Pictures of our trip to Arches National Park this past weekend. It was simply amazing! If you haven't been, do yourself a solid and put it on your bucket list. I'll definitely be going back.
Grateful for:
1) Safe drive in a comfortable car.
2) My bed, after sleeping in a tent last night! :-)
3) Inspiring scenes. This place was beyond beautiful.
Monday, April 26, 2010
Sunday, April 25, 2010
Bunch's Recital
This was a busysuperawesome weekend. More on that later, but for tonight, I give you Bunch's Piano Recital Performance:
Grateful for:
1) Talents. For the joy they bring us throughout our lives as we work on them.
2) Teachers. They really are unsung heroes.
3) Supportive family. Bunch's grandies spent 3 hours driving to be at her recital tonight.
Grateful for:
1) Talents. For the joy they bring us throughout our lives as we work on them.
2) Teachers. They really are unsung heroes.
3) Supportive family. Bunch's grandies spent 3 hours driving to be at her recital tonight.
Friday, April 16, 2010
Change
Change is hard for a lot of people. But change is also necessary and good in many many cases.
Yesterday I went to a salon to get my hair colored and highlighted. I'd been feeling like I needed a change in my appearance for a while, and while color alone would have been a little different, when the stylist mentioned that a cut was included in the price, I dug deep ala Steve Martin in Roxanne and told him "Cut it off!"
Much as I dreamed about having fabulous hair to my waist, that has never been a possibility for me. It just doesn't grow fast enough, and when it's beyond my shoulder blades, it's not that healthy. I've conceded that having an attractive style should trump having long hair that doesn't usually look that great (without a LOT of fussing. And perfect weather conditions.)
When the stylist was finished and handed me the mirror, I was very happy with the outcome. Nothing like a make-over to invigorate the soul! I waltzed home to my kids, who knew I was getting my hair done, and when they saw me Bunch thought it looked awesome. But Gator took one look at me and said it was "horrible". He told me he hated it. "You don't look normal!" He started to cry, and literally carried on in a for the next few hours till he went to bed. It was really bizarre...even for my beloved little anxiety boy.
Gator doesn't like change. In fact, most change essentially terrifies him. He was beyond happy when Doc matched here for residency, because the thought of moving had him nearly undone. He doesn't like to change his clothes, hates all schedule changes, hates getting older, loathes movies about change such as 2012 (end of days stuff), dreads friends moving away, learning new subjects in school, meeting new (potential) friends, trying new foods, and, apparently, apparently his mom getting a new hair style.
This morning he did apologize for being rude and treating me poorly last night, and we are back to normal again (I hope!). And I did make him change his underwear before he left for school.
Parenthood. Gotta love it.
(here's the horrible, no good, not "normal" new hair)
Grateful For:
1) Affordable, talented hair stylists
2) The chance to parent Gator. He definitely keeps me on my toes!
3) New bicycle I got to ride bikes with Gator to school in the mornings. (He hates the bus!) My bum will adjust eventually, right?!
Yesterday I went to a salon to get my hair colored and highlighted. I'd been feeling like I needed a change in my appearance for a while, and while color alone would have been a little different, when the stylist mentioned that a cut was included in the price, I dug deep ala Steve Martin in Roxanne and told him "Cut it off!"
Much as I dreamed about having fabulous hair to my waist, that has never been a possibility for me. It just doesn't grow fast enough, and when it's beyond my shoulder blades, it's not that healthy. I've conceded that having an attractive style should trump having long hair that doesn't usually look that great (without a LOT of fussing. And perfect weather conditions.)
When the stylist was finished and handed me the mirror, I was very happy with the outcome. Nothing like a make-over to invigorate the soul! I waltzed home to my kids, who knew I was getting my hair done, and when they saw me Bunch thought it looked awesome. But Gator took one look at me and said it was "horrible". He told me he hated it. "You don't look normal!" He started to cry, and literally carried on in a for the next few hours till he went to bed. It was really bizarre...even for my beloved little anxiety boy.
Gator doesn't like change. In fact, most change essentially terrifies him. He was beyond happy when Doc matched here for residency, because the thought of moving had him nearly undone. He doesn't like to change his clothes, hates all schedule changes, hates getting older, loathes movies about change such as 2012 (end of days stuff), dreads friends moving away, learning new subjects in school, meeting new (potential) friends, trying new foods, and, apparently, apparently his mom getting a new hair style.
This morning he did apologize for being rude and treating me poorly last night, and we are back to normal again (I hope!). And I did make him change his underwear before he left for school.
Parenthood. Gotta love it.
(here's the horrible, no good, not "normal" new hair)
Grateful For:
1) Affordable, talented hair stylists
2) The chance to parent Gator. He definitely keeps me on my toes!
3) New bicycle I got to ride bikes with Gator to school in the mornings. (He hates the bus!) My bum will adjust eventually, right?!
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