An awesome rendition of her daddy that is proudly displayed in his office at work.
Phoebe loves to write and paint her name!
July 28, 2009
How Free Is Three!
Three is a marvelous age! I want to be three. I want to bottle up everything about three (okay, not everything) and take a drink. And mostly, I want to freeze three and keep Phoebe this age for a long, long time. But even if I had the power to freeze time, I would only do it for a short while because it just gets better. It is amazing how quickly kids go from babbling to ridiculously grown-up sentences and thought-provoking questions. I love how Phoebe's artistry has transformed from mere scribble to drawing. Here are a couple of her recent works:
An awesome rendition of her daddy that is proudly displayed in his office at work.
Phoebe loves to write and paint her name!
An awesome rendition of her daddy that is proudly displayed in his office at work.
Phoebe loves to write and paint her name!
July 18, 2009
To Your Health!
With a little push from Xee, I have been inspired to turn this into a regular thing with my new blog-To Your Health. As a busy mommy, I hope to be able to post regularly and keep up with both blogs. It is still in a bit of a rough stage, but if you want more of To Your Health, check it out at www.to-yourhealth.blogspot.com.
July 16, 2009
July 14, 2009
Things I Know
It's my birthday...yeah, yeah, happy birthday to me. And I was thinking about what I have experienced in my life and what I now know to be true in my thirties. There are things I can do now that I couldn't do ten years ago...like non-girl push-ups for instance (flex, flex). And there are things I have experienced that have shaken things up a bit-like having a baby, and losing a parent. Life is constantly changing and I am along for the ride. There is still much to be discovered, but today I am focusing on the important stuff... So here are a few things I know:
Thirty Somethings
1. It is absolutely essential to own a good bra!
2. Same goes for undies...I don't care if you say that you only wear cute and silky (liar), somewhere in your drawer lurks a pair of control-top somethings to help slim and lift you into that special-occasion dress.
3. My current motto-40 is the new 30. I guess that means I am technically in the new 20's.
4. Before I had a baby, I still felt like a girl...now I am a WOMAN.
5. The gravitational pull is getting stronger.
6. Chocolate is the fifth essential food group.
7. The term "raging hormones" doesn't quite mean what it used to.
8. Exercise yields around ten percent improvement and ninety percent maintenance-gravity!
9. I don't pretend to know something I don't, nor do I care that I don't know. Instead of nodding my head and going along, I just admit that I haven't got a clue. (Hey, I spend most of my waking hours with a three-year-old. Who do I need to impress?)
10. It just gets better. Okay, so I have a few battle scars from pregnancy and a little deflation from breastfeeding, but other than that, I think I actually look better in my thirties. I'm healthier. I'm stronger. Marriage is sweeter. Friendships are deeper. Family is cherished. Life is abundant!
Thirty Somethings
1. It is absolutely essential to own a good bra!
2. Same goes for undies...I don't care if you say that you only wear cute and silky (liar), somewhere in your drawer lurks a pair of control-top somethings to help slim and lift you into that special-occasion dress.
3. My current motto-40 is the new 30. I guess that means I am technically in the new 20's.
4. Before I had a baby, I still felt like a girl...now I am a WOMAN.
5. The gravitational pull is getting stronger.
6. Chocolate is the fifth essential food group.
7. The term "raging hormones" doesn't quite mean what it used to.
8. Exercise yields around ten percent improvement and ninety percent maintenance-gravity!
9. I don't pretend to know something I don't, nor do I care that I don't know. Instead of nodding my head and going along, I just admit that I haven't got a clue. (Hey, I spend most of my waking hours with a three-year-old. Who do I need to impress?)
10. It just gets better. Okay, so I have a few battle scars from pregnancy and a little deflation from breastfeeding, but other than that, I think I actually look better in my thirties. I'm healthier. I'm stronger. Marriage is sweeter. Friendships are deeper. Family is cherished. Life is abundant!
July 11, 2009
Island Getaway
Where do you go to get away when you live in beautiful Hawaii?...Beautiful Hawaii, of course! Last month we did a little island-hop over to Maui. The best part about taking a three day trip like this is that we could pack very light and much to Phoebe's excitement, take a plane ride...and to ours, a very short plane ride. Here are a few highlights from our trip.
The view from our room-gorgeous. Every night, we fell asleep to the soothing sounds of waves crashing on the shore.
Time to relax!
Ready for a little crab hunt with Daddy!
Beach babe, digging in the sand.
The crab learned rather quickly that you just don't argue with a three-year-old...and so he gave in and participated in a little pretend play. Here he is driving the mini bulldozer.
A beautiful sunset in front of Mama's Fish House. If you go to Maui, you HAVE to go to Mama's...the setting is lovely and the food is divine!
Phoebe loves to take pictures with our camera. She is actually getting pretty good. One out of ten come out without a blurry shot of her hand in the mix-not a bad shot here of Mommy and Daddy. Yes, Phoebe really took this pic!
Phoebe and Daddy being a little silly.
Family pic just before the sun went down.
Sweet dreams!
Maui Ocean Center
Cool starfish!
A very long day with no nap, Phoebe has a little meltdown.
After it all, she said she needed some "alone time".
Phoebe chills out at the airport before heading home to Oahu.
The view from our room-gorgeous. Every night, we fell asleep to the soothing sounds of waves crashing on the shore.
Time to relax!
Ready for a little crab hunt with Daddy!
Beach babe, digging in the sand.
The crab learned rather quickly that you just don't argue with a three-year-old...and so he gave in and participated in a little pretend play. Here he is driving the mini bulldozer.
A beautiful sunset in front of Mama's Fish House. If you go to Maui, you HAVE to go to Mama's...the setting is lovely and the food is divine!
Phoebe loves to take pictures with our camera. She is actually getting pretty good. One out of ten come out without a blurry shot of her hand in the mix-not a bad shot here of Mommy and Daddy. Yes, Phoebe really took this pic!
Phoebe and Daddy being a little silly.
Family pic just before the sun went down.
Sweet dreams!
Maui Ocean Center
Cool starfish!
A very long day with no nap, Phoebe has a little meltdown.
After it all, she said she needed some "alone time".
Phoebe chills out at the airport before heading home to Oahu.
July 6, 2009
Three Cheers For the Nap!
We were on a very long, eleven-day stretch with no nap when Phoebe finally broke and fell asleep during a "quiet time" in front of a Veggie Tales movie...two days in a row. And since little Miss Stubborn finally took those much needed naps, she is also no longer waking at night. I am a firm believer that sleep begets sleep. When you're overtired, ironically, sleep does not always come easy. So we are all resting better now that the toddler nap is gracing us with it's presence once in a while. Hooray!
July 4, 2009
Only In My Dreams
This morning I was tossing back and forth, trying desperately to remember what the people on Table 37 were having. I couldn't get the touch-screen computer to work properly, and the hostess was totally "slamming" my station. I was in a panic. No one seemed to be available to help. Customers were hungry and not at all happy or pleasant. And then...BAM! Phoebe jumped up onto me, squealing for me to wake up and play with her. Phew! Only a dream.
I tell ya, years have gone by since I served people at a restaurant...and not a fancy one where servers leisurely care for two or three tables and have the potential to make a killing in tips. I worked my behind off for an average of three to ten dollars per table (usually more in the three range) and I hustled! Those darn waitressing dreams still creep up on me from time to time. And they seem so real...only the bizarre sub-conscious mind always takes it to a new level, like I am a guest at a wedding or something, and suddenly I am responsible for ten new tables. Sure, no problem...except for the twenty flights of stairs between the kitchen and the banquet room. Crazy dreams. Could have been worse though-you should hear about some of the dreams I had during pregnancy and breastfeeding. Oh boy!
I tell ya, years have gone by since I served people at a restaurant...and not a fancy one where servers leisurely care for two or three tables and have the potential to make a killing in tips. I worked my behind off for an average of three to ten dollars per table (usually more in the three range) and I hustled! Those darn waitressing dreams still creep up on me from time to time. And they seem so real...only the bizarre sub-conscious mind always takes it to a new level, like I am a guest at a wedding or something, and suddenly I am responsible for ten new tables. Sure, no problem...except for the twenty flights of stairs between the kitchen and the banquet room. Crazy dreams. Could have been worse though-you should hear about some of the dreams I had during pregnancy and breastfeeding. Oh boy!
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