Lost in Translation

So sometimes I get a little hot-headed.  And when I do, I tend to say things that should be said, but not in the way I should say them . . . (sigh).

Earlier this morning, I had one of those moments . . .  and in my hot-headedness, I called my husband at work ranting . . . big-time ranting . . . (ugh).  It took about an hour for me to feel that all-too-familiar remorse and want (need) desperately to take it all back.  So I called up my favorite man to apologize . . . no answer.  I tried his cell . . . no answer.  At this point, I'm feeling really bad and hoping that he isn't purposefully ignoring me (which, truth be told, he would never do).  I call (again) . . . no answer (again) . . . but this time I leave a message.

I don't remember what I said . . . other than I rambled (which I frequently do when I'm apologizing).

About an hour later, I call my husband to see if he got the message and he starts laughing and tells me to check my email.

Evidently, hubby had been on a run but has this new messaging system that translates his voicemail into text which is then sent to his cell for him to see instantly. So this is the apology he got -


Hi maybe I can get your branding adding in case you need regard to that anyway I'm just calling to say sorry it just isn't.

Just rough anyway I should let you know -- thing I don't I don't think they should be turned on it -- but it's the same time I guys should more yesterday thank you -- hi 72 inch -- undead everything that I just got home any matched and just -- hi we're ready to go take a while -- thanks you -- for E.

Later bye.


Ummm, yeah - We were both laughing so hard that the apology kind of took care of itself - those are my favorite times! - (luckily with my hubby, we almost always end up laughing at our craziness - even without the help of "undead" technology - what the world?-) . . . He is so good for me - love him!

When he tells me stories . . .

My A (oldest by a mere 2 minutes) bubbles over with energy.  Seriously - bubbles OVER (the top)

He can hardly hold still - EVER!  Ah that boy - boy - BOY!
He sometimes drives me crazy ...
Especially when he's trying not to smirk after choosing to be a little naughty ...
And I'm handing out the consequences.
(I'm honestly shaking my head at the mere thought of it ... so impish!)

He doesn't, however, save his smirking just for consequences - oh no!
His little face smirks all to readily ... when he tells me stories.

And I cherish his storytelling.  If there is ever a story that he deems worthy of repeating, he is usually so enthused about it that he can barely contain himself, let alone repeat it - ha!

(I must add that most of his favs are the completely random - somewhat twisted - bedtime stories that my beloved one makes up at the littles' request).

In A's excitement, he almost always leaves out crucial plots and conversations to the point that most times, the story-line is completely undecipherable (at which point, I make a mental note to ask my beloved for a repeat performance).
But A laughs that laugh ...  and smirks that smirk ...
While his eyes sparkle like the night sky.
And I love him for it - indeed - I love him a LOT

Friday's Favorites

I think I'm in need of a list today . . . so here goes:

*watching wee ones wolf down victuals
*purplish piles of pomegranate - yum
*sun seeping thru certain shade
*G's garbled grunts and giggles
*sharp showers
*long and lovely lists
*dumping dirty dishes in the dishwasher
*my pop-pop-phz-phz mobile
*perfectly puffed pillows
*teaching toddlers to tiptoe

ah yes, I feel better :)

Baby G

Six months old today!

Oh, how I love this little boy.

I never need look far for the positive when this little guy is around. Even if it is 3 am . . .
love - love - LOVE him!!
Happy half-birthday Baby G.

Sweet anticipation . . .(side note: lovin' that ginormous
pepper container in the back ground - what in the world!?
Evidentally, I need some real shakers:))

Daddy's keeping the hands in check.

These baby browns make my heart melt.

Too bad this is just ceremonial - no brownie for you, bud.

Casey

Lip buzz

So, this morning I could hear A starting to get a little crazy in the room with the girls.  He was trying to get H to purse her lips together and blow to create that all too familiar child-sound that makes them burst into laughter.  You know the one.  It was time to introduce the lip-buzz (so at least the fun could be productive).

A lip-buzz is something vocalists use to warm up their diaphragms and get the air moving.  The easiest way for me is to touch my top molars to the bottom, hold my lips loosely together and blow.  Once you get the lips to buzz - then you start to hum a song simultaneously.  We started with the church favorite "I Am a Child of God" . . .and ended with "My Little Pony."

I actually grabbed the camera to capture it.  A funny time . . . instead of what could have been me lecturing (essentially to myself) about the virtues of sound . . . and not to make rude ones.  :)  This blog may be working after all.

Love their faces . . . especially C's (the lil' frowner :))

Casey

Post Script: Beginning

A note on my very first post:  Months after reading the aforementioned post, I had the opportunity to talk with my friend about it.  She confessed that that post had begun as a rant, but transformed itself into all of the positive things I found there - this intrigued me, inspired me, gave me purpose for my own blog -

To see the positive . . . not just believe that it is there, but actually see it.

I need this - I am sometimes so overwhelmed by my everyday and all that I want it to be that I fail to acknowledge how great it already is!  So this blog will function as my morphing mechanism.  Transforming some of life's less than perfect, sometimes mundane, run-of-the-mill or otherwise ordinary events - whatever they be - into the enlightening, fun, joyful, light-up-your-life moments they truly are.  So that I can see it.

'Cause sometimes seeing is believing.

Casey

Beginning

Life is full.
At the moment, it is half full of awe - and half full of anticipation.
Could it be that I am actually writing my very first post for my very first blog.
I feel as if I'm stepping into a strange new existence. . .

I guess I should start with why.

Why am I writing a blog?
Something I thought might happen...someday...years (and years) hence.  "When I have more time" was my frequent note to self.
Yet, here I am. 
I guess I can give credit to two sources -
Two friends.

While in college, my sweetest friend from across the hall started keeping a journal of sorts.  I can't remember what she called it, but it was essentially a little book chock-full of things that made her happy.  Whenever she was feeling a bit blue, she'd pull the thing out and start listing.  I say "list" because that's all it really was - a string of things that made her smile that day.  I don't think any line was more than a few words and never a full sentence.  I know this, not because I peeked (heaven forbid), but because she read a page to me one day.  The page where I made the list.  Well, not all of me.  A part of me.  My favorite part of me. 

Maybe that is why the idea has stuck with me all these years.  Maybe.  But, I think it is more due to the idea that writing down her favorite things could make her happy.

Flash forward to present day.

I just spent 2010 in a torpor.  Pregnant with my fifth child.  Lost in a sea of emotions brought on by a tide of hormones unlike any I'd previously experienced.  I needed an outlet...or an inlet...something to allow me to feel myself again.  In that midst, having forgotten about the previous tidbit of my past, I stumbled upon a blog written by a dear neighbor friend.  And there was a list.  For a moment I was 19 again - with the world at my doorstep - and a friend reading another list.  So I knew.  I knew I needed to make my own list.  Thus it begins . . .



Casey