Monday, September 27, 2010


Nine years to be exact. Nine years ago today Lexi's birth changed our lives forever. Changes that have brought so much love and richness into our day to day world. How lucky we are to have such an amazing spirit in our family. She's kind and considerate. Loving and compassionate. She responsible way beyond her years and there are times we have to remind her to just BE A KID! She loves to read and to write. To be artistic and creative. To learn new things and appreciate old traditions. She's a great big sister, so patient and caring. Sometimes I look at her and my heart aches to see how much she is like me, knowing some of the struggles she will probably face in life because of her soft heart and her over-developed sense of worry. But mostly I look at her in amazement of the gift we received the day she was born. The gift that we get to cherish each and every day. A gift that I will never take for granted.

We always let the girls pick a special dinner out for their birthdays. This year Lexi decided to celebrate by going out for her favorite IHOP. So we celebrated a day early and joined the Sunday brunch crowd. (We're not really early risers in this house on Sundays.)

Plus, from a responsible parenting point of view, I didn't cringe as much when she got a free ice cream Sunday (complete with a birthday song) for desert since it was brunch...and not breakfast.

Happy 9th my sweet girl. Thank you for being my daughter!


Friday, September 24, 2010

Function First...

I realize I haven't shared very many pictures of our new house with you all yet. Sorry for that. It's just that since we moved and I have lacked a consistent source of significant income, we haven't really gotten to do much for home improvement projects. And while we love our new home, it needs some new paint and some art on the walls before it really reflects us. I'm hoping with my business opening at the onset of October that we'll soon have a few extra $$$s to start sprucing up the place. (At least that's my wishful thinking!)

But today I introduce you to...our shower head...

Now imagine with me, if you will, walking into a bathroom twice the size of our old bathroom to the the sight of a claw-foot tub outfitted with this adorable porcelain shower head. Love! Can I tell you how much I love the size of our new bathroom AND the fact I finally have my very own claw-foot tub?




Need I say more?

Unfortunately what we discovered is that the porcelain shower head, while very cute, kinda sucks when it comes to actually taking a shower. See all these little holes...

While one would assume they would create a nice soft rain-head sort of experience, it's more like a spring-sprinkle experience. The spray pattern created is really large without much volume or pressure, which makes shampoo removal quite a lengthy process. Functional? Yes. Enjoyable? Not overly.

This past weekend when I went to Iowa City for yoga training my friend Monica and I splurged and stayed in a hotel. After my first shower I commented to Monica about how much more enjoyable the shower at the hotel was than at our house. So when I got home I decided the cute, but functionally weak, shower head had to go. And what do you know, on a trip to Target during which I found myself in the shower hardware isle to purchase a new shower caddy, I found the exact Moen low flow shower heads that had been at the hotel...on clearance for HALF PRICE!

I don't think I need to spell out the rest of the story...

Amazing at how $10 well spent can make such a big change. And it only took me 3 tries to get it on without leaks. (I should know by now, just use the plumber's thread tape the first time!) And even though it's not quite as cute as the porcelain head, I think it fits nicely with the over-all charm of our old, claw-foot tub containing bathroom. Plus, functionally...ahhhhh.

Next on the bathroom upgrades...some new paint...and eventually a new sink...and some tile back splash...and...well maybe I best just stop there.


Saturday, September 11, 2010

Got Spirit...

Because the girls don't yet have any Carlisle Wildcat wear...

Because right now in life I have more time than money...

Because I'm not one to back down from a crafty challenge...

Because Friday nights at the football field can get a little cool...

Because even though I rolled my eyes at the fact Lexi was so EXCITED to attend the cheer clinic this week and hang with the cheerleaders during last night's game, I once was a GHS Bulldog and understand what it's like to wear your school colors with pride...

Go Wildcats!


Wednesday, September 8, 2010


We took a short bike ride to the part after school today. Since I use this bag as my camera bag, Remi went along.

Lexi brought along a small notebook to write down things that we saw.

Brea brought along herself.

I'm still working on figuring out my Lensbaby.

It's not going as well as I would like.

Happy fall fun to all!


Sunday, September 5, 2010

Random Treasures...

Treasures found on our hike last weekend.

My first born fully engrossed in one of her favorite past times.

My Monkey anticipating preschool.

My life is full of treasures.


Wednesday, September 1, 2010

Story of a Preschooler...

Starting preschool has been something Brea has been looking forward to since March. She was under the impression that AS SOON AS YOU TURN 4 you get to start school. Imagine how long the wait for this fall has seemed in her little world. But it has come and she couldn't have been more excited when she woke up on Monday. The first words out of her mouth to me were, "TODAY IS MY FIRST DAY OF SCHOOL!!!"

Excited I tell you.

Preschool in Carlisle is provided through the school district, which is pretty cool for a couple of reasons:
  • Every 4 year old in the district is guaranteed a spot. (Nice for those of us who became part of the district a little later during the registration process.)
  • The preschool classrooms are located in the lower elementary building, which excites Brea since she's going to the same school as her big sister.
  • Since the preschool program is funded through a grant, we don't have to pay tuition. (Nice for those of us trying to get a new business established in a new community.)
Brea was slotted in the afternoon group of classes. Afternoons were not our first choice as it would have been nice from my stand point of view to have mornings open for work, but we'll make it work obviously.

Monday morning was a LONG morning for Brea. She knew she got to go to school after lunch, so guess what she started asking for at 9:15. Finally at 11:00 we started the very drawn out process of getting ready. We ate lunch. Then we picked out clothes. I made her brush her teeth about 3 times longer than normal just to keep her occupied. And then finally it was time!

Now that Scott works a short 15 minute drive from home he was able to come home during his lunch break to share this big, exciting moment with his little monkey.

Again, I am reminded at times like this why moving was the right choice for our family.

When we got to the school there was a sea of parents, cameras in hand, watching as their new preschoolers lined up next to their teacher. We've had the chance to see Brea's teacher on several occasions in the past few weeks so Brea recognized her right away and went skipping over without so much as a look back in our direction. After the initial excitement wore off she obviously realized that she forgot to give us hugs and kisses good-bye. She quickly ran over to whisper in my ear, "Don't worry Mom, I will have a great day at school today."

I somehow managed not to cry.

A hug and a smooch for both Scott and I and she was back in line chatting with one of her new classmates. When it was time for the classes to head into the building to their classrooms, Brea (with a smile as big as Texas) looked out into the crowd and gave everyone a wave as if she was in a parade. We watched her until she was swallowed by the doorway, already anticipating the stories she would have to share with us at the end of the day.

Three hours after dropping her off I headed back down to the school for pick-up time. In just that short 3 hours she seemed to grow up a bit, telling me all about her job for the day (recess line leader), centers, snack (green apples), recess, and the end of the day clean-up routine. We walked around the corner of the building to the 3rd grade door to pick up Lexi (with Brea talking a mile a minute the whole way) and as soon Lexi came out of the door I became invisible. Brea ran to her sister right into a hug. They were both obviously thrilled to be sharing the excitement of Brea's first day of school. They walked the two blocks home hand-in-hand talking about each other's day while I followed close behind quietly soaking in the magic of the moment.

Another milestone reached. More memories made. How quickly the past 4 1/2 years have passed. As sad as I am to see Brea's toddler years slide into the past, I can't help but smile at the simple joy and excitement this new adventure has brought to her world. As a Mom there's nothing that warms my heart more than to see my kids happy. With school in full swing, we have two very happy girlies in our house these days.