Since I've started reading Cherish's blog, Kiwi Freckles, I have just adored her link love posts- she includes a bunch of links within her writing. She gives just enough info so you are too intrigued not to go check them out. How fun!
Well, Cherish started a link-up encouraging us all to try her style. I'm excited to do so! Here goes...
I am totally salivating over this bedding for Tink's new bedroom. It's pretty expensive for our typical bedroom redo budget, but my toes are on the edge of the platform and I think I'm about to take the plunge!
If someone wants to buy me an early birthday present, I give you complete permission to buy this. Over the top? Completely. I LOVE it!
I really think this is begging to be a component to Sassy's spring wardrobe. I mean, seriously? She totally has the sense of style to pull it off, no?
I'm hoping they are planning a short vacation, because I want this... STAT!
I'm thinking this is going up in Tink's new bedroom, too!
We're making these for dinner tonight- don't they look delicious?
I giant-puffy-heart LOVE her. And this is one of a trillion reasons why.
Wow, that was SO fun! Join in, won't you?
February 25, 2011
Stick with me, it gets good...
Throughout the course of this blog, I've been asked several times to address how I manage to "do it all". I have a very simple, direct answer to that itty bitty query-I don't.
Not even by a long shot. Not.for.one.second. You mustn't believe that- it's simply not true.
I'm flattered, truly, that you would think I have mysh*t together ducks in a row and such, but it makes me a little sad, too. Sad that I must do a swell job of misrepresenting myself here at Sweet Peas & Sassafras. Let me explain...
I've been thinking about blogging a lot lately. I've read several profound posts that delve into blogging, encouragement, and the dreaded Mom-petition (as I've so affectionately coined it) that tends to rear its ugly head amongst us women. What's up with that, anyway? For example, I could completely empathize with what my friend Renee was recently struggling with in her head here, and her subsequent post here.
I'll be the first to admit- I read so many wonderful blogs written by wonderful, smart, talented, beautiful, motivated women. I'm not above the hype- I have my moments of reading a post and thinking I wish I could have time to do that or talent to do that or if only I were as beautiful as her or imagine how awesome my life would be if these girls were my real life friends. Oh, gosh... I feel a little pathetic admitting that. Tell me I'm not alone... quick.
Even though I have those moments (I admit it)- for the most part I am just incredibly proud of what these women have going on. PROUD. Not envious. Not feeling inadequate. INSPIRED.
It does us no good to live in states of envy and self-loathing. Here on this little blog, I've always had intentions of being transparent- I am truly not trying to portray myself as something other than exactly what I am. While I never lie, maybe I omit bits and pieces too often, and maybe that's intentional. There, I said it.
Why do I reside mostly in sunshine & rainbow-land? Not always, but mostly? First of all, I write primarily as a journal to my girls- and, really, who wants to write about all the dark & twisty stuff? I mean, if I were physically scrap booking, I wouldn't include all the bad stuff.
Beyond that, I assume that you all fully realize this and are mindful of the fact that this household and my parenting skills are far from the picture of perfection. I suppose I assume this because I, myself acknowledge that all these wonderful blogs I read- from these super-duper-awesome put-together women- well, they have their moments, too. I know they do. Everyone does.
So, typically, I do not feel the need to explain that the reason I go out so much and do so many things with my girls is simply because the days that we spend at home together, inside, in one little space- these are the days that I have to summon super-master-jedi-willpower to not list my children on craigslist.
It's true- I have very real issues with spending quiet, calm quality time at home with my children. I can actually find myself slumping into real depressive states when I am home for too many days or bored without a plan. It's a fault, ladies.
Let's take a look at my house. Just kidding- let's not. Spring cleaning- HA! I'd need spring, summer, fall, and winter to get this place looking spiffy and worthy of showcasing here. For real.
Lack of SPA posts- well, golly, I'd have to actually, like, cook dinner to do those. Right?!?! Take-out or fast food or restaurant fare scarcely qualifies as quality material for that plan.
Or how about the fact that I desperately need to lose 100 pounds, and for whatever reason, I can't seem to succeed at making this a priority in my life? This makes me sad for my family and angry at myself all at once. How's that for a brutally honest, super selfish, shame-inducing statement? Well, it's true.
Now that I've spent three paragraphs contradicting myself (I really do believe that self-loathing is not a healthy place to dwell), I think we can move on from that. I have issues to work through, too. Maybe it would be cathartic for me to write about them more often. It's definitely something I will consider. Especially because I truly believe in the power of relating to another person's struggles. See here.
So... here's the true inspiration for this post. I was reading this awesome blog post last week, and I just knew I had to share the link and write this post. Then, I saw a couple of other blog friends link to it. It's a good one, girls. Seriously, you all have to jump over and read it. It will make you think. It will make you feel better. I command you, so GO!
And to leave you with something more profound than I have the words to explain, I will share what Heather over at Blessed Little Nest recently shared. Which was originally shared here. {Confused yet?}
"Comparison is the thief of joy"
Not even by a long shot. Not.for.one.second. You mustn't believe that- it's simply not true.
I'm flattered, truly, that you would think I have my
I've been thinking about blogging a lot lately. I've read several profound posts that delve into blogging, encouragement, and the dreaded Mom-petition (as I've so affectionately coined it) that tends to rear its ugly head amongst us women. What's up with that, anyway? For example, I could completely empathize with what my friend Renee was recently struggling with in her head here, and her subsequent post here.
I'll be the first to admit- I read so many wonderful blogs written by wonderful, smart, talented, beautiful, motivated women. I'm not above the hype- I have my moments of reading a post and thinking I wish I could have time to do that or talent to do that or if only I were as beautiful as her or imagine how awesome my life would be if these girls were my real life friends. Oh, gosh... I feel a little pathetic admitting that. Tell me I'm not alone... quick.
Even though I have those moments (I admit it)- for the most part I am just incredibly proud of what these women have going on. PROUD. Not envious. Not feeling inadequate. INSPIRED.
It does us no good to live in states of envy and self-loathing. Here on this little blog, I've always had intentions of being transparent- I am truly not trying to portray myself as something other than exactly what I am. While I never lie, maybe I omit bits and pieces too often, and maybe that's intentional. There, I said it.
Why do I reside mostly in sunshine & rainbow-land? Not always, but mostly? First of all, I write primarily as a journal to my girls- and, really, who wants to write about all the dark & twisty stuff? I mean, if I were physically scrap booking, I wouldn't include all the bad stuff.
Beyond that, I assume that you all fully realize this and are mindful of the fact that this household and my parenting skills are far from the picture of perfection. I suppose I assume this because I, myself acknowledge that all these wonderful blogs I read- from these super-duper-awesome put-together women- well, they have their moments, too. I know they do. Everyone does.
So, typically, I do not feel the need to explain that the reason I go out so much and do so many things with my girls is simply because the days that we spend at home together, inside, in one little space- these are the days that I have to summon super-master-jedi-willpower to not list my children on craigslist.
It's true- I have very real issues with spending quiet, calm quality time at home with my children. I can actually find myself slumping into real depressive states when I am home for too many days or bored without a plan. It's a fault, ladies.
Let's take a look at my house. Just kidding- let's not. Spring cleaning- HA! I'd need spring, summer, fall, and winter to get this place looking spiffy and worthy of showcasing here. For real.
Lack of SPA posts- well, golly, I'd have to actually, like, cook dinner to do those. Right?!?! Take-out or fast food or restaurant fare scarcely qualifies as quality material for that plan.
Or how about the fact that I desperately need to lose 100 pounds, and for whatever reason, I can't seem to succeed at making this a priority in my life? This makes me sad for my family and angry at myself all at once. How's that for a brutally honest, super selfish, shame-inducing statement? Well, it's true.
Now that I've spent three paragraphs contradicting myself (I really do believe that self-loathing is not a healthy place to dwell), I think we can move on from that. I have issues to work through, too. Maybe it would be cathartic for me to write about them more often. It's definitely something I will consider. Especially because I truly believe in the power of relating to another person's struggles. See here.
So... here's the true inspiration for this post. I was reading this awesome blog post last week, and I just knew I had to share the link and write this post. Then, I saw a couple of other blog friends link to it. It's a good one, girls. Seriously, you all have to jump over and read it. It will make you think. It will make you feel better. I command you, so GO!
And to leave you with something more profound than I have the words to explain, I will share what Heather over at Blessed Little Nest recently shared. Which was originally shared here. {Confused yet?}
"Comparison is the thief of joy"
Oh.my.word.
It SO is, isn't it??
With that in mind, go forth. Be happy. Be YOU! You is good. Real good. ♥
February 24, 2011
This is the way we pass the time...
Tink has been working hard on her potty training, and she's been showing off her skills while she, er, works hard at potty training. Here's part I:
February 23, 2011
What Moving Day Looked Like...
... for those of us who did none of the moving:
As I previously announced, my parents moved out of our house Sunday... after living with us for 16 months. Crazy, huh? My number one goal was to get the girls out of the house and stay out of every one's hair. So, we woke up, I cooked a yummy breakfast of quiche and orange rolls, and the girls and I took off.
The weather was gorgeous! Incredibly windy, but temperatures rose to about 75 degrees... holla! Our first stop was Eastborough Park- I knew I wanted to get some nice pictures of Tink to commemorate 2.5 years, and this park offers great photo ops plus a really nice playground. The insane gusts of wind really prevented a quality photo shoot, but we managed. Albeit without much eye contact, for fear of our eyeballs drying out on the spot. Just sayin'...
I took a few of the girls checking out the ducks, too:
And being silly Sassys and loving sissies:
Seriously, the wind was bad, friends. Look at Sassy's hair!
Speaking of Sassy's hair, she has proclaimed that she wants to let it grow out for the summer so that she can wear it up. Fine. But, I will so, so miss her little bob. And, right now, it's in one of (surely) many in-between stages that are no fun!
Once I was through with my feeble photography attempts for the day, I let them loose towards the playground. They were pretty pumped. I envisioned spending hours there...
I followed Tink closely (she is my child that will just step off 8-foot-high platforms, just because)...
The girls whizzed down the slide a few times, and then it happened. Sassy injured herself. I didn't completely see what happened, I just stumbled upon a screaming, sobbing heap of little girl next to a metal climbing apparatus. I thought she had fallen, but later learned that she hadn't been paying attention to where she was going and ran smack into the climbing toy, which subsequently rejected her by throwing her backwards a few feet. She had a pretty small goose egg on her right eyebrow area, and she was so done playing at the park. I had to come up with a quick plan B...
The mall had just opened for the day, so we jetted over there and visited Build-A-Bear. I allowed the girl to each choose an animal to make that would live at Nana and Graycop's new home, figuring it might help with the transition a bit.
The girls found these shaggy pink & purple dogs that they fell in love with. Sassy really wanted the purple, but the only one left was the display, so the lady unstuffed it for us so she could re stuff it. HA!
Sassy stuffed with care while Tink waited patiently for her turn...
Then Tink stuffed hers until it was just fluffy and squishy enough...
Sassy named her purple puppy Diamond and Tink (with help from Mom) named her pink puppy Peony. Fun times!
After Build-A-Bear, we left the mall and headed to the movie shower to see Gnomeo & Juliet. It was OK. There were a few laughs for Mom, and I enjoyed the Elton John music, but I was a little disappointed. Let's put it this way- it was no Pixar or Disney movie.
After the movie, we shared a very late lunch at Noodles & Co. I love taking the girls there because the three of us can share 1 bowl and have plenty in our tummies- it's a cheap date!
Finally, it was time to venture back down south of Wichita and begin settling back in as a family of four...
As I previously announced, my parents moved out of our house Sunday... after living with us for 16 months. Crazy, huh? My number one goal was to get the girls out of the house and stay out of every one's hair. So, we woke up, I cooked a yummy breakfast of quiche and orange rolls, and the girls and I took off.
The weather was gorgeous! Incredibly windy, but temperatures rose to about 75 degrees... holla! Our first stop was Eastborough Park- I knew I wanted to get some nice pictures of Tink to commemorate 2.5 years, and this park offers great photo ops plus a really nice playground. The insane gusts of wind really prevented a quality photo shoot, but we managed. Albeit without much eye contact, for fear of our eyeballs drying out on the spot. Just sayin'...
I took a few of the girls checking out the ducks, too:
And being silly Sassys and loving sissies:
Seriously, the wind was bad, friends. Look at Sassy's hair!
Speaking of Sassy's hair, she has proclaimed that she wants to let it grow out for the summer so that she can wear it up. Fine. But, I will so, so miss her little bob. And, right now, it's in one of (surely) many in-between stages that are no fun!
Once I was through with my feeble photography attempts for the day, I let them loose towards the playground. They were pretty pumped. I envisioned spending hours there...
I followed Tink closely (she is my child that will just step off 8-foot-high platforms, just because)...
The girls whizzed down the slide a few times, and then it happened. Sassy injured herself. I didn't completely see what happened, I just stumbled upon a screaming, sobbing heap of little girl next to a metal climbing apparatus. I thought she had fallen, but later learned that she hadn't been paying attention to where she was going and ran smack into the climbing toy, which subsequently rejected her by throwing her backwards a few feet. She had a pretty small goose egg on her right eyebrow area, and she was so done playing at the park. I had to come up with a quick plan B...
The mall had just opened for the day, so we jetted over there and visited Build-A-Bear. I allowed the girl to each choose an animal to make that would live at Nana and Graycop's new home, figuring it might help with the transition a bit.
The girls found these shaggy pink & purple dogs that they fell in love with. Sassy really wanted the purple, but the only one left was the display, so the lady unstuffed it for us so she could re stuff it. HA!
Sassy stuffed with care while Tink waited patiently for her turn...
Then Tink stuffed hers until it was just fluffy and squishy enough...
Sassy named her purple puppy Diamond and Tink (with help from Mom) named her pink puppy Peony. Fun times!
After Build-A-Bear, we left the mall and headed to the movie shower to see Gnomeo & Juliet. It was OK. There were a few laughs for Mom, and I enjoyed the Elton John music, but I was a little disappointed. Let's put it this way- it was no Pixar or Disney movie.
After the movie, we shared a very late lunch at Noodles & Co. I love taking the girls there because the three of us can share 1 bowl and have plenty in our tummies- it's a cheap date!
Finally, it was time to venture back down south of Wichita and begin settling back in as a family of four...
February 22, 2011
914.
914 days we have spent with you.
130 weeks to get to know you in and out.
30 lovely months to soak in the joy you exude each day.
2.5 years old.
oh my.
130 weeks to get to know you in and out.
30 lovely months to soak in the joy you exude each day.
2.5 years old.
oh my.
Here are your 2.5 year stats, Miss Tink:
Weight: 30 lb. 1 oz. (53rd percentile)
Height: 36.25 inches (81st percentile)
Head Circumference: 50 cm (90th percentile)
You are doing very well! You can sing your ABC's and count to 15 all by yourself. You love to sing Twinkle, Twinkle Little Star, Row, Row Row Your Boat, 5 Little Monkeys Jumping on the Bed, and Don't Stop Believing. You are working hard on your colors- they have proven to be a bit of a challenge for you. Right now, your favorite color is orange. You love it when Sassy helps you practice your colors.
Your very favorite thing to do right now is play dwess-up and be a pwetty pwincess! You just love the dress-up clothes you got from Auntie Kelli and Uncle Randy for Christmas, and you love very much having your own dress-up things! You love when we put the Ipod on in the front room so that you can twirl and dance in your dress-up clothes to the music!
You are a very polite little girl. You always say please and excuse me, and you are quick to gush with an, "ohfankyoumama" anytime someone gives you something or does something for you. It's the cutest thing ever!
You're biggest aspiration in life right now is to go to dance cwass. Apparently, dance cwass is what all the cool kids are doing. You like it when Mommy lets you wear your tutu to Sassy's dance class, and you watch through the window, sometimes even imitating the steps the other girls do, especially when it's the big girls.
One of your newest rituals is wanting to way in mama's bed before bed time. I think it's because you see Sassy in Mama's bed some of the time, and you don't want to miss out on anything. We lay and cuddle and read books, or if you get your way, sometimes we watch TV for a few minutes. The funniest part is that when you've had enough, you've had enough. You'll tell me all done mama, my cwib. Oh, and you are just about ready for a big girl bed. Mommy can't wait to start decorating your new room!
You are very used to getting water at home, so anytime you get to have a little something else, it's always apple juice. Apple juice is apple juice. Gatorade is apple juice. Sprite is apple juice. So cute!
You have the cutest array of facial expressions. Ever.
You are so full of energy and light. You do not enjoy sitting still for very long. You kind of remind me of Tigger- always bouncing from one place to the next, giggling along the way. What a fun way to be!
Your little cherub cheeks make your profile yummy. So, so yummy!
You are a silly little thing. Recently, you have made up your own language with nicknames for everything. It's as if you're speaking pig latin or something- A-da, Ba-da, Pa-da. They all mean different things. You know the real words for things, but you think this way is way more fun!
Did I mention you have the most scrumptious little feet that I've ever seen?
Here are some of your favorites:
Favorite food: macawoni, cereal, crackers, blueberries, cheese
Favorite drink: apple juice
Favorite book: Any potty book
Favorite princess: Awiel
Favorite color: Orange
Favorite TV Show: Franklin
Speaking of the potty, you are doing awesome with your potty training! You are wearing panties most of the time, and you have had a very small number of accidents. Recently, we've been venturing to the store or small car trips without your diaper, and you've done GREAT! What a big girl you are!
You are a natural beauty- your smile lights up a room and your eyes are something else. You get so, so many compliments on your eyes, sweetie. You are a very pretty little girl.
More importantly, you are a beautiful girl on the inside. You are really starting to care about how other people feel and you want your friends and family to be happy. You are becoming more considerate and polite, and that makes Mom and Dad very proud. We want you to be a good friend and the best little girl you can be!
The world is at your fingertips, Missy. Anything you can dream, you can be. We have a lot of big dreams for you, and you have great potential to do great things if you just try your best!
You can still be our little stink-eye sweetie, because that's what makes you you...
...as long as there are plenty of laughs and smiles in between.
Happy 2 1/2, baby girl. ♥
February 21, 2011
Randomly Random Randoms.
I feel as though I've left my brain in San Francisco. Wait, I haven't been to San Francisco in 13 years. We may be in trouble, friends...
While I attempt to locate the functioning portion of my prefrontal cortex, please enjoy these random ramblings:
1. This weekendis was moving weekend. That's right, my friends... my parents are moving have moved on to greener pastures smaller living quarters. We are all pretty excited. Well, expect for the girls. Especially Sassy. This move is going to be hard on her. They've been her for 16 months, after all. Good thing they are moving a mere 1.96 mils away. I am trying to think of fun, inexpensive things to do with the girls Saturday and Sunday to keep the three of us out of the house and out of the way. Any suggestions? Nevermind.
2. My February book goal is not going well. I really want to read Ape House, I do. I have to admit it, though... I have not started it yet. Bad Heather. I still plan to read it, and I still plan to follow the discussion questions here. I'll just be running behind. My excuse: Netflix. More specifically, The Secret Life of the American Teenager. I started watching it on a whim a couple of weeks ago, and I have managed to plow through39 43 57 episodes (so far). I'm so ashamed. (Can you tell this post has been a work in progress for a while?)
3. Lynzee recently introduced me to the website Skinny Taste for healthy recipes. Best.thing.EVER.
4. Sassy and I have been stalking Walmart & Target for the new Monster High dolls since they were announced. It is getting really old. We discovered a new cardboard Monster High display at Target yesterday (still empty), so we are hoping they will emerge soon. Sassy is pretty much over the moon. If any of you happen to frequent the toy aisles and spot Spectra Vondergeist, Abbey Bominable, or Operetta (likely not coming out in this wave, but just in case), snatch them for us!!! Pu-leeeeze! I will pay you back and then some... promise. And, yes, we are entirely way too knowledgeable about Monster High. It's definitely the newest obsession around here, and it seems to be sticking like super glue...
5. Yesterday, it was 76 degrees outside. This morning, it was 24 degrees outside. Only in Kansas.
6. Friday night, a couple of friends and I braved the Gymboree blowout sale. I may or may not have braved a hundred women rummaging haplessly through disorganized boxes of clothing and then proceeded to stand in line for 90+ minutes to purchase said clothing. What is the matter with me, seriously? Don't answer that.
7. I feel the urgent need to dispel the contents of multiple cans of Lysol all over these living quarters. STAT. Will the sickness never end?
8. I haven't been on a real computer for days. I have 8757 blog posts to catch up on. Sorry if I've been MIA on commenting. ♥ you all!
Well, that about sums up the {entire} contents of my brain at this time. Toodles, peeps. A lovely Monday to you all!
While I attempt to locate the functioning portion of my prefrontal cortex, please enjoy these random ramblings:
1. This weekend
2. My February book goal is not going well. I really want to read Ape House, I do. I have to admit it, though... I have not started it yet. Bad Heather. I still plan to read it, and I still plan to follow the discussion questions here. I'll just be running behind. My excuse: Netflix. More specifically, The Secret Life of the American Teenager. I started watching it on a whim a couple of weeks ago, and I have managed to plow through
3. Lynzee recently introduced me to the website Skinny Taste for healthy recipes. Best.thing.EVER.
4. Sassy and I have been stalking Walmart & Target for the new Monster High dolls since they were announced. It is getting really old. We discovered a new cardboard Monster High display at Target yesterday (still empty), so we are hoping they will emerge soon. Sassy is pretty much over the moon. If any of you happen to frequent the toy aisles and spot Spectra Vondergeist, Abbey Bominable, or Operetta (likely not coming out in this wave, but just in case), snatch them for us!!! Pu-leeeeze! I will pay you back and then some... promise. And, yes, we are entirely way too knowledgeable about Monster High. It's definitely the newest obsession around here, and it seems to be sticking like super glue...
5. Yesterday, it was 76 degrees outside. This morning, it was 24 degrees outside. Only in Kansas.
6. Friday night, a couple of friends and I braved the Gymboree blowout sale. I may or may not have braved a hundred women rummaging haplessly through disorganized boxes of clothing and then proceeded to stand in line for 90+ minutes to purchase said clothing. What is the matter with me, seriously? Don't answer that.
7. I feel the urgent need to dispel the contents of multiple cans of Lysol all over these living quarters. STAT. Will the sickness never end?
8. I haven't been on a real computer for days. I have 8757 blog posts to catch up on. Sorry if I've been MIA on commenting. ♥ you all!
Well, that about sums up the {entire} contents of my brain at this time. Toodles, peeps. A lovely Monday to you all!
February 18, 2011
February 17, 2011
Spritely on Super Bowl Sunday...
I have a mini conference in west Wichita and a day full of work, so I thought I'd share some pictures from a couple of weeks back... back when everyone was healthy. Oh, those were the days!
My Sassy girl... what can I say?
She is a spirited little thing. She has her own sense of style. So, really, it comes as no surprise that on the morning of the Super Bowl, she skipped out of her bedroom wearing her Pocahontas dress and boots, purple fairy wings, 2 giant hair bows affixed to the top of her head, and various baubles dangling from as many appendages.
She looked fancy.
Which is why I totally encouraged her to rock the look all day...
...even during our trip to Dillons. Which, by the way, it is my personal observation that Super Bowl Sunday is the craziest day of all to go grocery shopping. Christmas Eve? Day before Thanksgiving? Fuggetaboutit. Super Bowl Sunday is the real deal. Just sayin'...
Sassy, may you never lose the spirit and joy in your heart!
...EVER. Even when you are a teenager. The end.
My Sassy girl... what can I say?
She is a spirited little thing. She has her own sense of style. So, really, it comes as no surprise that on the morning of the Super Bowl, she skipped out of her bedroom wearing her Pocahontas dress and boots, purple fairy wings, 2 giant hair bows affixed to the top of her head, and various baubles dangling from as many appendages.
She looked fancy.
Which is why I totally encouraged her to rock the look all day...
...even during our trip to Dillons. Which, by the way, it is my personal observation that Super Bowl Sunday is the craziest day of all to go grocery shopping. Christmas Eve? Day before Thanksgiving? Fuggetaboutit. Super Bowl Sunday is the real deal. Just sayin'...
Sassy, may you never lose the spirit and joy in your heart!
...EVER. Even when you are a teenager. The end.
February 16, 2011
Valentine's Day or Bust...
My Valentine's Day began at 2:24 AM, when I was jolted into awakeness after my sweet Sassy girl came barreling into our bedroom gasping for breath. While sparing you multiple horrifying details, let me just say that that is no way for anyone to be woken. Ever.
Sassy scared the hell out of me, quite frankly. I was fully prepared to take her to the emergency room. She had never struggled to breath like that before. Tyler managed to calm me down, as only he can do in situations like these, and we did what we needed to do to get her upright, comfortable, calm, and breathing more normally. We even managed a few additional hours of sleep.
Come morning, Tyler left for work as usual, and the girls and I tried to make sense of the rest of our day. Sassy knew immediately that she was going to be unable to go to school that afternoon, and she was horribly upset. Devastated, really. In the mind of a four-year-old, missing your Valentine's Day party is about as bad as news gets, I suppose.
We hung out in pajamas for a while, but had to get dressed before Sassy's 11:00 doctor's appointment. She was fully aware that she was not going to be going to school, but asked if she could wear her "party outfit" anyway. Who was I to deny her? She got all dolled up, but even her beautiful little outfit couldn't make her glassy eyes look bright. She wanted to take a few pictures, so I did, knowing that she was not really in the mood. We had talked the day prior about taking pictures in their new Valentine's outfits, so they were both excited to do so.
I still thought she looked beautiful, but she was definitely missing a bit of her sparkle...
She did enjoy modeling her newest headband from JillyBean Designs...
And, to the doctor we went. We narrowly avoided having to do breathing treatments with Miss Sassy, with her O2 sats hanging at 92 for a while. Finally, they perked up to the 96-97 range, and we were sent on our way with a script for an oral steroid and the usual croup list-of-things-to-do. Here's my pretty girl waiting at the docs office (via cell) rather than her classroom party. Sad face.
The last thing I wanted was to make Sassy more upset, so I fibbed to her. Bad mommy. I told her I had a visit for work, but really I had to go to her preschool anyway and serve my head room mom duties. I helped her into some comfy clothes, gave the girls a small lunch, and headed out.
Cupcakes needed to be served. Crafts needed to be made. Goody bags needed to be handed out...
The one positive thing was that I was able to "swing by" Sassy's classroom (or so I told her... am I horrible or what??) and pick up her Valentine's to bring her home. That definitely got a big smile out of her!
After nap, Tink was ready to go outside and take her Vayenton pictures...
She was so sick of being cooped up in the house all day- she spent a good five minutes letting her little legs dangle and sway.
Isn't she just the cutest little munchkin?
She looked so cute in her new hair clip by Phinnie & Pais- we love it, Stephanie!!
I had a little of that same fabric left over from the coffee cozies, so I made Tink a little heart shirt to wear.
Don't you just love the many facial expressions of Tink? As challenging as she can be at times, she truly is my little joy bubble!
I heart this girl:
So, yeah... our Valentine's Day wasn't all it was cracked up to be. But, in the end, I spent lots of time with my three Valentine's, so all was well this year!
Oh, and now you know why my girls are wearing Christmas shirts in their Valentine's Day picture. Just in case you were convinced I had lost my mind...
Sassy scared the hell out of me, quite frankly. I was fully prepared to take her to the emergency room. She had never struggled to breath like that before. Tyler managed to calm me down, as only he can do in situations like these, and we did what we needed to do to get her upright, comfortable, calm, and breathing more normally. We even managed a few additional hours of sleep.
Come morning, Tyler left for work as usual, and the girls and I tried to make sense of the rest of our day. Sassy knew immediately that she was going to be unable to go to school that afternoon, and she was horribly upset. Devastated, really. In the mind of a four-year-old, missing your Valentine's Day party is about as bad as news gets, I suppose.
We hung out in pajamas for a while, but had to get dressed before Sassy's 11:00 doctor's appointment. She was fully aware that she was not going to be going to school, but asked if she could wear her "party outfit" anyway. Who was I to deny her? She got all dolled up, but even her beautiful little outfit couldn't make her glassy eyes look bright. She wanted to take a few pictures, so I did, knowing that she was not really in the mood. We had talked the day prior about taking pictures in their new Valentine's outfits, so they were both excited to do so.
I still thought she looked beautiful, but she was definitely missing a bit of her sparkle...
She did enjoy modeling her newest headband from JillyBean Designs...
And, to the doctor we went. We narrowly avoided having to do breathing treatments with Miss Sassy, with her O2 sats hanging at 92 for a while. Finally, they perked up to the 96-97 range, and we were sent on our way with a script for an oral steroid and the usual croup list-of-things-to-do. Here's my pretty girl waiting at the docs office (via cell) rather than her classroom party. Sad face.
The last thing I wanted was to make Sassy more upset, so I fibbed to her. Bad mommy. I told her I had a visit for work, but really I had to go to her preschool anyway and serve my head room mom duties. I helped her into some comfy clothes, gave the girls a small lunch, and headed out.
Cupcakes needed to be served. Crafts needed to be made. Goody bags needed to be handed out...
The one positive thing was that I was able to "swing by" Sassy's classroom (or so I told her... am I horrible or what??) and pick up her Valentine's to bring her home. That definitely got a big smile out of her!
After nap, Tink was ready to go outside and take her Vayenton pictures...
She was so sick of being cooped up in the house all day- she spent a good five minutes letting her little legs dangle and sway.
Isn't she just the cutest little munchkin?
She looked so cute in her new hair clip by Phinnie & Pais- we love it, Stephanie!!
I had a little of that same fabric left over from the coffee cozies, so I made Tink a little heart shirt to wear.
Don't you just love the many facial expressions of Tink? As challenging as she can be at times, she truly is my little joy bubble!
I heart this girl:
So, yeah... our Valentine's Day wasn't all it was cracked up to be. But, in the end, I spent lots of time with my three Valentine's, so all was well this year!
Oh, and now you know why my girls are wearing Christmas shirts in their Valentine's Day picture. Just in case you were convinced I had lost my mind...
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