When I Grow Up???

Well, the truth is, I never want to grow up.  However I have a potential hobby lined up for when I retire.  Who am I kidding, I can’t retire.  But, in the far future, when I’m an empty nester I would love to work for the fairies, answering their mail.  I had a sneak peak of what that future may look like.

So I’ve been keeping a close eye on the fairy door I installed at the park.  It’s been getting lot’s of love.  The Fairies I INSANELY sent out a little note to some of my local friends stating that if their wee ones left notes for the fairies that maybe, just maybe, they might respond today.  You know a one week only gig.  Then every night we stole back to the park and found treasure.

Where do they come up with these questions?

 

And the darling pictures had me grinning from ear to ear.

Even my girls left messages.  Here’s Princess who worked especially hard to make a note that would be easy for the fairies to read. 

 

Turns out I the fairies responded to all the darling queries left behind the door (Hope I found all the notes).  I think the wee people let the midnight oil burn, as they got so involved in communing with the imaginations of children.

Then bright and early this morning Prince Erik with his trusty screw-driving strong arm (as the door had a couple of pulled out screws), accompanied me back to the park.  Once again he made the little door sturdy.  Thanks Big Guy.

Then I set about making some fairy home improvements, because inside this big girl body is a little girls imagination.  Prince Erik waited patiently while I played.  I cannot tell you whether or not he rolled his eyes while I babbled on though.  Super Big Thanks Sweetie.

What fairy home is complete without a moss carpet.  And look at the sweet treasure some little hand painted and left as a gift.  The rock is a perfect resting place for the weary fairy stopping in to take a break.  Then I sprinkled some Pixie Dust and inserted the fairies responses.

You can definitely tell that the fairies visited.

Hope the kids like it.  I swear I had more fun than they did.  And poor Prince Erik had to hear me go on and on about how I want to do this when I retire.

Now, it’s back to earth and laundry for me.

I am Angelina Jolie… HA

Or she is me. At least that’s what Hope thinks.

‘Look Mom, it’s you,’ Hope says as she points to a picture of the famous mom on a magazine at our local grocery store.’

Oh My Snork! I about choked right there in the check-out line – Ya Right.

Sure we have our similarities like doting mom’s to cute kids.

But my belly birthed all six of mine and it’s got the girth to prove it.

Well, lets see. We both have long dark hair. But …

O.K. I admit it. We look nothing alike. Hum, maybe if I tweezed my bush brows, pumped up my lower lip with whatever they pump up lips with and lost 40 [plus lbs, and wore make-up.

Double snort. cough, choke, hum. Yeah, not even then.

I have to admit I’m flattered that Hope thinks I’m so beautiful. I’m sure if you asked my boys they’d say I looked like Kathy Bates. This is her, by the way, but I can do a mean impersonation.

‘Yeah,’ Evo-man replied when he saw this image. ‘That about nails it.’

Then again, maybe it’s a girl thing. I always thought my mom looked like Sophia Loren.

And she looks this good without make-up. With it she could have won a look-alike contest.

Meanwhile I’m going to lose that extra 40 lbs. and start wearing make-up.

'Yeah,' my husband agrees. 'Make-up, would be nice.'

Hug an Angel

Last year on Thanksgiving weekend our kids participated in the Seattle Children’s Marathon benefitting Children’s Hospital. We ran in a group called ‘Team Mara’. I knew Mara’s grandparents because they were members of my church and the most amazing people you could ever hope to meet. To be honest I’ve never met little Mara but she has made an impact on my life and touched our whole family.


Today heaven became a brighter, happier place because Mara went back home to her Heavenly Father.


You’ll probably remember me mentioning little Sadie on my blog. Sadie and Mara both have the same kind of terminal brain cancer. Mara held on for a little over a year and Sadie putting up a good fight. It’s so hard to see these little princesses and their families going through a parent’s worst nightmare. But both families are so strong in their faith and hope you can’t help but have your own faith strengthened.

This year the kids and I will be at the Seattle Children’s Marathon again running in memory of Mara, and we are still working on our 1000 acts of Service for Sadie. The world is a much better place because these two angels graced our lives with their stories.

So hug your kids, tell them you love them, and send off another prayer for the Adams and Huish’s families.

Bankrupt Tooth Fairy and Huggy Feefe

I thought you might like some more before and after pictures... So here it goes. Princess Before

And Princess after. I'd say she's about eight months early with her Halloween Costume Accessory here.

Little Princess is going to break the bank, of the tooth fairy that is. She lost her fourth tooth in 2 months this morning.

Her speech therapists are going to need a translator to understand her now.

Yesterday I thought I would bestow some of my learned-the-hard-way-wisdom upon her precious little head. She was complaining about brushing her teeth so I opened my filling speckled yapper wide and showed her that if she didn’t brush her teeth everyday she would have spots just like mine. She immediately went and brushed her teeth.

Tonight about a half an hour after bed she came into my room with tear filled eyes and said,

‘Mom, I don whon Huggy Feefe.’

‘You don’t want what?’

‘Huggy Feefe.’ She replied while pointing to her mouth.

Finally I guessed that she meant Ugly Teeth. Guessing she was talking about her missing teeth growing in crooked like her soon to be braced-up sister Lea. I replied that Heavenly Father had given her beautiful teeth and they would be just fine no matter how they came in.

'No, mommy, I don whon Huggy Feefe like yours. '

Thrill, now my sweetie instead of having comforting dreams of a visit from the tooth fairy is having nightmares that she will have ugly teeth like mine.

‘Oh, well we then better brush them every day.'

'But I hate Toospaste.'

'How bout I get some different toothpaste from the store and help you remember to brush every day?'

She smiled and that seemed to calm her a little. She gave me a thumbs-up as she went back to bed, and that I don’t need a translator to understand.

Now I’d better go brush my Ugly Teeth and maybe tomorrow I’ll purchase a variety of toothpaste flavors for her to try along with truckload of whitener for me. That and dig through my purse to see if the Tooth fairy dumped any loose change in it.