6/14/11

Anthillvania is the story of the prodigal son told through a group of ants and was the story for the kids ballet performance this year.  It was so wonderful and I loved the story.  My sweet boy was a hopping bumblebee and my darling girl was a seed that grew into a flower.  They were both good.  Mr. Funny was so tired and I could see that there wasn't much bounce in his hop but he did great and had a great time.  Little Miss Chatterbox was amazing.  She dances very well, but she also did a wonderful job acting out her scene.  I was really surprised at how good she was. 

These are photos from the dress rehearsal. 
First up are the flowers waiting quite impatiently to go on stage. 


Here is my son and his future wife.  She is such a funny girl.  
She came up to me before the show and told me a secret, here is the conversation.  

girl: I have to tell you something but you have to promise not to tell ANYONE!
me: (enter fake enthusiasium) alright, what is it? 
girl:  I think i am in love with Mr. Funny (my son) and its just so
riduculous that I don't want anyone to know. (laughing at self)
me: (stiffled laughter) really??!!
girl:  Yes.  okay, i have to go and tell a few more people!


My son's classmates, they are butterflies and so pretty!



My little seed about to sprout.





After the perfomance.






Mr. Funny with his teacher who was so great!

Miss Chatterbox with her wonderful teacher
who is also so wonderful.



Videos from the Dress Rehearsal

These first two are of Mr. Funny and his group of butterflies
He is the first one and will be easy to recognize but I didn't zoom like I meant to so they are farther away.  The second one is just a short one that I was able to zoom in on quickly. 




These next two are of Miss Chatterbox. 
The first one they will be starting out as seeds before sprouting into their dance.
She is the yellow and orange flower in the front row.




These are funny! 
Mr. Funny got a camera from a garage sale and took about 60 pictures backstage so I am posting some for his benefit. 






6/5/11

Where has she gone?  Is she hiding by the river?  Perhaps, somewhere hugging a tree?  Sadly no, she is hiding somewhere in my mind.  I can feel her beating on her metal walls begging to be released not knowing why she has been bound.  How she got there, I do not know.  But soon, I will discover the key and set her free once more. 

5/30/11

My sweet darling baby made us breakfast yesterday. 
Kitty Litter a'la Poo Poo.
We are willing to share.

5/29/11

May the words of my mouth and the meditation of my heart be acceptable to You, Lord, my rock and my Redeemer.

5/28/11

Lifted

The fog is beginning to lift, but only slightly.  Slightly is enough for now though.  It started Wednesday night after I went to my first house church meeting.  I was so intimidated by my surroundings.  The houses in the neighborhood were stunning and huge.  I kept driving looking at house after house thinking that they can't all be this lovely, then I would find another one even nicer than the last one.  When I pulled up to the hosts house, I was speechless and the kids and I just stood there for a moment marveling. The inside was just as amazing as the outside complete with swimming pool, movie theater and a stunning view of the lake.  Everyone was great, funny and they all seemed to get along so well.  Would they like me?  After all, I am a little different.  As the night wore on, I knew that this group would be a good fit for me and it just felt right.  The kids also liked it and now want to come every week.  After the kids were in bed that night, I was reflecting on the night and realized that I was feeling happy.  Whoa, back up!  Where did that come from?  That was the first time in months that I experienced that particular emotion.  I just wanted to hang onto it but sadly, I was back to melancholy the next day.  Friday I woke up and felt a little lighter, still sad but better and as the day wore on I found I could focus and concentrate on the more complicated tasks that I hadn't been able to lately and today, I feel that I can breathe.  I am scared to think that I may be coming out of it because going back in is just intolerable.  I only wish I knew why I sink into these depressive states but for now I am thankful for the good day I had yesterday and will be praying for the good ones to follow.  Thank you Lord for seeing me through each day!

5/20/11

"I'm an optimist. I know being a mom can be messy, but I think moms can be, and deserve to be, happy."
Meagan Francis

Parenting Magazine helped author Meagan Francis put out a book called, "The Happiest Mom".  She gives ten steps to be a happier mom drawing from her own experiences.  Its nothing we haven't heard before but she says everything in such a way that you slap your forehead and say "Duh, why didn't I know that!"  She is funny and charming.  There are tests in each chapter to help figure out where we fall in certain areas, quotes from other moms and tidbits of advice.  Its because of her I have decided to seek medical assistance for my depressive state which I hate but she says that we deserve to be happy and since I'm not most of the time, something has gotta give.  So here is a quick rundown of her book but for the full effect go out and buy it yourself! 

step one - take the easy way out
     i have been trying to make things in my life simpler but i seem to be cutting out some of the things i like to do instead.  crap, time to re-evaluate.

step two - aim low and go slow
     in this chapter you learn techniques to lower your expectations.  if you have been to any of my kids parties, you know that i need to memorize this chapter. 

step three - trust your gut
     i have always been really good about this one also but there is alot of good info that is great for anyone who tends to worry a little too much.  you know who you are. 

step four - keep it real
     this is a big one for me. i miss the old me alot and realized that i have forced myself to push young, fun kathy aside and replaced her with old, fat, cranky mom.  so now i am on a mission to rediscover myself and make sure that i am real with who i am with all my different roles.  my daughter said that she likes my tummy because it makes a good pillow, well its still outta here but she can use it while it lasts.

step five - find your tribe
     i am lucky here because i have a great circle of friends although lately, i haven't been asking for the help i so clearly need.  but i am working on it.  so if you see that i need help, don't be polite to me just tell me what i need and make me do it.

step six - go with the flow
     this is so easy for me.  plans change and so do i.  but if you have trouble rolling with the changes then you better study this one. 

step seven - make your bed
     now we hit a snag.  i am better at making messes than cleaning them up.  this will be hard to do especially when i learned my life lessons from a woman who could be a feature on any hoarder television show. although, i have hired a mother's helper for the summer to help me clean out my house of all the extra stuff that i do not need.  next, i will train the children to clean . . . well, maybe i better send them to another mom for that part.

step eight - have a plan
     another one that i had to read twice.  planning is not my thing but i am going to try for general stuff first and see how i do.  maybe i better read this one again.

step nine - look out for #1
     who is she talking about?  I stay out and look at the sunset when take out the garbage and listen to pink while i wash dishes.  isn't that good enough?  no?  well, i got my work cut out for me. 

step ten - love your love life
     hmmm . . . i will revisit this one after i get on medication because i feel that i judge him too harshly at times.  he really is a great guy.

We can all learn something from this book so go out and buy it, borrow it and then throw some food out for the munchkins, lock the bathroom door and learn something new about you. She also has a blog - thehappiestmom.com for more reading enjoyment.

5/18/11

Faking It

There are days that are good, not necessarily happy, but enjoyable at least.  Then there are the other days.  Sitting in the back doorway with my head leaning against the wall because I can't find enough energy to consider what needs to be done for the children, for the house, for my husband.  Some days I spend fighting the urge to cry.  Its days like this that I practice the fine art of faking it.  I pretend that I am happy and accomplished never acknowledging the word, depressed.  It is not a cure but it usually pulls me up enough to get through another day.  I do this on face book constantly but mostly so I don't end up throwing myself a pity party inviting those I know well and even those I don't know anymore to join in and tell me cliche' advice like, 'just pull yourself out of it' or 'cheer up, tomorrow is another day'.  What do they know?  Apparently, I do a pretty good job on face book.  I just ran into someone that I am casual friends with who said that I was missed but is glad to see I am so happy.  Ha!  If she only knew that I almost started crying when she said that.  But tomorrow is another day and perhaps I will cheer up and pull myself out of it. 

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