Let the Games Begin...

i hate private blogs.

even my own.

i have been a in blog quandary for quite some time.

and therefore, there are changes coming {for you 3 readers who might care}.

big changes.

like this blog will be no longer.

instead i will only have 1 blog. 1 open blog.

you can find it here. and you can add it to your google reader {or whatever you use}.

and it will be a bit different than this one.

in that you won't hear quite as much about my kidlets.

and probably just more about me & my random thoughts.

probably not a good shift, but what can i say?

and here is why. even though i know who is reading this blog i still edit myself & my private blog must be un-edited, as it is my journal keeping blog. so there you have it.

i'm not sure when i will shut this one down...but if you're reading this, then not yet.

but go ahead & click here...i promise a laugh or two.

and thanks {for you 3 readers} for your patience as i try to find a balance that works for me.

Cry Me a River.

remind me again why i thought it was a good idea to cut my hair? oh wait, it wasn't your idea, it was mine.

boo. boo. boo.

any tips for growing your hair in a hurry? cause i cannot handle the short.

{ps: mom...i know you love it, but seriously you can't be serious. all moms have to tell their kids they look cute, even when they don't...remember that looong ugly spell i had from about 5 to 15? yeah. i do. you said i was cute then too.}

aw well...wish me luck in my regrowth phase. sigh.

Va-Cay

I spent 5 days in Utah with my mom & one morning we woke up to snow. Yes. In May. The end of May. Huge snowflakes. Freezing weather. When I woke up & looked out the window I actually asked, "what is that?!?" Oh, duh. IT'S SNOW!

Whatever. We made the best of it. Lunch. Shopping. Movie{s}. It was rough.

Luckily the next day was beautiful.
Because this was why we were really here...my cousin's wedding. It was the perfect day & I couldn't be happier for her. She's the cutest & she snagged one heck of a guy.

And while I enjoyed myself to bits. 5 days is a long time. A long time to be away from these nuggets and I couldn't wait to get home to do this:
Tonight we unsuccessfully blew bubbles {I know...how can you be unsuccessful? Trust me...you can.} and went on a bike ride to get ice cream. The way there was smooth sailing. Zack was a bit tuckered out on the way home though. I suppose 2 miles is a bit much for a 3 year-old with training wheels. So we ditched his bike at a friend's one our way home & he rode home on my lap & surprisingly enough, it was fun.

More on being away tomorrow. I'm tired & my bed is calling my name.

good night.

I Cut My Hair.

a lot.

And the jury is still out.

I miss my hair. a lot. a lot more than I thought I would.

And I feel dumb that I miss my hair so much.

But I don't recognize myself when I catch a glimpse in the mirror.

And I'm not quite certain how or what to do with it.

I didn't know I could like my long hair so much.

Because for the majority of my life...I've been a 'short hair' girl.

To the point that when I was 13 I was mistaken for a boy.

Yes. A boy.

Go ahead & laugh because it was funny. One day I will bust the pictures out for your enjoyment, but if you didn't notice from the above snapshot...I am not at home.

Hopefully, while I am away I don't get mistaken as a gentleman.

I like that my hair isn't hot on my neck or in a frumpy pony tail, but I think I am already growing it back out.

But maybe I will find my spunk with this cut & it will stay around.

Like I said, the jury is still out.

The Smart Mouth.

Zack woke at 5:30 this morning, took his crazy pills & went all.day.long.

Seriously, he hardly stopped to take a breath.

Try as I might I did not have the energy to continually channel all that energy. Where does it come from? And why does it have to turn nasty?

He's learned to smart off pretty good. Like...I say, Zack, you need to....{fill in the blank here}....and he replies back, "no I don't....I don't want to...fine I'm not your friend anymore."

Um, excuse me?

I struggle with finding the balance with him on these kinds of things. Because really, can I make him do what I say? No. And frankly, I don't want to. I want him to do it because he knows I'm right.

But really, whether I'm right or not, the smart mouth has got to go.

and fast.

My patience is about razor thin at this point when it comes to smarting off & the consequences have been rolling out all.day.long.

Yesterday at swim, his teacher spoke harsh with him when he smarted off & I basked in it on the sidelines {really, I basked it in}. He was taken aback & she was the perfect one to deliver the news, that no, in fact he did need to do what she asked. I'm grateful she took that risk with him & felt comfortable with me in doing so.

And while I hate the smart mouth, I love the confidence & boldness when delivered. Mind you it is completely maddening, but someday I know it will serve him well. Because you know, stubbornness ain't bad when you are stubborn about the right things...now I just need to out stubborn him on the smart mouth.

Any ideas?

Randomness...and some Skating.

I've been absent for a while too long here. I am trying to keep up otherwise I will feel overwhelmed & go further without logging something to quantify our time.

So a few random thoughts...

- I needed a jacket last night when we were playing outside after dinner. Most fabulous feeling ever.

- I've been working lots on my ink'd stuff...but you already knew that.

- I've refinished an end table in our family...the jury is still out...might need to put a glaze on it, which will require re-sanding it a bit. boo. But for now, it is staying.

- Because I am working on a picture wall that is going to go above it & well, I will just wait.

- The pictures going in the picture wall are new family pictures...and just so you know, they are too die for cute, it I do say so myself. What can I say, I think my kids are cute.

- I am also in the process of refinishing Zack's bedroom furniture...trying to beat the heat...don't think I will make it.

And now the good stuff...

Livy spends lots of time like this:
And Zack...he took a skateboarding lesson last week. hil.ar.ious.

His teacher's name was Zoe. How perfect is that? Zack & Zoe? Love it. And he slide on his bum into the big bowl ramp holding her hand to practice his skillz. hehe. And while his coordination is known far & wide, his confidence doesn't match it. We've struggled through it in swim lessons & another little sports class. And while a part of me wants him to just get over it & get in there & show his stuff, another part of me, the bigger part, sits back & lets him work through it. Because don't we all under estimate ourselves? Don't we all sit on the sidelines nervous to get out there & go for it? I know I do. And I can't tell him convincingly enough that he can do it so that he actually internalizes it. He has to learn that himself...just like the rest of us.