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sand between my toes grows and grows…

we all know that everyone of us has been to the BEACH at least once in our lifetime. i grew up traveling to the Florida beaches every summer as a child. i remember the long car rides, the stops at the gas stations, picking up a bag of white cheddar smartfood popcorn, a soda and a pouch of big league chewing gum. and then when we finally made it to the strip, we’d roll the windows down, and take in the the salty smell of the ocean water and listen to the waves crashing onto the sand. what i wouldn’t give to be a child just one more time, to enjoy the beach as i did when i was little. it was magical.

mush. mush. mush…..you’re clear. it’s all over. now to discuss the photo of yours truly packed deep in the sand. this picture was taken a few years ago, when my hibby and i took our four girls to the beach. our children’s ages were 7, 6, 3, and 8 months. well, as a mommy i was overly protective of our tiny tot who i kept clear from the sun as much as possible. what am i talking about? i’m still an overly protective boundary making mommy and i’m sure i always will be! my hibby and met his parents down at the beach house that year and so they packed up and lugged to the beach with us that day. we were covered from head to toe in sunscreen. we had tents. umbrellas. coolers packed with ice cold waters and juice pouches. beach towels. and of course sand toys galore. we had a blast.  it was everything to see my little spawns splashing in the water and digging in the sand. i had given our tiny tot to my mother in law so i could play freely in the sand with my three year old. meanwhile my hibby took the older two to splish and splash in the crashing waves. fun right! of course. what i was not expecting was a full on body bury by my underestimated three year old. i mean look…can you believe that a three year old could man handle that sand the way she did? me neither! but it’s true. i was trapped and in my entrapping, i had the most fun…just like i was when i was a little girl myself.

we haven’t been to the beach in a few years as a family. so i am geared up in my cozy slippers, my house robe, and stripped beanie, just basking in the vision of the hot sunny beach that awaits us this summer. this time however….i think i may sneak a sand dig on all the kids myself! i can’t wait and i’ll be sure share with you all too.

-heather

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have you looked under your oven recently? i have and guess what i found…

let me start out by saying…I LOVE TO COOK. there i said it. it’s in the open for the universe to see and know that even when it’s 6 o’clock and i’m tormenting my family because i have to cook dinner….i’m secretly reveling in my awesomeness. that’s right, i am the next top mom chef. lies? no. i don’t think so. more like the secret truth behind the the story of heather, super hero at heart.

what’s with my ranting about my awesome cooking skills? sit down and i’ll tell you. see unlike many of you, i hold the world record for “losing” food under the …..dunn…dunn…dunn…OVEN! shh…..the oven people might hear, so try and contain the excitement for what i am about to speak of.

so i’m cooking. in my groove and doing my thing. and then BHAM, a brussel sprout drops to the floor and what does it do? it rolls. that’s right. it rolls right under the oven of all places. gone. haha. i think to myself….”i can save you brussel sprout”. so i set my bamboo spatula down on the counter and take the all mighty four legged I lost something position. but much to my disbelief, the under oven is CLEAN and free of any brussel spout waiting to be saved and fed to the dog. it’s just as if it had never dropped and rolled under the oven at all. oh man. so i think “boy am i going to have a toot of a brussel sprout stinking up my kitchen next week”. but no. no stinky smell. no brussel sprout. because the oven people captured the dropped brussel sprout and took it away for their people of the oven feast. it’s not just the brussel sprout. it’s all things. they stop at nothing to eat the rolling goods.

i have oven people living under my oven, capturing and eating the food that drops and rolls underneath. i bet you do too. so….what may i ask has rolled under your oven recently?

-heather

what's under your oven?

what’s under your oven?

what a mom is on a weekly basis…

a mom's week

a mom’s week

okay, so i have four amazingly beautiful, different, stubborn and talented little girls; ages 5 – 12. HANDFUL? why of course they are! would i change it for anything in the entire world? NO WAY! would i like to jump off a bridge onto a fluffy cloud of absolute serenity? SOMETIMES. as many of you who are reading this, know, MOMS DO A LOT. i can vouch for dads too, but since i am a mother and not a father – i come on a LOTTLE (not a little but a little bit of a lot)….a LOTTLE biased about who does a heavier load around the home front.

yes..yes..yes….i am an avid appreciator of my dear loving and hard working hibby(husband) for working as hard as he does. i do love him to the end of the earth and we both have unconditional love like no other. even with unconditional love and appreciation; there is still room for feeling like a cup runneth over without an inch down time to put yourself back into “heather reality”. i stay at home and handle most if not all of the daily household and family duties and i also run my own photography business. i love my work. i love being able to be home with my kids when they are feeling under the weather. i love seeing their faces when they walk through the door from a long day at school. i love the light in their smile when they see me in carpool line. i love hugging my hibby tight when he get home. i love all of it. i have been very blessed to have the opportunity to be apart of my children’s lives and make a living at the same time.

the only fall back is that sometimes, not always, but at least twice a year i get the itch that i can’t find to scratch. i can tell ya where it itches, but there just does NOT seem enough scratching power to calm it down right away. sooooo…..it got my frenzied brain on the go go go and i came up with what i am on a weekly basis to my family. anyone else feel this way too? feel free to share!

perhaps…..’tis the time for some scratching ‘-)