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Merry Christmas Eve!

December 24, 2011 By Kelle

Last night, Nella’s midnight cries interrupted a dream where it was snowing. I don’t know where I was, but I do remember, about five seconds before the dream broke, I was taking my mittens off so I could use my phone to take a picture of evergreen branches, frosted in crystalized snow.

Yesterday, I cried twice from missing my family. Once didn’t count though because Sinead O’Connor was mid-chorus in Silent Night, and that song–well, all bets are off. I felt off yesterday. I blamed it on being tired, missing my family, realizing I didn’t get to do so many of the things I swore I’d do this year–like slow down. Read Christmas books every night. Chill out. All this to say, December is such an immense crescendo of anticpation and I flip out a little at the peak.

But I’m regaining my footing–surveying the scene, and it’s grand. Which is why I don’t have a lot to say today. I’m caving–burrowing into my family, reflecting on this year, feeling grateful and content and excited.

Our last home-making attempts:

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Thursday night, we gathered with friends to enjoy the talents of Mikey Wax, who finished off his home concert tours this year in our neighborhood clubhouse.

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He is kind and warm and fit in just perfectly with our crazy bunch–not to mention he is so talented, and his smooth soulful tunes were the perfect accompaniment for a memorable night.

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He begins a radio tour next year as well as continuing his house concert tour. Check him out!

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Last night we continued our hot cocoa walk tradition, trailing our festive wagon through the darkness, knocking on doors, pouring drinks and delivering off-tune reditions of “We Wish You a Merry Christmas.” It felt celebratory and bonding in an I-miss-my-family-but-I’m-glad-I-have-my-friends kind of way.

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When it was all done, Nana Kate came home with us and the two of us settled into the couch. She admitted she cried because she missed her grandkids and I admitted I cried because I missed my family. Hello, Match Made in Heaven. We don’t just love each other–we need each other.

So, here I am–Christmas Eve–surveying the scene. Feeling thankful. Excited for this next week. And ready to step away from this keyboard…family calls.

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Friday Phone Dump:

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Friday Phone Dump photos are taken on the Instagram iPhone app (free) and dropped into a 12×12 collage using a photo editing software (Photoshop Elements works). I am “etst” on Instagram if you want to follow the feed.

To all of you, Merry Christmas. Have a wonderful weekend with your families.

Our 2011 Christmas Card (I still have a stack on my counter to send out!)

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We’ve got work to do!

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The Big F.A.Q.

December 21, 2011 By Kelle

Q: How do you keep on top of your photos?

A: I take photos almost every day. Without even thinking about it, my routine is to download them at night and click through them to choose my favorites. I store them in folders by date and tag words like “South Beach weekend,” “Lainey’s birthday party,” or “Mom’s wedding.” I have three external drives right now, and every 3-4 months, I go through folders and clean them up–delete the extras and leave only the best of the best. This is getting easier than it used to be. Three years ago, I could have had 25 shots of Lainey eating an ice cream cone–all of them similar–and I’d be paralyzed, feeling guilty to delete just one. After four years though, I know my kids and their childhood are more than well represented. Between the blog, Photobucket, the books I make for them each year, and my hard drives, I’m confident I won’t lose sleep over deleting unused photos.

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Q: How do you take your camera out?

A: If I don’t want to lug my camera case, I will wrap my camera in a scarf and put it in my purse (I carry a larger purse in these instances, and sometimes I’ll pull the diaper change mat from a diaper bag and line my purse with it). In these cases, I’ll settle on bringing one lens–usually my 16-35 mm. Obviously, I take my camera to the beach as well. I always bring my camera case if we’re going to the beach, and I’m careful to make sure my hands are clean and sand-free if I change lenses. I also use an air blower like this one to clean off the camera when we’re home. I send my camera to Canon at least once a year for a “tune-up”–sensor and body cleaning.

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As far as photography goes, I have some really cool new ways of sharing some photo-taking tips (always a work in progress) with you come January. I can’t share yet, but I’m excited about a collaborative new project!

Q: How often does D.S. weigh on your mind?

A: We’re almost two years in this. D.S. is part of who my child is. I think about my children all day long and consequently, Down syndrome is part of that. There are so many times when I look at Nella and just feel–I don’t know, I can’t explain it–calm…content…thankful. Her eyes? I’m crazy over them–so exotic, so beautiful.

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We still talk about how this has changed our lives in so many good ways and how we will continue to grow and learn in years to come. So, to say we don’t ever think about it isn’t really true. We do, however, forget about the things we used to think about. The fears. The uncertainty. Or, rather, we’ve become accustomed to it. There will be tears. There will be days when I will say yes, this is hard. But so far, I’ve thought so many times–how could I have ever underestimated this love? I have two daughters. Unmeasurable joy times two. Period.

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Q: Do you ever worry about Lainey feeling overshadowed by Nella’s special needs?

A: I used to. It consumed me those first couple months. But I didn’t give myself enough credit as a mom. I love my children equally. How silly of me to think I wouldn’t be able to express that. The more I rely on my natural ability to love, nurture and mother the way I was born to do, the less I worry about things. I’ve realized I never miss a beat when either of my girls need more of me–I just know. And I react instinctively. I’ve never been more confident that my girls will both grow up knowing they are so special–each unique and talented in so many ways. The more I trust myself, the better I love.

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Q: What kinds of therapy is Nella getting? Are you doing anything with her that you think contributes to how well she is doing?

A: Nella has O.T. (occupational therapy) and P.T. (physical therapy), each once a week, and an I.T.D.S. (Infant Toddler Development Specialist) comes to our house every two weeks and does play therapy, evaluations, etc. This is all provided by the state as part of a federally funded Early Intervention program. These programs are incredibly vital for children with special needs, and we need to continually advocate to see that they are appropriately funded and remain in place.

If there’s any one thing we do with Nella that I feel directly affects her progress, I’m happy to share (I love the tips I’ve received from the D.S. community on resources they’ve found useful). While I believe the accepting environment we provide for Nella, where we expect so much of her and treat her equally, helps promote her milestones, I don’t ever want to suggest that a child who isn’t reaching the same milestones doesn’t have parents who work with them. Regardless of special needs, children develop differently and at their own pace. In the meantime, we invest our time, love and praise into every one of our kids, celebrating their accomplishments, supporting their needs.

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Q: It seems there are so many categories of moms these days, especially on blogs. What kind of mom do you consider yourself?

A: Just a mom. I don’t want to sum up what kind of mom I am in one word because that’s limiting. I don’t like being put in a box and I’m way too impulsive to fit into just one category. I’ve written about this before, but I think sometimes we feel like we can’t explore a new area if we don’t completely fit in the box. Like “I’d really like to buy that vintage plate because I love it, but my house is too contemporary and I’m not really Vintage Girl.” Who says you have to be just one thing? Buy the damn plate if you love it. Our society is fabulous at pigeon-holing people and identifying them into categories as if they have to abide by a certain set of rules–and judgement and assumption often follows. We’ve identified the urban mom, the hipster mom, the churchy mom, the homeschool mom, the wild mom, the funny mom, the divorced mom, the laid back mom as if once you have a label, that’s all you can be. That’s so constraining and yet, I admit, I fall victim to the labeling. Like I thought I couldn’t make my own laundry soap because it meant I’d also have to drive a hybrid car. Holding a solid faith and dancing out with the girls don’t have to be opposites. Having a home in a suburban neighborhood doesn’t mean I can’t funk it up with crafts and cherished kitsch. And writing about “the small things” certainly doesn’t mean I don’t pay attention to “the big things” in life too. I want to passionately explore a multitude of areas in life and, while some areas might bubble to the surface with noticeable expression, some simmer beautifully and quietly underneath–not to be forgotten. I’ll dip my toes into different hobbies and ways of life if I feel drawn to them, and I won’t let the box of “who I’m supposed to be” stop me for a hot second. And I learn–oh, do I learn from so many other kinds of moms who continually broaden the definition of motherhood with their insight and experience.

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We’re women. We are multi-faceted. We don’t have to fit into a box. We follow our own rhythms and we celebrate our movements that may change over the course of aging, mothering, learning, exploring, loving.

I follow my instincts and listen to my heart. That’s the kind of mother I am.

Q: Do you read the comments?

A: Yes. I really try and read all of them. You took the time to write it, I want to take the time to read it. Sometimes I go a couple days before I sit down and catch up, but you’d be surprised how many of you I know by name. I try to visit blogs and leave comments when I can although, obviously, my first priority is time with my family. If you ask a question in the comments, I will try and answer it in another comment in the same post.

Q: With a public blog, how do you deal with negative criticism?

A: I wish I could say I’ve always been one of those people who shrug off criticism and make no qualms about how people perceive them. I’ve always wanted to please people, and that comes with the realization that when I don’t, it’s disheartening. When this blog gained publicity, I soon discovered that it also opened the door to criticism and sometimes false assumptions about how we live our lives, raise our kids, deal with issues, what I write about, what I don’t write about, etc. Here’s the thing–everyone should go through negative criticism at some point in their life because it is so good for you. It never feels good at the moment, but the process is enlightening. You sharpen your beliefs, gain confidence and, over time, stand firmer and stronger.

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No one is invincible–I do get my feelings hurt, and that icky, self-analyzing, defensive cave I’ve slipped into is just gross. But necessary. You grow. From blogging and putting myself out there, I believe even more Shakespeare’s advice, “To thine own self be true.” And you don’t need a blog to discover that you cannot change yourself to please others nor can you be so arrogant to think that you’re never wrong. But you can own what you say…and learn more every day from the experiences that help shape us–and that includes criticism.

Q: Where do you get your quilts?

A: My mama’s always loved a good quilt, and I inherited her obsession once I had babies and fell into my style a little more. I like cozy. I like homey. And I love me some Ebay. I don’t think I’ve paid more than $30 for any of our quilts. They were all found on Ebay–old, used, a bit tattered…but perfect. I search words like “vintage quilt,” “vintage patchwork quilt,” “granny square afghan,” “homemade patchwork quilt” and about a hundred other combinations that have scored me some pretty cool finds.

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Q: How did you and Brett meet?

A: This is definitely the most repeated question. I suppose my avoidance suggests some sort of scandalous story like we met in Las Vegas when I was a showgirl and he was a stage hand. Oh, but only if it were so storybook. Didn’t happen that way, although he did propose to me at dinner while we watched the Bellagio fountains from the Eiffel Tower–the Vegas one–and I do have a nice showgirl high-kick when I’m reenacting Sally O’Malley, if I don’t say so myself.

There is a story behind our meeting, and I did finally write it all down.

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But it’s in Bloom, and you’ll have to wait until April 3 when the book comes out. There are a lot of issues in the book I specifically discuss that I don’t talk about a lot on the blog–my past, faith, family, etc. On the blog, my intent is that these issues breathe through stories, photos and words in a read-between-the-lines kind of way and, occassionally, I will expound when I’m inspired to do so.

The book opened up the opportunity to explore a lot of untread territory though. Writing it was the most cathartic personal experience of my life–a ten month therapy session, of sorts. I am excited for next year and the release of a story that is so precious to me–one in which I hope you find shared sentiments, determination and celebration. As it gets closer, I will talk about it a bit more, but for now you can pre-order a copy of Bloom: Finding Beauty in the Unexpected by clicking any of the four distributer buttons on the right sidebar.

Finally, I promise…I don’t do it all. No one does it all. There are never enough hours in the day to finish what I want to accomplish, and there are nights where I go to bed with the house in shambles and thinking to myself, I could have done better. I am forgiving. I am realistic. And I love the thrill of waking up the next day and deciding…what is it we want to do today? How are we going to make this day great? Happiness is a choice. Sometimes it isn’t easy. There are moments it doesn’t come naturally…but when you repeatedly practice finding the good, it has a way of finding you.

If I didn’t answer your question, you might find it on this old F.A.Q. post or the F.A.Q. tab at the top of the blog or perhaps the Photography F.A.Q.

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Pa-rum-pa-pum-pum

December 20, 2011 By Kelle

So, let’s see–it’s T-minus-six-days, and if there was some sort of meter to measure my enthusiasm for it all right now, it would read something like: “blissfully hanging from chandelier, with Christmas martini.“
Rimmed in crushed peppermint, of course. And I’m wearing cute Christmas shoes. And, for the hell of it, let’s throw in the fact that this imaginary chandelier-hugging version of me is also singing “Have Yourself a Merry Christmas”–the swingy swanky version–and I sound just like Ella Fitzgerald.

But really, I’m sitting in the office, eating stir-fry from a paper plate and obsessively clicking between three Christmas Pandora stations because the Little Drummer Boy song keeps popping up, and I can’t bear to hear “Pa-rum-pa-pum-pum” one more time. We get it. Your drum makes a noise.

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My girl had a recital this weekend. I stood back and beheld the wonder that the froggy-legged baby in the strawberry jammies who smells like cookies and purses her lips just like a baby bird–the one with a dusting of peach fuzz hair and deep blue eyes that, who knows, might change to a chocolate brown someday–well, she’s big now. She’s tall and confident and yet still a bit shy too.

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She dances on stage while I huddle in a small sea of parents, snapping photos, smiling, wondering how in the world that little newborn transformed into this girl so quickly.

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Eight little girls dressed in homemade fur muffs and snowball shoes, danced to “Baby’, it’s Cold Outside.” And our cheeks ached from smiles of praise, adoration, contentment.

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Our celebration had its encore at a greasy bar where we gathered with friends after the recital.

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Post-recital drive–the sky was showing off.

Our waiter came over, handed us some menus and asked, “Can I start you guys with some drinks?” Swear to Kris Kringle, Nella flung her head around, smiled and enthusiastically shouted, “YEAH!”

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Because Sister was thirsty.

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I’m feeling content this holiday, balancing the duties of right now with the anticipation of a bit later pretty comfortably. The house is in holiday shambles, but I look forward to cleaning it tomorrow and beginning to prepare for a special weekend.

Other than a small project I made Brett promise me he’ll finish, we’re done with crafting. My last project was an easy magnet board for Nella. I spray painted an old 16 x 20 frame and filled it with sheet metal (primed and painted). We’ll hang it low in her room for play/learning.

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Felt magnet letters, Etsy.


And now it’s time to party. I’m stoked for some excitement later this week–a house holiday concert from Mikey Wax. Check him out. He’s making quite a name for himself (toured with Howie Day, Landon Pigg…), and he’s touring the country performing free house concerts. And now I’m realizing, we don’t have a chandelier on which to hang from…bum.

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Lainey has proclaimed that these are her “reading glasses.”

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She’s wearing Nella’s shoes.

She shares with her sister, too.

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Let’s knock an F.A.Q. out while we’re at it: Nella had a second opinion and two follow-up eye appts. since her infamous Professor glasses, and she doesn’t need them anymore. I do miss them a bit.

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And finally, in an attempt to make purposeful efforts every day this week for really good (interpret as you may) leading up to Christmas, we began by letting our toes kiss the sand.

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I wanted to take the girls sledding on the beach. It would have been perfect–pulling them in a sled right along the shore until the sun set. Try finding a place that sells sleds in Southwest Florida. We settled for sitting in the sand.

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It was, likewise, lovely.

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More good stuff planned for the rest of the week.

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Sponsor Katrina Roldan for Sticks and Stones is joining us this week, bringing the original alphabet photography of Sticks and Stones (recognized on Oprah and Rachel Ray)–which is personalized and handcrafted upon order (never mass produced!)

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Use Coupon Code IBGIKL at checkout for 10% off your entire order, and if you buy one item, you get 50% off your second item.

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F.A.Q. post coming Wednesday.

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My girls, the bed, the sheets, the holiday movie calls.

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