Monday, March 30, 2009

Dallas Blooms 2009

Over Spring Break our family, including my mom all went to the arboretum for Dallas Blooms!
It was a beautiful day.  Here's some pics:

trying to get a picture to match his pirate shirt.  P was not really into the picture taking!
Probably my favorite shot of the boy.  He's watching the fish and picking up rocks to throw.
Just a Japanese Maple that's potted, but I like the look....makes me want to do the same!
This bush is a Texas Mountain Laurel and I'm so glad we found out what it is because I've wanted one for our yard, but never knew what it was called.  The picture doesn't show it in full bloom, but it produces these beautiful purple flowers that smell AMAZING!  Just like candy sweet-tarts.  anyways, we bought one last week for the front yard! :)
Sweet boy!
love those toes! ;)

walking through the azalea's

No way to fit all the flowers in a picture!  If you've never been to Dallas Bloom's I highly suggest it!

Saturday, March 7, 2009


The following is an article that I came across on a friends blog. It's titled, "Why don't Friends with Kids have Time?" and was published in The Washington Post. Since then, it's been "published" again and again all over the place..blogs, FB, etc.

So why would I want to post it on my blog? Because I think it speaks volumes and resonates with where I'm at. daily.

I will be the FIRST to admit that I didn't have a clear view of motherhood. When I was working full time I would look at stay-at-home moms with envy and wonder what exactly took up ALL their time. Don't get me wrong, I didn't think they were sitting around eating bon bons all day, but at least they could get laundry done and dinner on the table, right? Both of which I was struggling to do with going to work each day.

Obviously my thoughts have changed. And I still wouldn't change staying at home with Preston. I'm SO thankful for the opportunity to do so. Time is fast, but with young ones at home it seems to be in fast-forward with no pause button. And my favorite line from the article..."It's needing 45 minutes to do what takes others 15!" This is so true for me.

So if you read it...I'd love to hear your thoughts! :)

By Carolyn HaxWednesday, May 23, 2007; Page C10
Dear Carolyn:
Best friend has child. Her: exhausted, busy, no time for self, no time for me, etc. Me (no kids): Wow. Sorry. What'd you do today? Her: Park, play group . . .
Okay. I've done Internet searches, I've talked to parents. I don't get it. What do stay-at-home moms do all day? Please no lists of library, grocery store, dry cleaners . . . I do all those things, too, and I don't do them EVERY DAY. I guess what I'm asking is: What is a typical day and why don't moms have time for a call or e-mail? I work and am away from home nine hours a day (plus a few late work events) and I manage to get it all done. I'm feeling like the kid is an excuse to relax and enjoy -- not a bad thing at all -- but if so, why won't my friend tell me the truth? Is this a peeing contest ("My life is so much harder than yours")? What's the deal? I've got friends with and without kids and all us child-free folks get the same story and have the same questions.
- Tacoma, Wash.

Dear Tacoma,
Relax and enjoy. You're funny.
Or you're lying about having friends with kids.
Or you're taking them at their word that they actually have kids, because you haven't personally been in the same room with them.
Internet searches?
I keep wavering between giving you a straight answer and giving my forehead some keyboard. To claim you want to understand, while in the same breath implying that the only logical conclusions are that your mom-friends are either lying or competing with you, is disingenuous indeed.
So, since it's validation you seem to want, the real answer is what you get. In list form. When you have young kids, your typical day is: constant attention, from getting them out of bed, fed, clean, dressed; to keeping them out of harm's way; to answering their coos, cries, questions; to having two arms and carrying one kid, one set of car keys, and supplies for even the quickest trips, including the latest-to-be-declared-essential piece of molded plastic gear; to keeping them from unshelving books at the library; to enforcing rest times; to staying one step ahead of them lest they get too hungry, tired or bored, any one of which produces the kind of checkout-line screaming that gets the checkout line shaking its head.
It's needing 45 minutes to do what takes others 15.
It's constant vigilance, constant touch, constant use of your voice, constant relegation of your needs to the second tier.
It's constant scrutiny and second-guessing from family and friends, well-meaning and otherwise. It's resisting constant temptation to seek short-term relief at everyone's long-term expense.
It's doing all this while concurrently teaching virtually everything -- language, manners, safety, resourcefulness, discipline, curiosity, creativity. Empathy. Everything.
It's also a choice, yes. And a joy. But if you spent all day, every day, with this brand of joy, and then, when you got your first 10 minutes to yourself, wanted to be alone with your thoughts instead of calling a good friend, a good friend wouldn't judge you, complain about you to mutual friends, or marvel how much more productively she uses her time. Either make a sincere effort to understand or keep your snit to yourself.
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Thursday, March 5, 2009

J's birthday pics

Thank you for all the birthday wishes to Jason!  Thought I would share some pictures of the celebrations.  Please excuse the quality...they were taken from my phone...

Monday night we went to Maggiano's with our dear friends, The Carruth's.  Baby Charlotte looks excited to eat a lemon cookie!  Thought I'd also share that it seems to be a tradition that Caleb and J buy each other white russians on their birthday as well.  ;)

On Wednesday, some of the office staff surprised him with a little celebration before his next meeting.  Cookies-N-Cream ice cream cake from Culvers...yum!  Thanks Ang, Jill, and Mack!

And last but not least we celebrated Thursday night on the patio of Blue Goose with The Bleecker's, Chandler's,  and Patterson's.  Then we moved our stuffed full bodies across the street to the theater to see Slumdog Millionaire.  Fun night!  

Thanks for celebrating with us!