A little video for you. (Not scary. I promise.)
Be safe and have fun!
A little video for you. (Not scary. I promise.)
Be safe and have fun!
All products (except the “barbie” alpha) are from a Noel Mignon kit (maybe “5 Foot 2”? I can’t remember.)
(How’s that for a creative title?)
Mia’s birthday party was held on Sunday at Gym Like This in West Palm Beach. (I believe that’s the gym where Kim is/was a cheerleading coach.)
Here’s the birthday girl waiting to be spun around on the big parachute (the lighting in there was so awful; I took a bunch of pictures and these were the only ones that came out semi-useable, after LOTS of editing).
Me and Liana. She’s weighing 10 lbs already. Seriously… she’s so snuggly and yummy. (See my face? That’s the “are you taking it today, Christian?” face.)
Mia and her balloons. She had so much fun. Later, when we were back at their house, we asked her what her favorite part of the day was and she said “the whole thing! I loved my whole party!”
It’s like Captain Morgan had a baby (Brandon being a goofball).
Man, I love these kids.
Yesterday was Mia’s 4th birthday. She wanted Barbie dolls. So Fanless and I got her this playset (It’s called “Barbie Luv Me Three: Taffy and Puppies”):
Last night, Kim sent us each this pic she snapped with her phone:
She was knocked out cold – after a VERY fun, but tiring, birthday party – but still holding on to her Barbie. =) To quote Rachel Zoe: “I die.”
(You know that pic is totally going on a layout, right?)
Fanless and I decided to take advantage of the awesome weather (and annual passes!) yesterday, and paid a visit to Jungle Island. (My camera battery was dying, so not too many pictures to share.)
Love this Buddha statue at the entrance.
And this gigantic parrot.
Fanless’ beard has gotten noticeably grayer in the time we’ve been dating. Hmmm…
Inside the Manu exhibit. I was bummed there were no spider monkeys this time, but there were parrots and a couple of iguanas.
OMG! This guy was totally stalking some kid that was outside the pen. He was super hyper, pacing back and forth, and when the kid and his parents started walking away, he started following them in the direction they were going. Nuts!
African Penguins. I looove penguins. I was dying to stick this little guy in my purse and take him home, but Fanless said no. Party pooper!
Oh! Hello there!
This one was planning his escape route.
I don’t know what kind of lizard this is, but EEK!
Burmese Python. This was my least favorite part of the day, being as I have a phobia about anything reptilian or amphibious.
Aww… they’re “nuggling”! (It’s a Mia word.)
Overall, it was a perfect day to visit the park. No heat, no humidity, no crowds. Awesome!
*What? You don’t remember The Time??
(I got the idea for this from Ali Edwards’ blog post from today.)
Outside my window – is a surprisingly quiet Friday night on South Beach
I am thinking – about my mom’s knee surgery next week (did I mention she was here again?)
I am thankful for - my honey, my family, my health and my home
From the kitchen – I made spaghetti and meatballs with shredded cheese melted in, and garlic breadsticks
I am wearing – a blue tank top, blue camo-print sleep shorts, white ankle socks, and a black hair clip.
I am creating – nothing at the moment. Oh, but I did scrap a couple of pages last night.
I am going – to watch the last two episodes of “Fringe” with Fanless as soon as I finish this post.
I am reading – “The Pig Did It” by Joseph Caldwell
I am hoping – we can find cheap flights for our trip in December
I am hearing – the oscillating fan blowing
Around the house – Fanless is looking at Facebook in his PJs, and I am drinking cherry limeade
One of my favorite things - is eating a sugar-free shortbread cookie with my morning coffee (sadly, that only happens once in a while)
A few plans for the rest of the week – my mom’s surgery, Mia’s 4th birthday party, and hopefully, seeing “Where the Wild Things Are”
A picture to share – a quickie layout made last night using K&Company’s Simply Sweet products
I know it seems early, but Christmas is only 10 weeks away (as evident by the Christmas decorations sharing an aisle with the Halloween decorations at Target yesterday). I figured this is as good a time as any to post my yearly wish list.*
1. How cute is this ring? I love my birthstone (ruby) in a white gold or silver setting and this cute ring from Gordon’s is only $40! (I might have to make this my gift to myself.)
2. We-R-Memory Keepers’ Corner Chomper – Lord knows I love a rounded corner on my scrap layouts and cards. This is the Crop-O-Dile version of a corner rounder. Supposedly it can go through several layers of paper, chipboard, metal, drywall, granite… (okay, I might be wrong on those last two, but still – awesome!)
3. This one puts the “wish” in wish list: a Canon EOS Rebel XS Digital SLR camera. I would sell a kidney to own one of these. Seriously. No, SERIOUSLY!
4. I love make-up brushes, and mine have definitely seen better days. This set from Sephora includes every makeup brush you could possibly need. Bonus: cute pink travel case!
5. American Crafts Cloth D-ring Binder Albums. Any of them. In any color. 12×12. WANT!
6. Pink Cowgirl pajamas from Nick & Nora. I love pajamas. LOVE them. And these are just too cute for words.
7. Photo paper. Lots and lots of photo paper.
8. Gift cards to any of the following: Target, Amazon, Barnes & Noble, Old Navy, StopandScrap.com, Books & Books, or Best Buy. Never say I’m not flexible!
* As always, my wish list is just that: a wish, for fun. Just to be clear, I don’t actually expect anyone to purchase any of the above items.
Every time I hear the strains of Arcade Fire’s “Wake Up” coming from the TV, I look up from what I’m doing. I can’t help it; it’s almost Pavlovian. Inevitably, at the end of the commercial, my eyes are watery and I’m a little choked up. My brain is suddenly flooded by childhood memories of sitting on the hardwood floor in the corner of the small room I share with my older sister. This corner – a little nook I’ve made my own, between the closet and my tiny, white-washed nightstand – is my favorite spot in the world.
Every afternoon, after a long, exhausting day of elementary school education, homework, and bath time, I plop myself down in that corner with my favorite book, and allow myself to be swept away by the words and illustrations of Maurice Sendak. The story of Max, “making mischief” in his silly wolf costume, and his fork. A story where a little boy’s bedroom becomes a world of oceans and forests and “wild things.”
I loved Where the Wild Things Are. I loved that book so much, I read it over and over again. Oh sure, there were times where I preferred the company of Ramona or Harriet the spy. But none of these meant as much to me as WTWTA. It made me happy every single time I cracked it open to read how Max’s imagination took him away to a world of wonder and make-believe.
I can’t quite explain why this story touched me so deeply. It was hardly a thing, really. Only 20 pages long. But something about it, something difficult to name, spoke to me. Perhaps it was Max’s imagination that I identified with. With a sister almost 14 years older, I was practically an only child. I had to find ways to entertain myself, which, in turn, made me quite imaginative. I remember spending countless hours laying in the grass in our yard, seeing bunnies and carousel horses and dragons in the clouds. I made ”chocolate” mud pies to sell to imaginary customers in our backyard. I had entire cityscapes made of Legos and societies of Playskool Little People. I was Evel Knievel, jumping over dirt piles and wooden boards with my pink Huffy (I was much braver then). I taught my Barbie dolls lessons in reading and writing before heading off to my command performance of Lesley Gore’s “It’s My Party” in front of my sister’s full-length mirror (complete with Donny and Marie toy microphone and tambourine). Whenever my mother made me accompany her on boring errands, I would make up entire stories about the people around us in my head (I actually still do that whenever I’m waiting at the doctor’s office or airport, things like that).
I miss those days. I miss being carefree and imaginative. Now, life is all about project deadlines and monthly statements and car insurance, doctor’s appointments, social obligations…
Then, Spike Jonze – the genius behind (the crazy good) “Being John Malkovich” and Fatboy Slim’s “Weapon of Choice” music video – announced that he was making the live action film version of Where the Wild Things Are. I was thrilled. I’m guessing Spike was probably as imaginative a child as I was. Now that I’ve seen the trailers, which make me think this film is going to be far more beautiful than I ever could have dreamed, I am beyond ecstatic. I may have to do like the Star Wars geeks and take the day off just to go see the movie! I can pretty much guarantee that I will be pretty misty-eyed throughout, as merely seeing the commercials makes me all emotional and goose-bumpy.
I can not wait to see this movie. Because I know, that for at least a little while, I won’t have to be the 40-year-old with bills to pay and deadlines to meet and obligations to fulfill. No. Instead, for at least a little while, I can once again be the little, blonde girl with the scraped knees and muddy fingernails, finding faeries in the grass and circus animals in the sky.