A Grown Up Perspective. . .

Over spring break we packed up our car and headed to Idaho for a fun filled TEN days.  Half of that time Rob flew out to Scottsdale, Arizona for work and left us girls at my parent's house to get reacquainted with our long lost siblings and cousins (since moving to Washington we make it home a lot less often than when we lived in Utah).  Typically, when we do visit, we stay at Rob's parent's house, and how we fill our days differs at the two homes.

With Leesa, we shop and eat out and run around a lot--which I love.  At my mom's house we sit and chat and cook at home and the kids run wild--which I also love, and which the girls generally love as well (there are no cousins at Leesa's (aka Mana) house. At Mana's there is always a freezer full of ice cream, a closet full of toys and lots of new movies, and, of course, a lot of shopping--which often works in their favor--plus, in the summer there is a pool, lots of walking pathways and the Boise River for throwing rocks into.  But while my parent's house is no longer a farm (the land has been sold off and developed), it still feels like a farm.  Ducks, chickens, dogs and cats make for high entertainment, in additions to half a dozen or so girl cousins and a handful of boy cousins that show up to join the fun.

One would think, that since I grew up with wild liters of puppies and kittens roaming free, and climbed trees with the practiced agility of a monkey, and competed for the highest jumps on the trampoline, not to mention swimming in the canal (which the cows drank from. . . among other things) and dozens of other "country" activities, that I would want that for my children. . . and I do, BUT somehow scaling a tree to nose bleed heights seems less innocuous from the grand old age of 33 than it did from 7 or 11.  Cats have loads of germs.  Roaming puppies are in danger of being hit on the road if not kept under constant surveillance--kids too for that matter!  And don't get me started on the grossness that is the ditch!

I find myself constantly torn between letting them explore and be kids--after all they are outside, for pete's sake, and not on some electronic device--and reigning them in to keep them from killing themselves, breaking their necks on the trampoline, aka launching bone breaker.

I survived.  They will too. . . I hope.  I just have to keep remembering the old saying, "Everybody dies, but not everybody lives!"  I need to let my children live, albeit with an ounce of caution.  Just like Hannah proclaimed at the end of our trip (in reference to the go-go-go of Mana's house and the stay-stay-stay of Grammy's house) "Can't there just be balance!"

Wise girl.  I must be doing something right!

Spring. . .

Spring is in the air, it's in the trees and in our hair!

The rain isn't gone, but we are finally getting stretches of no rain and some blue skies between the clouds.  But the blossoms popping out everywhere are certainly making it feel more like spring.  Around here, the world is purple and pink from the flowering plum trees that dot the landscape and line the roads.  The sight of them makes me slightly giddy.

Other things are blooming, but the mass of pink makes the biggest impact for now.

Last week I devoted a post on House of White to frogs.  Frogs are a sure sign of spring and we have been hearing them sing their chorus, and spotting them in the yard for some time now.  This guy has taken up residence on our back patio. . . much to Chuck's chagrin! He doesn't, however, seem to have much spring in his hop.

Next week is spring break and we are headed to Idaho to see family and have some fun.  So in preparation, Hannah and Signe and I took a trip to the salon for new spring dos.

My hair was getting unmanageably long. . .

So I had it whacked:

Hannah has been begging for highlight. . . so I let her get a few, along with some sassy layers.  I think it turned out super cute! (The girls' picture were taken on my cellphone, so they are a smidge grainy.)

Signe didn't have an appointment--because I didn't want to get her hair cut off--but she came and looked through a hair magazine and politely asked my hairdresser if she would give her the haircut she found in the magazine.  Soooo, I let her do it.

She couldn't have been more thrilled.  The smile didn't leave her face for hours and she kept touching her hair.  So I guess it's okay after all.  Short hair, long hair, that girl is always adorable!

Now that we are ready for spring, the warm weather can go ahead and join us. . .now.

Happy Spring!

Happy Valentine's Day

When we were dating and during the first year of our marriage, Rob used to buy me the most beautiful flowers. What I loved most about the bouquets he sent me was their uniqueness.  He never sent me roses.  I have only ever received roses from him once (on my 19th birthday he sent me 18 long stem roses because he knew my ex-boyfriend was stopping by and would see them).  Instead he sent me orchids and birds of paradise and lilies.  Then the honeymoon period wore off and the flowers stopped coming, until a few years ago when I told Rob I was going to buy my own Valentine flowers--because I love any excuse to have fresh flowers in the house.  So he took me and we picked out a bouquet for me and one each for the girls.

Tradition was born.  We got flowers and Rob didn't have to pick them out.  Over the weekend while running errands Rob pulled into Costco.

"What are you getting at Costco?" I asked.

"I have one thing on my list here." He stated, and then handed me his blackberry to look at his list: buy the girls flowers.  "I was going to buy them and bring them home as a surprise, but I thought you might not like what I picked out."  He explained.

Of course I would have loved anything he picked--because he picked something on his own!  But none-the-less, the girls were thrilled to pick out their own flowers.

Hannah decided right away on a bunch of lilies.

Signe took longer, but settled on a bouquet of red, white and pink carnations--she liked the pink the best.

The woman working there then asked what I wanted and directed me to the $15 bouquets of roses.  She seemed rather surprised when I picked out two dozen pink tulips (even muttering something along the lines of "Everyone has their own taste in flowers").  Nothing says spring like a shock of pink tulips!

Of course, now that I think about it,  Rob is the only one without a Valentine's Day gift.  I guess I better go make him some cookies--they are his weakness.

Happy Valentine's Day!

A Flutter of Ideas. . .

. . . beads in a jar.

. . . cheerios on a page.

. . . colored pencils stuck in a foam ball. (Signe is nothing if not creative!)

. . . "signe's" on a page

All ideas of what to do for the 100th day of school celebration.  Signe had been putting off her project for nearly two weeks because she couldn't think of just the perfect thing to make for her 100th day project.  It had to be something that could hang on the wall, and it had to be something that no one else would do.

I was no help either.  I kept shooting off ideas while I worked on a new strand of garland.  Then suddenly the paper punch next to me inspired an idea. . .

and a flutter of butterflies were born--100 of them, actually.  

Signe was thrilled! 

Funny it took me so long to think of it considering the plethora of butterfly projects around here lately (not to mention the ones on my idea list--as yet uncreated). . . 

The butterfly wreath:

The butterfly cake:

(And my most recent project) The butterfly garland:

(currently hanging in Signe's window)

Maybe I should have just sewn up a string of 100 butterflies!  They could have hung that around the classroom.  

Think Outside the Box

Whenever we are in the mood for a good laugh around here we invite Signe to entertain us.  The girl is hilarious and no one can predict the twists and turns her mind will take. . . except maybe Rob since they are both slightly crazy. But he claims she surprises even him.  This is not a girl who colors inside the lines.  She does not conform to laws of science, or the bounds of reality.  She exists in a land of magic and possibility.

All that being said, sometimes she comes up with completely plausible ideas, despite their unusual nature.

For instance, our oven has been acting up--turning itself on and doing weird things--so Rob has flipped the breaker off the last couple of nights (which also turns off the microwave).  This morning Signe decided she wanted bread with butter and jam on it for breakfast. . . only the butter was hard from the fridge and the jam was the less sugar variety of freezer strawberry jam, which tends to freeze harder.  But none-the-less, I sliced some butter and scooped some jam onto the bread, but in the rush was too lazy to go out and flip the breaker.

"But I want it melted!" Signe complained.

"Just fold it over and pretend it is dessert." I suggested

"Can't we heat it up somehow?" Her eyes squinted and her brain started turning. "Like, I don't know, blow dry it or something?"

"That's exactly what we should do!" I said.  Because really, it wasn't a bad idea.  And it was more fun that walking out to the other side of the garage to flip the breaker back on.

So while she brushed her hair, we blow dried her bread and jam.  It made it nice and soft and the butter just a little melty.  Perfect.

Thinking outside the box is always useful, even if it's just for breakfast.  Plus it made her giggle, which I can never get enough of.

Happy Tuesday!

Family (& Friends) Fun Friday

In the spirit of all things fun and family, we let the girls choose their activity last friday.  And of course their first choice was to invite friends.  At this point, these particular friends are pretty much family--their father even suggested we claim them on our taxes this year since they are over so much! Luckily they are good boys and we really don't mind having them over.

The four of them put their heads together and before I knew it, we were off to the fabric store--I even impressed my husband by thinking to bring my 40% off and 50% off coupons.

The goal: pajama bottoms for all (we even got enough to make some for another little friend not present).

Then of course Family (& Friend) Fun Friday quickly turned into Mom and Dad work and kids go play Friday.  Luckily, the pattern said it was so easy even some guy could do it (as attested by the picture of said random man sewing them on the cover of the pattern envelope).  Not that Rob sewed, but he did cut out all the pjs while I started sewing them together.  Funny how the kids vanished when the actual work began.

And once they were all made the kids donned their fancy sleepwear and ran off to play video games sans the parents who worked so hard to put the "fun" in Family (& Friend) Fun Friday.

Next week I think I will choose the activity!  Any suggestions? My only request is that we can make it Family Fun IN THE SUN Friday.

Progress. . .

After my last post, I cleaned and thought over my dilemma.  Then I talked to my husband.  He had some sound advice.  It was really novel, actually.  He said. . . work during work hours, say 8 - 4 (while the kids are at school), then DON'T work after 4pm.  Be "home" after 4 and do "home" things.  

GENIUS!  

As simple as that sounds, I have been letting my business take over my life.  I have worked and worked and stopped to make dinner and gone back to working to finish something up that I had started.  Something I might have finished during the day had I not gotten distracted and stopped to clean the kitchen or do some laundry.  

That's the hard part of working but still being home.  My to-do list gets all mixed together and when I wake up I think of ALL the things I have to do in a day--work, house, kids, whatever else--and I get overwhelmed.  Then I spend the day with my head ready to explode while I flit from one "to-do" item to the next and back.  Often I get so indecisive about what to do I don't get much of anything done--OR I get little portions of lots of things done, but have nothing to show for my time.

It's discouraging, to say the least.

But magical things happen when you spend your work day working and ignoring your house, then spend your home time ignoring your work--yesterday that involved three almost done sewing projects that I would have gone back to work on after dinner--and doing "home" things. But instead, I told myself, "Jenni, you left work.  Those things will wait for tomorrow" (well, Thursday actually, because we don't work every other Wednesday).  And it worked! My mind quit stressing about the work to-do list and shifted to the home to-do list.  So I spent the evening doing "home" things. . .

Like cleaning my kitchen.

And helping my girls do their homework and practice piano. . .

And making a batch of homemade bread.  

For months Rob has been making us homemade bread.  But this week he didn't have time, so he said "Why don't you make it?" Strange, huh?  I cook and bake a lot, but bread making has been his thing, so I never make it.  But why wait around for someone else to do something you can do yourself.

Especially when the outcome tastes so good!

I think this system is working for me.  Plus it means I may not have to cut out much.  Apparently, when you organize and compartmentalize your life more stuff gets done.  Sort of like packing.  

Who knew?!

Either that, or having a clean kitchen and a belly full of warm, buttered, fresh-from-the-oven, homemade bread just makes it seem as though all is right in the world.