What if?

My mom always explained me as a child that said.. 

What if?

The day was planned with a picnic....

What if it rains? 

What if there are ants?

I feel the tenor in the air, and think of all the possible outcomes. And of course my mind thinks first of the worst scenarios! However if it doesn't come to pass, I've missed out on all the beauty and sunshine. 

I feel a storm coming....

http://blaine.org/sevenimpossiblethings/?p=1884

“‘What if it rains? Well, then, we’ll be pirates on a ship,
in a ghastly gale, looking for buried treasures.'”

Born at the wrong time - An old soul

Bad boys, bad boys!

These two were delighted to have Uncle W* visit in his police car! Sam was full of questions and Emma pushed lots of buttons.

My love affair

During the day I struggle to keep my head above water. A constant treading while I monologue inside my head. I pour it out at night, releasing it all to my beloved blank page. My love is not impatient and does not judge. Patiently awaiting the thoughts my mouth held tight.

Recently, I received a nomination for a blogging award on my anonymous blog. I feel very touched and honored that I've been nominated! Unfortunately, I haven't felt much like writing lately. Writer's block, perhaps. Or maybe it's simply because of the subject matter at hand. Each post I write takes a lot of insight and reflection, and I am praying for the courage and helpful insight to keep my blog going.

One Crazy Summer

Jonesing to what this again..

Gotta love that voice! 

the cute cartoon imagination 

I used to do my hair that way! 

No one plays a better romantic better than John and his crazed brain! 

And who doesn't like a movie where the under dog wins!

Things left undone

It's been ages since I've finished a book, came to a conclusion, or sat back and admired a project tied in neat bow. In my happiest times I've had breathing room to dedicate finishing things. But I'm learning and trying to accept that so many aspects of this life are connected to others, and things that I cannot control. It drives me bat shit crazy sometimes, but other times life's surprises make me smile.
I guess I need to accept the things I cannot bring to completion, and still find a balance in my need to see it's end vs see it's evolution. Life is beautiful either way. Just don't stall on me.. that REALLY drives me BAT SHIT CRAZY!

Fragile body, big heart and soul

Nothing like viewing your life insurance policy and a trip to the ER to realize your mortality. Life is short, live it to the fullest!

A front porch swing is meant for two! 

Watching - SOA

That true freedom requires sacrifice and pain. Most human beings only think they want freedom. In truth they yearn for the bondage of social order, rigid laws, materialism. The only freedom man really wants, is the freedom to become comfortable.

Sam - "Can you give me a dream?" - Because we said so!

Sam got in trouble tonight, again. Dane brought him to bed before he was ready and he was having a fit! Flailing about saying he was still hungry and wanted to eat cereal. I said fine, but no TV while you eat. His tantrum intensified, saying things like.

"Life isn't fair!"

"You're the meanest Mommy ever!"

"I don't love you anymore!"

"I want to go live with GaGa!"

I tried to settle him down with the promise of a back rub and then with threats of grounding off all electronics (he loves YouTube, any show that blows things up). After this amount of time, my other children would have passed out from crying, but he was still pissed. I had to come up with something else to calm this child of mine. So I began to explain that we all have rules for a reason.

"Do you think Emma would understand that cars could squish her like a bug..that is why we have a rule to hold our hands while we walk to the car", I said.

Here's where I had fun changing things up a bit.

"Do you know what happens to little boys who eat food past..."  Looked at the time, "Eek, oh no, do you have any idea what time it is?"

At this point, Sam got interested in my obvious ploy to get him in a better mood for bed. I bit my knuckles.

"10 oh 3! That's 3 minutes past the guarding cereal aliens!" "Oh no I've said too much, you must go to sleep, they'll be here any second to check if you're asleep!"

We had fun with this for a bit... then I told him I'd write this story. Yes, I type pretty fast and the tapping of the keys sent him into dreamland where I'm sure he'll dream of alien abductions and cereal spoons.

School's out for Summer!

Last day of school 

Sam -

Was an exciting field day!  But he didn't feel very well so his half day was cut even shorter. :(

*see if you can spot Maddy in this pic. You can try to hide Maddy but the camera caught you!

Christian -

HAGS - Have a great summer! 

A half day of celebrating the end of 7th grade, and signing junior high yearbooks. Then he and his "summer crew" spent the rest of the day hanging out at the park.

Maddy - 

Hanging out with the coolest person ever.. ME! Yes, she missed the last day of 6th grade as well as a lot of days this year. Next year will be another new start! I'm proud of her progress!

Get well soon my little rainbow!

Pneumonia is worse, and now she has double ear infections. But look at that smile.. she is one tough cookie! Hope the stronger antibiotics will kick it!

(antibiotic resistance)

Loss for words

Pic: http://rkvc.net/tag/inner-thoughts/

I am constantly writing in my head. Thoughts flow, get interrupted, and are lost forever. I have so much I need to release, yet stay locked inside. It eats at me, devouring pieces I'll never get to see. My feelings needful to bleed onto paper, hemorrhage inside. Little by little I lose myself.

Mama Cheetah

Taken from my other blog...I've always felt a kinship to cheetahs...

Loners, set apart, they work hard just to stay alive. No pack to the rescue, the patterns in prey they see. Their tear drop stained face shows an evolution of feeling, and a sense of duty I respect!  - INFJ

 Mama Cheetah Saves Her Cub

Mama Cheetah lounged on a rock while watching baby cheetah run across the Savannah plains.  Her baby was a fast runner, the fastest cheetah she’d ever seen. Mama perks up as she sees baby rounding a curve at full speed. For Mama Cheetah knew baby, who loved to run, was sometimes hindered from a wound that had never healed.

Just as Mama Cheetah stands, baby disappeared from sight.  Running as fast as she could mama arrived to find baby had fallen into a great big hole.  The fracture in the earth was dark, scary and very, very deep.

Mama Cheetah circled the hole and was relieved to see a way out.  Someone had placed a ladder to assist anyone who might fall in.

“Everything’s going to be just fine! Climb up the ladder and you’ll be free!”

Mama looks down to see her daughter pacing in front of the ladder.

“I can’t, I can’t!” Baby Cheetah cried.

“What’s wrong? Why can’t you just climb the ladder?”

Baby Cheetah continued to pace in front of the ladder, growing more and more frustrated.  Her sad chirps changed to angry growls.

“The ladder is covered with scary bugs! I can’t climb up it!”

Mama Cheetah knew baby’s fear, and needed to think of a way to save her!  She knew it would be impossible to climb down and carry her up by herself. Baby cheetah was now too big to carry like she used to in the safe clutches of her teeth.  Mama then realized the only way she could help her baby, was to coach her out.

“You can do it, the bugs can’t hurt you.” Mama said calmly.

“But they’re scary, and I’m scared, I’m scared, I’m scared!” Baby cheetah chanted over and over again.

“Just count to three, close your eyes, and start climbing!” Mama said calmly.

Hesitating, baby cheetah paced and growled in front of the ladder.

“DO IT NOW!” Mama, roared.

“One, two, THREE!” Baby cheetah closed her eyes and started climbing up the ladder. With every step the bugs on each rung became fewer and fewer.

“I’m doing it!” Baby cheetah cried proudly.

“You’re doing it!” Mama cheetah cried proudly.

Just a few steps from the top Mama cheetah could see baby’s face beaming with pride.  Baby cheetah planted her feet on the ground and nodded to Mama.  She then darted off into the sunset of the Savannah, faster than Mama cheetah had ever seen her baby run.

Warm snuggles! - Updated

Update - Poor, poor Emma has pneumonia :( 103.5 fevers for the past 4 days have not been fun! 

I secretly love when my kids get sick (not serious illness or puking). The littles always get so snuggly and want nothing more than my presence. Life slows down for a bit, and I get to re-watch for the 100th time various Disney movies. My tween and teen on the other hand, are a bit of a pill and act like they are dying!

Watching....