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Mac and Madi |
I park her in there, and
PPS- Don’t you OC-Favorite-Lovers fret… There will still be “31” featured days in this series…
We will just be rolling into November!
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Mac and Madi |
PPS- Don’t you OC-Favorite-Lovers fret… There will still be “31” featured days in this series…
We will just be rolling into November!
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The Babes. Sam found the Sand. Hubs found the Shade. I went for a run. Perfection. |
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Samantha helped fill up the “doggy water bucket” for the volunteer police man. Do you think their hiring?!! |
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Dave Matthews. |
Late Nights.
(Ahhemm…2 am).
Dave Matthews Concert and Over-Night SD trip with dear friends.
So much fun.
So, so, so, hard to recover from.
I think a week later after 9 pm bedtimes I am finally recovered.
I am not Forever 21.
(Though I might forever shop there).
Dear September,
Your So sweet.
Feel Free To Stick Around For the Rest of the Month.
Hugs,
Mama
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Breaking the Rules. 1. Binky NOT “during night-night” 2. Movie afternoon. 3. Frozen Yogurt for Snack. |
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Ruby’s Diner-A YEAR old! |
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Ruby’s Diner-TWO Year’s Old! |
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Red, White and Blue! |
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4th |
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July |
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Hanging Out With Cousin Chewy! |
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Nap Time Cooking |
This Past Weekend, Samantha Grace had the incredible honor at being the flower girl in our dear family friends wedding.
She (mostly) took pictures well, enjoyed sitting at the adult table, in a big GIRL chair (no booster or high chair, thank you very much!) and hung until late in the evening. (10 PM!)
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Analyzing. Doesn’t Look Like a Coin? Oh, Well. Yup, This is Perfect. |
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Getting Ready.
In other equally related, “questionable mothering decisions”, we (SHE) started watching other little friends we would meet toss coins in the
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See Mom, I have this. |
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A Twenty & A Ten. This Should Be Perfect. |
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Almost Made It. |
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(via) |
Trying to “clean”, “organize”, “put in piles”, “do laundry”, “start dinner” (or should I say “complete dinner”), “respond to emails”, and overall “keep a clean, and warm, and inviting home”
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Meet Mine. |
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Her Happy Techy Place. |
So, finding things to do to “keep her busy” while I’m trying to survive beautify our home, sometimes feels like planning a sweet sixteen party.
And speaking of MTV, lets talk about my crib.
And my content battle to keep this place not only looking livable, but feeling lovable as well.
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Survival Items. |
While some would prescribe to the parenting perspective of encouraging Samantha towards more imaginative play or possibly more independent play, I would say spend thirty minutes in my shoes, and you help come up with solutions to my anti-craft, water obsessed child.
As my brother put it this morning after spending an hour with Samantha, stealing the words completely out of his mouth,
“I am already ready for a nap”.
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Mini-Me. Yes, that is “war-paint” on her cheeks from our “Paint, Paste & Pour Class” Before Nap Time.. |
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Occupying the Outside. |
We finally moved downstairs after the upstairs had been cleaned as best as it was going to get and Samantha quickly re-discovered the bag of freeze-dried-trader-joes-blueberries.
Seriously?!!
Solution. Go PLAY OUTSIDE.
Heck, Occupy if for all I care.
Pitch a tent, and get comfy.
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What…Its cold?? |
Don’t Judge.
Molly Maid will have long disappeared and Merry Mama will be laughing, leaning into the new piles to clean, clothes to fold, dishes to wash, floor to scrub, and trash to be taken out.
And as I remember lovingly standing in the doorway overlooking a perfectly cleaned home last night, I will look around tonight among the mess, (God Bless IT), and do my best to remember that living is better than cleaning, and life is really all about the hands at my table.
The hands of my HOT :), hardworking hubby I love so much, and the stained blueberry hands of my water-infatuated daughter.
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Hands. |
My hands, give life to their hands.
Yes, all that scrubbing, changing, holding, cuddling, touching, being, gives them life.
Their hands give life to mine.
They remind me what’s important, what to hold on to, and what to let go of.
Even when their hands turn merry mama into molly maid.
God Bless Them.
Seriously.
Because ultimately, I wouldn’t be merry or a mama without them.
On second thought, maybe Merry Mama has a thing or two to teach Molly Maid.
xoxo
Merry Mama