The Joy of a Tiny Update

Wow - for an unplanned Summer, we have been busy, joyful bees this season. I just want to take a moment to be thankful for Summer break and the privilege of spending this time with our two children. Childhood Summers are incredibly short but usually full of cherished memories that travel with you for the rest of your life. As we soak up the last few days of July 2014, I hope you, your friends and family breathe in the familiar scents of Summer with a little time to kick back and store a few special moments in your summer memory box. Now, if you will excuse me, a hammock, a cold beverage and an unread novel desperately need my attention. Ahhhhh....the joys of Summer - cheers!!!!

The. Joy of a Summer Grader

Our children celebrated the last day of school Thursday, June 12th. The final two weeks of school we did a countdown tabulating how many days left for our Fourth Grader and Kindergartener. The excitement was uncontainable! But our son gently reminded us we were overlooking one important thing. And his observation was BIG! As he was being tucked into bed, we explained to him he only had (x) amount of days as a Kindergartener and then he would be in First Grade! He rolled his big brown eyes up to connect with mine and quietly stated, "Nope. First, I am going to be a Summer Grader!". Once again, this little boy who I sometimes think is off in his own little universe, took my breath away and brought tears to my eyes. As I drew him close and sniffed in the scent of a freshly bathed child, I whispered, "Yes, Josh, you will be a Summer Grader." and I thought to myself, this year, we shall all be Summer Graders.
How had I missed this simple idea my whole entire life? We are always finishing one goal and rushing off to start the next goal. Where is the time to reflect? The time to bask in the golden glow of accomplishments? The time to just pass time without a set agenda? To inhale the sweet, seductive, memorable scent of summer that immediately transports you back to a childhood of freedom from homework, books and teachers' dirty looks. We had permission to be lazy. And life was good. I think this year I will be a Summer Grader with Josh and enjoy the slow, melodic rhythm of long days, short nights and a whole bunch of unplanned fun sandwiched in between. 
From the time I was born until my Mom returned to work when I entered the Ninth Grade, summers were an abundance of fun. Now I know I tugged on Mom with complaints of utter boredom, ridiculous heat and muttering words about "stupid chores", but those are tucked way back in the spider webbed closet of my brain. No, what I fondly remember about summer is the reason why I chose a Traditional School Calender for our children. It's the part of your childhood that stays shiny long after the other parts become tarnished, nicked, fuzzy and faded. It's a smell, a song, a food, a movie, a holiday that instantly transports you to a magical place at a slower pace.
Summer to me is:
Flipping my pillow to the cool side
Creating a sheet tent at night with my electric fan
Camping with friends and family
Outdoor movies
Water ballet
Long afternoons at the community pool with school friends
Diving competitions
Passing the deep end swimming test
S'mores
Charring hot dogs on a stick over a crackling fire
Steamed crabs and corn on the cob, both dripping with butter
Sand in every part of my bathing suit
One good wipe out while body surfing
Coppertone
Watermelon and cherry seed spitting contests
Riding my bike everywhere
Flashlight tag
Coca Cola in a green glass bottle
Bottle rockets
Penny candy
Watching the Orioles at Memorial Stadium
Ocean City and Thrashers French Fries with vinegar and salt
Soft ice cream
Carnivals with tummy flipping rides and sweet fried dough
Nickerson State Park
Fresh veggies from our garden
Lilacs
Puddle jumping during rainstorms in my bathing suit
Freshly mowed grass
Dandelion wishes
Little League Baseball
Digging for clams
The taste of sweat
Belly laughing at nothing until my parents said "Shush! Go to sleep!"
The smell of freshly lit charcoal
Severn River and cannon balls off the lifeguard chair
Fireflies in a Mason jar
Whiffle ball games
Run Down
Reading in a tree
Baughers peaches
Fishing
The first sunburn followed by a dark tan
Sunkissed highlights
Plastic folding lawn chairs
Picnic tables
Front porch talks
Cousins
Grandmom and Grandad's side porch
Sun Tea
Homemade fruit pies
Hikes through the Contactin Mountains
Canoe tipping in Piney Run Park
Popsicles
Sleeping in
Baby doll pajamas
Halter tops
Skinned knees
Dirt under my fingernails
The smell of tomato plants in the hot sun
Weeding
Afternoon thunderstorms 

The breezeway
Ice cream trucks
Blisters in between my big toe and first toe from cheap flip flops
Tan lines
Traveling out West
Disney World
Summer crushes
The movie Grease
Sleepovers
Telling secrets while lying in the cool grass
Missing my school friends
Pen pals
Picnics with homemade food
Daydreaming
Beach fire pits
Watching fireworks at the Carroll County Farm Museum
I have many more memories that would fill up oodles of pages but I have to stop babbling. I hope our children become Honor Roll Summer Graders and relish all the delights of unplanned, unexpected summer fun. And I hope in their twilight years, a small smile will flicker across their face as they rock to the rhythm of their childhood summer lullaby. What summer song is calling you? I hope you, too, find joy in being a Summer Grader - after all, it's right up there with recess!

The Joy of Sadie: Part Two

Snoozeville

On June 9th, Sadie will be six months old. I have trouble comprehending that she has only been with us since February 15th because she has had such a positive impact on our household. Me, especially. I do not think I realized how much I was missing a four legged companion until Sadie took over my days. When she first came home, I put everything on hold - volunteering, Bible Study, coffee dates - to care for this pinecone colored fur ball. Like a relationship gone bad, this poor girl came with lots of baggage. I felt like every time we turned a healing corner, I was being called back to the baggage claim for one more thing that comes with a rescue puppy. We survived worms that were trying to suck the life out of her. Urinary tract infections. Upset tummy moments. A non-contagious yet aggressive form of mange that requires a liquid dose of medicine to be squirted down her throat for not weeks....months. But Sadie takes all of these interruptions in stride. Her vet, Dr. Stolz, who loves her to the moon and back, mentioned to Sadie that, "she could just come visit. She doesn't have to keep coming up with new things so she can come see everyone. We would love just a drop in hello!". Sigh. So would our checkbook.

Sadie, the  Big Brown Dog

Walk me or I chew. Your call.

But in between all of these hiccups during our first three months, Sadie has burrowed deep into the heartbeat of our house. She is playful, smart, sassy, belligerent, curious, quick, awkward, sweet, cuddly, beautiful and hilarious. We have watched a round, squished pug nose slowly stretch out to a narrow, box shaped super sniffer. We have watched her stubby, chunky legs grow long and lean to fit into her paws that at times, overwhelmed her running ability, leaving her splayed and dazed on the kitchen floor. We have listened to her pitiful whimper as she unsuccessfully tried to overcome homemade blockades. Those same blockades are now 100% ineffective. And the whimper has transformed into a smart bark that demands quick attention to either, "Outside!" or "Play!". She does not take no for an answer. We have watched a timid puppy dig her paws deep into the ground as we attempted to take her on her first adventure down our street. For weeks we had to carry her down the road until we hit our neighborhood greenway. Then she would happily plod along the half-mile circle. Now she understands "Walk?" and impatiently waits us to gather shoes, leashes and poo bags so she can cover a three mile adventure chasing anything with fur and feathers. We have watched her tap a front paw into a cool creek and then run off in the other direction. Now she wants to chase a tennis ball in Bond Lake, sometimes, fully submerged. She has learned sit, down, stay, ok, kennel, outside, walk, heel and good girl, but these are totally used at her discretion and not on command. Kennel usually entails a huge chase around the house and strategically closed doors and moved furniture so I can grab her by the scruff of her neck and point her in the right direction. Finally, tail up, she prances into her "dog cave" to rest while the house becomes uninhabited for a brief spell.


Mommy's Little Helper

Sending Birthday Greetings

Bond Park

Sadie adores Josh and views him more of an equal than a dog/human relationship. They play Tyrannosaurus Rex versus Triceratops. On more than one occasion, I have walked back out of a room I recently entered because I do not want to become entangled in their Greco style wrestling match. They play hide and seek, chase, and fetch. They rest together and they laugh A LOT together. And they get in trouble together, with eyes sparkling and tongues lolling out of their mouths with an expression that says, "So worth it!". Josh and Sadie are the definition of a boy and his dog. I imagine they will be best buds for years to come, even as the wildness of youth subsides.
Anna and Sadie enjoy walks, gab fests and the battle of wills. I can't hedge a bet on either being victorious, but this will be no quick and easy battle. Anna is a dutiful young caretaker of Sadie. She feeds her, fills her water bowl, takes her outside, tries to teach her tricks and takes her for short walks around the neighborhood. Their relationship is different than Josh and Sadie, but I believe Sadie will provide great relief to Anna during the angst ridden years of Middle School which is only one year in the future. And I think Sadie will happily oblige filling those shoes for her sister.

My co-pilot *

David loves his weekend morning walks with Sadie. He enjoys watching her ears rise and her paw draw up as she spies a creature moving in the leaves above or the pine straw below. He enjoys watching her wrestle other neighborhood dogs or explain to her for the millionth time why some dogs just don't want a paw swiped across their nose. He enjoys the brief training segments and the success of his efforts. He enjoys the natural cadence of their steps, leaving the stress of children, work and home life (aka wife) behind and welcoming the respite of nature to his morning routine. Sadie is David's yoga, a living, breathing Downward Dog.
But for me, Sadie is my healer. This tiny pup that grew slowly in stature and weight has quickly taken over my heart. A loneliness had set up residence in my head and heart with the passing of Mason and Dixon and the exit of Anna and Josh to school full time. Somehow, I was unaware of this new tenant until a quirky, playful puppy came home with us one day in February and immediately ordered this unwanted guest OUT! There was no room for a freeloader named Debbie Downer any longer. Sadie and I now stand at the front door together, sending David and the children off to work and school. We take little road trips to discover new parks, trails and friends. We take long walks. We turn the music up really loud and run around the house, daring each other to tucker out first. We hang out on the couch together and occasionally, I will invite her to keep me company on my bed while I read or watch a program on the iPad. As I look at Sadie now, splayed out like a seal with her head stretching out between her front paws and her back legs stretching out long behind her, I watch her rhythmic breathing and her contented sleep. She has come a long way in her short life. Together, through the harsh winter and late spring, we grew, healed and found our place in the world. With the addition of her into our family, Sadie swiftly reminded us the most important gift we can give or receive is love. And to the person who decided they did not need Sadie, I say "thank you" because she found four people who did - and we are joyful every day for the happiness she pours into our home. Woof!
*please note Sadie does not ride in the front seat of our car - this photo was for website picture purposes only.

Queen Sadie - five months



The Joy of Gardening

We have resided in our house on the hill for one year. With the purchase of our welcoming green house that sits up high on the cul de sac, we gained a beautiful and intimidating garden. With each previous house we have decided to make a home, I have created intricate and breathtaking landscapes in my head. And then reality intervened and well, either I did not have the income or I did not have the dedicated time or realistically, both. But, last April, when we settled into our lovely house in Cary, some of my visions came to fruition. We are now the proud owners of a double decked stone walled garden that constantly blooms. Doesn't that sound divine? Oh. My. Gosh. The weeds. The fertilizing. The pruning. The dead heading and no that does not mean following a Jerry Garcia Band around the country. The splitting of bulbs. The replanting. The mulch. The analyzing. The geometric shapes. Oh, why did I NOT pay attention to high school geometry?!? The realization hits me hard that I am so not a gardener but more someone who needs an income to afford a gardener and then take all the credit. Sigh. Right now, as I sit here typing these words, I am overlooking my beautiful garden in the dim glow of porch lights and a very unnatural computer glow and I have to say, "Job well done today!". The garden, at this very moment, is a sight to behold. And maybe, just maybe, I can do this whole gardening thing.

Our "Dr. Seuss"

Early in the spring we welcomed a bunch of tulips that blazed orange and yellow. The tall dancing flowers called people to look at our constant garden sunset. This week, Irises in various shades of pink, purple and blue purple stand proud and unwavering before their stems give way to the heavy blooms that lead them tragically to the ground. We have a delightful plant I have named Dr. Suess. I have no idea what type of species this beautiful creature belongs to, but she takes all spring to sprout and then she lasts for only two short days. She is tall, slender, whimsical and completely unique. We love her. We have butterfly bushes and trees. We have tiger lilies with baby buds. We have hydrangeas, tea roses and lavender. And we have lots of shrubs that I have yet to identify but add dimension and color to the landscape.
Today I spent a great deal of time in the garden. I have let our garden sit for a season so I can determine what I like, what I do not, what needs to be replanted, what needs to be removed and what needs to be added. The time today was completely therapeutic. The thick, husky scent of overturned dirt that imbedded itself underneath my nails and inside the wrinkled beds of skin on my hands. The sun warming my back and arms while beads of sweat bubbled up on my skin. For a day, I dug up weeds and unwanted plants. I wiped my brow. I stepped back studied the changes. I sketched in my head the possibilities of next year and I became excited. With every pull of a stubborn weed, I claimed new territory and exalted the beauty that God has bestowed in front of me. I am his servant after all, tending his world, his garden. My payment is the beauty that comes from the tending, the tilling, the toiling and the treading. And the simple discoveries. This morning, we found a small turtle taking refuge underneath the leaves of the purple blooming butterfly bush. I watched worms clinging to clumps of sod that came out with the roots of dandelions and other stubborn weeds. Butterflies fluttered and chased one another. Bees buzzed and hovered. Birds swooped. Salamanders scurried. And probably a few things I am glad I missed  that slithered, zipped and popped along.
I have a long way to go with our garden to make it my own. I would like to turn part of the area into a herb garden and maybe add some vegetables. The woman before me raised butterflies so her garden is filled with flowers, bushes and plants that attract those beautiful insects but my heart does not carry the same passion. Instead, I look forward to creating a new landscape for our house on the hill. One that tells the story of us and reminds me that in each of us lies a gardener waiting to joyfully bloom. Until we weed again......



The Joy of Be-YOU-tiful

A little reminder from a be-YOU-tiful group of women.

As the wise Dr. Seuss stated, "Today you are You, that is truer than true. There is no one alive who is Youer than You.". Yet, somehow, we all try to be someone else or be a better "me". We try to be neater. We try to be more stylish. We try to be more organic, healthier, funnier, wittier, Dyno-Mom, Hot Wife and best BFF EVER! We try to save more money than last month. We try to fold the laundry when the dryer buzzer calls us. We find ways to earn money without disturbing the family schedule. We try new recipes made with fresh ingredients served on real plates. We try to best Pinterest, post fun facts to Facebook and tweet itty bitty thoughts on Twitter. We try to diagnose Miley Cyrus and Lindsay Lohan. We bake cookies for playdates and dinners for new Moms because we are trying to be June Cleaver in the 21st Century. We pack lunches, prepare snacks, read books, review homework, attempt Common Core Math problems and sign permission slips. We try to be the most amazing co-worker, boss, manager on the planet. All while smiling prettily because gosh knows someone might be snapping their SmartPhone and pasting an Instagram photo of you with your skirt tucked in your underwear while waiting in line at the grocery store with the caption: "Yeah, this is real, people!". Sigh.
Guess what? You are being exactly who you should be because the world needs you, exactly as you were made. You are somebody's jelly to their peanut butter. You are somebody's tomato sauce to their spaghetti noodle. You are the missing piece to an amazing puzzle. Even on your worst day ever, you are exactly where you need to be cleaning up the messes that perhaps someone else made. Because you are you and you are to be loved, endeared and hugged...a lot.
Back in my career days at a creative event planning agency, we had weekly staff meetings to keep everyone current on what was happening in the office. I have to say, our ladies in charge did a good job of making sure things did not get stale in the board room. But one of my favorite times was when we were each given a blank strip of paper and the following instructions. We were to write our name at the top of the paper and then pass the paper to our left. When the strip of paper came to us with someone's else's name written on top, we were to write down our favorite quality about that person. Fold the paper up so our answer was hidden and pass to the left until our little piece of tightly folded paper slid back in front of us. We were not to open until we returned to our desk. Our agency was small - we had 10-12 full time employees and maybe an intern or two milling around our cubicles. And one male, so imagine the anticipation to move through the meeting quickly. Women have a hard time waiting to open up anything, much less a piece of paper with compliments listed. That was probably our fastest staff meeting in history. Before we adjourned, we were told this paper was not to go home. Not to be shoved in our wallets or purse. Not crumpled up and tossed in a waste can but to find a home in the top drawer of our desk so we could be reminded that even on our worst day, we had special qualities. And that someone thought enough of that unique quality to write it down - just for you.
I will tell you that piece of paper became tattered and worn and sadly, I have no idea where that quality list is hiding on this given day. But, as all of us know, we have our bad days when we feel unloved, unwanted, unforgiven, unknown and undone. Wouldn't it be nice to have a little list to remind us why we are special? Wouldn't it be nice to sit down and look at words that describe you and only you? Wouldn't it be nice to do that for someone you know - just out of the blue? Well, Mother's Day is just a few short days away. And just a fun little gift to think about sending, even if it's through email. We make those to do lists, those grocery lists, those errand lists and blah, blah, blah. Wouldn't it be fun to make a joyful list for someone else? Wouldn't it be fun to feel the joy spread through your heart as you remember all the wonderful things that makes this person "you"-nique? Special enough that their name made a very important list that will never be published for the world, but will be treasured like a first edition work of art. A list that everyone is dying to be on, truly.
As you end your day today, remember you are be-YOU-tiful. You are "YOU-nique". And as I overheard a woman say to her daughter the other day, "No boy should ever ask you to change. You were made special and someone out there will see that specialness and want to treasure you as God intended. You, darlin', are like no one else in this world. Don't ever forget that - ever.". I wanted to hug this Mom and let her know she was making the world a more be-YOU-tiful place. And I can't wait to tell my daughter these exact words - with a joyful heart, of course. So go on, let the be-YOU-tification project begin and remember: "Today you are YOU, that is truer than true. There is no one alive who is YOUER than You."

The Joy of Guacamole

The past two weeks, I have been reconnecting with my Texas friends via Facebook and getting a little homesick for all things Spring in Austin. Right now, it's Bluebonnet season and everyone is posting family pictures of their families nestled in the colorful blooms that grow along the roadside. In case you're not from the area, Bluebonnet photographs are a grand Spring tradition and one I kind of miss. People are already headed to Sweet Berry Farm in Marble Falls to pick the delectable strawberries, feed the farm animals, pick a bouquet of colorful flowers and enjoy a scoop or two of homemade strawberry ice cream. Another item I miss is the condiments like salsa, guacamole, queso, salsa verde, Tomatillo sauce, Boom-Boom sauce (served on my favorite Chicka-Chicka-Boom-Boom at Chuy's), smashed black bean or pinto refried beans and anything roasted. Oh my goodness, Austin has some great TexMex chow made with fresh, local ingredients. Try as I might, I cannot say we have a good Mexican restaurant in our area, even with the addition of Chuy's in Raleigh. The atmosphere and the food, for some reason, cannot be duplicated. I am often fond of saying, "Don't trust guacamole east of the Mississippi!" and the reason for that is the avocado. Guacamole has to be made with fresh, buttery soft, slight give to the touch avocados that are not easily found on the east coast. I remember sharing my guacamole recipe with my Mom and she said, "It does not taste like what you made when we visited.". Yup. It was the avocado. I tend to find avocadoes here to be hard and need to be placed in a brown paper bag to sit and ripen on my kitchen counter for a few days. But the taste is not the same because there is a bit of bitterness that comes with a slightly unripe avocado that was probably picked too early, but still sellable.
So in honor of our Texas roots (our son Josh is our one true Texan!), I am sharing my recipe for guacamole. This has been my staple recipe that I might spice up a bit now and again with different ingredients like roasted salsa, finely chopped cilantro or lime but not often do I deviate from this base recipe. The freshness has yet to disappoint and the recipe is frequently requested.
We serve guacamole with chips, on tacos, burritos, fajitas, Mexican pizza, quesadillas, sandwiches, salads, chopped veggies, pita chips or just scooped from the bowl with a spoon. YUM! And one of the most bizarre yet surprisingly delicious combos I have tried is courtesy of Thundercloud Subs in Austin. They make a Texas Tuna sub consisting of fresh albacore tuna salad, avocados, jalapeno peppers and cheese on a fresh whole wheat sub roll. I am already drooling. And yes, when I make tuna salad at home, I tend to add a bit of guacamole - bizarre but flavorful and a reminder of our time in the Lone Star State.
Life is too short not to enjoy the yummification of homemade guacamole! I hope you will enjoy this recipe with your family and friends rather soon. I think there is some basketball game on Monday night and also some golf thing in Augusta that people like to gather to watch. This will be a great addition to any potluck soiree.
 
Guacamole:

3 ripe avocados
1/2 cup chopped tomato
1/4 cup finely chopped onion (red onion is divine)
1 jalapeno pepper, finely chopped (I leave the seeds   intact but for a milder taste, remove seeds)
1 T lemon juice
1 t salt
Freshly ground pepper

Cut each avocado in half and remove seed from avocado. Scoop out pulp into bowl. Mash until avocado is desired consistency. Add chopped tomato, onion, pepper, lemon juice and salt. Stir gently until well blended. Grind pepper on top.

***Many people have been surprised that I do not add cilantro to my recipe and the reason is cilantro is a love it or hate it ingredient. Please feel free to have a side dish of finely chopped cilantro on hand that your guests may sprinkle on top.***

If you have a favorite TexMex condiment recipe, please feel free to share in the comments section. I am always searching for new recipes to joyfully test in my family kitchen. Y'all enjoy, now!

The Joy of Spring Break

For the Traditional Calendar schools in the Wake County Public School System, we are enjoying Spring Break this week. Because of all the higgledy-piggledy weather we have endured this Winter, our vacation started today instead of Friday. That's ok with me because our Spring Breaks are literally brakes. We stop. We veg out. We eat junk food. We hang out in our pajamas. We watch TV, movies and play on the Wii. We play Legos, create with the Rainbow Loom, play countless outdoor games and plant some bulbs in our much neglected garden. We take slow walks. We do not follow a schedule and we don't make iron clad plans. We kind of "play it by ear" as my Mom-in-Law often says. 
We are excited to take a quick trip to visit Grammy, Papa and Aunt Cathy this week. We will stop on the way down and visit our dear friend, Sheri, who lives in Greenville, NC and is affectionately known as "The Other Woman". She loves my husband to pieces and tolerates me. Just kidding, sort of. Sheri has been watching over David since he was an elementary school lad who bonded with her son, Chris, over football, basketball, and baseball and later, bars, babes, beers and beaches. Chris departed our lives much too early but Sheri remains tightly ingrained in our family tree.


Spring Break Whoop!

Grammy and I chatted about things we could do when we come down to Chocowinity and we happily decided we will see what each day brings. Sadie will be joining us this week, so her schedule will most likely dictate our schedule. But the beauty of these kinds of visits are all the possibilities that lie before us. We can stroll along the beautiful river in Little Washington, watching the boats dock and imagining the trips we would take on our pretend vessel. We can go to Scoops for an ice cream treat. We can go to Goose Creek to walk the trails, watch the wildlife and welcome the season change. We can take Sadie to the dog park to frolic among her furry friends. We can play imagination games with Aunt Cathy (who is sheer genius with her ability in this area). We can sit on the back deck, watching the birds and squirrels visit the bird feeders. We can wave to the optimistic golfers that drive off the 15th tee and hope they miss the sand traps, gullies and water that taunt the people chasing a little, white, dimpled ball. We can play Monkey in the Middle, football, soccer, catch or tag in the front yard. We can visit Mr. Macho, or Mr. Nacho as Josh says, a sweet miniature Grey Hound that lives across the street. We can play telephone at the dinner table and laugh ourselves breathless. Or we can just sit and visit. Pretty sure that's not a viable option, but an option nevertheless.
My neighbors have a toddler and an infant in their care. This past weekend the husband enjoyed a boys' trip to Vegas while Mom stayed home with the children. On Sunday, she popped over for a bit and I asked her how things were going. She smiled and said, "I know he's is enjoying himself." She was quiet and then added, "And I am enjoying the break from our daily schedule, too. I have napped when the children nap. I have watched TV without guilt. We have just gone with the flow.". They had put on the brakes. And they were happy. Granted, they will be just as happy when Daddy returns, but an alteration to our schedule is sometimes a much needed happy boost. When we don't watch the clock, when we are not slaves to a jam packed schedule, when we release our responsibilities and allow the joy of laid back living to seep in, when we just say today, "We are going to play it by ear.". And a whoosh of relief covers your body and your soul.
So, as I look forward to an unscheduled and mostly unplanned week, I notice the built up stress is slowly leaving my shoulders. I feel a smile sneak upon my face. I close my eyes, stretch my arms out slowly over my head, breathe deeply and hear the rising sounds of children with too much time on their hands. Ah, the downside to putting on the schedule brakes, but this too shall pass. And within a few moments, we will be on our way to writing our own story of Spring Break 2014. Let the fun begin!