Monday, May 27, 2013

week 21 in pictures

there is not a lot of variety in this week’s pictures. the biggest excitement came in the form of my long awaited clothesline.

sunday: first load hung up!143

monday: basketball hoop propping up the saggy line in the middle.2013-05-281

tuesday: micah, demonstrating what he does as the “light helper” at preschool when that’s his job. he also has to check and make sure the bathroom lights are out when they leave the room.002

wednesday: not related to the clothesline, but following the same theme… year-round, we have a lot of cycling/workout clothes that must be line dried. we’ve had a couple of different contraptions that we’ve used to accomplish this, but I suggested that we install a closet rod on the wall next to the washer so it would be handy, high enough off the ground to be out of the way, and permanent. 008

thursday: rainy track meet. layla and micah huddled under the umbrella in the bleachers and ate snacks.022

friday: another clothesline shot. sorry. I’m sort of obsessed. the novelty is sure to wear off eventually, right?004

saturday: layla went to a roller skating birthday party and opted to rent roller blades this time instead of quads. it seems the birthday girl had told her ahead of time that she should wear white because it will glow under the rink’s black lights. she wanted white from head to toe, and thought she couldn’t wear a shirt with any printing on it. I assured here it would be okay. the most white we could come up with was a mostly white shirt and a skirt with white tights. apparently she glowed just fine and was quite pleased with her outfit. (side note: I just love that this rink has figures drawn on the wood. I never really thought about roller skaters doing figures, but ice skaters certainly did (sadly, no longer). of course, most skating rinks are shared with hockey players, and the hockey markings seem to always be there under the ice. also, because every level had different figures associated with it and the size of your figures was related to your height, you couldn’t just have them painted on. we all had our own scribes which scratched the circles into the ice. and then there was the ‘loop’ tracer (see the loop [curlicue] at the top of the figure?) which you would trace with a marker. oh wow… that was an odd and unexpected trip down memory lane. I really hope there are a couple skaters reading this post because everyone else just glazed over. LOL!IMAG0142

and some skinnies: 1) white board drawing layla made of a town she made up called hedge hog valley. 2) I had an enormous pile of ironing to tackle. ginger is such a clingy people dog. she always wants to be where you are, regardless of what you’re doing.

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and I made two big collages of my instagram pics for the week. they didn’t come out square, but I’m going to decide that I don’t care.2013-05-2822013-05-283

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linking up with the mom creative for project life tuesday.


Friday, May 24, 2013


so, I know I haven’t done one of these in a long, long time, but I was suddenly inspired. no idea why…

at any rate, it’s friday, and here are my small squares for the week…



my breakfast. scrambled eggs with ham, kale, and spinach + a delicious smoothie. yum.


daddy got layla pink tulips for her first ballet recital.


post-morning run. ice, coffee, and {not pictured because it didn’t last long enough to get in the picture] bacon. 137

ballet recital take 2. I was the backstage mom this time. OMG. there were 4 different classes of little girls crammed in this tiny dressing room. like 40 girls and 3 moms. FOR THREE HOURS. oy! after it was over, dave and I went out and I had a BIG margarita.


we found this little frog in a bucket in our backyard, so we took him out in the woods where there is some wetland and let him hop away.


monday night, I got to take a free adult jazz class at layla’s dance studio. it was fun, but a bit odd because we had a lot of different skill/experience levels among only 4 students in the class and an inexperienced instructor who seemed a bit baffled with how to handle that situation. at any rate, I dug out my old jazz shoes which were probably purchased when I was in about 9th grade, as evidenced by the size printed on the inside. I do NOT wear size 5 1/2 anymore. thank goodness they’re leather.


the letter you really DON’T want to have come home from school. sigh.


one of my least favorite jobs to deal with. I never want to take it out. maybe I can delegate…


kitty in the window.


I was on the front porch, watching layla at the bus stop across the street waiting for the bus. toby was sitting on the windowsill watching this tiny brown bird which was blatantly hopping around on the ground right in front of the porch. cheeping and peeping and drawing all sorts of attention to itself. what a punk.


something happened to spring. it’s the end of may and my feet are back in my toasty uggs. this is so wrong.


micah loves the “food tables” at costco. we totally hit a home run yesterday because one of them was handing out ice cream samples!


my one and only impulse buy at costco yesterday… we’ll consider it an early father’s day present! so cute, and really, how much longer will she be interested in wearing jammies that say “I love daddy”. but she loves them for now.


a cold, wet, dreary day for a track meet, and shane stays til the very end, helping to clean up. of course he did. first he was pushing around a wheelbarrow, collecting hurdles. then he, and 3 girls, brought in the high jump landing pads. and then this. heaving a stack of chairs back to the cafeteria. that’s my pack mule.


not sure what possessed me, on the 23rd day of the month, to join up with the fat mum slim photo a day challenge. but here it is. interestingly, this is also what I was wearing to pump gas at 7:25am with all the guys in the landscape trucks at the gas station with me… I’m SO awesome.

Monday, May 20, 2013

my clothesline… FINALLY!

people who have known me for a while know that there are certain, random things that I’m totally obsessed with. coffee, bacon, trains, hot air balloons, and… clotheslines.

I first fell in love with clotheslines when dave and I lived in ohio when we were first married. the house we lived in had a pair of metal t-posts in the backyard. you can kind of see them here, in the background behind joe.Picture 144

I immediately became fascinated with them, and dave bought a long line and a pack of clothespins for me at walmart. he strung 4 lines between those two posts, and I obsessively hung out our clothes between may and september. I completely fell in love with it. I would spend hours in the backyard,feeling the warmth and the breeze, smelling the clean clothes, just loving my family and the experience, between sheets and undershirts flapping in the wind.

it was very meditative. very serene. a religious experience of sorts. I felt a bond with my ancestors; women of my family who have been hanging out their families’ washing for generations. there is something so therapeutic about the repetitive action of hanging up clothes.

occasionally, I would forget to take them down at night and they’d just have to stay up the next day, too! since thunderstorms are frequent there, sometimes we’d be out somewhere, and I’d hear thunder rumbling in the distance, on a clear, blue sky day, and I’d remember I had laundry on the line, and I’d have to race the storm home, before my clothes got rained on!

on days when I didn’t have much else going on, it was also a healthy outlet for some OCD tendencies. there were four lines, and there were four of us. so I’d hang each person’s clothes on a different line. (layla was an infant at the time, so usually her line wound up with all the sheets and towels, since here clothes took up the least amount of line real estate.) I’d make my clothespins match. if it took a pair to hang up a shirt, they would both be the same color. yeah, I know. but there are worse ways this could have manifested itself…

when we left ohio, we moved here to the PNW and lived in a condo for 11 months. obviously, no clothesline. I suppose I could have rigged something on the balcony, but instead I bought a couple of accordion folding drying racks that I would line the hall with, and drape our clothes over them. lacking a breeze, this just made the clothes stiff, and the whole experience was a major let down. I missed my clotheslines.

when we moved to our last house, I was hopeful. I kept hinting. nothing happened. we got the dome climber for the kids, and I occasionally took that over on nice days. it wasn’t the same.


and I was prone to fits of jealousy when the weather got nice and friends who did have clotheslines would start using them and post about it.

well, after 7 years of lamenting the loss of my clotheslines, my wonderful husband finally came through! on saturday, he went to the hardware store to grab… uh. I can’t even remember why he went there now. but I got a text from him, asking me to go out and measure the length of the area between the two points I’d envisioned hanging my line.


that afternoon, while I was with layla at her ballet recital, they got it hung up for me.


so of course, the first thing I did sunday morning was to yank all the sheets of the beds and throw them in the washer. because really, the best thing in the world to line dry is sheets.143138

we discovered that our line is so long that it sags in the middle without something to prop it up. eventually, that will be a post of some sort. for now:003

yup, a plastic, fisher-price basketball hoop. classy.


isn’t it wonderful?

I’m so excited that, for the next 4 months, doing laundry will revolve around the weather forecast!


week 20 in pictures

sunday: just a little snuggle w/ my littlest boy and our teddy bears.003

monday: after dinner, shane and micah had some brother bonding time where they disappeared to the play room and proceeded to make an arsenal of tinkertoy weapons. then they spent the next half hour running around the house and through the woods, protecting us from some unknown enemy.079

tuesday: the north side of our driveway. the big rhodies are all in bloom.087

wednesday: dress rehearsal time. first time on the big stage.102

thursday: track meet for shane. the start of the 70m, which he won.117

friday: all ready for the first performance of the ballet recital. since grandma couldn’t come to see it live, we stopped by on the way so she could see her all ready with her costume and hair and makeup done.126

saturday: I volunteered to be the back stage mom for our class for the saturday 3:00 show. wow. we were stuck in a tiny dressing room with 3-4 other classes (depending on who was performing at the time) for 3 hours. at most, there were probably 40 little girls in there with me and a couple other moms. wow. it was hot, stuffy, LOUD, and a little bit crazy. but everyone survived, including me (just barely). 135

and a couple of skinnies for center slots: 1) micah, as a clock. 2) pink tulips from daddy on after friday night’s performance.

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I had quite a few extra pictures this week, so I made 2 big collages2013-05-0212013-05-203

book shots:



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