alright, i know….the pain has been almost unbearable and i’m sorry – i miss you too. i have not run away; i’ve been super sick. it sucks, i do realize this. especially when i have been coughing my frenzied brain off for two weeks now while taking care of a house full of hungry children, a tall husband and two dogs!! i am however on the mend of healthy so i wanted to tell you all that i have my little red book ready with tons of cough syrup induced blog post ideas that i cannot wait to share with you all. happy wednesday everyone!
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.
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?
yes yes yes – – we are all on board with the MUSTACHE, well i am and if you aren’t then i think you will be after seeing my ultra entertaining photos. so, not too long ago i did a photo booth party where i had MUSTACHE props and we had the best time! in my opinion children with MUSTACHES are way more cuter than adults with MUSTACHES. agree with me? i thought you would. due to my over pouring humor, i have taken time to add a tiny MUSTACHE to a few of the adorable little faces i’ve photographed recently (remember the i am a photographer part) and i think you should try it too. i have provided a mustache.png you can save and use on your own photos!!! i’d love to see your own MUSTACHE funnies.
so i mustache you a question….will you mustache someone too???
there are times, like just 10 minutes ago, when i wanted to PULL OUT MY HAIR. see my husband and i have been together for going on seven years now and the people of the quotes are correct when they say “opposites attract”. he and i have very similar personalities, however our interests are indifferent and varied. here is a scenario of a typical adult conversation between he and I when the children are appeased with something or sleeping:
(tiny back story – – my husband reads and researches everything and anything intellectual – – everyday and i like to read up on word definitions and pinterest boards :))
him: hey honey, check this out
him: did you know…
me: (that’s when I start to drift away)
him: did you know that there is such thing as Chicken
me: oh yeah? i’m hungry. let’s have some chicken
him: (he rolls his eyes and continues reading)
me: i’m kidding, i’m kidding.
him: so, Chicken Qabalah in this article i read says……
me: (i look over at him and focus on his mouth. you can
see a faint smile while he’s reading. that makes me
happy. and i continue to listen to his babble)
him: “reading reading”…………….and there you have it.
me: awesome. chicken.
*it makes me want to listen because it makes him happy and that’s what it’s all about*