Thursday, May 21, 2015


Two Saturdays ago, our Little Miss made her First Communion.  The weekend brought with it so many moments now imprinted in my mind and on my heart forever.  I hope she also captured all the beautiful memories and will always hold on to them.  

She is certainly a lucky young girl to have many people in her life who love her and we are all very blessed to have her in our lives.

Here are some of the moments...

Four generations...
...Memere made us all laugh; I have no recollection of what she said, but I'm happy to have this photo,

 And these as well...

Little Miss' Memere made her dress, using the same pattern she used for me over thirty years ago.  It is not only priceless, but beautiful.

 Our girl adores her cousins for sure, even if they are all boys.

And she and her brother definitely adore one another, even if they also drive each other (and me sometimes) bonkers.

  Little Miss' grandparents obviously love her to the moon and I know she can feel it.

   Especially heartwarming and the most amazing moments were because some of Little Miss' birth family were able to come and share the day with us.  The most precious moments embedded in my mind include Little Miss making eye contact with her birth mom while singing on the altar and initiating the sign of the peace with her birth family. She was beaming in a way that is somewhat indescribable.  

It's hard for me to articulate how grateful I am for these memories.  They were amazing. 

So many precious moments and we are lucky to have some of them even caught on camera, making it a sure thing that we will have them as part of our hearts forever.

"Some moments are nice, some are nicer, some are even worth writing about."

Sunday, April 26, 2015

Iron Girl...

It's Sunday evening on the final day of our April vacation.  I was determined to get back on track with blogging, but the week flew by and here I am finally getting to at least one post.  

A few months ago, Little Miss and I were in the car and she said, 

"Mom, I think I decided what kind of birthday party I want to have."

"Great!  What did you decide?"

"Iron Man".

I was surprised by her choice, but I was also quite confident that she would not change her mind because she is confident with her ideas. So, the planning began.

Coincidentally, I had a picture I had taken last summer at her cousin's birthday party.  It fit in perfectly with her chosen theme.

I enjoy the party prepping, basically because it gives me excuses to get crafty and be creative.  I bought these bags at The Christmas Tree Shop and they were on clearance for 2/$1.00.  My aunt made the Iron Man vinyl pieces and put those on for me. I wrote each child's name with a Sharpie and the bags were used for loot bags for the Pinata.
Little Miss had a sick day, so when she started feeling better, we made these bottle cap magnets.  We forgot to pass them out at the party, so we have a lot left. 

We threw a Princess dress cupcake cake into the mix, but it had Iron Man jewels of course.

 My talented aunt made Little Miss a custom designed shirt too.

Our Little Miss was very excited
 to celebrate 8!

Friday, March 6, 2015

The day of the dress debate...

Black and blue, white and gold...what colors do you see, what team are you on?

I am on the white and gold team, now considered to be the losing team by this point, a fact I have been reminded of by my husband.  He obviously is on the black and blue team.  He likes to stress that he is is slightly annoying.  

If you were anywhere near social media last week, you probably saw the image of the dress.  It was crazy...even my children who were nowhere near social media were begging to see the dress when they got out of school the following day.  The debate spread like wild fire.  My children are also on Team Black and Blue, making their father very proud.

This Day of the Dress Debate brought up so many thoughts for me.  It's interesting that we are all so quick to see the dress solely from our point of view and completely disagree with those who do not perceive its appearance in the same way.  We do not try to see it differently, but confidently insist that those who disagree with our view are wrong.  Granted, one would not expect such a debate about color, after all, it is black and white (yes, ridiculous pun intended). 

The thing about this particular controversy is that it represents so many other situations we experience on a daily basis.  

The Day of the Dress Debate symbolizes that we do not all perceive things in the same manner, not even when it comes to a seemingly undebatable topic such as color.  

Our perceptions are our views and they should be respected, even when they are not considered to be part of the "correct" or "winning" team.  Whether you "see" black and blue, white and gold or maybe even the more rare colors of purple and gray, it's your perception and it's worth something. Playing the game of life is much more fun and interesting when we are not always on the same team.

The differences among us is made even more evident to me every day when I watch children in classrooms learn...they are each unique with their own formula for learning.  They perceive things differently and do not clearly fit into a black and white square box.  And, really, why on earth would we want them to?  Life would certainly be dull and boring.

So I end this post by asking you to go forth and be kind and respect others, even those who may not always be on your team.  

Happy Belated Birthday to Dr. Seuss.  Here's another Dr. Seuss post too.

and if you are curious about the science behind the dress, here is a link.

Thursday, February 19, 2015

Feeling vulnerable...

If you google the definition of vulnerable, this is what you will find. 

  1. susceptible to physical or emotional attack or harm.
    "we were in a vulnerable position"
    "he was scared and vulnerable"

 I'm surprised there isn't a picture of my face along next to it because if there is an adjective for the way I'm feeling lately, this is it.  I am definitely not too pleased with this particular word that describes me these days, in fact, I hate it and I hate the Big C even more for making me feel vulnerable on a daily basis...just one more of the lasting gifts of cancer. Yuck!

So, this vulnerability thing stirs up all sorts of anxiety and then the anxiety turns to other fun things like decreased appetite, decreased patience and decreased focus.  It does also tend to initiate some increased cleaning, purging, and organizing. Some of the characteristics of my anxiety are quite positive, others, not so much.  Those living under the same roof with me are the ones most familiar with all the characteristics that feeling helpless can create, for some reason, that is where I feel most susceptible.  I am blessed when I see that they love me through it all anyway.

I do not like living each day "waiting for the other shoe to drop", but often when I'm feeling content and happy, I almost always withdraw that impulse so that I can stay in the "safe" mode, just in case.  I know, how does that make any sense to take time away from being content and happy just in case something bad is coming down the road?  As I said, I can't stand this feeling, I don't really choose to be anxious or feel vulnerable...  

I actually do everything I can to fight off these lingering demons of the Big C.  It's a process, and sometimes it means I take 3 steps forward and then a couple back. 

 There's no formula for this wild ride of life, but I guess sometimes that's the beauty in its journey.  It is just often a struggle for those of us who like predictability and routine, who have faced and won rounds with an enemy and never wish to do it again.   

On facebook this morning, I read a post from a friend who was going for her 4 month check-up for skin cancer and she wrote."The happier i am, the more convinced I am something might go wrong to ruin it." 

Ding, ding,!  Do I get that?  And although this feeling of vulnerability is not one you would wish to share or pass on to others, my feelings felt validated and real as I read her words.  There are others who get it.  My feelings may even be considered "typical" when among other survivors.  

Today, like everyday, I will continue to fight the demons by moving on with life, taking deep breaths, going outside, distracting myself, continuing to purge the clutter and trying my best to hug more and nag less. See, I really am not completely helpless.  I just need to work a bit harder to rid myself of the toxic thoughts that enter my head on a daily basis, let go, have faith and let life lead me where I am supposed to be.  "Every little thing's gonna be all right."  

"Life is about not knowing, having to change, taking the moment and making the best of it, without knowing what's going to happen next.  Delicious Ambiguity."
-Gilda Radner

Thanks to my friend Linda for sharing her thoughts and this quote on facebook this morning. She helped my scrambled thoughts explode in my head...therapeutic indeed!

All photos taken at Roger Williams Park Zoo yesterday.  It was beautiful and admission is half price during January and February.

Sunday, February 15, 2015

Snow Days Too...

More snow pictures just because...'s still snowing.
"When snow falls, nature listens."
-Atoinette van Kleeff

Saturday, February 14, 2015

Snow days...

E and Little Miss are now officially out of school for a winter break, however they have had so many days off over the past couple of weeks because of all the snow.

 Winter started off a bit slow in the snow department, but the past few weeks have certainly made up for it now.  We've been dumped on...big time!
 It makes for some beautiful pictures.
 And fun memory making.

"One of the very best reasons for having children is to be reminded of the incomparable joys of a snow day."