Yellow - I Heart Faces

The photo theme at I Heart Faces this week is yellow. It's such a fun color, and something that always make me happy are bright daisies with their yellow centers.

I shot this picture of a friend's daughter just the other day after she picked a fresh bouquet from a field.

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There's more yellow at I Heart Faces:


Grandpa and the Bike

We received a pleasant surprise this past weekend - a visit from Georgia's grandpa (Ben's dad).
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Georgia hasn't seen her grandpa since she was two months old, but she took to him instantly! It was so precious.

And what family trip would be complete without a trip to Omaha's awesome zoo?
zoo collage
Oh yeah, and didn't I mention a bike in this blog's title? Georgia is obsessed with bicycles right now. A kid rides one down the street, and she points and excitedly says "bi, bi, bi." She sees the Toys 'R Us catalog and I hear "bi, bi, bi." A cartoon character on TV pulls out a bike and there it is again, "bi, bi, bi."

So when Georgia's grandpa was looking to get her a gift on this trip - enter the red Radio Flyer bicycle.
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She is in love, and in less than a week, she's already getting the steering thing down. And we're hearing even more "bi, bi, bi" in this house.

It is such a sweet, sweet sound.


A New Take on Face Cream...

I learned a lesson today - don't leave the Desitin within reach of the toddler!

If you do, you just might find this:
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I can't tell if she's sticking her tongue out in concentration or because of the DISGUSTING taste of diaper rash ointment! Yuck.
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She was polite enough to offer me some though.

Manners - check!
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What gets spread on your face versus what gets spread on your butt - um... let me get back to you on that one.
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Delayed Chocolate (Crime)!!

Yes, as my title suggests, I firmly believe waiting to eat perfectly yummy chocolate that is in your possession is a crime. However, that's just what I made Georgia do when it came to her chocolate Easter bunny.

OK, I am ready to be taken away in cuffs.

But there was so much other Easter candy that the kid was on a permanent sugar high, so can you blame me? Add in an entire chocolate bunny - holy moly!

So we finally popped open that colorful box (mmm... chocolate smell) and gave Georgia the sweetest bunny she'll ever meet. Well, until next Easter.
Welcome back sugar high! We've missed you (OK, me not so much).


Green Thumb in the Making?

Georgia has a new love... she loves to help me water the plants. No - scratch that. She loves to drown the plants.
She waters and she waters and she waters, each time turning up the pitcher and then looking at me and saying "muh." So I indulge her, and give her (and the plants) more water.
Um, I'll update you later in the season on whether I have herbs or fish swimming around in the pots.


Mothers. Smiles. Tears.

Mother's Day is not supposed to end with tears, is it? Yet here I sit, covered in them. All it took was a picture - oh, and a lifetime of memories and emotions, things I'm learning not many people truly understand.

I. need. my. mom. I'm 34 years old and yes, I still need my mom. Problem is the closest I can get to talking to her is that damned picture. The one where I'm dressed in white and we have our arms around each other and those kind of smiles you just can't stop no matter how hard you try - yeah, that picture. It was taken about two and a half years ago, just before I married a really great guy. It was taken about one year before my mother was taken from me and so many others.

Others like my little girl who will never truly know how much was taken from her, the "Oma" she missed meeting by two days. It is by far the sharpest pain I know, my little girl not having my mother, and I'm still amazed that pain doesn't kill me. I guess I'm glad Georgia will never know the true extent of the loss, that way she'll never know the pain.

Others like my mom's best friend who started her Facebook page on October 2, 2009, to keep in touch with my mother. On October 11th, my mom was gone. That friend hasn't touched her Facebook page again until today, one and a half years later. I guess I'm not the only one still hurting.

The hurt is especially hard on days like today, because don't I owe it to my daughter to be 100% happy and all into this special day? Doesn't she deserve to have a mommy who is loving the day for all the love it celebrates instead of one who is choking down the day one breath at a time? Doesn't she deserve a mom who is 100% enjoying the magical dinner (and it was) at a cozy Italian restaurant instead of a mom who keeps glancing at the surrounding tables, angry and mad that other women have their moms there? Doesn't my daughter deserve a mom who can focus - focus on her and her love and her gifts and her time and her memories made on a day like this? And a mom who can just write warm, lovey-dovey, happy, fuzzy, dancing teddy bears posts for Mother's Day?

Maybe she did sense something though. Do your Mother's Day pictures look like these?
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mothers day collage 2

And my dear husband - he doesn't realize the bubbling inferno he's walking into sometimes when these "mom" emotions are boiling (sorry). I don't think he'll ever understand the raw emotion and anger this loss brings to the surface, but how could he? How could anyone who hasn't faced this, this - OMG, does it even have words or bear description? Perhaps Hell... trapped inside a really nice life. Because trust me, take away this one detail and my life is fabulous. It is really, truly great... and wonderful... and happy.

So why the anger? How long will it last? When will Mother's Day just be Mother's Day again? Why the moments where I just want to scream and slam this laptop into the wall? Why can't I still watch a freakin' Hallmark commercial without breaking down? Why the love/hate relationship with God? Why this intensely deep hole of loss and pain and nothing that some days threatens to literally make me disappear? Why can the loss of one single person - ONE PERSON - have such a profound and unexplainable impact on almost every moment of my life from here on out? One word - mother. It's why a mom is special enough to get this day. The bond is permanent, and it ain't going anywhere. Sure, we all might feel it and express it to a different magnitude, but look inside you and it's still there. It's the same bond my daughter and I now share and why she runs to me with a card clutched between her hands, so happy to hand over those simple words - Happy Mother's Day. Happy Mother's Day... Happy Mother's Day... Happy Mother's Day - it is happy, isn't it? 99% of me knows it is.

Thank you Georgia, and thank you honey, for my Happy Mother's Day.


Childhood Love: Bubbles & Chalk

Are there many moments better on a warm, sunny day than the sun on your back, a little by your side, bare feet on cool grass, laughter and bubbles in the air? Ahhhh. It makes me stop, take a deep breath and exhale.
OK, so it was Georgia and her daddy exhaling as they blew bubbles into the lazy, afternoon breeze. We watched as the bubbles floated up, did zig-zags and disappeared over our neighbor's home or popped upon hitting the grass.
Who am I kidding? We live in Nebraska where our lazy breezes blow over puppies and small children. But the wind did really carry those bubbles!
Like how my hubby was blowing bubbles while Georgia wasn't looking?
bubble blowing collage
OH, OH, OH... PLANE!!! Have I mentioned Georgia has an obsession with spotting planes as they fly over our house. "Ah-pin, ah-pin!!"
And that chalk? Georgia's first time making art on the sidewalk, and she was using chalk the Easter bunny left in her basket.
chalk collage
Perfect day.


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