Monthly Archive for June, 2009

Band-Aid® Couture

I have a writing piece up and running at Mile High Mamas, the parenting blog of The Denver Post today!

Today marks the 2nd anniversary of a big event around here. The above photo has something to do with it, as does my latest writing piece at Mile High Mamas today.

I wonder what it could be?

Go check it out! The comments are closed here, but I’d love to hear what you have to say over there!

Doesn’t seem fair…does it?

How is it that naps and time-outs are wasted on little kids who don’t appreciate them? I’d love to take a nap right now, and I’m *this close* to being naughty so that I can have some time to myself.


Trying not to panic

Wednesday, my husband went to my salon to get his hair trimmed.  Claire and I went with him, because his appointment was going to be late enough that we could just go out to dinner right afterwards.

As he gets checked in, I peeked around the corner to see Kelli, my stylist.  She wasn’t standing at her station, and I wasn’t even sure if she was working today.  She’d teased me the last time we were in with my husband that I never come to visit her.

So, Claire and I went to the front desk and asked the nice lady standing there if Kelli was in today.

“Oh, Kelli doesn’t work here anymore,” she said.

“WHAT!?” I gasped.  “I have an appointment with her on Friday!  What do you mean she doesn’t work here anymore!?”

“AND WAS ANYONE GOING TO TELL ME!?” I screamed in my head.

“Oh…they are…in the process…of calling everyone?” she said hesitantly.  I could see the panic in her eyes as she looked at the computer.

“So, who am I seeing on Friday?” I asked, trying to remain calm.  I took a deep breath.

She couldn’t find me on the schedule.  I saw the panic on her face get a little bigger.  I tried really hard to remain calm.

Kelli had moved to a salon downtown, and no one bothered to tell me.  Where they going to?  Would I have shown up on Friday and had an appointment?  I have to have an appointment on this Friday, because that’s the only one my husband has off between now and when we leave on our next trip.  Who would watch Claire!?  The what-ifs were swirling in my head.

There were three stylists available near the time-slot I had originally chosen with Kelli.  The nice woman behind the counter suggested one, so I booked it.

All through dinner that evening, I was dazed.  I can’t believe Kelli is gone.  Yes, I could figure out which salon she went to and drive down there, but still.  I got no warning, and I was shocked.

So, this afternoon, I get to retrain a stylist.  Gone are the days of walking in and saying, “Hey!  How’s it goin’?  Yep, I’d like the same thing,” and knowing I’d get it.  I’ve even changed things up with Kelli, and she just knew what I meant when I talked.  Do you know how lucky it is to find a stylist like that?

I understand that in the grand scheme of things, this isn’t a big deal.  (I’m pretty sure this classifies as one of those “First World Problems.”)  But, I don’t handle this type of change well.  In the past, it’s always worked to my advantage, so I’m hoping the same will ring true this afternoon.

And if not?  Eh…it’s hair.  It will grow.  Right?  I mean, it’s not like I’m going to be in any wedding photos in a week.  Oh, right!  I am!

Change is the only constant, and sometimes its timing is uncanny.


Cactus in Bloom

I love the cactus in our backyard. If I’ve said it once, I’ve said it a thousand times. I love this cactus.

Every year, we wait for it. We wait for the explosion of color. Every year, we gasp when we see it, never fully expecting it.

Yesterday, Claire and I spotted it from the kitchen window at exactly the same moment, so we took Glenda out to check it out.

It’s breathtaking.
It’s intense.
It’s magical.
It’s almost too beautiful to be real.

But, it is.
And, it’s back.

I love it!

How do ya like them apples? They didn’t. They were confiscated.

It’s time for another installment in The Great Road Trip of May 2009 Adventure Saga! It may have been in May, but it just seems like yesterday. We were gone for 12 wonderful days, and I love reliving our adventures!!

You can read about the route we took and our adventures up to this point:

After our stay at The Grand Canyon, we headed to the next destination on our map: California! I have wanted to visit California for as long as I can remember. My husband visited as a child and has had some business trips there, but I just have never had a chance to go. Now that one of my sisters lives there, and my husband had some time-off to burn, this was the perfect excuse to go!

The drive from the canyon was going smoothly, and we switched drivers after a while. It was my turn to drive. We joked that with Momma driving, we’d get there even faster! (But, for the record, I tried to keep things somewhat on the legal side of the speedometer.) 😉

Still, with every mile, we were getting closer to California, and we couldn’t wait!

Off in the distance, I could see a checkpoint of sorts.

“Is that Border Patrol?” I asked, excited to have reached the border…finally!

“Oh no. Our apples!” my hubby said under his breath.

“What? What about our apples?” I asked. “What does Border Patrol have to do with our apples?”

“I don’t think they’re labeled. Oh well. I forgot all about that,” he said.

“Forgot about what?” I asked, my interest piqued.

“You can’t bring unlabeled fruits or vegetables into California,” he said. “And, I think I bought the organic ones this time. There’s no way they’ll let them in…I totally forgot about that.”

“WHAT’S WRONG WITH OUR APPLES!?” Claire calls from the backseat.

“Nothing, Claire, but California has rules. We’ll just tell them about the apples, and they’ll decide what to do.”

“ARE THEY GONNA TAKE OUR APPLES!?” Claire asks, obviously concerned. She loves these apples. I love that she loves these apples.

“Probably, Claire,” Daddy says. “But, that’s okay. We’ll get more apples.”

It’s our turn, so I pull up, roll down the window and smile at the agent.

“Where are you coming from?” the agent asks politely.

“Originally, Colorado, but most recently, The Grand Canyon,” I answer.

“Do you have any fruits or vegetables in the car?”

“Actually, we do. We have some apples from Colorado in the cooler. Do you want me to pop the trunk?”

“Yes, thank you.”


“It’s okay, Claire. Don’t yell. They’re just doing their jobs. Even if they take the apples, we’ll be fine. It’s no big deal.”

“Ooooh, five green apples. Scary!” I think to myself.

Sure enough, the five green apples had no stickers. They were promptly confiscated and thrown away. Or, maybe someone had them for lunch. I didn’t actually see them go in the trash. 😉

We were sad to see our five little green rejected apples go, but at least the agents were nice about it. We didn’t cause a ruckus, so we were allowed to proceed to California, albeit sans apples.

As we continued into California, we turned on a highway that was stretched out through the desert, for as far as we could see. The road was undulating, curving up and down in waves and dips. It was wild to see and even crazier to drive on! You would see a car coming toward you, and it would disappear, and then reappear again, and then disappear as though swallowed by the earth. It would reappear again at the crest of another hill.

This road was like a roller coaster! Talk about a wild ride!  Claire was entertained to no end, and we all had fun, as was evident by the whoas, whees, and ooooohhhhs that accompanied each dip and wave.  To be honest, I was glad I was driving, because I’m not sure my stomach could have handled the ride as well from the passenger seat!

As we got closer and closer to the coast, we started to get a glimpse of the ocean. We saw our first palm tree.  Our visions of what California was were turning into reality.

After a long day of driving, we made it to our hotel.  More of our adventures in California were just moments away from beginning, and we couldn’t wait.

Stay tuned for the next installment! But, I’ll give you a hint: It was all we’d hoped it would be…and more!

Fun & Easy Homemade Ice Cream!

A couple weeks ago, one of the activities we did with the kids in our Moms’ Club was to make Homemade Ice Cream. The ingredients were simple. The instructions were easy, and I couldn’t believe the results!

On Saturday, we hosted a party and decided to do this there, too!

Again, the results were amazing, so I’m going to share with you!

Here is the recipe for making Fun & Easy Homemade Ice Cream:

Items You’ll Need

  • Rock Salt (we use the kind that goes in a water softener or ice cream maker)
  • Ice
  • Vanilla
  • Milk
  • Sugar
  • Gallon Ziploc® Bags* (one for each person)
  • Quart Ziploc® Bags* (one for each person)

*any brand of similar storage bag is fine!

In a Quart Bag

  • Pour in:
    1 Cup of Milk (we use whole, because that’s what we have here)
    1/2 teaspoon Vanilla
    2 Tablespoons Sugar
  • Seal up the Quart Bag.

In a Gallon Bag

  • Pour in:
    1 tray of ice cubes (or equivalent amount)
    1 Cup of Rock Salt
  • Place the sealed Quart Bag inside the Gallon Bag with the ice and salt, and seal it tightly.
  • Shake!
    Shake, shake, shake, shake!
    Shake some more!
  • Shake this for 5 to 10 minutes or until the contents of the Quart Bag are the consistency you desire.  Every time I’ve done this, I wished I had my gloves on, because the bag gets REALLY COLD. This is the PERFECT activity for a really hot day!  With older kids, I’m sure you could make up relay games or other fun stuff to do while shaking the bags.  For us, as much fun as it is to shake-shake-shake, my 3-year old loses interest pretty quickly, and I always finish the process for her.  🙂
  • When the ice cream is the thickness you like, either eat it out of the Quart Bag or dump the ice cream into a bowl…

…and enjoy your Fun & Easy Homemade Ice Cream!

Not so anonymous anymore

When I started this blog, I was completely anonymous. You can read about some of my decision to do that by reading this post.

Well, it’s been almost two years since I started this little blog. July 22nd will be the official 2-year mark! Over the last two years, I’ve slowly started lifting the veil of anonymity and if you follow my posts at The Denver Post’s parenting blog, Mile High Mamas, you already know what I look like and my first name!

(The decision to make that leap into the real world was a hard one, but I’m so glad I did! I can’t wait to see what other opportunities are around the corner!)

AND, articles I’ve written have been published in our local YourHub section of the newspaper. I cannot describe to you the thrill of seeing my name in print!

Here is the latest one! You can read the full review (and others!) here.

A lot of people in my real world know that I blog, not to mention the 375+ people who follow me on my personal Facebook account.

This weekend, I took things to another level. I joined some of my blog-to-real-life friends for a meet up in Boulder. I had so much fun! It was awesome putting faces with twitter IDs and blog personalities!

And, they decided to take a video of all the people there! What a great idea! (Holly, thanks!!) Whew, it’s a good thing I’m starting to get used to this whole not-so-anonymous-anymore thing… 😉

See if you recognize anyone!


Here is the link if the above video doesn’t work:

Screaming Bloody Murder

This morning, a police cruiser did not stop by my house. A kind, good samaritan neighbor did not come knocking. No one even checked to see if we were okay.

From the outside, you would have thought a murder was being committed. The screaming, the high-pitched wails, the sounds of a ruckus, were a sure sign.

Did anyone notice? No.

Surely all this screaming is indicative of something dreadful, right?

Of a murder? Of some form of attack?


It was just time to put clothes on and go to the park.

Did you know that a skirt and shirt outfit is not the same as a dress? You did? So did I, but I don’t care. The dress a certain someone wanted to wear was dirty, and silly ol’ me thought a skirt and shirt combo would suffice.

I was wrong.

I could take this time to explain the intricate details to you, about how I really didn’t have a choice in the matter because we were already running late, but you’d shake your head and wonder how something as simple as an outfit could cause such strife. Unless you’ve been there, you really have no idea.

In the end, I won the battle. She put on the clothes and continued the full-blown meltdown in the car. I couldn’t threaten to take away this playdate for her behavior, because she needed this playdate. I needed this playdate.

By the time we got to the park, no one could tell that there’d been a terrible crime committed at our house. I just hope I can get all this blood out of the carpet.


Stop to smell the roses

The roses are in full bloom!  We have wonderful roses climbing up our chimney, and they’ve finally burst into bloom.  One of Claire’s favorite things is to admire the roses.  (I took the above photo with Glenda, and as you can see, Claire takes smelling the roses very seriously.)

I hear that’s good advice, you know:  Stop and smell the roses.  We do, and they’re right!  It makes the day just that much better.


Mobile post

I am writing this from Glenda, my new and trusty BlackBerry. This will be the first ever mobile post.

I wonder if this will work?

Let’s try this out, shall we?

Leave me a comment letting me know if this looks okay on your end.

If this works, the possibilities could be endless…