, March 25, 2015

{#sol15} confident together 25/31


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I decided to take the girls to a free "give hockey a try" skate yesterday.  Usually, I'm on the sidelines, helping the girls lace up and encourage as Daddy hops on skates to skate around with them. Yesterday was my day on the ice.  Grandma and Grandpa participated in the sideline duty.

My daughters now attack the ice with no fear.  Slip and slide and glide on the ice.  A few falls, but no tears any more.  We've learned to get right back up and try again.  Falling is just a part of skating.

I awkwardly made my way onto the ice, joking with my girls that I would need assistance as they skated around me.  I now understand why it's important to try new activities early on in life when fear has not fully taken over the brain.  I managed to skate a little and stand around lots.

The girls skated, hit the pucks around, raced across the ice, hung onto the side boards popping up and down showing their smiles above the glass, tried to push each other around on the chair on the ice, and took frequent breaks off the ice to check in with Momma, Grandma and Grandpa.  

 I stayed on the ice for less than twenty minutes.  My feet started to hurt. 

And they didn't need me anymore.  They are confident together.


Tuesday, March 24, 2015

{#sol15} loving hands 24/31


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A day with 
Grandma and Grandpa means
an extra set of loving hands

Lots of conversations
and funny replies

Playing a variety of games
and then more games

 Grandpa's magic trick
and yoga poses with Grandma

Helping around the house
with dishes and laundry

Cleaning up after a yogurt spill
with extra love and patience

Distractions away from Momma
so she can sneak away upstairs

Phone calls and email responding
made in peace and quiet 

Playing on Grandma's Kindle
or practicing crocheting again

Extra smiles and laughing
with lots of hugs and kisses

An extra set of loving hands
Is a day with 
Grandma and Grandpa



Monday, March 23, 2015

{#sol15} ingenious 23/31


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I flipped through the photos on my phone and one caught my eye.  I laughed to myself, remembering this story.

You see, a couple weekends ago, the weather warmed up and it was time to remove all things winter. 

My husband was busy working outside taking down the Christmas lights and folding up the multiple blow-up decorations that were once buried under all the snow.  

M. and I were busy locating every snowman, snowflake, and anything else that reminded us of winter around the house.   We made a pile that we eventually carried upstairs to put away until next winter into the walk-in attic.  

P. wanted something to do, but she did not want to put on her shoes and head outside to help her Daddy.  She also didn't want to help us on our snowman hunt inside the house. 

"Mommy, will you play the card game with me?" she asked.

"Honey, not right now.  Let me finish collecting all the snowmen.  Maybe in a little bit, okay?"

"Okay," she sadly replied.

"Did you ask M. if she wanted to play?"  I yelled to her.

"No!  I don't want to play! I'm finding snowmen!" M. answered.

P. walked into the playroom.  After about ten minutes, she was still quiet.  I went to go check on her and found her playing WAR ...




... with her buddy, Olaf.  She was content and happily playing.

"Hey, can I play now?" I asked P.

"No thanks.  Olaf is playing with me,"  P. informed me.

I quickly snapped the picture and showed my husband.  He laughed then wondered, "Is this a parent fail?" 

I told him, "No, signs of being independent and ingenious!"


Sunday, March 22, 2015

{#sol15} another bike ride 22/31


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Only the second day of spring
and it was chillier than we wished.
Yet we enjoyed the sunshine
and the cool breeze
all before a blast of winter
reappears in another day.

Another trail-a-bike ride
through the forest preserve
much farther than we've gone before.
We pushed and pedaled together
up, up, up and down hills
around the many ponds.

It was a workout with the
extra weight of the girls
even though I wanted to complain
I pushed forward and enjoyed
hearing every muscle scream 
over the eleven mile trek.



And the girls were biking rock stars
pedaling more than ever
almost "running out of energy"
wanting to just turn around
but. kept. on. going.
because of the promise.

The promise of a stop on our
way back home on the trail
at the aqua blue park
where all their energy was
instantly renewed once 
we arrived to play.

A perfect bike ride before
winter briefly returns
and the bikes will be 
forced to hide in waiting until
the sunshine and cool breeze returns,
and we all slept a little better last night.







Saturday, March 21, 2015

{#sol15} except maybe 21/31


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Spring has officially arrived
along with a much needed break.
Nine days of really no big plans
except maybe ...

Nine days of really no big plans 
except maybe
a weeklong visit of laughing and playing
with Grandma and Grandpa.

Nine days of really no big plans 
except maybe
a scheduled hair therapy appointment
to feel fresh and new again.

Nine days of really no big plans
except maybe
a visit (or two) to the public library
for books, crafts, and a puppet show.

Nine days of really no big plans
except maybe
a trip to the big city to see 

Nine days of really no big plans
except maybe
a date with my mom to get
our toes painted pretty.

Nine days of really no big plans
except maybe
one day for just me to probably 
do some catch up schoolwork ... or not.

Nine days of really no big plans
except maybe
a little birthday celebration 
with family and double chocolate cake.

Spring has officially arrived
along with a much needed break.
Nine days of really no big plans
except maybe ...

Friday, March 20, 2015

{#sol15} perception 20/31


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Last night after dinner, we all just wanted to relax and have a movie night.

M. was not having it.  She's my busy body and wants to be doing and going and moving.

"How about .... we go for a bike ride?"  She suggested with a smile and a laugh because she didn't think we would go for it.

"That sounds like a great idea!  Let's just hop on the bikes, go around the block for a quick ride, and then relax!" I agreed.

She gave me a surprised look, and then Daddy and P. quickly agreed as well.  We were out the door in minutes and then second guessed our decision.  It was a bit colder than we expected, but we agreed to get some fresh air and a little movement.  

We rode around the big block by our house that goes all the way around the village hall and community center building.  As we were passing the front of the building, there were some younger middle school girls out front, probably waiting for a ride.

Daddy and P. were in front of us and I heard the girls say something to each other that I couldn't quite decipher, pointed and then they laughed.  

M. and I rode by and there was more laughing.  I turned my ear their way wondering what might be said next.  There were more words.  I couldn't understand, but it was definitely about us.

My only guess is that they liked our cool trail-a-bikes or thought the girls looked cute.  That's what we usually hear when we are out and about.  I wasn't going to make it a big deal in my mind because I wouldn't have done anything about it anyway ...

 ... until not even five seconds later I heard, "Mommy?  I think those girls laughed at me.  Why did they laugh at me?"

My heart. just. broke.  My busy body girl is also sensitive.

"Oh, no, honey, they weren't laughing at you.  I heard them laughing too and I think they just really liked our bikes and thought you guys looked cute riding on them."  I wanted to validate her feelings and her perception of the situation.  But  I held my breath. 

"Oh.  I heard them laughing and looking ..."   

As a mother, I had not experienced that feeling before of my almost five year old daughter feeling self-conscious or inadequate or different.  Or just being laughed at without knowing why.

I'm going to need to build up my repertoire of responses because one day it will happen for real.  One day her feelings will be hurt and I need her to know to be strong and know who she is.

I just wasn't ready for it yet ...   




Thursday, March 19, 2015

{#sol15} today 19/31


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today: i need to breathe

today: another busy-overwhelming-never-enough-time-except-to-create-piles kind of day
want to be: in quiet {by myself} reading, writing, or napping
blessings: health, happiness and my God who gives me grace
thinking: about my to-do list that multiplies with every completion
planning:  for relaxation {and catch up} over spring break in just two days 
writing: snippets of life for nineteen days and counting
loving:  my baby girls more and more each day that are growing up before my eyes 
grateful: for friends in my church small group and prayer

and today {again}: i need to remind myself to breathe.  just breathe.

My OLW 2015: Made with VanillaPen
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"It's a single print out of the busy cycle of life, a pause, a way to plan, 
and to remember to breathe in the midst of the everyday." 


Wednesday, March 18, 2015

{#sol15} Morning Time 18/31


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One of my favorite moments of the day  is kissing my two sleeping beauties goodnight. 

However, the early morning wake up is a different story ... and there are two sides to this story.  

Take for example, yesterday morning.   I heard the click of the girls' bedroom door.  I didn't even open my eyes because I know the routine.

P. sauntered into our bedroom, usually with one or two fluffy friends in hand.  She gently touched my back and whispered, "Mommy?"  

I barely mumbled a "Yes, baby?"

"Can I snuggle in the big bed?" She whispered again.

My response always depends on the numbers glowing on the clock.  

Sometimes I don't know what time it is.  I can't see the clock across the room without my glasses.  I'll have her read the numbers to me.  Sometimes I have to verify, so I slip on my glasses to see the time.

Sometimes I know what time it is.  I have already been up once (or twice) to press the snooze button quiet.  I know that I need to get moving because it will soon be their time to wake up.  But I wait.  Just five more minutes.

If it is close to wake up time, I allow her to climb up and snuggle in the big bed.  Daddy is already up working out or doing paperwork.  He likes to rise early, so there is always room for P.  She climbed up in bed and drifted back to sleep as I slipped out of bed to take my shower.  By the time I returned to my bedroom, she had disappeared.  I then heard her bedroom door open.

"Look Mommy," she said as she twirled in the hallway with a little smile.

"Oh, you still have your jammies on?" I asked, already spying her little secret.  P. decided to sneak back into her room and quietly get dressed for the day.  She started taking off her pajamas to reveal her clothes underneath.

"Oh, you tricked me! Look at you all dressed and ready to go!  What about your sister?  Did she wake up yet?" I said loudly with hopes to stir a little body from bed.  I peered into their bedroom.

"Good morning! Rise and shine!" I sang.

Nothing.  M. was still snuggled under her big blankets.  Eyes closed.  Still dreaming sweet dreams.  Probably wishing she could "snooze" me.

Future school mornings flashed before my eyes:  One up excited for the day like her Daddy.   The other a slow moving sleepy head.  

What can I do?  That's how I roll out of bed wake up in the morning.  And I make it work.