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Enjoying the Small Things and Stream of Consciousness bear a Love Child

October 13, 2011 By Kelle

I’ve intended to write something good and serious for the last couple of posts but then an hour before I write, I walk out a nice four-block stride to Pumped Up Kicks and when I come home, all I want to write about is happy little things. Like Nella kissing her glass reflection.

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Or puppet shows.

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Because that is the heart of life, you know?

It is Down Syndrome Awareness Month, we have a Buddy Walk in less than two weeks, and an almost-two year old who is continuing to stretch our perspectives but more so, broaden the joy in our home. I have things to say about this, but my thoughts? I like to sift through them–separate the wheat from the chaff–before I write. So, I’m working on it. In the meantime, we’re still making efforts to raise the roof on our Buddy Walk fund…if you’d like to help, every little dollar counts.

And to be honest, I could write and write about things I want the world to know. But I think I’m saying it with every post.

Read between the lines.

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I trust you do that already.

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So, where were we?

Happy little things.

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She Walks in Beauty

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On my nightstand right now. It’s been a little while since I’ve read for pleasure, and this book caught my eye the other day. I’ll admit it was the turquoise cover. And the soft pages with deckle edges. But then I bought it and started reading it and realized, I really like it.

I read a ton of poems in college (English major–alright, alright…English minor), but I was in a completely different place in life and missed the point on most of them. This book calls for a highlighter.

Don’t Scare Me
There is one rule in our marriage: don’t you freaking scare me. Brett knows that I will legitimately knock his teeth out if he scares me, and we have some unspoken vows that I am allowed to throw punches if he sneaks up on me/jumps out from behind couches/greets me wearing any kind of mask. I’m not kidding, I can’t even help it. You scare me, and I will instinctively crouch into aggravated assault mode. And he thinks this is funny. More reason to scare. And when my arms fly out all Dukes of Hazzard and swing, he laughs hard.

So I’m writing in the dark the other night, and he comes up behind me like this.

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He is lucky he has all his teeth.

Overhead Lizards
Random but true: I love it when lizards walk the lanai screen over our heads. I think they know I love it because they try and get my attention whenever I’m underneath them.

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Nella likes art.
She holds a crayon like nobody’s business. She’s got a nice death grip on a piece of sidewalk chalk. And, God forbid you start a craft project with Lainey without inviting her because Sister will come let you know that’s so not cool.

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Speaking of craft…
Fall continues to unravel its magic and, in searching for an autumn centerpiece for our table, I employed Lainey’s help and looked to the woods for the only genuine remnants of seasonal shift we have.

Seek and ye shall find.

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Why hello, bark. Hello, woodsy flowers. Hello you pinecone-producing evergreen!

Girlfriend will find Fall when she wants to.

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Hence, my infatuation with these wheat-looking weedy things. I’d Google it for you and give you a proper title or call Gary the horticulturist and ask him, but I’m feeling lazy tonight and Gary is sleeping, so wheat-looking Florida weedy things will have to suffice. Regardless…it looks like Fall.

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We still have pinecones.

So, Lainey and I went out and gathered a bunch from the woods, and Big Sister painted them all with metallic fall colored paints.

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We sculpted some acorns out of clay (bear with me–at least we bought the clay and didn’t blend it ourselves from organic mud), baked them, and Lainey painted them with gold and copper paints (store-bought…ha ha)

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Painting acorns was her favorite part. She took to that job with a serious face and a steady hand and was very careful to make sure the gold didn’t overlap the copper. Sister was a rockstar with that paintjob.

Pile hodge podge mess of painted pinecones, acorns, hollowed baby pumpkins and candles onto cake platter…and, Voila. Centerpiece. Lainey’s pride for the finished product was worth it…minus the pumpkin cutting, she did everything all by herself.

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Nail polish.
Last gushing on fall and, I swear, I’ll zip it. I don’t usually have time to paint my fingernails. Unless I am overcome by seasons. I don’t see little bottles of nail polish…I see apple cider. Pumpkin pie. Scarlet maple. My nails beg to represent.

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Nella’s face is all, “Seriously? You are ridiculous.”

Crisis.
I know it wasn’t long ago I was all “I’m barley chicory root girl” but I’m over it, and I like my coffee again.

Which is why it is not cool our coffee pot broke yesterday. It brews a nice pot of hot brown water. The flip side? I’ve rediscovered my love for the simple french press.

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Plants–you like? I am seeing if my green thumb has nine lives. We’re on, like, seven. But our bay window begs for oxygen.

It has its own charming ceremony, and I’m loving how tres chic I feel when I’m tapping the glass of my french press against my mug to pour a steamy cup of just right. A new pot can wait (but if you have a coffee pot you love, do tell).

Computer Swiper.
When Lainey has computer time, Sister doesn’t want to be left out. Her tippy toe stance to check it out just kills me.

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So does the crap under my desk.

Tonight’s Festivities
A trip to those majestic mountains.

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Nella climbed the hill all by herself in the time it took for Lainey to run up and roll down about fifteen times.

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We passed a neighbor friend on the way there and I said, “We’re headed to the mountains.” And he was all WTH?

Stubby hills, mountains. Tomato, tomahto.

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Boo
And my favorite part tonight: We booed. Many of you, I’m sure, are familiar with it, but if not…become acquainted. I had never heard of it until I married Brett and realized it was something he had been doing with his boys every year in our neighborhood. You start mid-October and hope it trickles until Halloween.

We started by printing off three copies of this. We included these copies in three bags of treats we arranged to deliver to neighbors. And then you sneak out in the dark, pick a few houses, ring the doorbell, leave the treats…and run before the neighbors see you. They find the treats, mark their door with the ghost as having been “booed,” and they continue the fun in nights to come until as many houses as possible have been booed before Halloween.

Lainey was beside herself. And every time I watch her get so excited that her eyes are wide and her speech is breathless, I am that much more motivated to do these things.

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As we tiptoed past street lights and into the driveway of friends, whispering and hiding behind bushes, I watched my girl smile and beam and thank us with her eyes for making memories. I said to Brett after our first ding-dong-ditch, “Babe, she’s going to talk about this when she’s twenty, you know,” and he smiled and said, “oh, I know. Why do you think I do this?”

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I love traditions.

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And that is it. The end of a Wednesday post.

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And now it is late, far past my bedtime.
I’m off to bed before Brett jumps out as a werewolf and loses an eye.

Happy, happy little things to you and you and you.

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Waning Gibbous

September 19, 2011 By Kelle

Friday night, the moon was large, pushed to the center stage of black sky like an understudy who just scored the leading role. For a moment late in the afternoon, you could almost mistake the moon for the sun–just as big and almost as bright.

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While the moon had his moment of spotlight outside this weekend, it glowed inside as well.

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In the form of fall cravings.

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Chili & Football

Brett likes football. He’s not the die hard glued-to-the-screen fan who screams during good plays or misses Christenings and birthday parties for an anticipated game, but he likes watching football. I too have come to appreciate the thrill of roaring fans, the calming voice of commentators, the line-up of spandex-hugged tight ends. It means things are about to slow down and holidays are around the bend. So this weekend, we watched football and did Septemberish things.

The first pumpkin bread of the season. (Last year’s pumpkin bread, Nella still had her glasses.)

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And homemade carmel apples.

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I woke up at midnight last night to get out of bed and eat the last one. Brett found me hovered over the kitchen island, in the dark, literally gnawing the last hardened puddle of carmel off of wax paper. I said “What?” He said nothing.

My seep-it-in-slowly approach to fall decorating continued this weekend with some crafty homemaking.

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We hiked past tall palms and into the sparse evergreens of our woods, scouring the ground for anything that bore likeness to a deciduous tree. We found a nice weathered branch to hang in our dining room. Accessorized with a string of leaves we cut from decorative paper, it pulls a little Michigan into our Florida home.

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Lainey chose the paper, glued the sheets together and helped sew the big needle through the finished leaves. And then she ditched me while I was left to finish it by myself. I kind of wish I would have cut the leaves out of felt instead of paper, but felt doesn’t come in patterns and glitter, and Lainey wouldn’t have it.

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We’ll swap snowflakes for leaves come December.

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Weekends work a bit like shaking an Etch-a-Sketch for us. For all the drawings we’ve accumulated throughout the week–the things we wish we would have done with the kids, the time we wish we would have allotted differently–we make up for it. We shake our week clean and start fresh.

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More family walks.

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Reuniting with an old friend. I swear, he has a parole anklet that beeps when he’s out of range now. We don’t see him much these days.

And outside play.

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More backyard adventures.

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And front yard entertainment.

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More catching the last of the sun flare from a prickly grass seat–and staying out well past its encore.

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And finally retreating in to etch new drawings to begin a new week.

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I’m always comforted by full-circle routines. Moons that wax and wane, tides that forge and recede, seasons that bloom and die out, and weeks that begin with challenged schedules which grow and fall and finally end with redeeming Saturdays. The shifts are both forgiving and motivating, and I thrive on the balance of enjoying this very phase and season while knowing I will never tire–next week, there’s a new moon.

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New sponsor, Cozy Rags, joins us this month in sponsorship. Cozy Rags is owned by Nancy, also known as “Grandma Yokie,” who makes all of her beautiful hand made blankets and accessories in her home’s sewing room. Blankets come in a variety of animal or damask prints, are double lined and are made from the very softest material.

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Nella obviously loves her plush pink damask stroller blanket.

Cozy Rags makes great baby gifts–if you can bear to part with them.

One commenter on this post will win a baby blanket of his/her choice, courtesy of Cozy Rags.

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I think the moon is somewhere between a waning gibbous and a last quarter right now. I don’t know what the hell that means, but in my language it can only mean one thing…half full, Baby.

Here’s to starting out weeks half full. Cheers to that.

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Sailor’s Warning: September Storm

September 8, 2011 By Kelle

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“Red sky at night, sailor’s delight; Red sky in the morning, sailors take warning.”
This morning’s sky.

I should know by now this pattern that has evolved over time with the sequence of arriving seasons. Even without the dramatic outward shifts in weather here, there is some pilot light within me that ignites with just the preface to a new season–pencils and college ruled paper for sale on the end caps in Target, camel colored swing coats and Fair Isle sweaters in JCPenney commercials, summer fruit slowly being overtaken by heaps of peaches and apples in grocery store aisles. I’m suddenly inspired–caught up in this mysterious creative current that sweeps in like a squall.

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Elizabeth Gilbert explained it well a couple years ago in this TED clip–her analysis of how creativity arrives. I’ve watched it several times and always laugh at her story of how American poet, Ruth Stone, explained her “brush” with creativity–as if it arrives in a paranormal wind and when you feel it, you better grab it and use it or else it will continue its path to find another source. While I believe creativity is present in us all–it just needs to be stirred up now and then, I can relate to this “come and go” theory, especially when it arrives at the onset of a new season.

Hence the June challenge.
The burning need to craft come November.
Wash flowered sheets come March.
Write, run, bake, design, think new, think different, do better come September.
Winds come and go, and so I’m grabbing it and using it just in case it drifts away–this September storm.

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I ache for my Midwest this year and am hoping we can swing a trip maybe by the end of the year. Text messages and calls from family and friends exclaiming “sweater day” and football crowds and “first fire of the season” definitely aren’t helping.

But I’ll be damned if I don’t know how to make the best of what we have.

And we have Indian Corn.

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And boxes in the attic with “Harvest” scribbled in thick marker across their sides. I pull a little out each weekend, saving the best for last–the silver pumpkins and the pinecone mantel swag. For now, we swap pale summer pinks for aubergines and russets.

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And relish the September things that currently make me smile:

* This hat I dream of.

*…that would match Nella’s red shoes.

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* Argyle.

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* Savoring late summer fruit.

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Dot’s daughter, Ali, was home from Orlando for the week, and we were lucky to spend the day with her!

* “The High Bun:”

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She has a repertoire of hairstyles she requests now–high ponytail, low ponytail, two ponytails, two buns, high bun, low bun, half up/half down, all down, french braid, two braids, low braid, high braid, barrette. Whew. Sister knows what she wants, and Heaven help you if, God forbid, you deliver a low bun when she asked for a high bun. I cringe at the high bun request. It’s tricky. You have to wet the brush and smooth it about a bajillion times to get the hair high enough–with no bumps. And then you wait for her approval–nervously. Watching as she stretches her hand back to assess the height. If it’s just a smidge lower than her expectations, you’re done. I actually got a text from a friend who was watching her one afternoon that said, “She asked for a bun and she keeps telling me my bun’s not a high bun. I don’t know what to do.”

I love it.

* Physical Therapy

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I love our people. Our P.T. and O.T. are husband & wife, and I am thankful that what once carried so much apprehension for me has become such a meaningful time in our home.

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We are always thankful for every little milestone each of our children make, and right now it seems this September creative current has swept up their little minds as well. This week Nella said “shoe” and a really good version of “cracker,” and tonight, as were standing at the check-out at Publix, she looked up and pointed at a Winnie-the-Pooh balloon and smiled. I said “balloon” loudly and enough times to annoy the check-out lady and finally, my girl smiled and said her little version of what was clearly…balloon.

Guess who got to take it home?

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September storms bring cleaning and weeding out old clothes, always a bit of a sad task for me.

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And we crafted.

We made a button mobile for Lainey’s room. I knew I wanted to do something with a bag of buttons I had and, after a few trial and errors and a little meandering through Joann’s aisles, I discovered a cross stitch hoop was exactly what we needed. I stained it a bit to acquire the color I wanted, tied and knotted long strands of hemp cording around it, and Lainey and I went bananas gluing buttons. The result fits perfectly in her room–just waiting for Brett to hang it for us.

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Finally, this September storm brings with it the challenge of more meals, more people, more love in our kitchen. We’ve been talking about it a lot, and we’re excited to clean up some bad habits of quick meals and settle into Fall with dinners around the table, music, candles, and some new recipes.

So tonight, we did it. The good silverware, the good dishes, Diana Krall crooning from the kitchen, tea lights in Mason jars, and company. I knew we needed to do it more often when, while Lainey was helping me set the table, she smiled and said “I like this day.”

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I like when Lainey weasles her scooter between kitchen cupboards while I’m cooking.

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Finally, appropriate for the season, Jessica Clough’s Scentsy shop is back for the third month in a row for sponsorship. Girlfriend is hooked. I ordered my fall scents, and I can’t stop burning the Clove and Cinnamon bar. It’s like Norman Rockwell painting plus apple orchard plus holiday party hot wassail all in one. And it makes me excited about September. And creative storms.

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Any other September storms brewing out there? Do share.
I’m trying to do a better job of popping in to answer comment and FB questions when I can. And I’m revamping my Facebook page soon, so hold tight if I haven’t accepted you as a friend. My Unplugged day overlapped a bit last week–and rightly so–so I have a little bit of catching up to do.

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I love this little foot that pops through the crib slats.

Storm’s a ‘brewin. Good night.

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