That House in the Neighborhood

When we first moved into out house in the suburbs, I wasn’t sure how I’d like living so far out from the city. Having lived in a city for the past, oh, 20 years, I was used to the hustle and bustle and living within walking distance to a variety of restaurants and bars.

Then came the kids and the “walking” to our local establishments became a process. It was still fun and convenient, but the ease part of that equation was now missing. And there is no, “go outside and don’t come in til dinnertime!” when you live on a busy main road. I mean, that my kids were 3 and 1 was also a factor, but I also didn’t see it as something that would occur in the near future. If my kids wanted to go outside and play, I would need to go with them.

So off to the suburbs we went. Now the prospect of throwing my kids outside and having them find their own fun was a reality. Except there were no other kids visibly outside for them to play with.

But then…a family moved in across the street with a similar, “go outside and don’t come back til the streetlights come on!” mentality.

I saw a girl near-ish Mahlie’s age, scootering down the sidewalk, by herself. No adult.

“QUICK! Get your scooter, go outside and introduce yourself!” The possibility of a partner in cul de sac crime was imminent.

Since then, a wonderful friendship has grown and my girls are out gallivanting with the neighbors with minimal adult interference. There has been the occasional pine cone throwing  misadventure leading to a poked eye, a less than pleased neighbor that received an apology note from my kids for all kinds of trespassing on her property, but overall my ideal neighborhood situation was emerging.

My husband and I always said we’d be fine with all the kids gathering in our yard. We’d know where they are and there would be someone else to keep them occupied.

Yesterday I had the picture perfect experience. My girls were super disappointed that mommy was no longer keeping her promise to go to the pool all day because oh my gosh long weekends are long. So we put out a sprinkler and I said all the neighborhood kids could come.

And come they did. A sprinkler on the law during the summer is like a Bat Signal to kids. They converged from up and down the cul de sac, lugging their towels, asking for goggles (for the sprinkler?) and squirt guns. Some parents came along and I got out extra chairs and we had an impromptu gathering in the driveway. Some parents looked at me in that knowing way and I immediately gave the invite; “feel free to leave them here- we’re good if you need to go do something.”

For 2 hours my kids had water fights and water chases and water battles. I got to spend more than 5 minutes sitting down.

I’m good with being “that house” in the neighborhood.

Have a great crazy day!

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The Fancy Dress

Getting dressed for school is always a  disaster, debacle, rage inducing experience challenge.

Parents everywhere are spitting out their coffee yelling, “YES!” in solidarity with this statement.

First, when your child is still young enough to not have an opinion about what to wear, there is the issue of tiny buttons. Tiny buttons for big adult hands or too small fasteners for aging eyes. It is impossible. There is yelling and crying and cursing and shouting.

Then, when your child has opinions and wants to choose her own outfits, you get something like this:

Or this:

Or this:

There was a time when my kids would match. There was a time when my kids looked put together. There was a time when I would care. That time has passed. I don’t care if it matches or is even appropriate for the weather. Whatever they have on when it is time to leave, that is what they are wearing. Halloween costume in March? Be my guest. A dress AND a skirt? Sure, looking great.

But one thing I drew the line at was The Fancy Dress.

My girls, believe me, have plenty of clothes. They have choices up the wazoo of dresses and clothes that are fine to wear to school, get dirty, get torn, get lost, etc. So I started hiding the fancy dresses, the ones saved for “special” events, in the back of the closet. I would hide packages that came in with fancy dresses. I got play dresses and day dresses and I don’t care if this comes back covered in mud dresses.

But all Sarah wanted were: fancy dresses. Fancy dresses that are pretty and beautiful. And twirl. They must twirl.

So. I bought fancy dresses. Fancy dresses that twirl. Fancy dresses that are a step up in price from Target but made well enough that when they are washed from all the getting muddy, they will not fall apart.

From a child’s point of view, EVERY day is a special day deserving of a fancy dress. Now I have a certain special little person who fancies herself a fancy dress every day who is VERY happy.

Thanks to Zulily, my favorite discount website, these super cute Llum dresses, that are typically far beyond my “these are everyday fancy dresses that are most likely going to have a short shelf life” budget, were affordable.

Now my sassy Sarah can flounce off to school looking super fancy and feeling super happy. And I’m not going to be stressing over her getting her “special outfits” dirty.

It’s time we ditched saving fancy dresses for special occasions. Let them wear dresses with snow boots when they go geocaching. Let them wear tulle on a regular ole Tuesday. Crazy, you say?

Yep. That is my life.

 

Have a great crazy day!

 

 

What’s Better On Valentine’s Day Than A Little Bit Of Mr. Darcy?

Valentine’s Day has turned into a commercial mess.

Cards and candy and jewelry and overpriced dinners that you enjoy with a room full of 100 other strangers. Romantic, eh?

You know what is romantic?

Mr. Darcy.

That’s right, Mr. Darcy of Jane Austen’s “Pride and Prejudice”.

Jane Austen, the mother of the rom-com, creator of chic-lit, master of love and chivalry.

Sigh.

So this Valentine’s Day Eve, I bring to you, 10 shining moments of Mr. Darcy.

You are welcome. (*I apologize to my sis-in-law Tricia for not using the Colin Firth Darcy, but this version of P & P is my favorite).

10. Flirting, Mr. Darcy style.

9. She went to Pemberly. He was home.

8. Compliments, back in the good ole days.

7. Coming to his senses. Unrequited.

 

6.That first dance. Not quite today’s pop music Valentine’s Day teen angst dances.

5. Just…yes. I’ll take this scene over any 50 Shades….

4. They should bring back this phrase.

3. Arguing in the rain is a lost art….

2. First Proposal. Even though he was turned down, damn. My favorite scene.

 

1. Second, more successful proposal.

Bonus:

Have a great crazy day!

Friday’s Photo Finish: It’s Picture Day!

picture dayToday is picture day at Noggin’s day care. She is all outfitted in the cutest get up she got for Christmas from her Auntie Brick. She was so darn cute, and keeping the hat on!, that I had to take a picture before we left because we all know what can happen at picture day. This picture doesn’t even do justice to the cute little sheep design on her little dress and omg it just makes my heart smile (if that were possible).

This comes at a very good time because I don’t have A SINGLE PICTURE printed out of Noggin.

That’s right. NOT.ONE.

Don’t get me wrong, just look through my Facebook feed , my twitter photo’s, my Instagram,  and there are pictures GALORE of my sweet love face.

But as for actual photos framed and in the house, or wallet sized pictures given out to family?

Not a single one.

In all fairness we don’t have any pictures of Sweets framed in the house after around 1 1/2. So basically I am failing both of my kids in the area of photo display.

I have high hopes for this picture day for Noggin and getting my first frameable photo up in the house!

Have a great crazy day!

Shameless Sharing…of Me.

Ever want to get even MORE of My Special Kind of Crazy??

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Don’t worry- I don’t post or tweet a bazillion times a day where you’d start to pull your hair out screaming “I don’t want to know what she had for dinner and what her daughter’s poop looked like!”.

I post 2-3 times a week over on my blog during the week. I do not typically post on weekends because I am spending time with the kiddo’s and Pi. I tend to be more active on Twitter and Instagram on the weekend, because that’s about all the time I have before one the the kids finds the Halloween candy stash or makes a mad dash (or slowish crawl) up the stairs.

In the 8 months since I’ve started this blog I’ve had a lot of fun sharing my crazy family moments and I look forward to sharing even more. Now that Noggin is starting to talk (well, she says “dog” over and over again) and is close to wrecking havoc in the house starting to walk and Sweets is starting to show some real personality, I am sure they will keep me stocked with stories to tell.

And to mom- most of the posts will probably be what I already told you in our Sunday morning conversations. But keep following me anyways. And stop telling me about my typos….I KNOW!!!! ARRGGGH!

Have a great crazy day!