Thanksgiving 2012

Happy Thanksgiving! We had a quiet one this year. Just my little family and I loved it. The kids scoured the yard for leaves to decorate the table while I piddled around getting things ready. I have to say it was very nice not worrying about being on schedule since we only had us to worry about.

 I used the timer on the camera to get the following picture-it was right before we ate a delicious dinner.

 Time for pie...

 Karli really liked her first taste of pumpkin pie. She ate the entire thing!

 We missed you all, but we are grateful to know we have so many people out there who love us. Happy Thanksgiving!

Red Lipstick

I've always loved red lipstick-on other women. I've never believed that I could wear it. I've always felt like I'd just look silly. Like a little girl that got into her mother's make-up and is playing dress up, and that everyone would look at me and silently laugh. I've felt that way about a lot of things. That if I try to do my make-up a certain way or dress a certain way that I would look like a clown. You see, I'm not what the world would think is a stunning beauty, and I've let myself get to the point that I think I need to match the world's definition of beauty. Recently, I've really felt down and I've caught myself thinking very unflattering thoughts about how I look. I've really been struggling to lose the weight I put on after Karli was born and I'm not really getting anywhere and I've been beating myself up about it. I look at the women around me, and I see them all as being a hundred times prettier and better dressed and more desirable than I am. But then, I decided to look deeper. I thought about my mom and why she is one of the most beautiful women I know. Does she spend countless hours and money at salons and gyms and spas trying to match the world's definition of beauty? Of course not. She's too good for that. It's the way she sacrifices for her children or the way that her eyes light up when she bears her testimony that makes her one of the most beautiful women I've ever known. Or my sisters, who are truly beautiful in every way. They give and give to their kids and husbands and don't complain. When they laugh through their tears, or smile while their hearts are breaking, they remind me of what is really beautiful and it carries over into them. Somehow they are strong and confident as well as gentle and Christ-like at the same time. THEY are beautiful. I think about the many friends I have, that have been there for me and every one of them is beautiful. Would they win a Miss America pageant? Probably not. But is that really what's important? One of the things that all these women have in common is that they do not just give up. They don't crawl under a rock and never get dressed or hide under their blankets all day. So I'm not going to either. And I'm going to stop caring about what the world thinks. I'm never going to win a beauty pageant because I'm not going to enter. Ever. I don't want to compete. I am, however, going to wear red lipstick. I don't care if I look silly because I like it. I don't care if my clothes are way past the size I want them to be, because I love my children and the extra time I spend with them instead of working out is time well spent. I am going to be me, and I am going to learn to love the way I look because I don't want my children to grow up and think they have to strive for the world's definition of beauty. I want them to see their mother as a strong, confident and happy woman and they're not going to be able to if I continue to beat myself up. So, here I am in my new red lipstick. Take that world!

 

 

Ponytail!

I know my kids have a ton of hair, but I'm still amazed that my nine-month-old can sport a ponytail!

Something cool?!

There I was relaxing in my bathtub full of hot water, when the door flings open and in comes Corbin. I started to tell him to head on back out, but he shut me down with a loud yell, "I gotta go potty Mom, don't tell me to go back out. Tell me to go potty." So, I pulled the curtain and went back to reading my book. After a few minutes, Corbin pipes up "Hey Mom, wanna see something cool? Come look and then I will flush and it will go away."

"Corbin, I don't want to look at your poop okay, just go ahead and flush it."

"But Mom, that's why it's cool. I put the white on top and now you can't see the poop! Come see!"

"Corbin, I really don't want to, but thanks for wanting to share."

"Okay Mom, but you'll be sorry, it's really something cool."

Flush.

And there went my opportunity to see "something cool".