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A Grove Co. Giveaway You Won’t Want To Miss
Don’t you think Grove Collaborative is a much prettier name than ePantry? I do! (Although Berg says he thinks ePantry is better – more practical. More literal. Which makes sense as that eleven year old is one of the most literal human beings I’ve ever met.) But you know what? I like the name to be pretty just like I like my soaps and sprays to look pretty – and smell pretty too. I’m SO excited for you guys about this giveaway. It’s ALL of my favorites. Seriously. ALL of them. Look at that pack of beautiful goodness. (And you don’t have to choose the lavender scent, but I mean,…
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my date with mosely, good things are coming
Hi friends. This weekend the weather has been my favorite. A pleasant sort of warmth. A breezy sort of breeze. Pollen low and skies clear. Mosely and I sauntered off to enjoy her Christmas gift date – tickets to see The Sound of Music. (Best Christmas gift idea ever – by the way. I’ve enjoyed four incredible dates to events I’ve really wanted to see too – with people I really like seeing them with. Only one date left to go!) Mosely had gotten a snazzy new short haircut the day before (we have the best hairdresser!) and she looked so cute. Our seats were pretty much as far back…
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Five Finds Friday (23) (weddings & grandpa & big feet)
FUNNY I am certain that I declare this far too often. However. Here I go again. I think my kids are genuinely funny people. This week we wrapped up our science chapter about Uranus and Neptune. (It was a very short chapter because, who actually cares about these planets?) The science book suggested that the kids create a mini play about the two young siblings who first discovered Uranus. The kids immediately asked, “Can we do a video instead?” I mean, I was probably not even going to require the completion of the book’s suggestion as it would be the shortest play ever. But I said yes to the video,…
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honestly.
I think I’m going to take the phrase “I’m just going to be honest” out of my vernacular. And then I am going to just be honest without announcing it.
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just run on sentences and nonsense over here.
Some nights your internet goes out for about seven hours due to some “scheduled outage in your area”. Some nights you stay up far too late (just like in your college days) chatting with an old friend. Some days your words are a little too used up and your jokes are a little too inappropriate and you just shut the screen down and walk away, no post for the day, and accept it for what it is. Some nights your eyes close for too many minutes in between the sentences. Those are the perfect times for random blog entries of bits and flotsam and maybe this post would best be…
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Eleven. (Say it ain’t so.)
He is such an easy boy to love. Known for his entire first year of life as The Model Citizen, Bergen Hawkeye has been charming my heart for eleven solid years now. I’ve written about him tons and tons of times. The funny things he says and his kind manners and his all boy not-enough-fear adventures. I love being his momma. “For your birthday son, what would you like to do?” And he says, “Play Legos with my friends.” Done. And done. (Talk about your low key birthday parties.) Bergen is handsome. He’s smart. (A mom can say these things about her boy.) He knows more about space and robots…
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Five Finds Friday (22) (buffs & cute hairstyles for my girls & extra photos)
FUNNY What my ten-year-old reads for pleasure. Some kids outgrow their mom in height by the sixth grade. My kid is going to outgrow his mom in brains by the sixth grade. FASHIONABLE Probably because of my die hard, long term commitment to the television show Survivor, I was introduced years ago to the buff. The buff is headwear that serves many many purposes. Some use it as a headband. Some use it as a beanie. Some as a neck warmer. Few use it as a tube top. I use it as my favorite head wrap for camping, sleep too late to shower days and just don’t feel like dealing…
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Losing Time: The Cost of Spontaneity This Week
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finding the scrapbooks
I think I’m going to blame Riley. She wants to have a yard sale in the front yard. (I strongly dislike yard sales. Having them, at least. They never seem to make enough money to justify the time spent organizing and the time spent standing outside your house for one whole day and the time spent taking every leftover thing to the thrift store after you finish wasting your entire day not selling it all.) However. Her idea for a yard sale made me think I should go through a closet or two and that led me to unearthing the bags full of scrapbooks. Actual scrapbooks. Books made with sticky…
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Beyond Wildwood: The Ranch (Tuesday)
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An Ode To Ryder
O Fluffy Walking Rug, you are always underfoot, nearby and keenly aware of our Comings & Goings. You like car rides, chasing presidential cats and chewing wooden blocks. When we come back home after a short excursion there is neither creature nor man who has ever greeted us more enthusiastically. I wish chickens were boring to you and I wish your beard never got dirty. I wish your barks were silenced after midnight and you never got car sick. But I’ve seldom loved a dog as I love you. I like your hairy face, gentle eyes and companionable silence. The way your dog eyes watch…
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probably too late.
Most nights my eight-year-old shares the bed with me. (I know what we all think about this. But only one child sharing the bed is a vast improvement over this time last year, when all five were sharing the same square footage. She’ll transition to her own bed permanently eventually I feel almost certain.) At any rate, there she was, lying in bed and watching me through the open door at the bathroom sink. I was looking in the mirror, applying night cream to my face. “Oh, are you still trying to put cream on Mommy?” she asked, her voice all sweet and interested. “Yes. I am. What do you…
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Three Truths To Tell My Child, For When They Feel Sad
Some days one or more of my children falls under a funk. A chunk of reality, coupled with a burst of hormonal fluctuation, and the bottom drops out and a stormy sea rocks their world. I understand. I have felt the heavy burden and I have been subdued under its trance and I was twelve once and I understand lonely and fear still wants to be my friend and our world is very very full of both real and imagined dangers and disappointments. I’ve sat by their tear stained pillows and held their still tender hands and I’ve cried tears as they’ve cried tears. I imagine it is a scene…
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Five Finds Friday (21) (strawberry suggestions, a hilarious video, great shoes and a movie review)
FUNNY Tripp and Tyler have a new video. It’s very funny – because it’s kind of true sort of. (Also – there’s a great cameo in there by a surprise celebrity!) (Another also. What does it say about me that I have zero point of reference for who Rayvon Owen is? As in – I have never heard his name before.) Anyway. You should watch it because you will laugh. And I don’t know any day that couldn’t be made better with more laughter. (I’m particularly fond of Tyler’s very deep v-neck and the name of the client on the phone in the last shot.) FASHIONABLE In our family we…
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don’t call my son the man of the house
Please don’t call my ten-year-old son “the man of the house”. He is not. Currently – we simply have no man of the house. And that’s terrible. Tragic. Not right. Wrong. Not the plan. Incorrect. Broken. But all of those truths do not make my ten-year-old son anything except a ten-year-old boy. He is not more a man now. He is not a grown up. He is not capable of bearing the weight of being the “man of the house”. I don’t want that for him. I want him to be a ten-year-old boy. I want him to think about starting fires outside at the fire pit. I want him…
