Sunday, July 14, 2019

...quick Sunday post...

I hope y’all have had a fabulous weekend, Readers! We had the privilege of taking care of sweet Buddy for ELC and My Sweet Dad today. They had to make a quick trip to Austin. We went over twice to let him out and give him a few little biscuits. Y’all. He is genuinely the most precious dog on the planet. I do love our Henry, and while he is the cutest, Buddy is the sweetest. Just look at these pictures:

The girls truly love him!

I’m off now to finish touching up the paint in our bathroom. I pinkie promise I’ll take “AFTER” pictures this week. It’s been a process, y’all. But this is truly the last step! Well, I’ll need to deep clean it. Then it’s ready!

Happy Monday Eve!

Tuesday, July 9, 2019

epic fail...

As mothers/parents, it truly is our job to be good role models for our children. Sometimes/MANYtimes it hits me—hard—how I’ve failed TLC at this job I took on more than 35 years ago.

I’ve had a “weight” problem 90% of my 65 years. (I start this at around my age 10.) This challenge was given to me from both sides of my gene pool. I’ve hated this gift/reality. I’ve done many STUPID and unhealthy diets to lose weight. I consider myself a fairly smart person. Not even close to brilliant. Adequately smart. Yet I’ve tried ideas that a kumquat would have known were RIDICULOUS.

Then I joined Weight Watchers. In January of 2017. And I FINALLY learned how to be a balanced, healthier, intelligent eater. I still make bad decisions and have days (mostlynights—that’s my weakest time) when I’m a little out of control. However, I stay successful at maintaining my 44-pound loss.

TLC joined WWs a few months ago. It completely took me by surprise. She didn’t have a lot to lose. And it really wasn’t as much about losing weight as it was about gaining control of her habits and being/eating healthier. For herself AND her daughters. As their role model.

She met her “lifetime goal” in three months. Slowly and with determination. She did it despite growing up with a mother who didn’t cook. A mother who took her through TOO MANY drive-thrus. A mother who was NOT a good role model for healthy eating.

She did it because her oldest daughter was diagnosed with Celiac disease when she was 2 years old. This diagnosis took the possibility of TLC becoming like me—The Drive-Thru Queen—away from Little Leighton and Belle (Belle may not be Celiac and hasn’t been tested because she’s not had gluten in her three years on this Earth—so any medical test would be virtually useless.).

I cannot begin to express my pride—in words—for the amazing role model TLC has been to her daughters. To me. Her Dad. Her family. She is a FABULOUS At-Home Chef. She plans her family’s meals with love, passion and true commitment. They are beyond DELICIOUS.

(Now if only I hadn’t also been a TERRIBLE role model concerning Diet Cokes/Coke Zeroes. TLC has many times, in the past ten years, given them completely up. For LONG stretches of time. But this evil PUSHER has tempted her with my fridge full of unhealthy sodas.

I’m sorry, TLC! Forgive me. I wish I could say I’ll do better. I fear that’d be a lie. At the least, I can role model honesty.

Happy Tuesday, Friends Everywhere! Be aware of who’s watching you with awe, loyalty and admiration. DO BETTER!!! TRY! Let’s all at least try...right?


Wednesday, July 3, 2019


Happy 4th of July Eve! My family loves this holiday. Especially Little Leighton. I was thinking tonight about all of our previous “Fourths” and wanted to share a few favourite pictures from the past six years! I hope y’all have a safe, happy holiday! God Bless America!

Sunday, June 30, 2019

Ida Know—American Ninja Princess

Y’all. Belle. Oh. My. Stars. The child is a whirlwind. A mini tornado. Another enigma in this cRaZy family.

On Wednesday afternoon, I was over at TLC’s. For a few hours. My hip injection had been postponed for a week. I was a bit down in the dumps. Needed distraction. There’s no one better to keep your mind from negative thinking/over-thinking than 3-year-old Belle.

She’s so very different from Big Sister, Little Leighton (aka LL aka Sister Biscuit.). TLC and LL were not “physical” toddlers. Neither climbed up on anything! Both loved being carried, in fact. Both had to be told—around 5 years old—no more being carried! No more strollers. Sheesh.

Belle? Climbs as high as she can. Gets her upstairs’ and downstairs’ Princess stools—that are technically for getting up on the potty or reaching the sink to brush her teeth—and tries to see and reach EVERYTHING she can get her little hands on.

She’s been doing somersaults since she was eighteen months old. This makes her Mom and Grammy nervous wrecks. She won’t listen to us tell her to slow down and do them right. Nope. No time for listening.

I’m now calling her The American Ninja Princess. In addition to running around their playroom like it’s a track, and even in her Rapunzel princess shoes—that are high heels, Y’all—she is now using the playroom couch as an obstacle to climb on, up and over. As fast as she possibly can and all the while with her Mom loudly demanding: STOP THAT RIGHT NOW. Before you get hurt!

Her vocabulary—and her understanding of what she's saying—is also impressive. Sister Biscuit? Same way. Early talking. Early knowledge of what she was saying. Belle has a teeny little issue with the way she says some letters and words. Bird? It’s boid. TLC has been working with her on this.

TLC: Say “BIRD, Belle. Look at my mouth and lips. BIRD.

BELLE: Boid. (With the cutest little smile,)


BELLE: Boid. (Smiling...cooperating...smiling...)

GRAMMY: Okay, Mama. That’s enough!

When you ask Belle a are your shoes? She says: Idaknow.

GRAMMY: Watch my mouth and lips, Belle: I. DON’T. Know.

BELLE: Idaknow.

These pictures were all taken in the past ten days.

Here...Pa-Pa and I are taking LL and Belle to a new park we found close to our casa. Belle is trailing behind LL and Pa-Pa. Handicapped Grammy is bringing up the rear. Belle is currently not a fan of parks. Doesn’t want to swing. Or slide. Mostly just wants to wander around telling you she doesn’t want to do anything. The American Ninja Princess needs the comfort of her home/playroom/Grammy and Pa-Pa’s home to go WILD.

Here she’s attempting to sit still and play Candyland with LL, Pa-Pa and moi. Pa-Pa and I had coasters with coffee cups on them. Belle got a coaster for her fish. I cannot make this stuff up. Which is why I take pictures to show TLC.

The last two: She’s in her playroom. Their tent is a “Nursery” for the Princess Babies. Aurora. Tiana. Ariel. Belle spends alot of time getting them arranged and ready for their naps.

Yes. That is an Easter headband. Belle still wears it at least twice a week. Her hair. Oh. My. That wild hair.

I might be too old to continue to “coach” this Princess Ninja. She wears me out. She pretty much wears all of us out. And we ADORE HER! With all of our hearts and souls.

Happy July, Y’all! Wear red, white and/or blue all week to celebrate America’s Birthday! At least try...WHY NOT?

Hugs and Smooches,