scenes from the city...

i know my posts have been inconsistent lately

that's life

i've taken on the motto

'i'll get to it when i get to it'

that's a pretty tough sentiment to live by when you're as controlling as i am.

i NEED to be in control and over the past year i've felt things are OUT of my control.

hard pill to swallow but little by little i am

*

craig and i got away to our much loved and missed 'bean' town last weekend.

it was my birthday

i turned 25

cough

we loved every minute of it

we realized that even after being together for 15 years we still really like each other

that's hard to say for a lot of married couples so i count ourselves as lucky

i'm certainly not the easiest person to be with and frankly neither is he :O

we had an amazing dinner at mistral

where we were treated like royalty

and we laid our heads at the inn at st botolph

amazing

picked out my own birthday cake from flour

and shopped at trader joes

it

was

nice

the escape from the daily grind was awesome but some things never change

i actually like the daily grind

i'm a routine kind of gal i guess

peace out peeps

until next time

today i'm just going to be....

running on empty..

i've felt like running.

running away,

running towards,

running and running and running
until i can catch my breath
again
and run some more...
from.
to.
and
back again.

when i look at you...

 

here...

hello!

we're still here.

fall is busy, busy being pulled this way and that.

trying to find that balance

and having to let certain things fall behind.

thinking of you!

apples or children...

 

 sometimes waiting can be the best part of getting something you want.

the anitcipation

of the good,

the sweet,

the prize.

 

taking your time to get to that special place

where the treasure will be found...

looking this way and that

wondering if this one will be the best choice.

 

and when you've found what you're looking for

so beautiful,

and shining

waiting there just for you

 

you gently hold it until it's free in your hand

and you look at it,

amazed 

that 

this sweetness

is yours.

a guy...

i love a guy who doesn't lack self confidence.

a guy who will defy all odds and remove a 5lb bag of potatoes hidden on the counter.

a guy who in MY time of need pms will eat all the cupcakes he could possibly reach so i'm left with none.

a guy with such moxie,

a zip in his step,

a non discriminating bone in his body...barbie, pillow stuffing, dog mat, trash, lunch box, shoe, book, wii, cactus, CUPCAKES.

he enjoys them all...

quite equally in fact.

he's a guy we hate to love but love to hate.

he's our lil' guy and we're keepin' him.

innocence...

i wish they'd stay this innocent forever...

when holding a bug isn't creepy 

and i'm their best friend.

 

dog on the kitchen table....wahhhhhh

manners

i'm stoic.
i'm pensive.
i'm trying to decide how exactly to get from here to the counter so i can try those brownies.
mom says i can't sit on the kitchen table.
i pretend not to listen because frankly i dig it up here!
tonight's my first night of school.
mom thinks i'll be the class clown
i wonder why?

four is big...

on our way

we're here

a bit shy

mom forgot to cut my nails

feet firmly planted

sporting a little fancy

i call her 'nonnee', 'dude', 'ween bean'...

there are many more nicknames but you may not get my humor so i'll keep them private.

however-

i was informed today by little miss sunshine

that i can call her stella now that she's a big girl.

NOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

she's all amped up

ready to walk up that long flight of stairs,

say goodbye to me at the door

and go on with her four year old self.

i deflate thinking it's going to be harder than that but it's not

and alas

i'm alone 

going down that long flight of stairs...