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Hmm..

I just read a blog post on Seattle Seconds that really made me think. It was about how some school districts are choosing to phase out the teaching of cursive writing. Interesting. Will cursive be illegible to my grandkids? Or even, for that matter, to Button? The thought that the handwritten word is becoming obsolete is really disturbing to me and kind of makes me feel like the Librarian in the Twilight Zone.  Then I realized that I barely ever write in cursive myself anymore. Yes, when I take notes in church, or make a shopping list… but not nearly as often as I used to. Maybe I need to go back to writing with pens and pencils and take a break from penning on the computer?

“That” Mom

Yesterday, Button and I went to Busch Gardens. The plan was to meet up my best friend, her husband, and her daughter. Traffic got the best of them, however, and they ended up being just a little late. “No worries,” I thought, “We’ll just go in and meet them inside the park.” There’s this cute area just for preschoolers called the Sesame Street Forest of Fun. Button loves it, especially because a large part of it consists of a miniature water park. We went in and I released Button into the heavy duty sprinkler system, so she could play. Then I sat on the sidelines, watching as she darted between fountains and did “water ballet.” Did my phone ring? Is my friend here? I looked down at my phone to see if she had called, and seeing the screen was dark, I returned to watching Button play.

But wait. Where’s Button?

I stood up and looked above all the tiny heads to see if I could find those water logged pig-tails. No sign.

Deep breaths, girl, deep breaths.

Finally, I saw her, between two park attendants. I hope I didn’t knock anyone down on my way over to her. She said, “Hi, mommy. I was looking for you!”

So, I guess the old cliche is true… it only takes a second.

Painting

Today we had some time to kill in between Vacation Bible School and yoga for kids, so, I decided to be “cool mom” and let Button finger paint. I don’t know why I ever expect finger paint to stay on fingers.

However, doesn’t this look like so much more fun? Leave it to an (almost) four year old to up the mess factor in any activity! She had so much fun and I didn’t mind indulging her. She’ll only want to stick her feet in paint for a couple more years, right?

I love these on the line! They look like prayer flags.

Wordless Wednesday

Numbers

I’ve been having a bit of rough time lately. Button will be turning four years old soon, and, while that is an emotional event in and of itself, we were really really hoping she would be fully potty trained by now. I mean, is four years old too much to ask? Every day I wake up and pray, “Please Lord… no accidents today.” I don’t know if maybe I’m being trained in patience and/or humility, but whatever the lesson is, I sure hope I get it and get it fast. I know that there are other people out there who struggle with this, the problem is, none of them are my friends. All of the mommies I know effortlessly potty trained their kids, or even had the incredible luck of a kid who potty trained on their own! Meanwhile, I sit here, with my giant purse stuffed with spare panties and shorts, wipes, and a long list of excuses as to why my perfectly normal preschooler often refuses to sit on the pot. At this point, I’ve tried everything and I’m just out of ideas. The potty has defeated me.

Beachy Keen

Button and I leave for vacation on Saturday. To say that I am unprepared would be a vast understatement. We might have to just hit Old Navy before we leave because there are no clothes to pack because I haven’t done any laundry. But hey, that’s packing light, right? So, what am I doing instead of cleaning clothes. cleaning the house and packing us up? I’m sitting on my computer, listening to Button play Barbie Superhero and thinking about making a cup of coffee and what I would rather be sewing. Priorities, people, priorities.

Tiki

A couple of weeks ago, I was browsing around the dollar store, letting Button pick out Father’s Day presents (this is the best idea ever. For Christmas, she got him an “It’s a Girl!” balloon!) and I came across packages of paper drink umbrellas. I remembered this idea that I had seen over at Family Chic. The idea is to take a ton of paper umbrellas, open them up, jam them into a wreath form, and, TA-DA! instant fun. I’ve seen this done with styrofoam, but I decided to go with the original design and use grapevine. Somehow, it just feels more permanent to me. This was finished in about ten minutes and I really love the effect.

Umbrella Wreath

I love seeing it when I come home, especially if I’ve had a particularly difficult day. It’s so great to be greeted by something bright!

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