Crafty Tuesday

Birdie #2 and I have discovered crafter’s Nirvana…they have opened a Hobby Lobby a mere 35 miles from our house. And it is worth every last mile. I had forgotten the allure of the Hobby Lobby (we had one in Naperville when we lived there.) – it is like a Michaels, a JoAnn Fabrics and a Home Goods all rolled into a store the size of Home Depot.

It. Is. Heaven.

Or at least as close as Two Birdies can get to Heaven here on Earth.

Needless to say our (way too brief!) stop there last year left me itchy with the crafting bug and a few new supplies, but not much to show for it this week.

I have however made a dent (albeit, a little tiny dent) into our House To-Do list. Tell me this isn’t intimidating?

But a dent was made – mainly in the lighting department. Now I am looking for an electrician to come transform our dreary, outdated chandeliers into light and loveliness. Before the aforementioned stop at the Hobby Lobby we traveled to the (this time OPEN) Lamps Plus Outlet. Luckily I found a traditional, simple chandelier with a modern twist for our dining room, which then led to finding foyer/entry way lighting and a top-of-the-stairs pendant, as well. Today with Nena and Grandma’s help I found kitchen lighting and now I’m just looking for something for the girls’ room. Sooo….close! I can’t wait til it is all up and I can show real progress. Right now since all of the boxes are stacked in the garage it still feels a little like “pretend” progress.

I have a few other projects in the works but they’ve been put on hold since we have visitors out here this week. In the meantime I’m looking for good Valentine projects to do that don’t take a lot of time/work/energy but are still pretty. So far we have this…

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I’ve only had to refill it once. 😉 Leave your craftiness for all of us to peruse! Happy Tuesday.

My girl.

Dear Gracie Girl,

Apparently you have started to look like your Mama. I don’t know if that is a good thing or not, but we have been hearing this sentiment from a lot of people lately. I have never doubted for a minute that you are my girl. You are stubborn (like your Mama), a little bit type-A (like your Mama), and the last few nights I have caught you reading under the covers long after the lights were supposed to be out (er…not that your Mama ever did that! Hi, Mom & Dad.)

Last night I was in the backseat next to you and Daddy was DJ-ing during our ride home. He said, “this one is for Mommy,” and it was The Good Life by Kenny Chesney. While we were listening to it, I told you the story of how Daddy had given me that album to listen to, specifically that song, when I was pregnant with you and driving from Michigan to Aunt Meesh’s house, and how I listened to it at least 50 times that trip. When the song got to the line (that always makes me cry!)…

“Cos the one thing stronger than the whiskey: Was the sight of her holdin’ my baby girl.”

I felt your little hand slip into mine and you gave me a little squeeze. With tears streaming down my cheeks and you gently rubbing my hand the exact way I often do, I offered up a prayer of thanks for you. My girl.

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Thank you for holding my hand, and my heart, sweet girl.
Love you,
Mommy

Those Little Things.

It is the littlest of things that sneak up, grab me and squeeze my heart just a little too hard.

Like the girls coming down from the shower all squeaky-clean the other night and climbing on the sofa with me. They still shower together mostly for ease and efficiency, but I am no longer needed for the “is all the shampoo out of my hair” check, they (most of the time) happily check each other for leftover soap. But the showering and getting ready on their own bit of independence has been coming for quite awhile now – that wasn’t the little thing that sent me reeling. This was…

Addie says to me, “Look Mama – we cut our all of our toenails and even our fingernails. All by ourselfs.” (Yes…she did say ‘ourselfs’ instead of ourselves. Cuteness that I know I should be correcting, but just can’t for a little while longer.)

Now, mind you, I didn’t relish the chore of cutting their nails, clearly not a job that was top ‘o the list for me. But the fact that they don’t need me to do it anymore? That was just one of those little things.

Those little things that remind me just how fleeting that time is when we have the girls all to “ourselfs.”

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