motherhood – ~HB ADVENTURE~

October 18, 2014

Pictures of a Mama and Her Girls

Forgotten pictures are something that are becoming ‘normal’ around here, but I’m not complaining. I found these pictures from last September of me and the girls in Leavenworth and I’m so happy to have come across them. I often say that there are never enough pictures in the world of mothers with their children doing life. Granted, these images are a bit posed, but we were certainly living it up in ole Leavenworth where our dear friends, Jeff and Allison, got hitched. At the time that these were taken I was feeling like a chubby, nursing mama. Now, when I look at them, I just see my children being held in my arms and the closeness that we obviously share.

August 27, 2014

Not Too Fast

I’m a gigantic sucker for sentimental imges, especially ones that show change over time. I can say that it got worse when Maggie was born and I started taking the chair pictures for her monthly picture. It was captivating how much changed from month to month, not just with her, but with the lighting and even memories about where I was personally.

Tonight when Maggie was flinging around a pair of jammies on her head (I’d asked her to take them off because she’s be too hot…I told her she’d melt and she told me, matter of factly, “mama, people don’t melt” with huge eyes. No, Maggie, no, they don’t) an image of 2 month old Maggie popped into my head. At the time that was exactly what she looked like, with the huge eyes, tiny nose and chubby cheeks.

And today’s picture still has round cheeks, a small nose and huge eyes. Still such a little girl…who likes to hear that, even though she’s growing (“not too fast, Mama”), she’ll always be my first baby. Indeed, she will.

sisters

Because a post these days really woudn’t be a post without Little Sissy popping in, I thought I’d share how they both brush their teeth.

Paging, Danger Cat!!

May 11, 2014

My Very Own Mama

Every so often I’ll call my mom up with a question that starts with “When we were little how did you_____.” She often will laugh it off or claim she can’t remember, but I’d really like to know how mothers of past generations did things. Share your wisdom, pleeeease.

(Sidenote: my latest question was about what Phil and I did while she was home alone and needed to use the outhouse. You know, because it was THE EIGHTIES and we were hippies and had no running water until I was 5. I’m not sure her answer, if she were to remember, would help me all that much because we’ve got electricity and a bathroom. And call me gross talking about bathroom things, but there is never privacy…..so maybe there was a reason my mom and dad decided to have an outhouse for so many years. )

So, Mother’s Day. It’s important, and I totally think that my mom should be honored and valued today, but shouldn’t I show her love and respect EVERYDAY? I do. Part of the way I do this is to call her and ask for aforementioned wisdom. My mom is, without a doubt, my closest friend, biggest cheerleader, and strongest advocate. She’s a force to be reckoned with, a supurb garage saler, a master quilter, a coffee-making, granola baking, amazing gardening, fart-laughing (it’s true, mom, and don’t act like farts aren’t funny), not-much-sleep-needing, independent, award-winning grandma, and I’m so proud to call her my own.

So there.

And Mom?

Thanks for always letting me be ME.

And reminding me not to be like everybody else.

Even when I looked like this…..

and I’m sorry for the bathroom humor.