Sunday, April 19, 2015

i'm back!

Well...at least for today!

As ELC mentioned, my little family will soon be making a big move! We are excited--2015 has truly been a roller coaster. Ups. Downs. In-betweens. We are looking forward to a fun, fresh start. I am forever grateful to ELC for ALWAYS picking up my slack with our sweet blog. She has so much dedication and love.

Last Thursday, Little Leighton and I headed South for a visit with Grammy and Pa-Pa and a salon appointment for moi! (I still go home to have my hair cut and colored by our precious Kit--she cuts the whole fam-damily's hair, actually. Bless her heart. I'm sure she would like to drop a couple of us.) ELC and I had been chatting a couple of weeks ago about cutting my hair. It was ridiculously long--completely unmanageable. ELC suggested (she always makes good suggestions) I consider cutting at least 6 inches so that I could donate it. Done and done! I couldn't wait.

LL and I arrived at our destination mid-afternoon on Thursday. Once we had our snack of freshly baked (by ELC, nonetheless!) gluten-free chocolate chip cookies, we headed outside. It was a pretty day, and we were ready for some fresh, country air! I was immediately taken aback by the sheer beauty of Mom and Dad's roses! I couldn't resist and had to cut a few to put in the most tiny, precious vase. Aren't these divine? (No filters for these pics!)



The next morning, after a breakfast of champions (Pancakes--again made with love by ELC! Are we in some kind of Twilight Zone? Y'all know she's not a fan of cooking. BUT, let me tell you what...she rocks at it when she gets in that kitchen!) and coffee (duh), I headed into town for the big cut! Of course we took a before picture (Yes, I made it black and white. Between the pony tail kinks and roots and my pasty white arms, I couldn't handle full color.)


Six inches later? (Yes, another black and white.)


I really love it! Kit blows my mind with her talent. Now, I have no clue how to fix it. It's been quite some time since my hair has been this short. I'm going to practice and learn! I texted ELC this shameless selfie Friday night (LL stayed with them for two nights, while I headed back. I'll let ELC give y'all a recap of all of the fun they had! So many shenanigans with those three.) after I attempted a half-up 'do.


Thank y'all ever so much for your patience with me. I can't wait to share more about our new adventure soon.

I hope this is a magical week for all...TTFN.

Wednesday, April 15, 2015

Carousels...Blueberry Muffins...and Doc McStuffins!

Yesterday I made a fast trip Northeast to see TLC and Little Leighton (LL) for a few hours. (Still not quite ready to spend the night away from My Sweet Hubby…) TLC doesn’t usually tell LL I’m coming until I’m halfway there. As I got out of my car, there she was…standing at her front door with TLC…waving and saying: “Hi, Grammy! Hi, Grammy!” Heaven. Grammy Heaven. TLC had told her we were going to get to do one of her most favourite things ever—ride the Carousel at the Mall. LL was super-psyched!

First, we made a jog by their new home—which is about 12 miles away from the home TLC has lived in with Her Hubby for over 5 ½ years. (Moving will be bittersweet…Sigh…) LL kept saying: “Where’s the Mall?” She knew we’d not gone the “regular” way. She knows the path to the Mall—trust me. She knows every turn.

Once we arrived at the Mall, LL tried to tell her Mama where to park! “Go by The Cheesecake Factory, Mama!” The Cheesecake Factory used to be a place the three of us ate—a lot—prior to LL’s Celiac diagnosis. God love her. She hasn’t totally realized it’s been almost a year since we’ve eaten there. Anyway, TLC convinced her it’d be okay to park in an area they’ve been going to since Christmas. Once we get in the Mall door, we can hear the Carousel music. LL’s little face lights up immediately and she says: “Let’s get Purple Horse, Grammy! Let’s get Purple Horse!” (Sometimes another child has LL’s purple horse. She pouts a teensy bit—mostly she has to hurry and decide on another one and she quickly adjusts her Carousel Attitude!)

We rode the Purple Horse while TLC went to get two Tall Skinny Vanilla Lattes from Starbucks. (One for me—not LL. Wink. Wink.) Then TLC and LL stood in line for LL’s second ride. She had to pick another horse. A tiny tot and her grandmother got to Purple Horse first. Dadgummit.  LL decided to call this new horse “Golden.” You can see why in this picture:


Yes. TLC has as much fun—or more—as Little Leighton!

Before heading back to their casa, we made a fast trip into The Disney Store—where I bought LL a purple “Doc McStuffins Camera Phone.” LL adores Doc! She doesn’t think it’s possible to do the Carousel without going by said Disney store. TLC tried to be tough and tell her we’d go another time. LL wouldn’t have it. (Picture another precious pout.)

After lunch, I watched General Hospital (No. I don’t watch daytime soap operas. But I think it’s kind of fun to see the same characters that were stars thirty—or more—years ago—acting out the same type o’ plots. Good for them!) while LL napped and TLC ran a couple of errands. Two hours later, when LL woke up—she excitedly told me this: “Mama got some YUMMY blueberry muffins, Grammy!” A child that wakes up talking about food? A child with several of my genes. As we headed to the kitchen, she remembered her “Doc” phone. She could push a “light” button and shine pictures of Doc, Lamby and Stuffy on her bedroom wall. This fascinated her. For a few minutes, she completely forgot about her blueberry muffin. I had to work at getting her to the kitchen table for said snack. She let me have ONE bite of the muffin. It was DELICIOUS. UDI’s Gluten-Free Blueberry Muffins. Wowzer. Fantastic. (Even if you don’t need to eat gluten-free, I feel confident you’d love these muffins. Unless you’re not a muffin person. If you’re not? We can’t be friends. Sorry.) When I tried to get a second, tiny bite? LL quickly got it out of my fingers and back on her plate. She smiled, though, while she stole it back! I didn’t blame her. I wouldn’t have wanted to share my blueberry muffin, either.

Once TLC got back, she had to scramble to get LL dressed and ready for her Ballet and Tap Class.  (This is LL at her class. She prefers to stand when others are doing as they're asked, i.e. to sit. Bless her rebellious little heart!)



I had to head home. (Insert a few tiny sniffles here...) It was a day of pure perfection. The kind I'll remember for a long time. And treasure.

smooches and ta-ta for now!

Monday, April 13, 2015

the old switcharoo...


So this morning I’m “changing out” my closet. Something I never did until fifteen years ago—when we built our country casa. We knew we wanted our closets to have lots of storage—shelves, cubbies. Double racks—so we could keep Fall/Winter clothes easily accessible. Then, like our Fancy Friends, we'd move our Spring/Summer frocks down to the lower racks, once we felt confident Spring was, in fact, here to stay. Today I feel that confidence and it’s time to do…

drum roll…

The Switch!

It’s not a job I love. I truly need to purge like I’ve never purged before. I’m at a too-fluffy-ish weight, at this point, in my old age. I don’t like it. However, I find I’m not committed enough to give up my M&Ms, Coke Zeros, and cupcakes! Still, I have scads of jeans/tops/clothes of various sizes. I must, must, MUST get rid of some/several/lots. Immediately. Period.

I was also just thinking that you may have wondered where in the heck TLC is! Well, she’s in the midst of A Big Change that’s happening in her—and her family’s—life. They’ve sold their home and are about to be moving into a new one. (New to them!) It’ll be in a different town—but close by. They’ve got a couple of months to get things organized and packed. Since it’s also near the end of Little Leighton’s pre-school year, life will be more hectic than it’s ever been for The Four of Them (counting Henry—their dog!). I intend to do my best to force, I meant ask, TLC to contribute a post now and then. She WILL be back. Trust me on this...

(FYI: TLC is someone who abhors change. "Spontaneous" is not a word I'd ever use to describe her. I encourage us all to be tres understanding. I myself intend to coddle and comfort her through the stress. Because let's be honest: Her stress becomes moi stress. And vice versa. My Sweet Hubby is doing so much better..I feel up to TLC's Moving Challenge. Absolutely. No doubts. No fears.)

First, however, my closet calls…

Y’all have a Marvelous Monday, PLEASE, and Wonderful Week—wherever in the World Y’all are…

Thursday, April 9, 2015

the morning slug...


My Sweet Husband (MSH) is a fascinating man. He’s smart. Handsome. Kind. Funny. Handy. Wise. Silly. Brave. (Except he does shiver at the sight of a centipede.) He’s also quite energetic. I suspect he could have been diagnosed with ADHD when he was a child/adolescent/teen. He rises early. Has for as long as I’ve known him. Which is about 38 years. And when I say early, I mean 5:00 a.m. Sometimes 4:00 a.m. He blows and goes all day long. Inside. Outside. He’s driven to make goals. Complete jobs. Succeed. Even at the most mundane chores.

When his four sons and our TLC were adolescents/teens, he’d drive them cRaZy—waking them up early every weekend. For yardwork. To clean their rooms. For church. Just on general principle. He apparently believed if he was up, well, all of us should be up, too. (I’ve also been an early riser most of my life. I did enjoy sleeping until 7:00ish on the weekends! For the past three-ish years, however, I’d call myself a bit of a “slacker.” I “linger” in our bed almost every morning. I’m awake at 5:00. But sometimes it’s 8:00 before I’ve drug myself out of my comfy comfort.) When MSH’d wake the kids, he’d start by opening their curtains/blinds. He called it “killing the bacteria!” I cannot even emphasize enough how much each and every one of the five DESPISED this procedure. To this day, TLC is NOT, I repeat, NOT a Morning Person. Fortunately for MSH, Little Leighton has inherited the Early Worm Gene from him and we’re all up, at the crack of down, with her. MSH loves it! Once in a blue moon, TLC gets to sleep a teensy bit later! She thinks 8:00 a.m. is HEAVEN, bless her wittle-bitty-Mama-heart.

I knew MSH was beginning to get back to his old, silly self—from the trauma of his recent, second heart attack—yesterday morning , when this conversation happened:

MSH (as he walked up to my side of our bed…): Am I supposed to be taking that allergy pill every day?

(I finally convinced him, after trying for almost 20 years, to take Allegra. He’d argue and argue—as he sniffed, sneezed and hacked—that he had no allergy issues. About a month ago, he conceded he might, in fact, have some “Cedar” problems. He agreed to try Allegra or Claritin.)

ELC: Yes. You do. You take one every day.

MSH: Well, okay. Then I need to let you know I have only five Allegras left.

ELC: I have a new bottle in my cabinet.

This (retired!) man, who’d already had breakfast, walked Buddy Bear, taken his shower and was dressed for the day (it was 7:20ish), stood by our bed, looking down at me. Me—ELC—The Morning Slug.

ELC: Do I need to get up, right this second, and go get that bottle for you?

MSH (taking about 2 seconds to think of his answer): No. But you do have to get up in five days. If you don’t mind.

Hahaha, MSH. That was a good one. I get it. I’m lazy. I could lay in that bed for five more days—right. Yes. Clever. Quite clever.

He’s bbbaaaaccccckkkkkk!

Happy Friday Eve, Sillies Everywhere!