Boys & Girls & Eggs, Eggs, Eggs

I LOVE dying Easter eggs.  It is just as much of an art form and creative outlet as anything else to me.  I will always (I hope!) have a childlike excitement about this annual ritual.  Pulling a once white, boring egg out of a cup of color has always made he happy.  I have very clear memories of dying eggs at very young ages and have always loved the boiled egg-plus-vinegar smell that Easter eggs create.

The bonus of all of this is that kids LOVE to dye eggs.  The double bonus is that it always makes for great photos.

Friday night I headed over to take care of all of this with Spencer and Sam.  That afternoon someone asked me how many years I'd done this with them, and I couldn't believe it when in my head I counted all the way to 9 in my head before answering.  I can remember one chubby, blond-haired, only child little Spencer doing this with me all those years ago.  Now he is 10, has braces, and proceeded to read the news out loud from the newspaper we used to cover the table while his eggs were in the cups.  Something about this kid will always feel like some sort of first-born to me.

Sam, who is a bit of a tazmanian devil in life in general, will sit for AGES doing this.  It has always amazed me that he is all but hypnotized by this process.  He has been since he was a baby.  He loves it.  About halfway through our time I turned around just in time to see him send the cup of pink dye FLYING off the table.  Wall, window, bench, clothes, floor....EVERYWHERE.  Kid didn't miss a beat.  Stood up on the bench with his little egg stirrer still going in another cup with one hand while I stripped his shorts off and cleaned up the neon pink lake that was quickly spreading all around both of us. 

After saying "please try to not get a ton of color on your hands" so many times, you just give up...

I went home that night and promptly boiled 6 dozen more eggs for an adventure with some of my girls (and no other adults) the next day.  The flash of "What on earth are you thinking?!" was fleeting, and the next morning I headed to pick up 5 VERY excited little girls for lunch and more fun.  It was egg-cellent (oh come on, I had to do it somewhere...)

First we went to Chick-fil-a, where a nice man who held the door open while I pulled them out of the car one by one and let them run in told me that he never knew a Toyota doubled as a clown car. :)

I thought I was in the running for a Nobel Prize by getting the eggs all boiled up front so we wouldn't have to wait on that.  I did not, however, think about 5 little girls having to wait on those little tablets to dissolve.  Patience?  Not so much.  But then I brought out all the eggs and they sure were excited. 

I realized my camera was inside and asked them to please not touch the eggs for two seconds while I ran inside to get it.  I couldn't even turn around to come back out before I heard "BECCA!  BECCA!  You said not to touch the eggs and Nora picked one up and she dropped it and it broke!"  I turned around to Maggie behind me, egg in hand, making sure I knew Nora broke the rules.  Then there were the rest of them, all with eggs in hand.  Ah well.  If Nora jumped off a bridge I assume they'd all be right there with her...  But dang is she cute.

Once they got going it sure was sweet.  They would just shriek and squeal in delight with every egg that revealed itself.  The magic of it was never lost on them, not with a single one of the 6 dozen eggs.

I especially appreciated my sweet Olivia, who took all the time in the world, did hers so carefully and one-by-one - never had multiple ones going at the same time.  She was so painstaking and detailed and thoughtful about how many she had of each color and making sure she'd made one for each member of her family...  I just sat and watched her for a while while all the others played tag in the front yard.  She's totally me 25 years ago.

Yes, it was crazy both times.  And a mess.  But would I have traded it for the $640 million lottery?  

Not a chance. :)

Blink and You'll Miss It...

This Friday I took all of about 30 minutes to stop by part of Vivi's 6th birthday.  On the brink of her first sleepover, she and the crew were having pizza first in the 'party room' in the back of Mario's.  One step through the front of the restaurant and I could hear the mass of squealing and girliness all the way in the back of the restaurant.  When I opened the doors to their room, I realized that - although certainly plenty loud enough - these girls had really just been on mute up until then.

It was chaos, 7 girls seemed like 70.  They ran all around the tiny little room and Jen sat next to me looking scared for her life about what the next 12 to 14 hours would be like.  I laughed and told her to call my mom, a professional slumber party mother.  If there were ever a gold medal in such a thing, my mother would be a champion over and over and over again.

But then it was time for cake.  They all just got louder and squealier as they gathered around the table.  But after singing, for a SPLIT second, there was silent anticipation and a flash of time for her to make her wish and blow out her candles.

I see so much of life - of life's moments - from behind my camera.  It's how I am used to experiencing so many of the moments that I am present for - mine or anyone else's.  I am often trying to freeze time to preserve a memory for someone else, but every now and then I catch a shot that will stick with me forever, too.

She's growing up lightning fast...but I'm sure part of me - and everyone else who loves her - will always see her as this little girl...

Oh Abe...

I've said before how much of an Abraham Lincoln nut I am....

Yesterday my cousin, while on the phone with me from DC taking a walk on his lunch break, got a little tripped up and then says to me "Whoa, sorry, ran into Abraham Lincoln."

I'm sorry...do what???

Turns out he was walking past Madame Tussaud's and ole Abe was out front from the President's Gallery exhibit getting a little sun on a nice Spring day...

Once getting this photo from him, my response to him was this:

"Looking good!  Looks like he's about to run out into the street and join the Electric Slide or something."

"Actually, he's across the street from Fords."

"Dude, he needs to run the OTHER way then!.....Oh wait.....Theatre or Gerald and Betty?"

"Theatre"

"Okay.  Definitely run then.  Run, Abe - RUN!"


Sometimes the dumbest things crack me up for hours...  :)

40 Days...

Last year, I gave up Starbucks for Lent.  I think my poor boss didn't think it would be a big deal.  I hadn't been there long, he didn't know.  I think this year if he heard of such plans he'd change the office locks.  It is just the two of us at work and I'm not necessarily a pill if I don't have my White Mocha, but I am such a nice girl with it.  :)

This year I will toss soft drinks by the wayside.  This should go over just fine I think.

Also during Lent this year, I want to DO something.  Not just NOT DO something.  Not just give something up.  A very dear woman here in town (hello Jean!) did this last year, and I thought to myself, "Oh, I will SO do that next year".  And here we are.

Every single day, she stuck a piece of mail - a real, handwritten, stamped piece of mail - in the mailbox for someone she loved.  40 notes.  40 stamps.  40 people that she wanted to make sure knew how much they are valued.

In this day of phone calls and email and texting and Facebook and Twitter (and blogs - I know, I am happy to call myself on the carpet here, too), there is nothing so precious as a sweet note in the mail amongst the bills and Bed Bath and Beyond coupons (how does that place ever make any money???).

I LOVE to write a handwritten note.  My sister and I have been raised in a family where note writing is expected - but not in a bad way - it is enjoyed.  I have a ridiculous stash of stationery and I often pile more in my poor little box even though I don't need it.  I am a paper snob and a total sucker when it comes to a pretty note with a monogram slapped on it.  (I am aware that it's a problem - but there certainly are far worse things to spend money on than pretty paper...)

Each night before I go to bed I will write the note to go out the next day.  Sunday notes will go out Mondays - a note will truly be dated for every single day of Lent.  I'm so excited I could pop.  I realize it's a little thing when divided by 40...but I still hope it will bring a few smiles here and there.  And who knows, I might keep right on going after 40...who cares if I have to restock the stationery box.

Here's to always taking the time to let people know just how much you love them...there's no better time to do so than when we are in the midst of celebrating the very best Love we will ever know...

Happiness

Oh, what a week.  Crazy busyness at work (which is such a blessing, but WHEW) and a million other things going in a million other directions.  But it is Friday.  HALLELUJAH.

But, in the midst of the madness, I look at this on my desk or on a shelf in my den at home and smile.  Is there any way you couldn't?  These people are, pure and simple, my happiness...

Again, 8 very flexible, patient mothers and one fabulous photographer let me bring an idea to life.  Cookie pops brought in from Knoxville, 19 kids ready to roll (and absolutely ADORABLE to boot).  Some medicine I was on had blown my face up like a mylar balloon, which is no fun, but I wasn't about to cancel.  Even 20 minutes of these kids together in one place, and in getting them in one photo, absolutely melts me.  Check out those rock star boys towards the top with those moustaches.  If that's not the best ever...

I sat in the middle of them all that day, mayhem with some of them (someone cries in this situation - it's what happens), jackets strewn all over the sidewalk in front of us, moms wiping noses, fixing bows, handing out treats, cute little blue jeans everywhere...  I just loved it.  It's totally inconvenient for everyone, which I am keenly aware of, but it means the WORLD to me.  Last year's was cute, but this one will likely be framed in my house for the rest of my life.

One day my own children will ask me about who all of these kids are.  I will sit them down and tell them 19 long stories.  About Jack, Will, Spencer, Will, Ford, Jay, Sam, Ella, Vivi, Ben, Sophie, Gabby, Caroline, Olivia, Maggie, Nora, Jack, Will and Lulu.  They are each so different, each have their own very specific things that make them who they are, that make then all so easy to love.  It is one of my absolute, hands down, dearest blessings in life to know and love these kids like I do.  Always will be.



(It should be noted that all hell broke loose (pardon me) after they were given the official green light to eat the cookies once we had the shot.  That blood red and coal black icing running down their little faces was absolutely atrocious.  My request to have them all in white shirts all of a sudden terrified me.  I quickly saw what was starting to happen and got the heck out of there.....  Oops!)

Here's to 2012...

Well, I am about a week and a half late, but Happy New Year!  I'm not usually so behind on things like this, but that is just the way the cookie has been crumbling lately for this girl.  On the plus side, since I didn't rattle off some grand post on New Year's Eve, I am able to share with you my cute Nora Bug in her fun, sparkly 2012 glasses.  And you can't see it in her tight little fist, but a noisemaker that she just couldn't quite get the hang of using at first.  So her little cheeks are tight as ever as she tries.... :)  These kids are SO my joy.

2011 was far from my favorite year ever.  Not all of it, because no year is ever that way completely, but in large part, not a fan.  Maybe it is just that every year that goes by as a 'grown up' brings more and more STUFF.  Friends have parents that start to have more and more health issues, as that's just the way it goes...  With more and more friends trying to start a family, there are some in there that find out it's just not going to be that easy for them...  Getting older starts to mean that friends (and their dear, precious children) will see the pain and struggle of divorce...  Perhaps more painful than any of it, is that folks will say goodbye to people that they love very unexpectedly.  That happened more times this year than I ever thought I'd encounter.  None of it is fair.  You find out that your life isn't as Leave it to Beaver as you've maybe always thought.  You get more and more restless nights of sleep than you do restful ones.  For things you have going on for yourself as well as things that are heavy on your heart and mind for others.

Like I said, not all of 2011 was negative (regardless of the fact that I just covered the sky in dark clouds - sorry about that....)  I went to fabulous weddings and met new babies and celebrated birthdays with friends and family members and some awfully cute kids.  I cheered for folks I love as they landed great new jobs.  I finished a year of a great new job myself.  I saw miracles in folks that learned they were now cancer-free.  I saw sweet baby Clara beat the odds thanks to the immeasurable power of prayer and true faith - she's now one very happy (VERY happy), sweet, healthy 9-month-old.  Praise the Lord for ALL of these wonderful things.

But, if I had to put it on a scale, I'd say I'm pretty darn excited that it's a new year.  As I told a dear friend, I hope 2011 didn't let the door hit it on the way out.

So here's to 2012.  I'm no idiot, I know that every year has its ups and downs.  Good and bad, nice and ugly.  This year I will be more intentional.  I will try to get back into the swing of staying in better touch with people, with checking in on friends and family and making a bigger effort to spend time with folks I don't see as often.  I've historically been wonderful about this, but I'm the first to admit that I crawled into a hole the latter part of 2011 and let a lot of this fall by the wayside.  But when I really think about it, doing this makes me happier than anything in the whole world.  Just this weekend I spent a tiny little hour watching some of my favorite kids play basketball on Saturday and it easily made my whole day.  I need to do more of that.  Life's too short.

Here's to 2012 for all of you, too.  May it be full of more happiness and blessings than you've ever experienced before!

Southern Southern Southern...

One thing about taking a lot of photos before Christmas is that you can't put many of them up for the world to see until after the holidays. ESPECIALLY when you live in a Christmas card city like Winston.  Y'all, people around here go NUTS around here with some cards.  I wish you could see the wall of them in my den...  One of my very favorite parts of Christmas for sure.  (This should surprise a whopping total of no one.)

But, I can put up stuff like this because a) their card went out forever ago and b) it's not the shot on their card anyway...

Eat your heart out.  If that big white bow in her hair doesn't make you want some sweet tea I don't know what will...and I dont even drink sweet tea. :)