Scrapbook Sunday Week 5

I don’t have any pages to share with you this week I have been busy making cards, trying to get Etsy stocked and I had a few orders to full.

Here are a couple of the cards I worked on:

Dreams do come true

Once upon a time there was a little girl who dreamed of being a mama to a sweet baby girl.  The girl grew and she still dreamed of a little one that she could dress up and play with, place rollers in her hair and lip gloss on her lips…she even though that if she was ever lucky enough she would name that little girl Kathryn, but she would call her Katy. Kathryn was her fancy name.
Well as you know… my dream came true.  My Katy is here and I am loving being her mama.  (I love being Bubba’s mama, but that is a different kind of mama…full of cars and blocks and fire fighting oh, and the building of forts)
It all came full circle last week when I place curlers in her hair, lip gloss on her lips, and slipped her into my wedding gown.  (Oh, yeah! The wedding gown that went right along with my princess wedding) Yup, that is the one…


oh yeah… she loved it!! She saw it and said “Mama, that is a princess dress…can I wear it?!”

I have no idea if she will want to wear it 20 years from now… (a mama can hope) but I know that at 4 she thought it was pretty cool to wear her mama’s marriage dress.



My girl rocked the dress… and this mama’s heart was so full!!

So thankful my prayers were answered and I get to live my dream.

Around Here…

Mama went blonde…

Thanks Nicole… Its growing on me!

Spring cleaning is in full effect, and we all know who is doing more than his fair share!

  Looks like the Mr. needs a haircut…guess his wife should get on that!! Oh, and I am pretty sure he is going to kill me for posting this oh so flattering picture!!! 

Katy & Patrick are learning to:

ride their bikes!! We had some gorgeous summer like weather here in New England extremely high 80’s temps in March!! Pretty crazy! We sure took advantage of it.

It’s going to take a little practice especially for my girl with the low muscle tone.

This little man still melts my heart…

       I mean really could be be any CUTER?

Oh and this girl…

 

She is doing AWESOME! We know we are on borrowed time, so we are loving on her each and every minute.  Its amazing how fast things are changing and how smart she is getting.  Love that we have had this bit or normalcy.

I am looking forward to lots more days like these!!

Scrapbook Sunday Week 4

I know you are shocked… 4 weeks and I am still posting this.  It is shocking! I almost can’t believe it myself.

Mostly, I can’t believe that the scrapbook mojo is flowing still, and that I have been a pretty neat and haven’t buried myself in paper.

DISCLAIMER: I surf the net and many scrapbooking blogs, boards etc. I am 99.9% none of these pages are my original design… I am sure I saw them somewhere, or they are my interpretation of a sketch. I am not a professional scrap booker… although I would like to be! I don’t list supplies and keep track of what came from where… that would take away valuable time that I can spend creating.
If you have a question… feel free to ask and I will do my best to answer you.

Scrapbook Sunday Week 3

Still going strong!!

DISCLAIMER: I surf the net and many scrapbooking blogs, boards etc. I am 99.9% none of these pages are my original design… I am sure I saw them somewhere, or they are my interpretation of a sketch. I am not a professional scrap booker… although I would like to be! I don’t list supplies and keep track of what came from where… that would take away valuable time that I can spend creating.
If you have a question… feel free to ask and I will do my best to answer you.

Remembering When I Was a Perfect Parent…

you know back before I had kids.

Back when I said my babies would never…

have a binky

have sugar

watch TV before the age of 2 and even once they were two screen time would be limited

sleep in my bed

eat Fast Food/processed food

play with toy weapons

well funny thing is now that I am a parent.  I now know there is no such thing as a perfect mother.  To all you mama’s that I JUDGED harshly and often ( I was a preschool teacher and I knew EVERYTHING)  I am sorry I judged you.  Being a great teacher doesn’t necessarily mean you will be a great mommy. 

When Katy was born she wasn’t allowed to nurse for the 1st 5 days of life…  nothing by mouth.  So she has the need to suck and I was so thankful for the invention of the binky so  had something to do to try and comfort my helpless baby when all she wanted to do was suckle.  She then became so attached to  those neon green pieces of rubber have gotten us all through some difficult times.

Last year we made a deal with Katy.  We told her once she got her heart transplant, we would send the binkies to the other kids that needed them.  I made that deal thinking that surely she would have received her new heart by now and this would all be behind us.  Well the heart is taking a bit longer than we expected and now we have a 4 year old still has a damn binky, and the buck teeth to match.

So last night I told Katy if I see that binky one more time and you are not in bed… I am taking ALL the binkies and the there will be no more binkies.  Well don’t you know 5 minutes later there she was doing her best Maggie Simpson impression.

There was no reasoning, there was no lets talk about this, there was no making a good choice.  This MAMA LOST her shit.  I ripped the binky out of her hand and took my scissors and sniped the tip off.  (Relax there are a 101 more binkies where that came from).

Well, my feisty girl then went on to completely loose her shit… screaming,running from one end of the house to the other end, slamming doors along the way.  The feisty that I am so proud of that I believe has gotten her this far in life was now being used against me.  As she was grasping for breath (not really, grasping but you know what you do when you cry to much) and yelling, but mama you said I could have my binkies until my heart transplant.

By this point I am in a puddle of tears ( my own) and I am feeling weak and I am feeling like I am ripping the only comfort that my girl knows.  She doesn’t have a blanket or favorite stuffed animal she loves her binks. Why am I doing this? Am I doing it so I don’t get judged for a walking talking  binky sucking 4 year old?  Or because I know the oral surgeon is going to be all over me? To be honest, I think it was a combination of those and a few other things.

Well I had choice to make, I could be a hard ass and take all the binkies and we would all have a few sleepless nights, or I can go back to what has worked so well for us these past 4 years and hug it out, talk rationally and come up with a plan we can all be happy with.

I consulted the experts, you know my mama friends on Facebook.  I had a wide variety of responses from various mamas, there were heart mamas, new mamas, nurse mamas, veteran mamas and the consensus was let her have the damn binky. She has enough to deal with.  We have bigger battles to fight, etc. etc. Basically told me everything I already knew and needed to hear.

So we sat down with Katy and told her she could have her binkies in bed. If they come down stairs mama is going to snip the tip! 

She was good with that plan, even showed me her shy smile, or maybe that was a victory smile.