Crafty Tuesday

Looky, looky here! I have something crafty this week.

I have some Christmas cards to show you all, (since they are finally finished and were mailed out today, hooray!!) but I think I’ll wait til next Tuesday so it won’t spoil the surprise in mailboxes this week.

But I did just finish 2 tutus. They are too, too cute – if I do say so myself.

This is Addie’s, she is going to be dancing to the Pinocchio song in the recital on Saturday. They are wearing red on the bottom and white leotards.

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And Em’s. They are dancing as pink poodles (?), so they just need to be in all pink.

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I am making 3 or 4 more for Christmas presents, I should probably get on that. My sister was giving me grief for procrastinating. She called tonight while I was furiously trying to finish them, and yes, it is true that the dress rehearsals are tomorrow morning. But it isn’t procrastination, it wasn’t like I was putting it off, I have just been working down my list of to-dos. And I finally got to them.

Anyhow, they are done, but the pics don’t really do them justice. I’ll take more photos tomorrow (well, today) when they are on the little cuties. It is also a little bit of a dress rehearsal for the tutus…let’s hope they don’t fall apart!

How about you? Any Christmas craftiness to share?

Ariel According to Addie

Addie and I had a rare moment to just hang out together this afternoon. Em was at school and I asked Ad if she would like to lie on Mommy and Daddy’s bed and just read some books. Take a little rest.

Of course she said “yes” and grabbed a stack of princess books from Em’s room.

So we were all cuddled up in the comforter with the sun was streaming in through the windows.  We were just lying there giggling and having a totally fun time. After I had read a few books, Addie looked at me and said, so sweetly, “Me read to you, Mommy? I read Ariel to you.”

“I would love that, Addie!” I said, as I settled back in the pillows and waited for my story.

This is the story of Ariel, as told by Addie.

“Once upon a time, there was an Ariel. She was a princess.” (turn page)
“Once upon a time, Ariel swimmed in the ocean with the fishies, their names are Flounder and Sebastian.”
“Oh, no!” Sebastian is no fish (giggles), Sebastian is a crab!” (turns page)
“Once upon a time, Ariel had a dinklehobber (I believe it is really a “dinglehopper” in the story.) and she combs her hair.” (turns page)
“Once upon a time, Ariel marries Prince Eric.” (slams the book shut)
“THE End.”
“Good story, Mama?”

The best story. Told by the sweetest storyteller, Addikins.

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Happy Anniversary…

Happy Anniversary, Happy Anniversary, HAAAAppy Anniversary!

Hope you are having a great day together Mom & Dad (Nana & Papa)!

38 years! Amazing.

That we may all manage to live through the ups and downs of marriage and come out on the other side, like you have, as a couple.

Wishing you a great day today and many more happy years to come.

We love you!

Thankful ~ Day 5,4,3

I have been so absent this weekend! I have some serious blog-catching-up to do.  The traveling back to Michigan took us a bit longer than we had anticipated, and we just wanted to play with everyone yesterday when we did get here. Plus the wireless I was “borrowing” last time I was here, is no longer…ahem, free – if you know what I mean – so it isn’t as easy to just hook up my laptop and work while the rest of the house sleeps. So we may be a bit scarce in the posting department this week, and I am going to skip BSM today, because, well…I haven’t had a chance to pick one out. I’m sure I’ll have a whole slew of new cousin pics coming up this week, since I’ve already taken a hundred or so photos, and we’ve only just been here 24 hours.

So what am I most thankful for these past three days?

I am thankful for my amazing little travelers. They really are continually the BEST kids on the plane. The “gentleman” (and I use that term loosely) behind us made a snarky remark to his seatmate after we had boarded (we took a quick trip to the restroom) and were climbing back into our seats. It was something to the effect of  “great, why didn’t you tell me there were going to be KIDS right in front of me.” I held my tongue, although I really wanted to let him have it, and thankfully my girls proved him wrong. So for that I am thankful.

I am also thankful that we have the means to be able to travel back and see our families. It is so amazing to watch my girls with Meesh’s girls. They are really beautiful together and it makes me a little sad that we don’t live closer. But it makes me so much more thankful for our special time together.

And today I am also thankful that I got to have lunch with my oldest “best” friend from high school. She is the only one of my friends that really knew me before I was even J.’s girlfriend, much less his wife. So she is very special to me and I so appreciate our lunches together and the little bit of time we get to spend. (Also I’m thankful that she doesn’t mind the whole crew of girls, tagging along! Thanks, Vic!)

So for all of those things, I am very thankful today.

Hope you are all having a great start to your week – don’t forget to check out the other BSMs, we’ll get a BSTuesday maybe….

Thankful ~ Day 10

Today I am thankful for country music.

There, I’ve said it. I really do like all kinds of music and my iPod is a crazy, eclectic mix of stuff.

And maybe it is just my hillbilly background coming out, but there is something about those country songs. They make you stop, think, and realize how short our time on earth is.

I remember when I was pregnant with Emma,on a roadtrip to see my family, and I heard Kenny Chesney’s the Good Stuff song and bawled for a good 10 miles after I heard the part that goes –

Was the sight of her holdin my baby girl.
The way she adored that string of pearls,
I gave her the day that our youngest boy, Earl,
Married his high school love.
And it’s a new t-shirt saying, “I’m a Grandpa!”
Being right there as our time got small,
And holding her hand when the good Lord called her up.
Yeah, man, that’s the good stuff.

Okay, so I was pregnant. But man, that really is “good stuff.”

Or the time, sitting in my dining room with my mother-in-law and sister as we all cried to Martina McBride’s, In My Daughter’s Eyes. I still can’t listen to this part without tearing up –

In my daughter’s eyes I can see the future
A reflection of who I am and what will be
Though she’ll grow and someday leave
Maybe raise a family
When I’m gone I hope you see how happy
she made me
For I’ll be there
In my daughter’s eyes

Oh, there are a hundred more examples I could give. Tim McGraw’s, My Little Girl (definite tear-jerker when you have two little girls!) or Billy Dean’s, Let Them Be Little –

So let them be little,
‘Cause they’re only that way for a while.
Give ’em hope, give them praise,
Give them love every day.
Let ’em cry, let ’em giggle,
Let ’em sleep in the middle,
Oh, but let them be little.

I could go on and on.

And then I had the CMAs on last week while I was working and Kenny Chesney performed that new song of his, Don’t Blink.

That dude has some seriously good songwriters on his payroll.

Don’t blink
Just like that you’re six years old and you take a nap and you
Wake up and you’re twenty-five and your high school sweetheart becomes your wife
Don’t blink
You just might miss your babies growing like mine did
Turning into moms and dads next thing you know your “better half”
Of fifty years is there in bed
And you’re praying God takes you instead
Trust me friend a hundred years goes faster than you think
So don’t blink.

My mother-in-law called to make sure I had heard it and told me I had to watch the video. If you can watch that video without getting a little weepy, well…more power to you. But I can’t. I can’t even though I have already watched it a few times and know exactly what is coming up next.

After an especially long day, where I am counting the minutes til the girls will be in bed, um…kind of like yesterday, I only need to listen to one of these songs and it reminds me to slow down. Enjoy them while I can. So for that I am thankful.

Crafty Tuesday

There is just a whole lotta baking going on around here.

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Two dozen cookies times 3 (2 dance classes, one school pumpkin party) later.

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At least I got to use up all of my old Halloween ribbon. And the girls like to decorate cookies – even though after about one dozen they became disinterested, so Mommy had to decorate the rest. They are kind of hard to tell what they are. Most of them are witches and black cats. Or blobs. We have lots of Halloween blobs.

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Any Halloween craftiness going on around your haunted house this week?

Halloween Photo Contest

Twinkie is having a little photo contest right now. I have entered this photo, which you all have seen –

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but if you are so inclined, you might want to go over and vote for it? There are some cuties over there. So if you find one you like better, I will, well…I won’t really understand, because in my mind, there simply is nothing cuter than these two. But please go check it out. Pretty please.

Little Bloggy Milestones

This is my 250th post on Barely Controlled Chaos! I can really only count when I switched over to this, my official blog, because my old journal didn’t have handy little stats pages. I guess I could go back and *count* them, but I’m far too lazy for that.

Just happens that I also just hit my all-time high in visitors for the day. (Yahoo! We still have half the day to go, too!)

AND we are nearing the 15,000 visitors mark. That just really blows my mind. 15,000. I had always assumed I had 20 faithful reader or so…but even at 250 posts, that is only 5,000 visits. So me thinks there might be a few other people lurking out there. And speaking of *lurking,* I am really close to hitting 1,000 comments. Hmm…I’m thinking maybe I’ll have to have a little contest for my 1,000th commenter. I’ll think of something to maybe help some of you “de-lurk!”

But, I really just wanted to say thank you to all of you who consistently come back to read about our exploits, laugh and cry with us, and ooh and aah over the cutie photos of the girls. I started this as a journal really intended for our family to keep up with my pregnancy and the growth of Emma. Nearly five years later it has turned into this! Pretty cool. So thank you.
I have so enjoyed writing, crafting and creating these fun memories and being able to share them with you. I hope you have enjoyed it as well and come back often.

(And maybe leave a comment to win….you know I so love comments! I’ll give you a little help, we are at 974 right now.)

What are you doing this Saturday?

Ok, so I was all set to regale you with funny little stories of Em and Addie when I just got an email from my Dad and I decided that it deserved to be, and would be, the blog topic of the day instead. (Don’t worry, I’ll save the cute E.&A. stories for another day.)

So the email was one of those mass “story” little emails that I usually dismiss as having “seen it a thousand times” and delete it before I even get through the first sentence. But this one was different. I haven’t it and it really struck a chord with me.

Our little family kind of has a Saturday “tradition” – that we don’t do every Saturday, but I just realized why it seems so important to me. It started as E. and J. going out to get bagels and coffee for us and lately it has turned into all of us going out to have a little breakfast. I love it because after 5 days of barely seeing J. and dealing with the girls, it gives me a little break. (And I guess there is the fact that a Noah’s salt bagel and a nonfat Mocha is pretty much my most perfect breakfast, too. But that is beside the point.)

We always sit outside, enjoy our breakfast, E. and A. yell at the pigeons (“chigeons” is what A. calls them – kind of a cross between chicken and pigeon!), read the paper, make friends with the other kids around, or just people watch. It is really the simplest thing – but I really do look forward to it and after reading this story I now can point to the reason for my joy in our Saturday routine.

(It is kind of long…but so worth it. Keep reading!)

3900 Saturdays
The older I get, the more I enjoy Saturday mornings. Perhaps it’s the quiet solitude that comes with being the first to rise, or maybe it’s the unbounded joy of not having to be at work. Either way, the first few hours of a Saturday morning are most enjoyable.

A few weeks ago, I was shuffling toward the garage with a steaming cup of coffee in one hand and the morning paper in the other. What began as a typical Saturday morning turned into one of those lessons that life seems to hand you from time to time. Let me tell you about it:

I turned the dial up into the phone portion of the band on my ham radio in order to listen to a Saturday morning swap net. Along the way, I c ame across an older sounding chap, with a tremendous signal and a golden voice. You know the kind; he sounded like he should be in the broadcasting business. He was telling whom-ever he was talking with something about “a thousand marbles.” I was intrigued and stopped to listen to what he had to say.

“Well, Tom, it sure sounds like you’re busy with your job. I’m sure they pay you well but it’s a shame you have to be away from home and your family so much. Hard to believe a young fellow should have to work sixty or seventy hours a week to make ends meet. It’s too bad you missed your daughter’s “dance recital” he continued. “Let me tell you something that has helped me keep my own priorities.” And that’s when he began to explain his theory of a “thousand marbles.”

“You see, I sat down one day and did a little arithmetic. The average person lives about seventy-five years. I know, some live more and some live less, but on average, folks live about seventy-five years.

“Now then, I multiplied 75 times 52 and I came up with 3900, which is the number of Saturdays that the average person has in their entire lifetime. Now, stick with me, Tom, I’m getting to the important part…It took me until I was fifty-five years old to think about all this in any detail”, he went on, “and by that time I had lived through over twenty-eight hundred Saturdays.” “I got to thinking that if I lived to be seventy-five, I only had about a thousand of them left to enjoy. So I went to a toy store and bought every single marble they had. I ended up having to visit three toy stores to round up 1000 marbles. I took them home and put them inside a large, clear plastic container right here in the shack next to my gear.”

“Every Saturday since then, I have taken one marble out and thrown it away. I found that by watching the marbles diminish, I focused more on the really important things in life. There is nothing like watching your time here on this earth run out to help get your priorities straight.”

“Now let me tell you one last thing before I sign-off with you and take my lovely wife out for breakfast. This morning, I took the very last marble out of the container. I figure that if I make it until next Saturday then I have been given a little extra time. And the one thing we can all use is a little more time.”

“It was nice to meet you Tom, I hope you spend more time with your family, and I hope to meet you again here on the band. This is a 75 Year old Man, K9NZQ, clear and going QRT, good morning!”

You could have heard a pin drop on the band when this fellow signed off. I guess he gave us all a lot to think about. I had planned to work on the antenna that morning, and then I was going to meet up with a few hams to work on the next club newsletter.

Instead, I went upstairs and woke my wife up with a kiss. “C’mon honey, I’m taking you and the kids to breakfast.” “What brought this on?” she asked with a smile. “Oh, nothing special, it’s just been a long time since we spent a Saturday together with the kids. And hey, can we stop at a toy store while we’re out? I need to buy some marbles.

My favorite line is “There is nothing like watching your time here on this earth run out to help get your priorities straight.

What could be more true? Now what are you doing still sitting here reading? Go find your spouse, kids, friends. Get your priorities in line. We are nearly halfway to losing another marble.