Just makes you SMILE.

This documentary is bound to be phenomenal - and packed full of inspiration.

iDON'T MAKE SENSE.

Let it be known, if its not already known, that I often post things that confuse my readers.  I have these ideas in my head and somewhere between the idea I have in my head and the words I post on my blog about that idea, pieces of the idea get lost...

For example, this morning Kyle saw my most recent post and he said, 'honey, I don't get it... an idiot?  Why would you be an idiot for me?'  I then went on to explain to him that I had spent 10 minutes in front of that stupid mirror and window trying to get the lighting I wanted and the oh-I-didn't-mean-to-take-this-picture look on my face so that it wouldn't look I really cared what I looked like in the photo but indeed I did care and went on to post the ones I liked... etc.

That was funny to him.

iWIFE

... and her progression through stupidity.

In the end, thank you Kyle for my iPhone 4. I love you... I will be an idiot for you ANYTIME.

iHUSBAND

Dear Kyle,

We have now been married for close to ten years... I have tried my darndest to appreciate YOUR appreciation for technology and many times have come up short.  The newest thing is always out there and its not unlike my desire for the newest organizational piece for our home.  I have learned to be ok with your LOVE for technology... and now I'm more than ok with your love for technology.

Thank you for my iPhone4.

And well done, my hot-techno-geek-meets-finance-wizard, you made money off the transaction.  Impressed I am.

Sunday. Sunday. Sunday.

What a wonderful day it has been - aside from my 2 year old being awake for 4 of the 11 hours he usually sleeps, throwing up on me first thing this morning IN MY BED AND ON MY PILLOW, my allergies being the worst I think I've ever had (thanks to the lovely wild flowers we picked yesterday that have been sitting underneath my nose in the kitchen all morning but leave it to me to not discover that til mid-afternoon), having to cancel church because some kid decided to throw up (see the aforementioned experience for more detail) and thus, missing time with our dear friends and wonderful community, Erik Shaw and the Kalous Family.

Aside from all that (heavy sigh and sweet smile), its been a wonderful day.  We woke up early (deep breathe) due to throw up and we were out of coffee (did I forget to mention that above) and so I got Ben in the car, wrapped a towel around his lap and up under his chin and took off for Starbucks where our wonderful friend and Starbucks manager, Jason Mayfield, always takes care of us.

note: kyle was out until 3:30am with his friend who's home from Iraq on leave - he wasn't awake enough to be awake let alone drive.

I ordered two VENTI drip coffees in my attempt to meet our coffee expectations for the rest of the morning and three mini-donuts for the kids (two chocolate and one pink with sprinkles - two boys and one girl, right?!  wrong.  William likes pink with sprinkles.  noted.)  Upon checking out, Jason kindly handed me a pound of freshly ground Ethiopia Limu... I was humbled and soooo thankful.  Thank you Jason!  You rock!

Benjamin ate his donut on the way home (I know, dangerous considering the state of his stomach -- but were I to tell you that he might begin mutilating himself were he to see a doughnut without eating it you might consider bearing the risk too.)

We leisurely traced through a couple neighborhoods on the way home to look at homes FOR SALE.  When we eventually arrived home, we ate a pleasant breakfast of umpteen number pieces of toast, yogurt, mini-donuts, milk and cereal and then watched an Avatar: The Last Air Bender episode (ok, we watched two episodes and then re-watched them when Kyle woke up because they're SO GOOD.)  After that we kicked the kids outside on this beautiful day and this is how it turned out.

 

They got as dirty as they possibly could - well, William and Benjamin that is. William can't get dirty, its just not within his nature. Benjamin makes it an art and creates an entire world out of his being dirty. Katie, on the other hand, calculates whether or not its really worth it. It wasn't worth it today.

They took baths while I relaxed in my bed -- I was exhausted from my long shoot yesterday and the 'unexplainable' allergies that were quickly depleting me of any energy that I did have. With fresh, crisp sheets on my bed and the kind-of-sunshine that was streaming through the blinds, I rested peacefully. Kyle got the kids out and we sat as a family at 1:30pm, cozy in our bed and watched another Avatar episode... I slept. Then off to quiet time and naps... Ben is still napping as I write.

Its been a good day. Its rather quiet - in fact, all day long I've been able to hear the hum of the refrigerator. The lights are off and its a pleasant moment over and over again (aside from the other stuff that just seems to happen -- you know, stuff.)

I hope you've had a wonderful day as well.

I did something dirty this morning.

Christmas with all of its marvels - Santa, the elves, the toys, the plate of cookies and reindeer that can fly - has always been something I've held onto into motherhood.  It brings me so much excitement to think of the kids going to bed with one eye open the night before Christmas -- its so magical and FUN!

Same goes for the tooth fairy - not so much the Easter Bunny cause I think he's creepy - but the tooth fairy is dainty and quiet and sparkly and lovely and and and and and...

Upon Katie losing her first tooth months back, I made a big deal and got a 'gold coin' to put under her pillow.  She held onto that coin for days and days... she was distraught when the coin was no longer shiny gold but was now distressed and green in color from the sweat of her tiny palm.  That would likely be the last time I'd scrounge in my purse for something lovely and different - I'll just give her a regular coin.  They hold up much better and don't have 'Woodland Park Zoo Merry Go Round' etched on the back that I pretended said something else.

Yesterday, Katie bit into something and in a terrified gasp opened her mouth and showed me her tooth hanging by a couple of threads.  She didn't want me to touch it and I told her that I wasn't going to pay to go to the dentist... I told her I needed to pull it out.  While she thought I was innocently drying it off with the corner of a napkin, I did my best pincer grasp, twisted, and pulled... to her alarm I stood there, smile on my face and a tooth in my fingers.  She giggled and ran to the bathroom to look at the hole.

We wrote a letter to the tooth fairy last night... we put the tooth in a jar and turned off the lights.

The tooth fairy didn't come.  Katie bawled these words from her room only moments after waking up and my stomach SANK.  I had forgotten!  How could I let her go on thinking in not just a tooth fairy but a tooth fairy that couldn't manage her time very well?!  I heard her whimpering and crying in her pillow (no joke) in fear that the tooth fairy just didn't remember her...

I knew that it would be better for her to believe in a fallible Mom instead of trying to comprehend the fault of a very busy tooth fairy... so I pulled her into my bed and cuddled with her.  It took me probably a full minute to get the words out, 'honey, the tooth fairy is actually Mommy and Daddy...'  She quizzically looked up from laying her head on my shoulder.  'Yeah, the tooth fairy didn't forget you.  Mommy forgot to pretend to be the tooth fairy last night.  The tooth fairy is pretend.'  What I thought would be heart-wrenching was surprisingly FREEING for both Katie and I!  Katie didn't feel forgotten and I didn't have to hide anymore!

Now, if only I can get out the realities of the Christmas season. Of course they know why we celebrate Christmas -- they're just sure that Santa loves Jesus too... probably not unlike that weird picture of Santa bowing in front of a manger.

I better right this one. And quick.

With the best of intentions.

So this morning I woke with the energy to see my children off to their friends' house (likely in their pajamas but in-the-car-and-out-of-the-house-before-2pm, none the less) and I myself would drive down to South Seattle, scope out the Rock N Roll Marathon course and make decisions on where I want to get some great shots of the race.

All the great intentions went quickly out the door the moment Katie looked at her toast, whimpered and stared at me with big, scared eyes.  'Mom, I don't feel very good...'  At which moment her lips turned bluish/white and her face went pale.

To the couch!  She laid down and held the big metal mixing bowl in her arms as she tried to watch cartoons.  Every so often she would sit up, head in the bowl, coughing and sputtering and crying... and I, with all the maternal energy I could muster, would climb across the couch and sit behind her holding her hair out of her face...

(momentary pause for the interesting memories that leapt into my head at that moment)

She did not end up getting sick... yet ironically, after I canceled my entire day, seemed to rise out of the druthers she was in for the morning and around 11am asked for something to eat!

(what the?!!)


I asked her to take it slow and when lunch was served she, in her most mature moment to date, didn't want to eat out of fear for her stomach getting upset -- I didn't have the immaturity in me to point out the ridiculousness of her fort-making, couch-hopping activities and her ability to think so maturely.  The Mongoose IPA I'd been sipping on was only 1/5 of the way gone -- I'd been expecting a day's worth of pajamas and couch sitting and movies and throwing up and now it looks like I may be able to leave the house - one drink metabolizes an hour, correct?  Check.

As I imagined, she's just woken from her quiet time upstairs and is watching some cartoons CLOTHED.  No pajamas, no bed head (she's actually put a clip in her hair) and her face is colorful.

Now I need to go from ENERGIZED-READY-TO-ACCOMPLISH-TASKS-KRISTA to ENERGIZED-BUT-NOT-GETTING-ANYTHING-DONE-THAT-I-INTENDED-TO-GET-DONE-SO-I'M-REALLY-ANGRY-KRISTA to WOW-NOW-I-SHOULD-TRY-TO-ACCOMPLISH-SOMETHING-BUT-IT-LOOKS-LIKE-NOTHING-I-NEED-TO-ACCOMPLISH-WILL-FIT-INTO-A-MATTER-OF-A-FEW-HOURS-AND-NOW-I'M-STILL-ANGRY-KRISTA.

I will take a deep breathe, finish nursing my IPA and sit on the couch to watch Dragon Tales with Katie.  The boys are still asleep - I'm chalking that up as my biggest accomplishment for the day.