Word of the week

Jocularity. Use it this week. Any form of the word “jocular.”



I did enjoy the ranch, though it had lost the magic of family reunions past, probably because I’m now a mom with three kids to chase after. Another reason could be half the family that was invited never showed up. ( I filled in with some great replacements.)
When I was young this Ranch was my oyster. My huge extended family would rent it out every couple of years. My cousins and I would raid the empty bunkhouses and have secret meetings. We had clubs and put on plays. I was always in charge of my little group. This wasn’t always a good thing. I wonder how my mom did it? Six kids, acres upon acres of places to hide? How did she keep track of everyone? She never seemed overwhelmed.
I was a little grouchy the last night of our stay, I’ll admit. I haven’t returned to my normal jovial mood yet. Probably because I need to go unpack all those bags that are sitting up in my room.

The horses here were so sweet. We probably fed them 10 lbs of apples that we brought to feed our guests, along with carrots from the vegetable trays. It was worth it. The Ranch has no electric fences so my kids could walk right under the fence. They were pretty good about following the rules but every once in awhile I would look out the lodge windows and see my daughter standing under a horse’s belly.
I had plenty adult conversation all weekend. I started to forget that I needed to keep an eye on my kids! It was scary how many times I would wake up from a conversational haze and remember “oh yeah, where are those little appendages that I have some responsibility for?”
There were water-slides, boats, horse rides and trails for biking or hiking.
Fun was had by all, and my kids can’t wait to go back. So really, my mission was accomplished. I just hope that some day we can fill the property full of family members, like we used to, and the kids can build even better memories of time spent with their cousins.

This is why

I want to read. I’m at the end of a book that has taken awhile to get into, yet I’m so close to being finished.

Is this a good reason for neglecting my site?

Okay, well how about this…I have just returned from vacation, and am still recovering. Any of you that travel with children will understand.

Ummm…what other excuses do I have?

I’ve been neglecting my pinatas?

Two new books are begging me to make new creases in their covers.

I’m practicing for next years auditions of “So you think you can dance?”

Some days I’ve something to say, other days I don’t.

You guess what day it is. Bide me some time and I will produce some beautiful pictures of our happy little vacation.


Throw Back Thursday!

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I was doomed from the beginning. Do I even LOOK like I’m enjoying pretending to work? That’s what I thought. But nice try Mom and Dad. This Throw Back Thursday is brought to you by Jane.

My Buster

I thought I knew it all when I carried you inside my belly.  I had such romantic notions of motherhood. I knew it would be perfect, that you would be perfect. We’d be this happy little family that the world would envy.

I think you decided to give me a reality check.

You were born 9’15lbs and came out screaming. I never heard the sweet cry of a newborn with you. I guess being the size of a 3 month old you had lungs to match.  I had to share a room in the hospital. I was so flustered trying to calm you down when you screamed.

It didn’t stop for the next 8 months of your life. No one wanted to hold you, or babysit.  You never smiled. It was my personal goal to get you to smile at least once a day.

Then you learned to walk, and you were happy. It was a strange thing to see, this little 8 month old, walking around with his arms in the air for balance. It was then I realized you just wanted independence.

I love how you’ve grown.  I try to remind you of the “good old days” when it was just you and me. For 2 1/2 years you had my undivided attention.

We went on outings almost every day. I was so worried about your mental stimulation. I thought we had to be learning together every moment.  It’s nice to be more relaxed about parenting now.  

We had Disneyland passes, but you were scared of almost every ride. You only allowed us to go on the Teacups, the Merry-go-round, and It’s a Small World. But even that last one freaked you out sometimes.

You were such a sensitive little boy. We had to be extremely careful with the movies you watched or you would have nightmares for months. You hated “Finding Nemo” because he was separated from his dad for so long. I couldn’t get you to watch it to see the happy ending till you were 4 years old.

You started school this year,  and we have had some surprises. Let’s just say you’ve gotten into some scraps. We’ve used them as “learning tools.” And I’m crossing my fingers that I don’t get any e-mails or calls from transportation anymore.  

Now you’re 6. I have a 6 year old.  I can’t believe it! But I’m so excited. You are of the age where you appreciate the finer moments in life. You can enjoy the sunsets with your Dad and I. You remark on the beauty of you surroundings. We can stay out late at baseball games. Camping is fun with you along. And I can have some really amazing conversations with you, and you get it. I love to watch you grow.

Under the Bridge

I’m so glad I had you first. You truly are the sweetest big brother. You have moments where I remember that you are just 6, but most of the time I have this little man around the house. You love to make your siblings laugh, and you love to play with them. You especially like it when they ask you for help. “Biggest Brother”  suits you very well indeed.  I can’t imagine it any different and I know that you will have a divine purpose in this life. You are a special spirit.

 My hopes for you this year are that you will continue to excel in school, and church, as you have been.  That you develope your talents, and make quality friends, snd that you will continue to learn how important you are in our home.  We love you SO much. 

I want you to be proud of me too. I will always try to be the mom you deserve.

Happy Birthday Buster, you are an original! 

First day of school

Do I pack for our trip on Friday morning or sit in the sunshine and read while the baby sleeps?

What would you do?…

Is it Monday again?

Bubba had PNEUMONIA, which is sad yet liberating. I’m telling you, a mom knows when her child is sick. The Doctor looked surprised when he told me his diagnosis. Probably because Bubba was running around the room acting like a normal 20 month old.

I’m grateful for doctor’s and modern day medicine. But I’d REALLY be grateful if all three kids would stay healthy for our upcoming vacation at the RANCH! So cross your fingers for me.

Other thoughts on my brain today are that Rosie O’Donnell/Elizabeth Hasselback feud.  I can honestly say that I see both sides, but it just reaffirms my belief that I don’t like to discuss politics with friend, co-workers, anyone really. I couldn’t last on a show like that because I would take everything so personally. I have my beliefs, you have yours. I believe people are entitled to their opinion. I enjoy hearing both sides of the story. What I don’t like is an individual being made to fell stupid of ignorant for their opinion.  And you are certainly not going to change how I believe by making me feel that way.

I have had close friends who’s views have been on opposite ends of the spectrum. I’m happy to say we still remain friends, there are just things we don’t talk about. 

The older I get the more I enjoy my little comfort bubble. That scares me to admit. It makes me feel like I’m even older than my 30 years. But when I’m out with a group where I’m completely in the minority, especially when the subject of politics or religion comes up, I just don’t have the fire that I used to. I’m not as willing to throw myself under the train so to speak.

I know it’s because I’ve been sheltered for the last 8 years. I’ve become too comfortable making the same types of friends.  

It’s Memorial Day, my poor Husband is working, my kids are running wild. At least I have managed to feed them two meals thus far.  I knew the day started out poorly when I wanted to sleep till 11 am.

So maybe on Memorial Day I need to say something about people that have past and are dear to me.

To my little brother Derek, I hope some day I have the chance to get to know you. Maybe you were the one sibling in the family that wasn’t as stubborn as an ox. Maybe you would have brought a certain peace into our home of ruffians. I don’t know. But I hope someday I’ll find out.

To my Uncle Bill, you had a really cool collection of vinyl’s. I’m sure we would have jammed together.

Of course my grandparents and great-grandparents that I’ve had the privilege of knowing. Thanks for forging the way. It couldn’t have been easy. But in a way I envy those days. They sound simpler in so many ways. We have too many decisions to make in these times.

So that’s about it for today. There is no structure to be found in this post. But that’s okay. It is Monday afterall. Monday and I have never been friendly with one another.