2.28.2012
2.26.2012
This really got to me today...
A favorite Joni Mitchell song of mine. This rendition, got me deep. <3 Nicole
2.22.2012
MY BEAUTIFUL GIRLS
My eldest. Captive in her thoughts. Drawn to the imaginary world. Sensitive to the world. Delicate as a flower. Prances happily. Cries tragically. Loves LARGE AND FULL. Never forgets. Sings to herself. Has a depth in her eyes that spans many lives. Appreciative and grateful, always. Everyday is a fashion show/art show. Likes to live life as a play-- creating roles for herself and everyone else (she even tells me my lines). Dramatic little bud, growing into a little bedazzling lady. She's amazing. (4 years old)
Precise. Quiet schemer. Face to face huger(cheek to cheek smashing). Mechanical mind. Nurturer. Motivated and determined. Climber. A true kind heart. Gives out pity pats in other's grief, without a thought. Runs to hug and wraps her legs around my tummy like a monkey. Growls like a tiger. Dances to the beat and mimics dance moves perfectly. Natural rhythm. Tickling cures her sadness instantly. Blanket goes everywhere-- a ritual twirl in the fist and in the mouth, the other hand gently rubs the silky end on her face. When she's really happy she scrunches her nose and makes the funniest sound-- something like a squeal/whine hybrid sound. She peers right through your soul and sees YOU, and LOVES YOU. (19 months)
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Personal Tid Bits:
Last night I realized there was definitely a God. A force of LOVE that we try to mimic as much as possible in our imperfect lives. When either of my little girls is going through a rough patch of change, I want to fix it, fix it perfectly-- quell their pain. I can't gather enough perfect by myself, and they know that I Try and my intentions are always good, but then I find myself in an inadvertent prayer, pleading for the ability to know what to do and how to do it right. I am at an alter, in my bed, crying in the pillow, exalting to a perfect love? I need help and the only thing I feel instinctively, is there is a source of this perfect love, that'll intercept and comfort me, and give me the patience, strength, and the ability to understand how to be in certain instances. The void is there, the faith is there, and that is the schematic of prayer I Think. I look back on my prayers and feel in the times that I was fully in the prayer, giving it all up to the perfect love: God, I quickly am at peace. I decided I can't be the best parent without God's guidance. xo, Nicole
2.20.2012
Spring: Color Blocking
I am hopping on the Color Blocking trend, that is heavily saturating the stores, with this cute, cute, cute, tote! It's soft suppleness, tends to make you forget that it's not actually leather, and to some that's a good thing. I adhere to the minimalist fervor, this color blocking philosophy elicits. Plus, this is a clearance item-- I know, what? ($17.99). I have links above, but I just walked into my local Old Navy and purchased it a few days ago. Think: Book bag, Mommy Bag, Beach Bag, Camp Bag, Art supply Bag, Bag Bag (haha!).
The wallet was sitting right under the purse. I was instantly drawn to the textile whimsy and that it was canvas (makes me dream of Spring-time). As a seasonal, or all around wallet trade-in, this is dynamite! (is that a little too wacky of an adjective to use for a wallet?)
What are some of your favorite Spring Trends?
2.15.2012
30th Birthday: Feb. 10,2012
Flowers from my husband with a card that read, "Happy 29th." Funny, real funny. We all know I am repeating my 29th birthday from here on out.
Cupcakes, also from my husband. I love cupcakes for any reason what-so-ever. Nom. Nom.
A long table filled with my Marietta friends and their accompanying dates and poisons.
This is my birthday meal I decided to order: Lobster Linguine. It looks splendid as a picture, but honestly it failed. The Lobster was imitation (what do I expect in Ohio), but what got me down was that it was cold. Warm noodles, cold Lobster, untorn at that, eh, kinda gross. O well.
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None of the drinks and food mattered anyway, just side items to a great night out with friends. I got exactly what I wanted, a gathering of friends and laughing. We even muscled through a band that was pretentiously described as being almost every influence and genre in the book and that's what they sounded like: muddled rock that vibrated our skulls. We migrated to another bar/eatery in Marietta. Much better. Light and bright, acoustic guitar playing, and a Birthday mixed drink that tasted like a watermelon Jolly Rancher, in other words, probably really heavy on the liquor. I am a woos. I drank 1/4 of it before, Jill, a new fun friend, brought me over a shot. I am a woos again, and only managed to drink half. In all honesty, liquor makes me feel like a train wreck, and having to get up with my kiddos the next day and try to be competent, not worth it. So, I finished the evening, baby sipping a Michelob Ultra (my favorite beer, because it doesn't taste too much like beer or anything). I could tell I was getting to my unflattering stage, past the funny ice-breaking rambles, into the slowly rotting tired brain nonsense: enter comment about the weather here, for example. My friend Julia dropped me off. I was happy as a clam and drunk as a skunk. Good times.
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