Wednesday, May 22, 2013

Getting Dressed is Hard

This is a Lucy adventure:

Somedays getting dressed is just plain difficult. This is even worse when you're a kid. One morning in Lucy's household went like this:

First she checked in on her oldest, Jill (age 9)...


Lucy proceeded to dig through Jill's clothes and found her a pair of pants...


After finally convincing Jill that these were, indeed, a different pair of pants; Lucy went to check on the progress of her youngest, Lilith (age 7)...


Lucy returned to see how things were coming with Jill while Lilith changed...


Realizing this was not a fight she could win, Lucy backed out of the room to see if things were going any better with Lilith. There she found Lilith trying to secure a pillowcase around herself using bobby pins. 


In the end the children were clothed and they made it out the door... though no one was happy about it...




Wednesday, May 1, 2013

Carmen Unglued

Carmen, in her own words:

So it’s that special time of year again. When Every Joe Shmoe, Ma Pa and Big name Giant come together to gouge and milk every cent that they can by exploiting the human emotion 



Every person in this wonderful country is exposed and brainwashed, from the day they open their eyes to the day they die, to buy into the commercially driven Hallmark holiday - known as Valentine’s Day.

Now, I’m not going to go into a huge rant about Anti-Valentines this and that. Because I still enjoy and bask in celebrating romance and get giddy in planning and surprising my significant other. But hear me out. I am a very creative and resourceful human being. I jump at the chance to spend endless hours, sacrificing what spare minuets I have as a busy momma of 3, cutting, melting my finger prints off with a glue gun and putting together BEAUTIFUL and Original Valentines for my Children. 

However this year when my daughter brought home the ever-growing list of student names from her class.



Well …I was crushed ..I swallowed the tears brimming at the corners of my eyes and nodded my head in acceptance of what had just been told to me. 

Somewhere in the back of my head, like an old movie reel projection of my past, played out in my head. I saw myself telling my mother that I was too old for Care Bare stuff. 

Then it hit me like a ton of bricks.