Rosa Jane and I were admist our own love fest today leaving Target. I asked, "Do you love me a little bit or a lot, Rosa Jane?"
Her reply, "I love you BIG."
Oh, and that just melts my heart. We've got this kid on our hands that lives BIG. Is there a better way to live really? I just don't think so...
Monday, March 31
Sunday, March 30
Red loves Purple
And Rosa Jane loves both. After church today we went to the Little Buckaroo's craft event benefitting the American Cancer Society.
Down with cancer. Up with face paint and purple eyebrows.
Down with cancer. Up with face paint and purple eyebrows.
Scary Business
This week has been trying. For several weeks now RJ has had trouble gagging and choking at meals. I couldn't figure out what gives. After a couple of really frightening experiences, I decided to take her to the good doctor.
The doctor pointed out that Rosa Jane's two-year upper molars are coming in. I guess they were hurting her so much that she wasn't chewing as well as she should. That would explain why she kept saying, "I no like it!"
She was following the recipe of swallow-and-choke method of eating. And we all know that ain't no way to breathe. So, I'm chopping up her food into tiny over-protective particles and not taking any chances.
I think I told y'all a friend of mine from high school lost his two year old to a choked-on grape. I know good and well that any attempt of trying to control every situation and every possible outcome will never work and be plain exhausting, but thinking briefly that the good Lord was trying to take my kid... well, I just couldn't hack it and had to do something.
I'm glad we went to the doctor, I don't think I would have come up with the simple, common sense answer of teething on my own.
Why IS that?
I LOVE this kid. Keep breathing and shining, little one. Keep breathing and shining.
The doctor pointed out that Rosa Jane's two-year upper molars are coming in. I guess they were hurting her so much that she wasn't chewing as well as she should. That would explain why she kept saying, "I no like it!"
She was following the recipe of swallow-and-choke method of eating. And we all know that ain't no way to breathe. So, I'm chopping up her food into tiny over-protective particles and not taking any chances.
I think I told y'all a friend of mine from high school lost his two year old to a choked-on grape. I know good and well that any attempt of trying to control every situation and every possible outcome will never work and be plain exhausting, but thinking briefly that the good Lord was trying to take my kid... well, I just couldn't hack it and had to do something.
I'm glad we went to the doctor, I don't think I would have come up with the simple, common sense answer of teething on my own.
Why IS that?
I LOVE this kid. Keep breathing and shining, little one. Keep breathing and shining.
Tuesday, March 25
Finally Uploaded
Some funny pictures of running this way and that way and overall being happy go-lucky preschoolers on spring break on the lake. Ah, such is the good life: all you really need is to put on your puddle jumpin' shoes.
Check out the set on Flickr.
Check out the set on Flickr.
Monday, March 24
The cost of things
Brett wants the CRAB and all the spidermans. Too bad Granddad was doing the negotiating and ended up costing Brett two spidermans to get his crab back.
Originally uploaded by ..Kristen...
Six Easy Steps for an Easter to Remember.
Step 1: Allow your kid to eat her weight in sugar just prior to having to sit still and quiet during a rural Texas church service.Nothing can contain Rosa Jane's tickle box being overturned by silly cousin Brett, also on noted sugar high.
Step 2: Let the Easter Bunny bring Brett a plastic crab, but tell him to watch out, because "RJ will step on it if given the opportunity!"
Step 3: Allow kids to roam the egg hunt playing field without permission to pick up said eggs in attempt to occupy children while lunch is being prepared.
Step 4: Allow the adults to indulge in wine, the best handmade/homemade Kibbe ever and leave the kids alone in the other room with scissors.
Step 5:After the eggs are hunted up, and the count is on for how many precious spiderman eggs Brett has in his possession, let Granddad be the arbitrator between Brett and RJ. "How about one spiderman egg for your Crab, Brett?" Happiness for oh, about 15 seconds. See attached pictures.
Step 6: Let Granddad renegotiate the crab/spiderman ratio for Brett. This time he says, "Rosa Jane, will you take TWO spiderman eggs for the crab?" Rosa Jane is no dummy. She knows spidermans are worth way more than some silly crab and now she has two!
Poor Brett, on the other hand, just can't be pleased. Despite the lovely lock of hair he cut from Rosa Jane when no one was looking.
Wednesday, March 19
Beautiful
Sunday night dinner with friends makes the quickly approaching Monday morning go down easier. Perhaps it's like a spoonful of sugar helping the medicine go down. Either way, we had a wonderful time at Sophia's and Rosa Jane wailed like we've never seen her do before when it was time to go.
Check out the pictures... there's even one of RJ "looking pretty dumb with her finger and her thumb in the shape of an L on her forehead!"
Check out the pictures... there's even one of RJ "looking pretty dumb with her finger and her thumb in the shape of an L on her forehead!"
Spring Break with a Teenager
inflicting pain from unusual poses makes for real fun photographs.
Originally uploaded by ..Kristen...
Check out the fun.
Friday, March 14
Happy! Happy! Joy! Joy! I spied a bluebonnet!
As if you really needed one more tiny reason to be fired up for life.
Here is reason #1,000,459,366:
It's bluebonnet time in Texis! Grab yer boots and cowboy hat and get to frollicking!!
Here is reason #1,000,459,366:
It's bluebonnet time in Texis! Grab yer boots and cowboy hat and get to frollicking!!
the girls
we went on a little hike today. just the girls and me and the trusty camera. we had so so much fun listening for birds and running as fast as we could. towards the end, i heard the magic words, "i'm tired!"
hahaha so they had great naps and i got to work on the computer. my most favorite!
i didn't have the courage to put these behind the lock and key. they're public. i'll probably make the rest of the photos on flickr public, too. i just like sharing too much.
enjoy and watch out for turtles!!
hahaha so they had great naps and i got to work on the computer. my most favorite!
i didn't have the courage to put these behind the lock and key. they're public. i'll probably make the rest of the photos on flickr public, too. i just like sharing too much.
enjoy and watch out for turtles!!
Thursday, March 13
If you like hopping two year olds, you'll love this video.
It's so very elusive to get a two year old to act natural on video. I've so been wanting to get her singing along with Smashmouth's All Star because it is one of the little things that makes me so happy... hearing her sing, "she was lookin' kinda dumb with her finger and her thumb in the shape of an L on her forehead" at least her version in toddler-speak. so last night after dinner she requested some dance time to her favorite song and I thought it would be the perfect time to catch a tiger by its toe. I didn't get her singing as much as she usually does, but this hopping bit is purdy hilarious and she does sing my favorite line. So enjoy my friends.
This is Funny. Kinda from obkb2000 on Vimeo.
This is Funny. Kinda from obkb2000 on Vimeo.
lesson for the day
today, at school drop off, i asked rj's teacher what she loves the most about working with this age group. i asked her because there is a sincere part of me that would adore working with children all day. she hesitated and kinda looked at me like i was crazy for even asking the question. she said it was a hard age because there are so many in the group and she feels like she's changing diapers all day. and there's no changing table because 2.5 - 3yrs are supposed to be toilet trained so that makes diapering an unnecessary challenge. or maybe i should step up RJ's toilet training so she's not so much of a burden.
regardless of what i can do at home, it made me sad that she said that... instead of thinking of their faces, she's thinking about their asses. but then she did add that she had some fun interactions with them.
don't be thinking about the asses, people. there will never be joy in asses.
go forth and prosper!
regardless of what i can do at home, it made me sad that she said that... instead of thinking of their faces, she's thinking about their asses. but then she did add that she had some fun interactions with them.
don't be thinking about the asses, people. there will never be joy in asses.
go forth and prosper!
Wednesday, March 12
Pictures for Friends and Family Only
All this freedom of public photo sharing has been real fun, but as of late I've received some sketchy email requests from people who want to use my images for their own means. My only response is to take all my images and put them under lock and key. You can still see them, you'll just have to create a flickr/yahoo account if you don't already have one, and then you'll have to ask to be my friend. When I recognize you, you'll be added to my list and will be able to see all my cards. Sorry for the inconvenience, but a girl's gotta do, what a girl's gotta do.
brett, you're funny!
i have the best husband in the whole world. he's allowing me to change up the rooms in the house. how exciting is that?! thank you, everybody!!!
also, today I was shown what true love is. well, reminded. there are always reminders everywhere.
my cool cat city friend autumn invited us to the dog park with her & her clan -- two pups and two girls. people were kind to say hank is "so alert" while playing frisbee. there are no two ways about it. the dog is MANIC about the frisbee. totally fixated. and won't ever give up. so we're throwing and throwing the frisbee and then i decide to throw it in the lake. oops. it starts to sink and hank is pretty much ignorant when it comes to deep water and frisbee-love, so he's pacing looking for it. i'm ready to call it a wash. let's move on, people. nothing to see here. but sweet friend autumn rolls up her sleeves and pant legs and wades into the ice cold water to get my stupid dog's frisbee back.
i needed my camera. this was love in action.
i've sensed this same love from my own mother towards hank bob speckled pants. the woman has no love for dogs, but somehow he still gets embroidered towels with his name on them from her on Christmas day.
so lots of love happening everywhere from all angles. from the love remembered on our anniversary to right now in this moment.
this is a grand and magical life. i am so pleased to be a part of it. thank you.
Tuesday, March 11
RJ the Train Rider
Fun times on a train! Check out the rest of the pictures. RJ is really growing like a weed. She sings "All Star" all the time. Today I was teaching her to sing Cheap Trick's "I want You to want me. Didn't I, Didn't I, didn't I see you cryin'?" You should hear her sing it. It's purdy darn cute.let's go down to the river to pray
This is Richland in all it's glory. We arrived just in time for sunset and a delicious fried shrimp dinner. Sunday we took off for Palestine and a train ride on The Little Blue Engine That Could. It all depends on how you think.I think I can. I think I can. I think I can.
Monday, March 10
Silence isn't golden
For those of you who are addicted to Kristen's inspiring words and photos, this has to be a tough time. She and the Peanut are spending a few days with Aunt C, having some lakeside fun. It's exceedingly quiet at the Roedner Ranch. Even Hanky, who keeps good distance from me most days, keeps trying to get into my lap. Like I say, exceedingly quiet.
Have courage, Kristen fans. She will be back and reconnected to the Information Superhighway on Wednesday...
Have courage, Kristen fans. She will be back and reconnected to the Information Superhighway on Wednesday...
Thursday, March 6
friends again
We hadn't spent time with Kate and Amy in a long, long time. It was a long time overdue and lots of fun.
Happy Belated Birthday, Amy!
Love, all your friends at the Roedner Ranch.
Wednesday, March 5
Monday, March 3
Happy Engagement Anniversary!!
Seven years ago on a fateful night, Sweet Donr asked for my hand in marriage. Tonight we celebrate with chinese take out. Tonight's fortune?
When the moment comes, take the first one from the right.
Sunday, March 2
Wednesday, February 27
Schooled in the Boot Store
Two weekends ago Diana from Seattle came to the Ranch to play and work. She taught me so much and helped me to see more clearly. As a treat to her and all our guests, we like to take them down to South Congress or SoCo as people in the Know call it to browse a little piece of Heaven on earth in a store called Allen's Boots. You've never seen so many gorgeous boots in your whole entire life. Sometimes a pair will grab hold of you and will refuse to let go.
Diana was supposed to be the one to buy boots. I didn't go in thinking I needed boots, but after being at a wedding over the weekend where these classic Texas women wore boots dressed up, I will acknowledge there was a slight need in my life for black boots. I found these fun boots that looked like they had little flowers on them, but it was really the design of the lizard skin. Art is life.
I was getting ready to put them back because there were lots of reasons in my mind NOT to get them. One, there are other things I need like a new computer and always another camera lens, not to mention our older daughter's college education to pay off. I have my priorities straight. Two, the color was something I thought I'd never in a million years own: a two-toned boot, nevermind that it was double-whammy white! But Don came over and told me I had to have them. That I'd come back next time and they'd be gone and they are really perfect for me.
That's when it was time to look around the store at my accomplices (Don, Rosa Jane and Diana) and count on my hand all the times I thought I'd never do/be a part of something and life wonderful life turned out blissfully to the contrary:
1. I never thought I'd married an older man, just ask Seebug how much Hell I gave her for marrying a cute boy a mere 8 years older.
2. I never thought we'd get pregnant. Well, after months that added up to years and years of trying, I never thought we'd get pregnant. Maybe that's why when we did finally affirm (to my credit, I did take two pregnancies test upon suspect, but both came up negative) we were pregnant we were already 20 weeks along. Bliss that we were halfway done and we didn't even know it! Never mind the fear we live in NOW, knowing that we could get pregnant! Ha! My, my how quickly the tables turn!
3. I never thought my friend Diana from Boston who moved to Seattle would make it down to visit us. Sometimes as much as you love a friend, you can't help but think that wish of coming to visit is nothing more in reality than a pipe dream.
Three for three. I think it's time to recalibrate. So I listened to Don and I am grateful for the extra push. I know boots don't make the girl and I know true happiness lies within, but damn, it sure it nice to don some sweet-looking boots that make me giddy happy and will for years to come, even if they are two-toned white. Maybe that's the funniest part of all.
Diana was supposed to be the one to buy boots. I didn't go in thinking I needed boots, but after being at a wedding over the weekend where these classic Texas women wore boots dressed up, I will acknowledge there was a slight need in my life for black boots. I found these fun boots that looked like they had little flowers on them, but it was really the design of the lizard skin. Art is life.
I was getting ready to put them back because there were lots of reasons in my mind NOT to get them. One, there are other things I need like a new computer and always another camera lens, not to mention our older daughter's college education to pay off. I have my priorities straight. Two, the color was something I thought I'd never in a million years own: a two-toned boot, nevermind that it was double-whammy white! But Don came over and told me I had to have them. That I'd come back next time and they'd be gone and they are really perfect for me.
That's when it was time to look around the store at my accomplices (Don, Rosa Jane and Diana) and count on my hand all the times I thought I'd never do/be a part of something and life wonderful life turned out blissfully to the contrary:
1. I never thought I'd married an older man, just ask Seebug how much Hell I gave her for marrying a cute boy a mere 8 years older.
2. I never thought we'd get pregnant. Well, after months that added up to years and years of trying, I never thought we'd get pregnant. Maybe that's why when we did finally affirm (to my credit, I did take two pregnancies test upon suspect, but both came up negative) we were pregnant we were already 20 weeks along. Bliss that we were halfway done and we didn't even know it! Never mind the fear we live in NOW, knowing that we could get pregnant! Ha! My, my how quickly the tables turn!
3. I never thought my friend Diana from Boston who moved to Seattle would make it down to visit us. Sometimes as much as you love a friend, you can't help but think that wish of coming to visit is nothing more in reality than a pipe dream.
Three for three. I think it's time to recalibrate. So I listened to Don and I am grateful for the extra push. I know boots don't make the girl and I know true happiness lies within, but damn, it sure it nice to don some sweet-looking boots that make me giddy happy and will for years to come, even if they are two-toned white. Maybe that's the funniest part of all.
Monday, February 25
Roses are red
We love to get invites to eat and meet new friends!Check out the pics from Autumn's house last night.
Good times and lollipops after dark!
Friday, February 22
I'm Ready to Throw Down
any one that would like to compare Oprah to the devil. I listen to her XM radio program whenever it is possible and always learn something new and insightful. Over the last several months I have picked up books that have greatly affected my life and my point of view. I am eternally grateful. I am a Christian and I try to live my life as Christ has taught, but I have always struggled with that. I never could get a grasp on how and would always get distracted by worldly things -- be it the person that just cut me off in traffic, or the rudeness of a fellow customer at the grocery store, etc, let alone my constant companion inside my head with negative self-attacks. I just couldn't let stuff go. But now, thanks to the Power of Now, I am realizing that all my internal thoughts are just my ego doing it's best to "Edge God Out," as Dr. Wayne Dyer put it so eloquently. Oprah is starting an online night class Monday nights in March and I can't wait to participate. I hope you'll join it, too. It really is going to create A New Earth with those that are spiritually enlightened. Down with the ego. Up with Oprah and Living your Best Life here on Earth where there's enough love from God through Jesus to make the world go around.
Here's a photo of my inspired reading these days. Pick up these books and change your life TODAY!
Here's a photo of my inspired reading these days. Pick up these books and change your life TODAY!
I'm on My Way to Making New Mistakes
I'm on My Way
I'm on my way from misery to happiness today
I'm on my way from misery to happiness today
I'm on my way to what I want from this world
And years from now you'll make it to the next world
And everything that you receive up yonder
Is what you gave to me the day I wandered
I took a right, I took a right turning yesterday
I took a right, I took a right turning yesterday
I took the road that brought me to your home town
I took the bus to streets that I could walk down
I walked the streets to find the one I'd looked for
I climbed the stair that led me to your front door
And now that I don't want for anthing
I'd have Al Jolson sing "I'm sitting on top of the world"
I'll do my best, I'll do my best to do the best I can
I'll do my best, I'll do my best to do the best I can
To keep my feet from jumping from the ground dear
To keep my heart from jumping through my mouth dear
To keep the past, the past and not the present
To try and learn when you teach me a lesson
And now that I don't want for anything
I'd have Al Joison sing "I'm sitting on top of the world".
= The Proclaimers ala SHREK's soundtrack
Tears and love and stating that I've learned an important lesson. She really wasn't like the other girls. I have to remember that. So let February be the month of love and March be the month of return to old schedules, peace and tranquility.
I am AMAZED by the calmness in my head as I live in the moment during the morning routine and usual craziness to get out the door on time. When I live in the moment of "What do I need next? Oh yeah, RJ's shoes... Let's go get them! Now what? Oh yeah, breakfast. Let's go get it! Now what, and so on and so forth" I have actually been in my car 10 minutes ahead of schedule. Can you believe that? Frantic stress of thinking of a million and one things makes you LATE, while just living aware, makes you early or on time. I choose to live in the moment any day, but especially today!
I'm on my way from misery to happiness today
I'm on my way from misery to happiness today
I'm on my way to what I want from this world
And years from now you'll make it to the next world
And everything that you receive up yonder
Is what you gave to me the day I wandered
I took a right, I took a right turning yesterday
I took a right, I took a right turning yesterday
I took the road that brought me to your home town
I took the bus to streets that I could walk down
I walked the streets to find the one I'd looked for
I climbed the stair that led me to your front door
And now that I don't want for anthing
I'd have Al Jolson sing "I'm sitting on top of the world"
I'll do my best, I'll do my best to do the best I can
I'll do my best, I'll do my best to do the best I can
To keep my feet from jumping from the ground dear
To keep my heart from jumping through my mouth dear
To keep the past, the past and not the present
To try and learn when you teach me a lesson
And now that I don't want for anything
I'd have Al Joison sing "I'm sitting on top of the world".
= The Proclaimers ala SHREK's soundtrack
Tears and love and stating that I've learned an important lesson. She really wasn't like the other girls. I have to remember that. So let February be the month of love and March be the month of return to old schedules, peace and tranquility.
I am AMAZED by the calmness in my head as I live in the moment during the morning routine and usual craziness to get out the door on time. When I live in the moment of "What do I need next? Oh yeah, RJ's shoes... Let's go get them! Now what? Oh yeah, breakfast. Let's go get it! Now what, and so on and so forth" I have actually been in my car 10 minutes ahead of schedule. Can you believe that? Frantic stress of thinking of a million and one things makes you LATE, while just living aware, makes you early or on time. I choose to live in the moment any day, but especially today!
Thursday, February 21
"I need all my Kids!"
Ever since Thanksgiving, Rosa Jane has been playing with the Little People Nativity scene Honey gave her. She calls all the people and animals "my kids" and often says, "I need all my kids!" To think of putting them away for the season seems like a torturous thing for a mother to do to her kid. Every day, Rosa Jane seems fixated on finding all her "wise mans."
From time to time, some evil mommy who shall remain nameless will come about in a flurry tossing everything this way and that way until all is put away jumbled, but out of sight.
On Sunday, Rosa Jane was looking for baby Jesus and sorting though a green basket twice as big as she is through all her favorite toys that she had forgotten she had. (Imagine that!) As she is sorting she is encircling herself in piles of favorites. I was like "oh, my goodness! that's EXACTLY what I do, when it comes to sorting out closets or my "in basket" or just about anything. Then I get overwhelmed by all my favorites being out in plain view so I quickly toss them back in the closet or basket and push and shove the door closed until next time I am brave enough to open the door. Then next time all my favorites will rain down on my head so I never forget them again. I don't recommend this to any one with a husband or roommate she loves. From the look on Donr's face, I know this to be a trying experience.
This is my great Ah Ha! moment. Let's see if I truly have the power to babystep towards change and actually do something with these so-called favorites.
From time to time, some evil mommy who shall remain nameless will come about in a flurry tossing everything this way and that way until all is put away jumbled, but out of sight.
On Sunday, Rosa Jane was looking for baby Jesus and sorting though a green basket twice as big as she is through all her favorite toys that she had forgotten she had. (Imagine that!) As she is sorting she is encircling herself in piles of favorites. I was like "oh, my goodness! that's EXACTLY what I do, when it comes to sorting out closets or my "in basket" or just about anything. Then I get overwhelmed by all my favorites being out in plain view so I quickly toss them back in the closet or basket and push and shove the door closed until next time I am brave enough to open the door. Then next time all my favorites will rain down on my head so I never forget them again. I don't recommend this to any one with a husband or roommate she loves. From the look on Donr's face, I know this to be a trying experience.
This is my great Ah Ha! moment. Let's see if I truly have the power to babystep towards change and actually do something with these so-called favorites.
Tuesday, February 19
All I Ever Really Needed to Know I Learned in Kindergarten
1. I could pay some handyman guy $200 to come to my house to "weatherstrip" my doors, or I could be proactive and close the already weatherstripped doors more tightly.
2. I could hire some boy to come help me train my too-smart-for-his-britches dog and become totally stressed out about not having the time to correct all my dog's bad behaviors in the moment and in effect create a MORE devilish dog, but ask yourself, as a mother of a crazy handful two year old daughter, WHY?
3. I could change up my schedule completely and drive myself over the edge insane with so much structure a girl like me can hardly breathe.
4. since I have foolishly spent money on the aforementioned disasters, bartering is my new way of life. In exchange for photographs, I now have deliciously and miraculously clean carpets -- look no further than Heaven's Best -- all you people out there. They cleaned out nasty cat stains that have been with the house forever (previous owners). I now have a personal decorator and confidant and inspirer. This woman, Alicia Autrey at Decoratorforhire.com has CHANGED my life, y'all! I bartered with my neighbor for her like-new stationary exercise bike and with Ms. Deborah for Kindermusik classes for my musically inclined daughter... and the list goes on and on! I mean Honey came to visit and gave us that Kitchen Aide Mixer we always wanted.
So I've learned some hard lessons since the beginning of 2008. I thank all those sweet people who have helped reassure me, wipe away my tears and encourage me to keep on a keeping on finding balance in my life. Motherhood is like walking on a tightrope. Sweet Donr is my catch net. Thank you, love.
Now, time to get back to "doing the right thing." I'm not so sure blogging counts, but it sure does help me clear my head.
2. I could hire some boy to come help me train my too-smart-for-his-britches dog and become totally stressed out about not having the time to correct all my dog's bad behaviors in the moment and in effect create a MORE devilish dog, but ask yourself, as a mother of a crazy handful two year old daughter, WHY?
3. I could change up my schedule completely and drive myself over the edge insane with so much structure a girl like me can hardly breathe.
4. since I have foolishly spent money on the aforementioned disasters, bartering is my new way of life. In exchange for photographs, I now have deliciously and miraculously clean carpets -- look no further than Heaven's Best -- all you people out there. They cleaned out nasty cat stains that have been with the house forever (previous owners). I now have a personal decorator and confidant and inspirer. This woman, Alicia Autrey at Decoratorforhire.com has CHANGED my life, y'all! I bartered with my neighbor for her like-new stationary exercise bike and with Ms. Deborah for Kindermusik classes for my musically inclined daughter... and the list goes on and on! I mean Honey came to visit and gave us that Kitchen Aide Mixer we always wanted.
So I've learned some hard lessons since the beginning of 2008. I thank all those sweet people who have helped reassure me, wipe away my tears and encourage me to keep on a keeping on finding balance in my life. Motherhood is like walking on a tightrope. Sweet Donr is my catch net. Thank you, love.
Now, time to get back to "doing the right thing." I'm not so sure blogging counts, but it sure does help me clear my head.
Wednesday, February 13
Like Mother Like Daughter
Well the years start coming and they don't stop coming,
Fed to the rules and I hit the ground running
Didn't make sense not to live for fun
Your brain gets smart but your head gets dumb
So much to do so much to see
So what's wrong with taking the back streets
You'll never know if you don't go
You'll never shine if you don't glow
- Smash Mouth
My two yr old has become fascinated with the big green ogre, Shrek. She loves the "All Star" theme song sung by Smashmouth. A couple of times we have been out and about and a serendipitous moment occurs -- the song blares in the background. RJ will say, "SHREK!!" When I listen intently, I concurr she is right.
I have always loved this song, too. It is such a positive song that it inspires me to "get my game on, go play!"
There are so many strong memories attached to this song, too. It reminds me of Nashville and laughing with Sally. It reminds me of Jackson Design and their inspired ad campaign that led to Spike and the gang. And my debut as a Cover girl, Rachel.
I think I love listening to what has become the shrek song as much as Rosa Jane does. She's started to sing along even when it is not playing.
The power of music to transport to another time and place is magical. I am happy to go along for the ride to my shining glory days and 15 minutes of fame.
Fed to the rules and I hit the ground running
Didn't make sense not to live for fun
Your brain gets smart but your head gets dumb
So much to do so much to see
So what's wrong with taking the back streets
You'll never know if you don't go
You'll never shine if you don't glow
- Smash Mouth
My two yr old has become fascinated with the big green ogre, Shrek. She loves the "All Star" theme song sung by Smashmouth. A couple of times we have been out and about and a serendipitous moment occurs -- the song blares in the background. RJ will say, "SHREK!!" When I listen intently, I concurr she is right.
I have always loved this song, too. It is such a positive song that it inspires me to "get my game on, go play!"
There are so many strong memories attached to this song, too. It reminds me of Nashville and laughing with Sally. It reminds me of Jackson Design and their inspired ad campaign that led to Spike and the gang. And my debut as a Cover girl, Rachel.
I think I love listening to what has become the shrek song as much as Rosa Jane does. She's started to sing along even when it is not playing.
The power of music to transport to another time and place is magical. I am happy to go along for the ride to my shining glory days and 15 minutes of fame.
Tuesday, February 12
MAMA
Okay, of the mamas out there, who caught themselves with tears a-streamin' down her cheeks as Kanye West sang his heart out to his passed away mother?
As I worry about how much time I'm spending or not spending with my daughter... I have to remind myself I ain't working no nightshift to make ends meet and even if I was, there's Kanye to sing about how much love is still there. The song was not about abandonment or feeling unloved.
To each his own way. March to the beat of your own drummer.
As I worry about how much time I'm spending or not spending with my daughter... I have to remind myself I ain't working no nightshift to make ends meet and even if I was, there's Kanye to sing about how much love is still there. The song was not about abandonment or feeling unloved.
To each his own way. March to the beat of your own drummer.
Friday, February 8
Be in the moment.
There's no where you can be that isn't where you're meant to be. it's easy.
There's no room (in your home that) you can't change for two weeks to see if it works.
Do one thing that scares you a little bit each day.
Live authentically. Break through shells. Strip through your facade of reasons why things can't change for you right now. Right here.
Don't forget how special you are and all those in relation to you -- your family, your neighborhood, your community, your state, your nation, your planet. What will you do to make it better?
I'm slow-roasting beef and taking baby steps when shopping for groceries. I'm enjoying the process and looking for ways to improve upon someone's day.
This way of living rocks my socks off. Try it for just one moment. I bet you can't stop. It's like an open bag of Lay's Potato Chips. The real ones.
There's no room (in your home that) you can't change for two weeks to see if it works.
Do one thing that scares you a little bit each day.
Live authentically. Break through shells. Strip through your facade of reasons why things can't change for you right now. Right here.
Don't forget how special you are and all those in relation to you -- your family, your neighborhood, your community, your state, your nation, your planet. What will you do to make it better?
I'm slow-roasting beef and taking baby steps when shopping for groceries. I'm enjoying the process and looking for ways to improve upon someone's day.
This way of living rocks my socks off. Try it for just one moment. I bet you can't stop. It's like an open bag of Lay's Potato Chips. The real ones.
Sunday, February 3
You Shoulda Been There
This image looks so effortless. Brett was squawking. Uncle Pat was lifting up Aunt C so she could do a herky to get everyone to laugh.
I guess my camera really was pointed the wrong way. ;-)
I guess my camera really was pointed the wrong way. ;-)
A Weekend of Heritage in Food and Sparkly Attire
For Christmas, Honey gave Caren and me promised Lebanese-cooking lessons. I've been looking forward to this weekend for a while. It was originally a weekend for just the girls, but the town's library held a benefit ball and so we brought the boys and the kids in tow. The guys stayed with the babes during the day while the women spent the day in Tammy Haddad's home kitchen. We made kibbe nie (raw beef/cracked wheat mixture), fried kibbe balls, stuffed grape leaves and cabbage rolls with hashwee. It was so fun and such an insight to how women bonded over spending three hours in the kitchen. I can't wait to find our local international food market and see just how good my notes were.
We are currently accepting donations for a heavy-duty kitchen aid mixer with the meat grinder attachment. ;-)
Check out the pictures of the cousins. I edited the ones that spoke the most fun. I hope you enjoy them as much as I do.
We are currently accepting donations for a heavy-duty kitchen aid mixer with the meat grinder attachment. ;-)
Check out the pictures of the cousins. I edited the ones that spoke the most fun. I hope you enjoy them as much as I do.
Friday, February 1
And the Crowd Goes Wild . . .
After a teary goodbye on *my* part to the old school and quiet chants from the peanut of "i want ___ (insert name of old school)," She seemed to want to stay home today and I was dubious of how today and the start of her new school would play out. So on the drive this morning, I asked her, "Do you like to play outside? Yes, she said. Do you like to play with friends? Yes, she said. Do you like to make crafts? Yes, she said. Well, you're in for a treat!, I said, Because today is a great day to do all these things and more!
When we arrived in the parking lot, I said, "Look at all the happy kids skipping into school!" I could feel her own excitement building as she gripped my fingers tighter as we walked right into her classroom. A classroom where friendly mothers greeted me and introduced themselves and their children. RJ headed straight to all the cool toys on the otherside of the room. I ventured closer to her and she gave me a little hug, then she was off playing again.
The teacher's report, "she is a natural." She acted like she'd been there all along. When she saw me, she came running to the door and gave me a big hug. Not like whew! what a relief you're back, but more like "Gee! I love you!! So great to see you! Let's go see Honey now." She fetched her bags and that was that. In the car it was, "I wanna come back here tomorrow."
So the best part of my day? The second hug I got. She's never really done that before. The worst part of my day? Packing for our short trip. Sally sent me some 101 reasons we should plan goals. On my short list: Make packing fun and less stressful.
When we arrived in the parking lot, I said, "Look at all the happy kids skipping into school!" I could feel her own excitement building as she gripped my fingers tighter as we walked right into her classroom. A classroom where friendly mothers greeted me and introduced themselves and their children. RJ headed straight to all the cool toys on the otherside of the room. I ventured closer to her and she gave me a little hug, then she was off playing again.
The teacher's report, "she is a natural." She acted like she'd been there all along. When she saw me, she came running to the door and gave me a big hug. Not like whew! what a relief you're back, but more like "Gee! I love you!! So great to see you! Let's go see Honey now." She fetched her bags and that was that. In the car it was, "I wanna come back here tomorrow."
So the best part of my day? The second hug I got. She's never really done that before. The worst part of my day? Packing for our short trip. Sally sent me some 101 reasons we should plan goals. On my short list: Make packing fun and less stressful.
Monday, January 28
On a day like today
In this photo set, you can almost taste how much fun it is to be two. She wakes up and the first thing outta her mouth? "Time to go play?" But play sounds more like "p'way." And yes, that is totally adorable.
Her favorite color teeters between purple and red.
Her love for Baby Angel and Baby Sara seem unfaultering. Ever since Baby Princess lost her clothes, she's no longer the talk of the town.
Thursday, January 24
happy birthday to me. happy birthday to RJ.
I missed UPS yesterday b/c they delivered totally off schedule... so i had to stay home ALL day on my day to run errands for fear of missing the ups man again. Wouldn't you know he showed up at 10 til 6. Nevermind, I have a new lens at last. Check out the pictures from Rosa Jane's 2 years and 4 month birthday. Which means it's my 34 year and 4 months and 1 day birthday. Rosa Jane tried to steal my thunder saying it's HER birthday. I said, get used to it honey... we'll be sharing our birthday for a long, long time to come.
Wednesday, January 23
To Catch a Predator
Okay, not really a predator because we're talking about a squirrel, but still I wanted to catch him. He found a nook & cranny in our home within which to call his own. I did not like this, sam I am. With all that scratching, it made me think he was creating a hole and soon we'd have him fall onto our floor. Me no likey squirrels. They're real squirrely after all. And can't be trusted.
Sally will appreciate this -- I called our local version of a Trapper Jack.
He came last week before the real cold spell and we've been sitting with an empty trap on our roof for the past week. Today "trapper jack" took away the trap without catching the varmit, but instead closing up the hole.
I'm trying to figure out if this makes me feel. I expected to catch a squirrel AND have the hole closed.
I wanted that squirrel "to go live on the farm. with wide open spaces." Dead, whatever. I wanted the peace of mind knowing he was gone. I'd happily have eaten him myself with some dumplins. That's a southeast Texas delicacy. Yum, delish!
Instead, the trap is gone and the hole is closed.
What would you do? Should I call Trapper Jack to come back and get me my token squirrel?
Sally will appreciate this -- I called our local version of a Trapper Jack.
He came last week before the real cold spell and we've been sitting with an empty trap on our roof for the past week. Today "trapper jack" took away the trap without catching the varmit, but instead closing up the hole.
I'm trying to figure out if this makes me feel. I expected to catch a squirrel AND have the hole closed.
I wanted that squirrel "to go live on the farm. with wide open spaces." Dead, whatever. I wanted the peace of mind knowing he was gone. I'd happily have eaten him myself with some dumplins. That's a southeast Texas delicacy. Yum, delish!
Instead, the trap is gone and the hole is closed.
What would you do? Should I call Trapper Jack to come back and get me my token squirrel?
Tuesday, January 22
RJ's first encounter with a lobster.
RJ's first encounter with a lobster. She calls them "monsters."
The Great 2008 Shake Up
We're getting ready to embrace motherhood full on every day every afternoon for the rest of my life and beyond. That's right... the days of full-time (8:30 - 5) childcare being available on two days a week is about to go bye-bye. In exchange, I'm ready to embrace community and neighborhood and 4 hours on three days a week. I'm terrified that I'm going to go crazy, but I'm excited about all the fun we're going to have together.
She's excited about her new school and so am I.
She's excited about her new school and so am I.
Monday, January 21
Live In Technicolor
As we were leaving our mom group last week, one mom rolled down her car window to ask me, "Does your daughter dress herself, too?"
I replied, "Unfortunately she has only me to blame at this point in her life."
She said, "oh, my 2.5 year always insists on dressing herself and today she is half-princess/half track athlete." She then added, "I've never met a mother who could dress her daughter in such a fun way."
Despite growing up with a mother who likes matchy-matchy, we like lots of color in our house. After being schooled by the great fashionista Robyna, there is no such thing as too much color.
Sunday, January 20
two of my favorite people
eating popcorn in the late afternoon. we went to the salt lick for the first time yesterday after our morning at the gym. what a truly great day!Tuesday, January 15
How come?
How come the mere mentioning of wanting to run a marathon has completely catapulted me as far away from the treadmill as I can get?
Seriously. I don't think you could drag me to the treadmill at this point. It looks and seems completely unappealing and over-rated.
Seriously. I don't think you could drag me to the treadmill at this point. It looks and seems completely unappealing and over-rated.
Ain't That a Kick in the Head?
Right after Christmas, we took down Rosa Jane's crib and she's been sleeping in her big girl bed. At first we still dealt with random crying in her bed in the middle of the night and having to go to her. A couple of mornings I came into her room and couldn't find her, but could hear her wimpering. She was UNDER her bed with no covers in a cold room.
Then one morning at 5am, she discovered that she could get out of her bed and come to us. What a more pleasant way to start the day -- the sound of pitterpatter on the hardwoods and the occassional bump into one of her misplaced toys on the floor. I thought this was a pretty good deal and it has become her recent habit to come into our room in the 6ish hour to awaken us.
Over the weekend Rosa Jane woke up twice during the middle of the night and came into our room. This meant near sleepless nights for Don and me. I couldn't figure out what was going on.
I started my usual projecting, second-guessing what could I be guilty of this time while trying to do my best parenting my little precious peanut. Maybe she doesn't like her bed. Maybe it's too uncomfortable, too hard and we need to get a new mattress for her. I kept these thoughts to myself, but it was definitely a chant in the back of my head.
Last night as Don was putting RJ down for the night, he had a little talk with her about how if she wakes up, she can just roll over. Roll over and pull up her sheets and get all cozy again and fall back asleep. It must have worked because when she came into our room at 6:30 we praised her how proud we were that she stayed in bed all night. She beamed.
This morning I noticed while brushing her teeth that she has three new 2 yr old molars busting through her gums. That explains the sleepless nights!
Just when we think we have all the answers, we forget to check the most obvious of places. Parenting is tough and I always feel like a huge dunce when the problem is so simple and yet so over looked.
Forgive us, Rosa Jane. We're doing the best we can.
Thursday, January 10
baby angel makes her so happy.
baby angel got her name after the nativity scene's angel. i love that my daughter listens to people's names and names her baby dolls after people she knows and the names really stick time after time.
here are some funny things coming from the lips of the babe:
"bless you, daddy" after hearing don sneeze in kitchen upon returning from his "fast walk." don went in her bedroom to check on her and she was curled up, face down still in bed just barely awake.
"they're not doing it." after the teacher said, "Rosa Jane, you don't have to clean up after the other kids. Let them do it!"
"thank you mommy for this delicious dinner" after we all sit down to eat whatever i pulled together at the 11th hour.
"i wanna watch barney."
Friday, January 4
Happy Birthday, Granddad!
Everybody loves Granddad. Especially when he doesn't mind giving the kids the window seat and he takes the "hump."
There has been a real reversal in how the elders are treated in the family. Here we have evidence of Granddad being pushed to the middle. At Christmas dinner, the grandparents had to sit at what was once reserved only for the kids -- the card table. All of this and global warming? What is the world coming to?
Thursday, January 3
The Scars of our Parents
Yesterday I took Rosa Jane to the good doctor to get her last in the series of flu shots. She cried briefly as a delayed reaction. The nurse and I were so proud of her. She recovered immediately and didn't want to leave the office. She wanted to stay and play a while. Everyone at the office was like, "Wow!" Bring her back anytime. ;-)
Last night over dinner, RJ told Daddy about going to the doctor and how brave she was. Don told the story of the first time he remembered getting a shot and asking his mom if it would hurt. She said it would feel a little bit like a tiger bite.
Good luck with that.
Last night over dinner, RJ told Daddy about going to the doctor and how brave she was. Don told the story of the first time he remembered getting a shot and asking his mom if it would hurt. She said it would feel a little bit like a tiger bite.
Good luck with that.
Wednesday, January 2
Here's Rosa Jane robbing the cradle. She just loves the baby Jesus.
While in Richland we got to see the birthday girls, Tori and Taylor. The girls had a lot of fun making faces with each other. Check out the photos for more.Happy New Year!
Come see the fun we had in Richland with Brett and his two costumes received from Santa.Wednesday, December 26
Merry Christmas, Y'all!
We've had a wonderful Christmas holiday. From travels in a packed to the gills car to the live nativity with goats, donkeys and rabbits. We came back late last night and Rosa Jane has been obsessed with her newest baby so tenderly called Baby Angel. Honey and Granddad babysat while Pixie, Donr and I went to see Juno in Humble. I LOVED that movie and I think I cried 5 buckets, while Donr cried 3 buckets and the Pixie cried none. We've been watching marathon back-to-back episodes of Friday Night Lights on DVD. It's the best thing on TV. Right next to the inspiring The Biggest Loser. I'm thinking about my new year's resolutions -- like really keeping my Journal of Gratitude, having a goal of running a marathon, or at least 10 miles straight.
What about you? How will you make 2008 great?
Thursday, December 20
Christmas Is Coming!
The goose is getting fat. Please put a penny in the old man's hat. If you haven't got a penny. A ha'penny will do. If you haven't got a ha'penny, then God Bless You!
The Pixie arrived last night and the Peanut is overjoyed.
I can't believe Christmas is just five days away!
The Pixie arrived last night and the Peanut is overjoyed.
I can't believe Christmas is just five days away!
Friday, December 14
Santa 2007
If I hadn't forgotten that Santa was going to be appearing live at the library yesterday, then I would have dressed RJ up in her christmas wear. Still, we waited in line and I told Rosa Jane that she would soon see Santa Claus and she could tell him what she wants for Christmas. She said she wanted, "Big."I think she meant she wants to be big? Who knows. She was happy until it was time to sit in his lap and then I guess she had flashbacks to last year and got this worried look on her face.
She kept saying, "I no like Santa."
But she didn't cry and he gave her a candy cane.
Cowgirl Rosie Shops for Western Wear
I've posted some old shots that have been sitting in the camera for a while. This was taken while Willard and Robyna were here shopping for cowboy boots. I said, "Let's try these red boots on, Rosa Jane." She had them on for two seconds and said she wanted to try on her crocs.I guess she didn't like the fit, which is way too sad.
Friday, December 7
The Neighbor's Gift
Christmas came early this year. Our next door neighbors moved away and left behind this great playscape for Rosie Posie. She LOVES it with pretty much all her heart. We already miss our neighbors a ton and await anxiously who will be the next to move-in. Will they be the quiet type with a no-barking dog? We can only hope . . .
Monday, December 3
Thursday, November 29
Yay! Robyna Is HERE!!
Robyna* and her new beau, Willard*, are staying with us for the week. We're having a wonderful time eating late-night brownies, happy green stuff (aka guacamole), and telling stories to catch us up on R+W's whirlwind match.com romance. I'm starting to regret buying new pants in a size smaller than I normally wear. Dang the holidays and delicious sweet eats!*Not their real names.
Monday, November 26
Bye, Bye Sweet Pie. I'll Miss You.
I already miss you. I love pie. Pumpkin and Cherry Pies are my favorite. But with everybody gone and a boy who won't help eat them, I had to dump them down the disposal. Otherwise I could have just added them to my butt.
Some of you will be shocked to know I've started running. I pretend a big black bear is chasing me on the treadmill and that keeps me motivated. Three miles overlooking beautiful hill country with Gnarles Barkley screaming, "CRAZY!!" in my ears roughly 2-3 times a week. I love the way I'm feeling -- I can get through a basket of laundry, washed, dried AND folded in no time.
Still, I love pie. And I miss you.
Some of you will be shocked to know I've started running. I pretend a big black bear is chasing me on the treadmill and that keeps me motivated. Three miles overlooking beautiful hill country with Gnarles Barkley screaming, "CRAZY!!" in my ears roughly 2-3 times a week. I love the way I'm feeling -- I can get through a basket of laundry, washed, dried AND folded in no time.
Still, I love pie. And I miss you.
Friday, November 23
Cousins
Eleven kids rounded up for a very short time. You wouldn't believe how exponentially the volume increased when they were all together. Some had travelled from as far away as Las Vegas and Denver to all the way across town. It sure was nice to see them all together.And the beat goes on . . .
Thursday, November 22
Happy Turducken Day!
Yes, the cajuns have influenced their way and now we no longer celebrate "turkey day." Instead it's the new hybrid chicken, duck, turkey concoction of deliciousness with crawfish jambalaya thrown in for good measure. My cousin Becky and I did most of the cooking with Honey pinch hitting for the stuffing and giblet dressing. YUM!Monday, November 19
It's an important part of being Two
This toilet training business and we've definitely been spending a lot of time on the pot, but I've struggled with wanting to write about it. For privacy's sake. But then this afternoon, Rosa Jane said that Baby Sara wanted to sit on her toilet. So I helped her get the toddler toilet out from the cabinet and she stripped Baby Sara down to her birthday suit. She's reading to her right now and she waits oh so patiently for Sara to do her business.On Rosa Jane's front, we've had three successful times and each time has been very exciting and full of pride. She now has little tolerance for a wet/dirty diaper but doesn't demand to always use the bathroom.
We're going with the flow and we'll see if we can wear big kid pants soon!
Thursday, November 15
Just when I thought we were back to normal
RJ awoke with 104 degree fever yesterday afternoon. I was all ready to tell you how she's sleeping late -- 6:30 and taking regular naps. So we've been homebound while running a few errands. I don't know how kids do it, or especially RJ. With her high temps, I just know she has to be feeling bad, but she's still singing songs and playing and running and skipping and wanting to go for long walks around the block. On Monday we went to a playgroup event and it always makes me question whether I'm doing the right thing. Since there are so many other mothers out there doing the fulltime stay at home with absolutely no outside help, i.e. preschool/daycare, whathaveyou.
Then comes a day like today. A day when RJ is regularly scheduled to be at school and while I enjoy the time with her, I'm still chomping at the bit to get more done, whether that's mopping the floors or putting together outstanding photo work.
Balance. It's so delicate and delicious when accomplished.
Tuesday, November 13
Sunday, November 11
The Stomach Bug Strikes Back
Since the middle of October, the Roedner clan has been struggling with a stomach bug that won't die. On top of that, Rosa Jane wakes us way before the crack of dawn, sometimes before 5 even. Nobody goes back to sleep.
I wish we could just blame it on the time change and write a love note to Mr. President to please have mercy on households with children and forego all future time changes, but alas, this pattern has been going on since we left for Chicago.
Please, Lord, let this be just a phase and but a fond memory.
So if you've been checking in on us and wondering why haven't they updated...well, we're just plumb worn out.
I wish we could just blame it on the time change and write a love note to Mr. President to please have mercy on households with children and forego all future time changes, but alas, this pattern has been going on since we left for Chicago.
Please, Lord, let this be just a phase and but a fond memory.
So if you've been checking in on us and wondering why haven't they updated...well, we're just plumb worn out.
Thursday, November 8
My horoscope today
Aesthetically pleasing Venus is your key planet, making you sensitive to her current visitation to your sign. The days and weeks month ahead remind you how important it is for you to take care of your need for beauty. Start out by making a commitment to yourself to make new friends, be more social, and to indulge your senses. Don't let anyone talk you out of your pleasures.
Tuesday, November 6
Three Cheers For...
First and foremost for my sweet husband for standing by his woman throughout her creative urges.Second for that purple dinosaur that kept Rosa Jane from putting nail polish on my new carpets or finding some other trouble while I was busy painting over the weekend.
Third for my sweet friend Sally who inspires me to create.
Four for Mika Beth who told me about the dill pickle color in the first place.
Friday, November 2
The cutest Little Red Riding Hood This Year
Francis was Little Red Riding Hood last year so we don't want to take away from her by saying that Rosa Jane is the cutest EVER, but I think you know what we're thinking anyway.We had a wonderful time telling everyone "happy Halloween!" and "The Candy's up there ===>" as we directed the some 200 people who must have stopped by Matt & Sally's during the 60 minutes we were at the house still getting ready.
After carrying around three unwrapped Tootsie Roll lollipops like a bouquet for hours, Rosa Jane finally decided to eat one. Boy, was she happy she did! She really loves chocolate the most.
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