Thursday, December 3, 2009
Thursday, November 26, 2009
Saturday, July 11, 2009
Stacey and Eric set us up with two of their very talented artists to give us tattoos. I got a cross I've been wanting for several years, and Kevin got his arm tattoo touched up, and added to his back piece. We were both thrilled with the results!
After our tats were done, Stacey and Eric invited us to their house, where we ate and chatted, sharing stories and laughter and had a most fabulous time. They even showed us around their press, where they make shirts for InkWear. We got to see some of their shoes in progress, but those are not from a press. Each pair is unique and completely hand drawn, and they are absolutely amazing. I have a pair with orange lillies and every time I wear them, people must know where I got them.
Monday, June 15, 2009
I have taken my children camping and fishing, where we explored the wonders of the outdoors, including all the pinecones and bugs that any boy could ever want, and practiced casting fishing poles and reeling them in, but mostly reeling them in because let's face it, playing with a string that winds quickly around a hunk of metal by turning a handle is very amusing when you are three or five years old.
We went outside on an unseasonably cool summer night and decorated the sidewalk, collecting the attention of the neighbors driving by and slowing down to admire their artwork.
We turned dinner into a project, allowing the boys to heap on piles of cheese and olives and pepperoni onto dough and make their very own mini pizzas that they ate with pride and vigor.
Thursday, June 11, 2009
Sara deserves some enormous angel wings just for how happy she made my brother. He loved her to pieces and I know he always will. We all will. She had an amazing heart that made its stamp onto your own heart when you met her. Sara, until we meet again. I miss you and love you always.
Friday, May 15, 2009
This month I wish both of my boys a very happy birthday. Here they are making their birthday wishes as they blow the candles out simultaneously on their cakes (of course Mommy made her own wishes for them both). Braeden had a skateboard cake; all too fitting since he has waited two years to be allowed to have a skateboard. Tanner had a Thomas cake since he still loves all things "choo-choo" but especially Thomas.
Thursday, April 16, 2009
Sunday, April 12, 2009
How beautiful it is to do nothing, and then rest afterwards. -Spanish proverb
Here is a test to see if your mission on earth is finished... If you're alive, it isn't. -Richard Bach
If you would only have the faith as a grain of mustard seed, you could move mountains -Matthew 17:20
Life is raw material. We are artisans. We can sculpt our existence into something beautiful, or debase it into ugliness. It is in our hands. -Cathy Better (This quote is featured on the above photo, which will be available as a print in my Shultzie shop later this week.)
The forest is magnificent, yet it contains no perfect trees. -Gye Fram
I learn more from the experiences I hate than the ones I love. -Wally Lamb
We are the product of the choices we make, not the circumstances we face. -Roger Crawford
A real friend is one who walks in when the rest of the world walks out. -Walter Winchell
The road to success is always under construction. -Lily Tomlin
Fall seven times, stand up eight. -Japanese proverb
Never place a period where God has placed a comma. -unk.
Sunday, April 5, 2009
With the economy unfortunately being what it is currently, I, like so many others, cannot treat myself to many of the beautiful creations that I find on Etsy. So I heart them for later, collecting my favorite items and favorite shops and making a mental wish list. As I do so, I drool over the talent that I find and want to share some of that talent with you.
Thursday, April 2, 2009
Since Tanner hadn't been feeling well for the last five or so weeks, his demeanor had been less outgoing and smiley (which also happens when a person hasn't slept well in weeks and weeks). Within a day of surgery, you can see his usual self reemerging. He is laughing and dancing and Braeden is quite thrilled to have his little brother back, as well.
I'm thankful for the boys even when I leave the room for 23.7 seconds and come back to discover their "body art."
I'm thankful that Tanner finally let me give him a haircut (I thought I was going to have to start giving him a ponytail or braids every day for how long it was getting). Though I wouldn't think for a second to complain about those long curls.
I'm grateful that they have both taken such an interest in art. Particularly Braeden. The other day he got the watercolors out and began creating the most beautiful painting (I intend to print it and list it in my shop under his name). Yes, he watercolored the carpet in the process, which I think just makes him a true artist. ;)I'm thankful to have boys that are happy and healthy and full of obnoxious amounts of energy. When I'm too exhausted to keep up with it, I can record it for others to enjoy:
Wednesday, April 1, 2009
He woke up from the anesthesia fighting mad, just as last time. The anesthesiologist said he would expect nothing less, though, especially from a two year old. On the way home he mellowed out and took a short nap.
Tanner is a fighter. He fights having his ears checked, his temperature checked, his weight and height checked. Last time he got Rocefin (the antibiotic injection) he managed to grab hold of the needle while it was in his bum and drag it through his skin. So it was no surprise to me today that he grabbed his IV and yanked it right out of his hand. They wrapped it up to stop the bleeding and to minimize the bruising.
By the time we got home Tanner woke up and was ready for a snack. He had some cheese and crackers with a little bit of milk, and once I made sure his tummy was settled enough he had a popsicle. He was walking around like a drunk little man for a bit, but he's less wobbly now and I suspect very soon it will be difficult to slow him down.
Thanks once more for all of the prayers and support. I suspect that he and I will both rest easily tonight. Oh, and my antibiotics have finally kicked in and I can feel the strep throat getting better. Amen!
A couple more updates very quickly. They will test Tanner's hearing when he has his follow-up in about a month. We will know then if his hearing has returned. Also, they gave Tanner some medicine before the surgery that made him sleepy before they took him to the O.R., and the Dr. said that will also obscure any memory he may have of the surgery. He supposedly won't remember anything from the time he got that medicine until the time he got home, which is comforting to me.
And lastly, here is Tanner showing off a couple of souvenirs I found when I went to change him for his nap. He is still looking like a bit of a drunkard here, lol:
Sunday, March 29, 2009
Thursday, March 19, 2009
I'm thankful to have a yard for weeds to grow in. Not that I love the weeds, but it means that I have a place, however modest, for my children to run around and play in. The backyard in particular provides a wonderful place for them to play croquet. And on a side note, pulling weeds goes a little ways to letting you get some of your aggressions out. Not as good as the batting cages- let's not get carried away, but there is a certain satisfaction to pulling on a weed and feeling that stubborn root rip right out of the ground.
I'm thankful that my poisonous oleander plants that grow just as bad, if not worse than, the weeds, at least produce pretty pink flowers to look at. There's something serene about a flower that blooms from a tiny bud, whether it's on an elegant rose bush or on this wacky plant. I'm also thankful that having the lawn forces me outside, where I can appreciate some of the things that I may miss otherwise. For example, these little guys:
Thursday, March 12, 2009
In the past I have donated my hair to Locks of Love, which is a wonderful program for children suffering permanent hair loss. However, this time, I felt inclined to give my hair to this program, which makes wigs for women who are going through treatment for breast cancer. According to their website, eight percent of women are at risk of refusing treatment due to the fear of hair loss. Having a stylish wig can change this very scary fact, and it takes only six ponytails to make one wig. 48 inches of hair. That's all it may take to help one woman face her fears head on and feel better about herself while doing it.
I was able to donate 9.5" this time and will continue to donate my hair every other year as I have been for the last eight years. It's such a small thing for me to do to help another woman in need.