Joys of Parenting #634 |My Life

I want to start off by saying that flat paint is the stupidest invention ever. It does not belong on the walls in a home that is inhabited by anything other than ghosts. With that said…

My kids are artistic, and I love that they like to express themselves with their love of drawing. They also must think that I needed help with decorating, because they seem to color on the walls at any chance they get. Mainly my almost 5 year old. It is usually crayon, and even though I have that dreadful light tan flat paint all over my house, the magic eraser usually works well enough to keep me from running down the street screaming, but two days ago, it went to a whole new level.

I was upstairs folding clothes, my youngest was napping and my eldest was “supposed” to be cleaning the playroom on the first floor. I knew she was going to be playing more than cleaning, but what I saw when I walked down there sent a surge of anxiety through me of epic proportions.

I smelled it before I saw it, but there it was. Black fingernail polish! And it was everywhere! All over my white front door, my stupid flat paint walls-upon further investigating-their play kitchen, play plates, bowls, blocks, and their Carebear book shelf.

I sent her immediately up to her room so I could frantically clean up the mess. It was all scribbles, lines of black fingernail polish just everywhere. Cursing under my breath as I scrubbed, I came across something that made me stop and smile. Even though I was furious (she literally just got in trouble for coloring on the wall with crayon earlier the same day) I couldn’t help but think of my sweet baby upstairs. On her Carebear shelf she didn’t just scribble lines, but she drew a picture with the paint, and I couldn’t bring myself to erase it.

I got all the fingernail polish off everything, I did take up some of the paint from the door and I will have to repaint the wall, her play kitchen is like it was before, but I left this drawing.

As cute as this is, I will rejoice the day she outgrows this stage.

Sisters | Letters to My Daughters

To My Precious Girls,

I love the way you guys love each other. You are sisters and the best of friends. You have a bond that is for life and I love seeing your relationship evolve.  I love that you guys love each other and run around the house together giggling and laughing. M, last night you called me into your room and I didn’t see you two at all, but I heard giggling. A lot of cute little laughs that were coming from under your bed and you and sissy were trying to hide from me. Though you really just wanted me to see you two and the little bed you made with all of your blankets and pillows under there. Your sweet smiles warm my heart and these are the little moments that make my days so worth while.

You two are inseparable and are always are doing the same things. It is really fun to see the way you two interact, especially since you are at different developmental stages. You girls are the best daughters a mom could ever ask for and I sure hope you think the same of me, except you know……being the best mom. I hope you feel the love I have for you, and I love our little life together. So until the next letter my loves.

Love Mom

Letters to My Daughters | A Photography Project

As I was looking through some photography pages last night I came across something on a photographer’s website called Letters to our Daughters. This photographer (and I do not believe she was the originator, but a participant) took pictures of her daughters for that month then wrote them a letter for when they are older to look back upon. I have been wanting to do a low key photography project that I can keep up with since I am still attending school full time and my free time is limited at best. And this looked like just the thing that can keep me picking up my camera, doing something very special for the girls and not too challenging to where I can’t fit it into my schedule.

I am aiming to write them one letter a month at the end of the month, but I might also throw in more here and there. Like this month, since I started this today, I decided to write to them and I will again at the end of the month as well. I think it would be a real sweet gift to them and I can have it made into a book. It is amazing how cheaply that can be done these days. So, this will be my first post. I will try to keep my blog updated with my entries (easier said than done with my class schedule), and if any of you do this, or know people who do, link me to them! Always fun to see. Enough of my rambling already, here we are…

These are some pictures I took today while on our little walk. And the start of this project.

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-Photos were taken with my Nikon D7000, Manual Mode, 35mm 1.8 lens, edited/sized and resharpened for FB. The quality may be a bit off on wordpress because of the over sharpen I do for FB (and the quality still looks horrid on there:) ).

~Melissa

Ink on my sofa!!! Free kid to good home.

I woke up this morning to my two year old bringing me my mouse for my laptop….the laptop I left on my coffee table last night after doing homework until I could no longer keep my eyes open….crap! MY LAPTOP. The bringing of the mouse is not a good sign for my life machine.

After jumping out of bed faster than realizing that the warm sensation I was feeling while laying in my bed is actually whiz from my eldest daughter, I thought of all the horrible ways I was going to find my computer. Crushed, nonworking…all my pictures I have yet to back up! Oh the thoughts were awful, for all of 5 seconds when I got down the stairs far enough to realize my laptop was still sitting in the same position as last night.

Then a sigh of reli…….nope……no, then came the “NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!”

There on my beautiful new couch was an inky masterpiece left by my youngest.

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She has been writing on things lately that never includes surfaces she is supposed to write on….you know, like paper. Nope, she opts to be Picasso on all other surfaces; my granite counter tops, my flat painted walls *sigh*, herself, my TV and now….my couch. My beautiful, beautiful new couch.

So after having a mini freak out session, I went to Google. Thank God for Google! There I learned that hairspray takes out ink and a few tips on how not to spread it around. Who knew that hairspray could have some tricks up her sleeve and not just hanging around my house for when I want to keep my Farrah Fawcett do in place. 🙂 What a sneaky bish…

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So first I unzipped my cushion and put some paper towel underneath and grabbed old faithful and an old white towel.

After getting the ink wet with the Suave number 8 (just sounds cool) I blotted the ink away -DON’T RUB- It will just smear it around. Just blot and the ink comes up…almost like magic. But it’s not magic…it’s hairspray and it works! So glad it worked as said, and so is my child. Now I don’t have to ship her off to the zoo in a box with holes. Really saves me on shipping costs. 🙂

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Don’t mind my horrible chipping nail polish….

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Crisis averted….until next time!

My Girls | Life Photography

My life sure hasn’t been perfect. I have had my fair share of ups and downs, but there are two precious beings in my life that keep me smiling. Keep me happy and I love them more than they will ever know.

I call them Sass and Sprout online. Sass is my witty, intelligent, too smart for her own good, precocious 4 and a half year old. And Sprout is my cuddly, sensitive and funny 2 year old. They are generally my subjects of choice with my camera. Since I have been out of the blog realm for a couple months, I am going to put up a collection of recent photos of them over the last few months. So please, enjoy my little sweeties. 🙂

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Playing in Lake Michigan, Coloma, MI

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My cousin and I, along with Sass and her little girl

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One of the only pics I got of all of us together in MI (with my grandma). I could never get the girls to cooperate to get a nice picture with her.

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Saw this idea on Pinterest and tried it out with Sass. I had her kneeling on the stool with the paint brush in hand and I painted in the sky with photoshop.

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More Cherry Blossom Fest, 2011-2012 | Festivals

I am not a big city girl. I grew up in a small town that had one stop light, my graduating class was roughly 76 people if my memory serves me right, and our little festivals involved “cow plops”  and were considered big time fun. Joining the Army allowed me to move around and live in bigger cities, which is something I always thought I wanted. But now that I have, I realized that I really miss the small towns (not mine), but in general. As much as I grumble that traffic along Highway 95 is worse than forking myself in the face, living here does have its advantages. One of those such things is the Cherry Blossom Festival that DC hosts annually.

In 1912, Mayor Ozaki of Tokyo gave Washington, DC the gift of 3,000 cherry blossom trees. The annual celebration is to honor the friendship between the two countries. In 1965, 3,800 more trees were accepted and every spring the blooming of these trees is a sight to see. The entire Tidal Basin looks snow covered in pretty pink blossoms and it attracts everyone to come out and experience it.

When I went out there last week around sunset, all of the photographers were lined up along the basin’s edge with their tripods and remotes waiting for that perfect shot. Most people were out there with their iPhones (as I was, as you can see from the post I made showing some), and many out there with their point and shoots taking it all in.

I didn’t get many shots yet of this year, but I have a few from last year that I will post. Most of the flower shots though are from one of the museums I visited with fellow photographers from a meet up group I am a part of.

If you are ever around these parts during the end of March, beginning of April, I suggest you  stop in the city. It is truly beautiful.

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And a few from last year

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I like pink, Paris and black and white…but not wine | iPhoneography

I kind of have an obsession with Paris. I have never been there, except in my fantasies and dreams, but I think of it a lot. It is on my list of places to go and I am planning on it within the next two years. I decided to decorate my youngest daughter’s room with the Parisian theme in the colors of pink, white and sage. But now there is a considerable amount of brown in there too, seeing as I constantly change my mind. I also absolutely adore the black and white Parisian theme, so that became my bathroom. And because I stated I have an obsession, it is also the theme in my room. Except my color scheme is silver, gray and white with a hint of pink.

I think it might be because I am in love with love and romance……….and bread. What? I like bread…..anyway. I have loved I suppose, but I have never really been IN LOVE. You know the kind where you smile ridiculously all day because of the thought of him, and your heart beats wildly with the thought of his name and birds constantly sing loudly where ever you go? Ok, that might be a bit much. But seriously, I have never been so ridiculously in love with someone, and for me, when I think of Paris, I think about that.

Not only that, but I think of all the architecture and history and how beautiful it must be. Just the experience of it all, and one day I will go. Until then, I will dream with the cityscape picture above my head, the little American decorations that are supposed to be Paris like all around my room and be happy in my own little world….Now only if I could improve my relationship with wine. I imagine I’d want to drink wine while there. Just a little bit of information, wine and I are not friends. Honestly, I am not sure if we will ever be, but I am willing to give it another go. My first experience with wine is an odd one and it involved a Ferrari and a guy trying to get in my pants upon the first meeting…was it the wine’s fault? Don’t be silly, of course not, but the massive headache/hangover that followed the next day was. Ugh, I get sick just thinking of it. The douchebag, not the wine. But that part isn’t that nice to reminisce about either.

My second meeting with wine was at a local winery. Apparently I do not know my limits. I seem to be a rockstar when it comes to anything else, but wine? That is a sneaky b**ch. I did a wine tasting then shared a whole bottle of wine with my date and then ya know, couldn’t drive back home. Sure, that wasn’t embarrassing at all. I had a massive hangover THAT DAY. Eff the next morning, it couldn’t wait and the rest of the day I felt like hell….

My third meeting with wine was mixed with Rum and Tequila……that was a disaster. That night also prompted me to buy a glow in the dark Ouija board through my Amazon App. The hangover the next day was unimaginable.

So while some of you might be shaking your head and yelling at me through your computer screens unbeknownst to me, I know that wine is to be sipped and enjoyed…..mind you I know this, now. But at the time of me drinking it, I felt that is what I WAS doing, and I felt just fine. Fine until I had one more sip, or I stood up and then BAM…we were enemies Just Like That.

So since I put this post was about, “iPhonography” (Which honestly, when I say it, the sick part of my mind always reminds me it sounds a LOT like pornography.-Don’t act like you don’t think so too…) I will post some pictures that I took and of course ran through Instagram.

Enjoy! I am off to make chicken stirfry using a teriyaki/soy sauce concoction that I bought in a ridiculously large jug today at Costco.

-What is mounted above my head and with every night I say a silent prayer that the 3M Command Strips hold and does not let this thing fall while I sleep sending me into a coma.

The outfit I bought my daughter today at Costco, black white and pink. 🙂 My youngest one has one similar. I smell a photo shoot soon!

And Me…:)….Needing to make my bed.

And for good measure, my daughter’s kicks….I just love them. And they are pink, so they are kinda relevant to this post. And if not, eff it, I am putting them up anyway because honestly, who doesn’t think baby shoes are cute?

Oh Girls | iPhoneography

I finally got with the times and traded in my pokey iPhone 3G in for the new iPhone 4s and I tell you what, I LOVE the new camera on there. Sure Siri is a hoot when intoxicated (me, not her) and the speed makes me feel like I am not on a computer that uses dial-up, but the camera on here is SO much better than on my old phone. So is the video. I also have a mild obsession with camera apps, one being Instagram which I have a feeling I will be using more often now. So with that…..

Meet Sass. Much like her online name might suggest, she is very sassy; though you may be shocked to know what Sass really stands for, because it isn’t “sassy.”

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She is 4 going on 13, attitude and all but she cracks me up daily. Sometimes I have to reel myself in and remember she is only 4. She has been so advanced for her age, she is the size of a 6 year old and has the vocabulary of a child around 8. She also enunciates very well.

I always say she is going to be my star. She loves to sing and dance and be the center of attention, this is my child indeed. She is loud, opinionated and very lovable with a soft heart. She is very caring and sweet and does what she wants when she wants. Like I said, a definite product of me.Except her dimple in her chin, that is a trait she got from the milk man.

Becoming a mother 4 years ago has given me a life experience that has been so enlightening and frighting at the same time. Because holy crap….I am responsible for them and how they turn out. Clearly God has a sense of humor because he gave me two just like me. My Mother always said this would happen, of course I didn’t listen. 🙂

And then we have Sprout. There is also much to say about this little dimple cheeked rounded headed munchkin. She is almost 100% opposite of Sass, as she is my quiet observer.

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Not to say she isn’t loud, because OOOOh she has pipes on her as well (we are all loud, what can I say?) but she is much more reserved. I can see her sitting back and thinking, she is much more chill and relaxed and talks when needed. She is so full of laughter and joy, though no one but me sees this. One thing about Sprout is she is VERY shy around strangers, something I was when I was younger. Sass is not shy around anyone and talks up a storm, much like me now. Sprout also has these deep cheek dimples that are to die for. Another trait from the milk man, as she nor her father have them. She will be 2 in June, and knock on wood, I don’t think we will really be hitting the “terrible twos.” She is very calm and just there. I love her to pieces, I have two polar opposite kids, but both just like me. Gotta love it.

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I post the one below of Sass because this is so her personality. She wanted me to take a pic of her “sleeping” though she was over there giggling the whole time.

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