Anyway, Happy Birthday, baby. Your kids have learned from the best in the business . . . YOU! We love you.
I think back on the younger days of our little family when everything we did, we did together, kids and all. Partly because we only had one car, partly because that's just the way we did things then. I stress about leaving Brent and the kids home "alone" in the evenings. He says I stress too much. I do. I know they're only home watching Wipe Out while I do the grocery shopping or attend meetings, but what if I miss some especially important bonding moment?! It is what it is. And it won't be this way forever . . . Soon, I fear, it will be our children tagging in and out of our lives as Brent and I sit together in our home desperately wanting them to just stay put. Ahhhh well.
And I'm loving my fancy friend Tammy today for making this beautiful pie. It was almost too pretty to eat. Almost. I want to be as kind and thoughtful and talented as Tammy when I grow up.
Favorite Shampoo and Conditioner. Smells like mint with a hint of rose. Sounds yucky, but trust me, it's real good. I still try to use Herbal Essences a couple days a week, too, just to make the good stuff last longer.
Want to know a secret? A Dirty Secret? I don't wash my hair every day. EWWWWW! Whatever. This stuff is pretty great for those in-between washing days.
Because I've learned recently that people don't really tease their hair anymore. Who knew?! I'm a child of the 80's and old habits die hard. This gives me just enough poof without creating a helmet-like effect.
As the name implies, it makes your skin feel like velvet. Awesome. It's tempting to put it all over your face, but if you're cheap (like yours truly) you just need it to smooth over flaws before applying other makeup. Like around your crepe-y eyes and to fill in the gigantic pores on your nose, maybe. Not that I would know for sure . . . Moving on . . .
Faithfully. Every night. I don't KNOW if it helps, but I like to hope that it does.
Not an expensive product, but good for preventative maintenance. Avoiding sun exposure and all that.
I'm reading this back now and worrying that I sound really vain. I'm not really worried about getting older. I say, bring it on. Age and wisdom and freedom. BRING IT! And I'll wear my shiny white hair and wrinkles with pride. When I'm ready. Which is not now.
. . . and anything monogrammed. Sure, these are MADE for kids, but how could anyone so young appreciate their beauty? I use washcloths, too.
Simple. Elegant. Lovely.
So, yesterday I decided to take the bull by the horns and reclaim my positivity, so to speak. And I went grocery shopping . . .at Trader Joe's. Sounds like a real riot, right? There is just something about breaking from the normal routine and doing something "new" that sends shock waves throughout all of life for me. I bought food that's all organic and wholesome . . . things I've never cooked before so maybe this excitement will last all week. Every time I open my refrigerator and see the carton of Tzatziki sauce and the Carne Asada and the Guac con Pico, my stomach does a little flip-flop. I don't know what to cook first. I want it all today. And my pantry full of Unburied Treasure (a puffed corn snack) and honey whole wheat pretzels and organic blue corn tortilla chips, and strawberry cereal bars (called "This strawberry walks into a bar . . . " Funny) is pure bliss. That's not even to mention the Joe Joe's (a simply divine Oreo knock-off with vanilla bean cream filling) and the ice cream cake waiting in the freezer for mother's day tomorrow. I. Am. BACK!!!!!
I've got a vase full of daffodils on my kitchen table ($1.29 at T.J's), a glass of strawberry lemonade and a brighter, sunnier disposition all thanks to my personal field trip yesterday. Family, you're welcome.
I love the cute towel animals and the chocolates.