Perfect Schmerfect


It’s not very often that the 3yo will let the 11yo “mother” him the way she’s wanted to since the very moment he arrived on this planet (I swear she would’ve nursed him if she could’ve), but tonight… tonight he let her wash his hair in the tub, get him into his pjs, brush his teeth, and even read him a bedtime story (Fox in Socks, if you were wondering). She. Was. In. Heaven. And clearly, he has the best big sister EVAH.

But just so you don’t think this is one of those sappy “look how perfect my life is!!” posts, please rest assured that, while this adorable love-fest was going on, the other brother was having a good ol’ fashioned, ear-splitting, foot-stomping (really, there was foot-stomping) meltdown because the same sister had been hogging the sink while they brushed their teeth.


(Have I mentioned lately how much I like wine??)

But still… looking at this photo makes my heart feel crazy full. In a super wonderful way.

So yeah, life might not be perfect, but it’s pretty dang good.

And I’m perfectly okay with that…

Seattle Girl


So, yeah, this happened tonight…

And in spite of me repeatedly – REPEATEDLY!! – telling her she was ONLY getting her ears pierced, I could tell – oh yes, I could tell!! – that the RED-HEART-WITH-BLACK-BAT-WINGS (go ahead, picture it) tattoo flash she saw on the wall is going to show up in her dreams, in her drawings, and probably on her baby brother’s chest more often than I’m comfortable with.

She’s such a Seattle girl.

Ooh boy…

Is it to late to move back to Montana?!

A Born Politician


So, it was election night at the 11yo’s junior roller derby practice tonight (all the skaters had to vote for two individuals to represent them on the team’s Skater Council). Each skater interested in the position had to stand up in front of the all the other skaters and explain why they were the best candidate. My daughter, of course, was MORE THAN VERY interested, so gave a little speech… I *so* wish I’d been there to witness the awesomeness of this moment, but luckily another derby mama filled me in on Lyka Livewire’s campaign spiel:

(Go ahead and picture a room full of sweaty girls, ages 8-11, cheeks still happily flushed from a rip-roaring hour and a half practice, all staring at this living ball of energy I call my child who, I’m sure, has – skates still on – just literally JUMPED into the center of their makeshift stage.)

“FIRST,” she grandly declares, her hands thrown out to her adoring audience in her best imitation of a vaudeville performer I can only assume she knows about via Looney Tunes, “you should vote for me because… I AM AWESOME!!!”

(Quick aside: um, yeah, pretty sure EVERY speech should start out this way. Right?! But I digress…)

“SECOND! You should vote for me because… I have LOTS of ideas.

And THIRD! You should vote for me because… I will give you all CANDY!!!!!!!”

To which, yes, all the skaters threw their yummy little hands up in the air and (very very loudly) ROARED (yes, yes, I believe ROARED is the proper word) ROARED with approval.


Obviously, my daughter was elected to the Skater Council.

Of course.

Well, at least now I know what to do with all that leftover Halloween candy…

And yeah, I’m pretty sure my daughter is going to be President of the United States someday.

And seriously… I dare you not to vote for her.

Giving Thanks


As I tucked her into bed last night, and I assume in anticipation of Thanksgiving, Paisley asked me what I was most thankful for, adding the caveat “but you can’t name any HUMANS… like me… that doesn’t count.” Tricky! I thought for a moment and said, “Hmm, I guess I’d say my health-” at which point she cut me off and said, “oh, I thought you’d be most thankful that you could DRINK WINE.”

At which point she dropped her mic, and walked off the stage…

Well, she does have a point: I am thankful for wine (cuz, duh!!). But tonight, after a wonderful day of eating yummy food and walking on the beach during a glorious sunset, if she asks me her thought-provoking question again, and with the same caveat (because I really am most thankful for my my children and family), I think I’d tell her that, today, I’m quite thankful that the (blankety-blank) dogs managed to only eat HALF of ONE of grandma’s homemade pumpkin pies which were cooling on the counter, still leaving plenty for the rest of us… and I’m very thankful that I didn’t end up at the ER today after almost slicing my thumb off while cutting the yams (hey, I’ve only bled through three bandaids so far; that’s a clear sign I don’t need stitches, right?!)… but I’m perhaps *most* thankful for the fact that, in spite of occasional squabbles and kicks to the shins, my very favorite littlest HUMANS, aka my children, are actually FRIENDS… And for that, my heart is very very very full.

And I hope you, too, have had a wonderful holiday full of yummy food, no ER visits, perhaps a glass of wine or two (if you, like me, can and so choose!), and precious time spent with your favorite humans (and, of course, your favorite non-humans, too, even those who steal pie when you aren’t looking!).

Happy Thanksgiving!

The Big Reveal


Though not nearly as dramatic as his sister’s big chop, today Liam decided it was finally time to cut off his own curly locks (and, in the process, give up his only-recently-won title of Person With The Longest Hair In The Family).

He was planning on cutting it off two days ago (or at least that was the original plan he informed me of back in December or January when I asked if he wanted his hair cut – at one point he asked for a headband to keep the bangs out of his eyes, his hair was already getting so long – and he said that, no, he really wanted to grow his hair out and not cut it until the day after his birthday… in JULY), but when I reminded him of his plan on Monday, he said he wasn’t quite ready… Today, however, he was. Soooo… I brought out the clippers, gave the kid a lollipop, and sheered away; it took almost an hour, he had so much hair! (And also, I’m really slow. Poor kid.)

Honestly, though I’ve always loved the traditional (admittedly a wee bit conservative) buzz-cut for Liam, I confess I got a little teary cutting off those amazingly gorgeous curls of his…

But, hey, at least now I get to see more of that amazingly gorgeous face of his…

So that’s pretty great.

(And seriously, is he cute or what??)


All Smiles


Happy happy happy birthday to this adorable little kiddo (with the sweetest disposition, kindest eyes, most kissable freckles, and cutest dang toothless-wonder smile ever) who turns SEVEN today. May this next year bring as many truly happy moments and heart-melting smiles as this past year…

(Though I do suppose – and I confess it makes me a wee bit sad, as I absolutely love that gappy little smile – that all future grins will flash quite a few more teeth. Is it bad that I’m plotting out ways to convince him to give up baseball for hockey??)