simply amazing

I was at my mom’s house a few weeks ago… it is very humid there (they live near the coast) and so all sorts of things grow in places you would never imagine.

One morning, I went outside to swing with my little girl.  She said she couldn’t sit on the swing because there were “prickly things” on her swing and she was afraid they would poke her if she sat down.

As I bent down to look at the “prickly things,” this is what I saw:

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How cool is that?

Perfectly formed teeny, tiny mushrooms, growing on the seat of the swing.  And in a perfect spiral!simply amazing

Something so small that most of us would never have noticed.

Something so mundane that could be easily overlooked.

And yet…

A thing of beauty.

There is no reason (that I know of) for the mushrooms to grow in a perfect spiral.  They had such teeny little stems – they were smaller than a straight pin.  And the tops were perfect little cups turned upside down, balancing on the fragile stems.

How awesome.

Glorious beauty on a swing after the rain.

God’s wonder there for us to see… if only we look.

More of Me: The Abridged Version

Ok, so I found some time yesterday to do a little journaling in my Me: The Abridged Version book.  I also realized while I was working that I wanted more vibrant pages for the album.  The color scheme I had chosen was a little muted.  So, I’m amping things up a bit now.

Here’s a sample of a page I’ve completed.

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I’m still considering removing the craft paper background and just doing it on white.  But I’m not sure yet.  (do you have an opinion?)

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I’m finding this is actually pretty fun.  It’s an interesting change to write about myself – my thoughts, stories, etc. – as opposed to writing about my kids.  Being the centerpiece of the story instead of the background character who is chronicling the kids’ stories.  You should try it.

And, it’s interesting to me that my girls are very interested in reading the pages as I finish. And they want to know about me!  How cool is that?  As moms I think we get lost sometimes in just being “mom” and forget to be ourselves.  This project is reminding me of the need to focus on me some – focus on my story – and focus on things that make me happy. (like scrapbooking!)

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I challenge you – do a page about yourself.  Pick a topic – list your five favorite movies or books, tell a story from your childhood, whatever gets your creative juices flowing.  And, remember, the picture is optional. It’s the story that counts.

Cuteness

Someone has figured out that the cabinet makes a cool "clubhouse"
Someone has figured out that the cabinet makes a cool "clubhouse"

She is getting so big....
She is getting so big....
And who can resist that?
And who can resist that?

Where’s the handbook, please?

Has anyone seen the handbook?

You know the one….

Parenting your Child: Part 2 (The Pre-Teen Years)

I don’t think I got that with my order…

(or any other handbooks for that matter) But I really, really need this one.

You see, I have this wonderful, beautiful, intelligent child.  And about every, oh, day or so, she is invaded by a creature that takes over her consciousness. You know the creature I’m talking about…  The one who thinks parents are so lame and don’t know anything.  The one who thinks little sisters (or brothers) are stupid and a pain.  The one who has the most irrational reactions (good and bad) about the most mundane of things.

When she gets like this I need to find the switch, lever, or button, that will change her back.  Because I’m not quite sure what to do with this other model.  I’m hoping the handbook will show me where the button is, or how to take the batteries out so I can do a reset. (works on my ipod, why not here?)

So, if you happen to have an unused or extra manual lying around, could you loan it to me?  I’m thinking I’ll only need it for the next, oh, eight to ten years… sigh.

Conspiracy Theories

I am convinced there is a conspiracy.

This conspiracy has been going on for a long time and appears to be recruiting participants as time goes by.

If you are a mom, you may even be affected by this same conspiracy.IMGP1392

It may be somewhat of a delicate subject, but I’ll dive in…

Here’s what I’m talking about:

It seems that 85-90% of the time when I enter a restroom there is no toilet paper.  It happens often enough that I’m beginning to wonder if I have become the universe’s appointed toilet-paper-changer person.  At home, we have three bathrooms.  And four people.  And I promise you, on any given day, whichever bathroom I choose to use will have an empty toilet paper roll sitting there.

Now, it’s not that we haven’t undergone rigorous training around here.  Everyone has been carefully schooled in the fine art of taking the empty roll off (and placing in the wastebasket) and replacing with a clean, fresh roll.  I even make sure we are well-stocked in the lavatory – keeping 3-4 rolls on hand in the event of a major situation in which we need copious amounts of TP.

However, it never fails.  I am greeted with the sad straggler of the abandoned roll; waiting to be decommissioned and reassigned to the recycling.

I’m sure you’ve encountered this before yourself.  Am I right?

I often wonder – do they do this on purpose?  Or is it just lucky coincidence?

I have even left the empty roll on there just to see what others will do.  Usually… nothing.

However, I do recall one time a few years back when my oldest decided to be helpful and “fix” the TP.  IMGP1391Now we have a reinforced holder covering the hole in the wall that was a result of her struggle to remove the roll from the holder. (poor thing was really upset!)  After that incident, I was actually glad she quit wanting to “help” and happily changed out the rolls myself.

It’s not that I mind changing out the rolls.  I don’t.  I just marvel at how quickly they seem to need changing.  And how it always seems to be when it’s my turn in the facilities.  Like there is a cosmic timeline and the timer goes off when I step in the bathroom “bing! time to change the roll!”

I have noticed, too, that I seem to be the lucky one to find the empty rolls in other places, too.

When I am visiting a friend, for example.  And then I’m always struck with the dilemma.  What do I do? Rummage in their powder room for a replacement roll? Leave the empty roll dangling and use tissues? (if there are any)  I usually opt to refill the roll, hoping that my hostess will be more glad I restocked than she is perturbed by my rummaging.

And let’s don’t even get started on the whole “over” or “under” debate…