Thursday, February 18, 2010
Just prior to my little getaway last weekend (which went very well, by the way--despite getting delayed in Denver one night and half of the next day), Avery was invited to her first real valentine tea party. She was so excited about it that she took every opportunity to tell everyone (including random strangers at the grocery store) about her special plans with her dear friend, Maggie Jane.
She spent a great deal of time selecting the perfect party dress. I suggested one, but she had her heart set on another. It was obvious she had put a lot of thought into her tea party attire and I wasn't about to interfere. After all, it's not every day the girl gets to wear tights and sparkly shoes.
Each guest was gifted with a gorgeous flowered hat, just perfect for a tea party. Avery looked so sophisticatedly adorable! Well, at least for the...oh...30 seconds I managed to get her to wear it.
The hat may not have gone over so well, but the dainty little tea cups were a huge hit. She sipped, and sipped, and sipped. And when her peppermint tea was all gone, she asked for more. I was actually quite surprised at how adventurous she was being with her beverage, seeing how it's nearly impossible to get her to experiment with anything outside the realm of milk or apple juice. Amused, she later admitted she didn't actually like the taste of the tea, but it was apparently a small price to pay for the chance to sip from such a fine little piece of china. That's my girl.
Now I'm just trying to figure out how I can get one of those hats in my
Weekend Getaway for Mommy
• Posted by: Catrina
• Posted At: 5:00 PM
Friday, February 12, 2010
In seven hours, I will be boarding a plane in route to Tulsa for three glorious days. Alone. With only a book (or two) and my iPod to keep me company. I can't even begin to imagine the paradise which awaits.
What I can only imagine is what the next few days holds for my husband, his first 3-day tour of Daddy Duty, and I can't help but be amused. He's ready for the task though, with trips to area donut and ice cream shops already on the itinerary. He's determined to distract them from any thoughts that may include missing their mama. He also promised Wyatt that one night they'd stay up all night long, just the two of them. I'm starting to wonder what price I am paying for a weekend away.
With everything seemingly under control, Eric admitted only a single worry for the upcoming weekend alone. Fixing Avery's hair.
You mean this mess? Yeah, I'd be worried too.
I'm so excited about my weekend bathing in the vast sea of granite, tile, paint, and cabinetry. But I've never spent a single night away from my kids. There's part of me that just wants to chicken out so I can tuck my kids into bed tonight, but the overwhelming majority tells me I'll get over it.
But I sure will miss this face.
And this one.
And even this one.
But maybe not this one. I need a little break from this one.
Although she sure can be cute when she's whiny. She knows how to use those baby blues to her advantage.
I speak fluent Charlie Brown.
• Posted by: Catrina
• Posted At: 9:53 AM
Monday, February 1, 2010
It seems as though Eric and I have been experiencing quite the communication barrier lately.Me: "Do you think we should go with divided light, or prairie-view windows on the new house?"Eric
(browsing SI.com) hears, "Wah, wah....wah, wah, wah" and nods politely.Me: "Or what about this beautiful oil-rubbed bronze pendant for the foyer?"Eric
(trapped somewhere on Wikipedia.com) hears, "Wah, wah....wah, wah, wah" and nods politely.Me: "And I think this stone would be an excellent choice for the gable."Eric
(following weather trends from the National Weather Service) hears, "Wah, wah....wah, wah, wah" and nods politely.
When communication barriers like these arise in our house, I often resort to tactics like this to help us start speaking the same language again:Me: "So, I was thinking we might convert your 4-car garage into a 2-car garage so I will have enough space to hold spa parties for my girlfriends. Besides, who needs that much garage anyway?"
It's a dirty, dirty trick, but it works every time.
• Posted by: Catrina
• Posted At: 2:03 PM