Friday, March 7, 2014

My Sweet Three




3 is the magic number.  Oh, yes it is.  Oh, yes it is.

These boys above are my sweet three. 

Not that they're always sweet.  

In fact, the attitudes can abound.

Along with screams and pouts and hits. 

In moments it can get physical,

Sometimes one after another in triple succession.

However, 

When I look at their faces

Or listen to their chatter

And hear their laughter

It reminds me of how lucky I am. 





However, ...

Saturday, January 4, 2014

Starting at Square One...Again...





I find with life happening, it is tough to blog which is ironic because I started this blog mainly to chronicle this time in my life as a woman, a writer,a wife, a mother, a transplant from New York City living now in Boulder, Colorado.

It seems like life is happening too fast and my fingers are a little too slow when it comes to getting on the laptop.  I'm sure there are those of you out there who can relate.

I'm not giving up though. This blog is still my baby - along with a couple of others I have - and I plan to nurture it in the next coming months.  Really pay attention to it in the midst of the craziness that is life.  Have it available to share with you.   There may even be an updated look/design in the future.

Once again, it feels like I'm starting at square one.   I feel like I've had several of these "starts" in the last year.  I'm brand new again.  Have to figure it all out - again.

This is good, I believe, for me personally.  A little lesson in perseverance.  And faith.

I can wake this sleeping baby and keep her active.   She'll be my vessel for sharing, for leading me places, for reconnecting me back into a wonderful blog community.


It's at times intimidating.  Remember, I have had several of these "starts" before.

I look forward to it, though.

It will be so worth it.





How do you manage to find time to blog while life is in full swing?  How do you plan your schedule to make time for your blog?  This inquiring mind would love to know. 

Wednesday, November 6, 2013

Wordless Wednesday: Becoming A Boy...


It's been awhile. 

You know, life happens and you can't ignore it. 

But it's good to be back on the blog train. 

I hope to keep it going. 

And I begin on this Wordless Wednesday 

With a photo that moves my heart. 



This Fall Moment. 

This is my youngest - the baby. 

Love the light and shadows in front of him. 

His walking so independently symbolizes how my baby has become a little boy. 

Where did the time go?


Wednesday, September 25, 2013

Flood Waters


From Wednesday, September 11th to Friday September 13th, Boulder County along with other counties in Colorado experience heavy rain storms which lead to massive flooding all over the city of Boulder, including our neighborhood.

Friends and neighbors experienced major flooding in their basements and crawlspaces up to a foot and 1/2 high.  Roads were washed out and schools were closed.

Above is a picture of our main road which was flooded.  To my boys' amazement, their road of 75th - a road we drive on at least 4-5 times a day, to get out of our neighborhood and go to other parts of Boulder - became a river as water flowed from the creek beside it.  A creek that swelled to about four times its size and became a rushing mass of murky water.

Over the road and onto the acres of land that run beside this main road.  As far as the eye could see covering over land that animals used to graze on.

Surreal and Amazing.

Colorado is a dry place usually with little rain.  That changed in a matter of hours.

Boulder and parts of Northern and Eastern Colorado haven't seen flooding like this in about 1,000 years they're saying.  And probably won't for another 1,000.  Ironically, we are a part of history.

This photo above of our three boys standing in front of our road  - my husband took, speaks volumes.  

I sent it to CNN/iReport and they posted it with a news note because this photo does really does say it all.   For several days, Boulder and the counties north and east, especially those in the mountains and in the Eastern plains were covered and  surrounded by water - roads washed out, homes damaged, people stranded.

We feel spared and blessed.  We had limited mobility due to flooded roads,  our basement sustained a little damage with water, but we are fine.  Our school too but it too has been cleaned up and the grounds are drying out.  Other schools didn't have it so lucky.

So over a week later, Boulder is in recovery mode - drying out - though some of our friends who live in the mountains are displaced - they won't be able to go back to their homes for about 9 months to a year which is when the county is expecting the roads to be repaired.   They are living and renting down here - starting life over, literally.

It's like that here.  A sense of disorientation and disruption in our lives for a week because of the floods and now life starting over again now that the floods are gone.  Getting back to normal - a new normal, for a lot of folks.

School is open again and soon the boys will be able to have their soccer games again - the fields are drying out.  

The sun is out nowadays - bright and shining - but as I drive I still see the residual from the floods -- small ponds and lakes in the middle of fields where there weren't any before and lots of mud and dirt across and on the side of roads where the water once covered it.   Homes with murky pools of water still standing in their front yards.

This back to Normal - this New Normal for some - it will take time.







Wednesday, September 11, 2013

Milestones: First Day of School Ever


My 3 year old.

The youngest - my baby.

This photo - taken two weeks ago to this day.

He was on the way to the car when Mommy told him to turn around and smile for a picture.

I needed one to mark this very special milestone.

The First Day of School for this 3 year old Ever.

To him, it was a new adventure -- school, a new teacher, new things to do, being with new people.

To me, it is the end of an era -- of having baby/toddlers in my home, hanging onto my legs, going on walks with me.

And to me, it is the beginning of a new era - having independent time alone in the mornings.  Thinking for one, instead of two - at least for two and half hours, anyway.

With busy school activities filling in a few of the mornings in the last two weeks, it may take awhile for this new independence of mine to sink in but it's there.  It's there for me to use as I see fit.

I have to confess though - I do love it when the 3 year old runs out of school, backpack on and his arms open wide, with a big grin on his face, screaming "Mommy!"

I get to have my pal back and we get to spend a few hours alone together until it's time to get the big boys.

Specialness.


Tuesday, August 6, 2013

Milestones





"The following information will help you prepare your preteen to come to camp." 

This is the first sentence on the Kids Camp Guidelines form.

My preteen?  Preteen?

When did I become the mother of a preteen?

I have a preteen.

And I will be sending him off to sleep away camp for the first time ever, through our church.

For him, the first time ever being away from home.

Four nights up in the mountains.


My sensitive, moody boy who believes all things in life should be fair.  Must be fair.

My train loving transit kid.  

My little engineer who has to have things exactly the way he wants them.


My heart clenches.

I want him to have a good time.  The best time ever.

To grow and make new friends.  Maybe even find the BFF he has been longing for.

It will be the first time he'll be hanging with his peers for an extended period of time this summer.  It's been mostly hang time with his younger brothers.

I'm excited for that or should I be?

How will he do?

The unknown makes me and his Dad a little anxious.

But this is good.

For him and for us.



I've got insurance though.  Yes, his Dad will be working up at the camp as a counselor.  ;-)

Far enough away from him (Dad will be with the 5th grade group), yet still nearby.

Just in case.