Monday, February 28, 2011


Wee girlie endured her every-four-month eye exam last week. She accepts her eye patch and rattles off the images on the screen like a pro. This was the first time she crawled up in the chair all by the past she's asked (insisted!) to sit on my lap.

After the eye doctor lady declared her eye innards whole and healthy, Kyleigh climbed down and, very politely, asked for her lollipop and sticker. Please.

It didn't take her very long at all to figure out the system and how to make it work for her. That's my girl.

Saturday, February 26, 2011


So...I've received one or two emails commenting on the dust settling on my humble little blog. Okay, one email from my dad (Hi, Daddy!) mentioning that he hasn't seen anything new in a while. Sorry about that.

Um...back injury, physical therapy twice a week, two younglings to herd, wee girlie's doctor appointments, husband MIA for the past week and then this small thing about a cake business that just sort of hit the ground at mach 1. See that big long sentence? That's the first one I've been able to string together in, like a week!

I have a few posts in the drafts folder to finish up...maybe tomorrow. Or not. one needs to hear the gibberish that's been going through my head lately anyway. In the mean time, my delightful--and no longer MIA--husband put up a video that almost made me pee my pants. Then again, I am on pain killers...

Sunday, February 13, 2011

The conversation I've been dreading...

Big blue eyes looking up at me...

Mommy, do boys save gurls?

Blink. Blink.

No, not always. They can, but girls can save boys too.

No, boys wescue gurls?

Sweety, girls rescue themselves.

No they don't, Mommy! Boys wescue gurls!

Somehow, somewhere along the line...I have failed my daughter.

Saturday, February 12, 2011

Change of heart...

Before he left for work I asked if he could please move my stand mixer over to the counter so I could use it in the morning. I'm pretty sure lifting that behemoth from it's above waist-high (of course, that's a relative distance...some of us are vertically challenged) shelf, carrying it across the kitchen to the, again, above waist-high counter is not on my doctor's list of approved activities for being broken.

So...whatcha gonna make?

I'm trying something new...a jelly roll type thing...


A chocolate one.


But instead of jelly I was going to use the Best Icing Ever with strawberries mixed in.

Oh! Well. That's all right then.

Thanks to Darla over at Bakingdom for not just the amazing chocolate sponge cake recipe...I only adapted it a little...but also for leading me to the Best Icing Ever a while back! I cut down the butter in the icing...I think I like it better this way. And the inside bit has a strawberry simply fruit spread mixed in. Oh,'s that good. But so very rich...a tiny slice goes a long way! And thanks to my ancient copy of Better Homes and Garden's cook book for the jelly rollin' directions. A little more work upfront, but then once it's out of the oven and's done and you have Cake!

I've never been one to go all gooey over Valentine's Day, but I've been itching to try this and now I can pass off the all prettied up cake to the wonderful folks at church tomorrow! So, anyway...Happy (early) Valentine's.

Wednesday, February 9, 2011


Friday morning before Christmas/Winter break, I went out for a long run. Five miles through the woods in one of my favorite local parks. It was a beautiful morning and the run felt amazing. At the end, I felt like I could keep going.

Kiddos being home for two and half weeks, snow storms, sick days, dog bites and more snow and ice all conspired against my running schedule. And the 10k date is coming up ever so quickly. Frustrated with my runs and there hasn't been a week since where I've managed to get in three runs...let alone another long run.

Until this past Monday morning. I dropped the wee girl off at preschool and drove out to one of the other local parks...lots of hills and miles of trail. And I ran. Slow and steady for almost an hour. Didn't plan on running quite so long...but I got turned around on one of the trails, lost my way and ended up running around the soccer field instead of avoiding it all together. But it felt amazing. The cold kept most humans indoors...or at least out of the woods. It was just me, the critters and trees. As I was stretching, overlooking the duck pond, I finally felt at peace with my training...I was back to the place I needed to be in order to be ready for the 10k in 8 weeks.

That night, I knelt down to pick up my daughter and as I started to lift her up red hot pain shot up the length of my spine and down my legs. Tuesday evening, after looking over fresh x-rays showing my lower spine pulled to a tight, straight line by muscle strain, the doctor declared my running days on temporary suspension. And I couldn't stop the tears.

For the past five and a half years I have been the Mommy. Yes, there was a brief period of time between kiddos when I went back to work full time but I was still the Mommy. In this crazy life we've chosen I'm the Keeper of Schedules, Protector of Routines, the one that is There--no matter what. To keep stuff together, to keep things from falling apart...and putting all of the pieces back when it does. It's my Stuff that gets shoved to the back of the line when schedules don't agree. Yes, it's been my choice. And I don't regret my decision. My family, my children, my marriage is better for it. And I know that this is only for a season...and a relatively short one at that.

But last September when I dropped the girl off for her first day of preschool and I was faced with, not one but three mornings every week that were Mine, the knowledge was like an elixir. When I went for my first run that week, I cried. For the first time in years, I was doing something just for Me. A few weeks in, we all started noticing a difference. I was still me...but a more relaxed me. I was able to actually focus on one thing at a time with my children instead of the crazy multitasking that I'd been doing for so long.

When I run, no one else is there. It's just me, the woods and the quiet cadence of feet hitting the trail. Not only am I able to think--I'm able to process whole entire thoughts without interruption. For almost six years, I've been lucky to finish a sentence--let alone an entire thought.

And now we go back to the way it was. I still have the three mornings a week when the girl is in preschool. But I'm home. Too many Things vying for my attention. Laundry to be folded. Groceries to be purchased and put away. Rooms to be painted. Trim to be attached, re-attached. Clothes to be sorted through. Clothes to be mended. Toys and books to be mended. Stuff to clean. Menus to write. Dog poop to pick up in the backyard. Garden beds to attend to.

Each run was a personal challenge. Each run was building up to something else. I start physical therapy next week. Hopefully, if I'm a good girl and do what I'm told (don't laugh, it could happen) I'll be back to running in a couple of months. But it's going to be a long, hard road just getting back to where I was Monday morning, delighting in my run through the woods.

Sunday, February 6, 2011

A wider view...

During a recent dig through the movie cabinet, wee girlie pulled out our old VHS copy of Prince of Egypt. It's a story I've heard my entire life. Moses' mother, in an attempt to save her son from certain death by Pharaoh, puts him in a basket and sets him afloat in the Nile. He's then picked up by Pharaoh's wife and raised as her own son--his own mother sent for as a nursemaid. Like I said--it's a story I've grown up with. But I see it differently now.

I see a mother whose heart is breaking in a bazillion pieces at the choice she is forced to make. She didn't know the outcome. She had no guaranty that her son would survive the wild and wet ride. But she knew that if she kept him, he'd be killed. So she made a choice. Either way, she lost her son. Her tiny baby boy. I find myself seeing the story through her eyes--a mother's eyes. Could I have done the same? Could I have made the same choice?

There are people in this world I am willing to die for to protect. My children are on that short list. They are also on the far shorter list of people I will kill for. Actually, they are the only two people on that list. But to deliberately place my child--this precious child whose very protection and nurturing I have been charged with--in harm's way? Even if it was the only way to--maybe--save his or her life? I hope and pray that none of us ever have to make that decision. Because tonight, sitting in the comfort of my home, I don't think I could.

Saturday, February 5, 2011

It's been far too long...

Since I stayed up late enough to watch the "Red Green Show".

It's been a really, really long week. The show was just the remedy I needed.

Friday, February 4, 2011

If we weren't all crazy...

I signed up for another race today. Nothing big. Just a short little 5k. A short 5k race set on a motorcross track and loaded with obstacles that'll make any Spec Ops tough guy cry for his mama. It's called the Rugged Maniac. Fitting.

My sister (slightly older sister) brought it to my attention not too long ago. After much consideration...seriously, it took me an entire hour to decide to do this...I offered a challenge: I'll run the insane, mud pit race if she runs the Rock-n-Roll half marathon with me in September. And you know, thinking about it...I don't recall if she agreed or not. She always was the smarter one.

Please don't ever double dog dare me to do something. Because it's in my genetic code to take that dare. And I'm not sure how many more lives I have...

Wednesday, February 2, 2011

I'm a believer...

Yesterday afternoon--following a night and day of being miserable and battling a stubborn fever--my son popped positive for the 'flu. After supper I went out and picked up his prescription for Tamiflu. Gave him his initial dose along with Advil and put him to bed.

This morning? No fever. No 'flu symptoms. Runny nose and coughing a little. But the little man has literally been bouncing off the walls all day. And his dad? Who did not go to the doctor and get the wonder drug? Still mostly dead.

Tuesday, February 1, 2011

Run away! Run away!

I'm this close to wrapping the house in quarantine tape. After dealing with a stubborn fever all night and day, finally took the boy child in to see the pediatrician.'s the 'flu. And Mr. I Have No Immune System who called in "deceased" to work this morning? Yep...probably the 'flu as well.

Actually, the safest route might be to simply pack up the wee girlie and myself and head to warm coastal waters...