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.

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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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