Thursday, February 9, 2012

***in superhero voice***
"mom, I need one more thing to complete my evil plot- something magnified!"
Me: what's magnified?
"those sticky things on that go on the refrigerator!"

Sent from my iPhone

Tuesday, February 7, 2012

Things I never want to forget about San Diego.

I never want to forget Carter's little sign on his bedroom door, that says "KEEP OUT, except Daddy."

Or the way San Diego has an early spring and an insane amount of wild flowers.

I want to remember the butterfly stickers in Ellie's room, that we 'booped' every night, and sometimes in the morning.

I know when we leave here, we are leaving her crib.  So all those mornings I walk in to find her with her blanket balled up in the corner as a pillow, belly down, dolly in a headlock in her left arm, toes pointed, saying "scratch my back mommy," are coming to an end.  The same way her brother does, she will pop out of bed bright and early, and won't wait for me to wake her up.

I will NEVER forget how Fatima taught me that even at the age of 27, you can make best friends at the playground, just by saying, "hi."

I want to remember tucking Carter in, Blankey laid on his pillow, hugging Dinoco, T-bone at his back- precisely the same way, every night.  By the time we get to HI, the routine will change, I just know it.

I want to remember the random pictures of Chris taped to the bedroom walls, and the sweet way the kids used to kiss them goodnight during the past two years while he was almost never home.

And the cupboard in my kitchen, plastered in stickers that has held up to five children at one time.

I don't want to forget the way a fluffy cloud can remind me that for days and days, I have seen nothing but blue skies.

I don't want to forget how to run.  I want to remember running the trails with Connie, her daughter riding her bike beside us-  I was ready to puke.  We were close to the end, and her daughter was ready to give up, and she grabbed her daughters handle bars, ran beside her dragging her uphill and told her, "we aren't quitters."  People come and go from our lives all the time, and you never really know why you lives cross paths.  I know why God put Connie in my life.

I want to remember Balboa.  I don't know a more beautiful spot to take pictures, walk with friends, play with kids, have coffee.  I could live there, I really could.

I hope I never forget Ellie's pet "speck" that she made when she learned to crawl up the stairs.  That smudge three steps up has been told 'goodnight,' every night, for the past 16 months.  She never forgets her Speck.

I want to see the Rhinoculous and strawberry fields again, of course only if Courtney comes with me.  Every time I see Miss Corney, my abs are sore the next day.  Isn't that the best kind of friend to have?

I want to NEVER forget the YMCA pool, and how much kids sleep after playing in the water.  That pool was the perfect size, the splash area was the most fun, and I spent countless days watching Ellie walk on her tiptoes, nose up trying to keep her head underwater, and not really caring if it goes under anyways.

I want to remember what it feels like to have such close knit friends like this.  I thought I had good friends at home, then I came here.  I said I love pictures, and I had Andrea push me into classes and buy me inspirational books.  Friends inspire you.

California inspires you.

My home where Carter grew from toddler to boy, and Ellie from baby to toddler inspired more smiles then I am ready to forget.

My fearless baby.

This video was taken this morning at the park near our house.  We met with Connie and Emmah, and fed the ducks/geese way too much food. 
On the way back, all the kids lined up on the curb and walked back to the cars as if they were on a tightrope.  I held Emmah's hand, and Connie went to hold Ellie's, "NO!  Ellie do!"  
She fell.  And fell.  And fell some more.  She repeatedly refused help.  It must have taken her twenty-five falls to get herself to the car.  And she got up every time.  And she stepped back on that curb.  Every. Time. 

She drives me crazy, she rarely listens, she cries A LOT, but I know this strong will of hers is going to make her one hell of a woman.

And I am already so proud.

“She had a bottomless well of love for me.” 
― Mitch AlbomFor One More Day

Monday, February 6, 2012

Sunday, February 5, 2012

Day 5

"From a high angle."
Watching Fati search from the pier.

Feb 5th 2012


I can not believe it, but my VERY SWEET friend, Fatima, bought and scheduled a ferry ride to Catalina island for my last day with the hubby before he goes away to school for a few months.  She also babysat the kids the ENTIRE day.
It was a complete surprise that she scheduled with Chris, behind my back, and I was shocked.  I was told to be packed for the next day and was whisked away to this pretty little island like I was in the movies or something.
I don't know how I got so lucky to have her in my life, but I am so grateful that I do.
So here are my favorite shots of that BEAUTIFUL island











Day 4

Something Green

Friday, February 3, 2012

Day 3

Feb 3nd, 2012
Not a cloud in the sky.

(This pic was taken by Fatima Gomez) 

Thursday, February 2, 2012

Wednesday, February 1, 2012

Day 1


I had too much fun with this.  I shouldn't have been lazy, and just got out my flash- but hey, every pic doesn't have to be perfect, as long as we are having fun.  I loved them so much, I made a video.  Because I am cheesy like that...