Sunday, May 30, 2010

Memorial Day

Each year we make the trip to the cemetery, and it is always a very strange feeling - it feels so good to go there, to leave flowers from our yard, to talk about what we remember about him and to tell his stories, but the heaviness we leave with makes everyone tired for the rest of the day. I have the same thoughts each time we visit - he was just too young, he needed to be here for this time with these kids. He would be so proud of what a wonderful father B. is, and B. would have been so proud of what a wonderful grandfather John Lyman would have been.

*re-posted from this time, last year.

Friday, May 28, 2010

The Moggy

We always called M. sweetpea when she was little, at one point someone asked her what her name was and she replied, "SweetPea". We don't call her that anymore, but trust me when I tell you this, she truly is a sweetpea. She also has a blanket, actually it is her "moggy". The moggy has been loved by M. for 15 years, the same one and no repairs have been made. Today we were hanging the sheets on the line and I pulled that tattered moggy out of the basket and I had to give it a little hug myself. Just yesterday she gave me a piece of art that is a clear sign of her maturity, a picture of her development into a beautiful young woman and today I hang the moggy on the line. The worn edges from her fingers rubbing it every night, the holes from 15 years of washing and the thin threads that make it transparent. She will sleep with it again tonight and when I go in to check on her before I go to bed, her moggy will be right up under her chin, right where it has been for the past 15 years. I will kiss her forehead and whisper, "goodnight sweetpea", just like I have done for the past 15 years.

Wednesday, May 26, 2010

Belated...... but worth it!

Maddie told me on Mother's Day that she had something for me but she couldn't give it to me until after the school year was over. Today we were able to go to school and pick it up and wow was it worth the wait....... it's charcoal, fyi.... goosebumps and tears did follow.

Tuesday, May 25, 2010


Last night I said we could get up at 8AM, make omelets and then leave to go pick strawberries. I was anticipating a resounding, "Are you kidding me? I am not getting up at 8!" Instead - they all went to bed early and were actually excited for the outing - and that, my friends, is what I love about the beginning of summer vacation. We are all ready for a break from friends, work, routine and we are ready to reconnect as a family. The feeling of summer might be my very favorite time of the whole year, especially the mornings. There is that feeling of getting everything done, but not having a time limit. Exercising, walking the dog, watering the plants, daily chores all seem less daunting on summer mornings. Do you know one thing I have always (I mean my whole life) loved about summer.... seeing all the mowing trucks, construction trucks heading to their job sites early in the morning! I don't know why, but that always makes me feel like it is summer - weird-O!
I notice that the kids revert back a few years when summer begins - building forts in the basement, helping me cook, legos, old TV shows, trips to the library etc. It feels just as good to me as it does to them.
The picking was a great time - a skunk crossed in front of our van and turned to spray at us, I hit the entrance flags with the van, totally took them out and luckily for me (and M.) the cute high school boy working there just laughed and fixed it, AND we had to save a snapping turtle in the road. 10 pounds of berries later and we are good to go! B and I cleaned and sliced them all as soon as we got home.
This afternoon we are off to the library to check out books for the summer reading list.

I haven't seen this but I want to!
I am going to find this! If you check the link, you MUST click on "meet the flavors"!

Monday, May 17, 2010

I walked in from my trip to Pittsburgh and said, "Short of landing the plane in the Hudson, was there anything that DIDN'T happen in transit?" No, I don't think there was.... phew - what a travel experience and you all know how much I LOVE crowds and conflict, well I have had my fill for a while thank you very much!
I have included a picture from Mother's Day - the peonies at my mom's house are something I remember from when I was very little, they have been in the corner of the back yard my whole life. I loved the day I would leave for school and they would be all tight and ready to burst and I just knew that by the time I walked home that afternoon they would be filling the whole back yard with their color and smell. Walking to and from school, what wonderful memories... flowers noticed, meeting friends at the corner, battles won and lost and the freedom, the freedom to not hurry, to take shortcuts, to have a few minutes before the day to just be kids. Not really happening in carpool. Isn't it funny how you go home and notice something that makes you take stock in the childhood of your own children.... peonies, those same bushes still blooming in the corner and still making me stop, notice, think and be thankful - thankful for my childhood, and they always bloom around Mother's Day - how cool is that!

OK - a couple of things I think you'll like....

If you ever go to Pittsburgh, you must visit the Mattress Factory and hope that this artist is still showing - I did a little laughing out loud.

My friend Heather (the Noticing Project) is pairing photos all week.

Two little clips - one about kindness and one with a sweet pair at the :20 mark and this one is a tear jerker, beware.

Thursday, May 6, 2010


I have spent a lot of time
behind the wheel this year, early in the morning, late at night, in town, out of town, just one passenger to all seats filled - more time than I ever thought was possible! A few short years ago I remember being in complete denial that the kids would ever drive, it was the same feeling I had about them starting Kindergarten when they were first born and every other milestone that has come and gone. Each time a new transition approaches a natural shift occurs that allows us acceptance of the change, them being old enough to drive is no exception.... for the most part. I was taking B. to an orthodontist appointment, just the two of us, and we were having a really nice conversation about his day, my day and what the plans were for this evening. I realized that some of our best talks have been while I am taking him somewhere; to a friend's house, a haircut, school and suddenly that comfort I had been feeling from the natural shift went out the window. I am really ready for them to drive, it will make everything so much easier, I won't have to plan everything around their schedule, I might even be able to get rid of the mini van! I suddenly started thinking about all the haircuts, Dr. appointments, games, movies, etc. and the time we have on those short trips. It is a little different with boys, the conversations need to happen in short segments and sometimes the things that need to be said are easier when we don't have to make eye contact, in the car there is no basketball to shoot and so we just sit and visit. So this time the natural shift is making me think, I need to start creating opportunities so we will still have that time. Today also made me wonder if I'll know when the last time I take him to the barber will be?

This seems appropriate for this post, mom sent it to me the other day.

Monday, May 3, 2010

music, etc.

I don't have much today - just a picture of S. getting hit by a pitch at his tournament this weekend, the beautiful Columbine in the front yard and a Cardinal on my birdfeeder.

Here are a couple of things that I think you might like....

Urban Outfitter playlists, very cool tea towels via Hello!Lucky and a movie that I would recommend... it is long, and it has subtitles, and I had to watch it in segments, but I promise it is worth it!