Easter Photo Shoot

Reason #875 that I love my family:  Because they are just as dorky as I am. 

 

*This post is also being used as my Project 52: Glimpse into Motherhood post.

Because to me motherhood is smiling in front of a cameras self-timer.

The tragedy of the carpet man.

He knocked on the door right as the kids and I were finishing up Operation: Fine! You Don’t Have to Wear a Coat but You at Least Need to Put Shoes On.  He was there to measure for our new carpet {fist bump}.  I showed him were to do the measuring then excused myself to check on the kids who were now outside playing.  Coatless AND shoeless, in case you’re wondering.  He was a friendly gentleman - teased with the kids, told me all about his new carpet measuring thingamajig, complemented me on our teak floor and laughed openly when he came outside just as I was trying to impress Brynlee with a flip on the trampoline.  Oh heaven help me.

As I followed him back upstairs to discuss our current carpet pad situation he pointed to my collage of family photos hanging on the wall, “You have a beautiful family.  You know that, right?”  I thanked him and we continued talking carpet.  It was a conversation with numerous interruptions.  Jace decided he wanted his coat and shoes on after all.  Brynlee asked if she could have some strawberries.  Jace needed to use the potty.  Brynlee decided she wanted her coat and shoes on after all.  Brynlee and Jace had a squabble over the yellow swing and Jace used his teeth as a weapon.  There were tears.  You know. . . the usual interruptions.

As he was getting ready to leave, and with yet another interruption, he made a comment that caught me by surprise. “You are so blessed.  Whatever you do don’t ever do anything to screw this up.”  I’m sure I looked at him strange.  I mean, I had to of; that’s just not a comment you expect to hear from the carpet measuring dude. 

Then he told me his story:  He was raised a good kid.  Served an LDS mission.  Came home.  Met and married the love of his life.  Graduated from college.  Got a good job.  Had two beautiful children.  Life was all he dreamt it should be.

And then he was introduced to cocaine.  He became severely addicted.  Suddenly all he cared about was his next fix.  He lost his job.  His house.  And eventually, his wife and his kids {who were 3 and 5 at the time}.  Then, while high on cocaine, he was involved in a shoot-out with the police and all but lost his right arm.

They were able to fix his arm – to an extent.  It’s stiff, robotic, can’t be raised above shoulder level.  Years later he fought his cocaine addiction, and won.  He’s a recovering cocaine addict – clean for three years.  He was able to find a new job.  A new place to live.  But his family?  His wife?  His kids who are now 15 and 13?  He’s lost them forever.  He will never get back the years he missed out on.  Never, ever.

“Ya’know Kimberlee, he said while moving his bum arm in my direction, his voice cracking, I’d give my right arm.  My left arm.  And both my legs if only I could get it back.  If only I could raise my kids as I should have.  If only I would have treated my wife right.  If only I’d never found cocaine.  That’s years of my children’s life that I will NEVER be able to get back.  Like I said. . . you are so blessed.  You have a beautiful family, you have everything.  Whatever you do DON’T EVER SCREW THIS UP.  Don’t EVER screw this up.”

I thanked him for measuring for carpet, for sharing his story and then sent him on his way.  I ran outside and hugged my kids.  Tightly.  Called Spence and told him I loved him.  Because the carpet man is right, I have everything, indeed.  I’m living my very own fairy tale.  I am so blessed.  I.  HAVE.  EVERYTHING. 

And honestly, so do you.  And whatever you do DON’T EVER SCREW THIS UP.  Just don’t. 

If I do one thing right in this world I hope it to be this - I hope to never, ever screw this up.

XOXO

*This post is also being used as my Project 52: Glimpse into Motherhood post.

Because to me motherhood is being fully aware that with family you have everything.

Photo Album: Brynlee's Rainbow Party

Giving credit:

*Strawberry skewer toppers printed from here.

*Idea for pot-o-gold birthday invite from here.

*Rainbow cake recipe and idea from here.

*Easter grass supplied by this punk.  Love ya, Kali Jo!

*Cake made by Miranda.  Most photos were also taken by Miranda.  All the good ones anyway. . . I took the rest.  She also helped decorate and brainstorm.  Have I mentioned how cool Miranda is?  Because seriously, way cool.

*Piñata hung by Spencer.  I believe in dividing up birthday party labor equally.  Spencer was in charge of hanging up the piñata, chillin’ with Jace {who wasn’t a bit interested in joining in on the party} and cleaning up the Easter grass.  And I did the rest.  I considered responsibilities split right down the middle.  There was a crap load of Easter grass, people.  And just for the record, Spence started a tater tot on fire during the par-tay.  Little tiny tater-tot fire in our oven.  No joke.

*This post is also being used as my Project 52: Glimpse into Motherhood post.

Because to me motherhood is fourteen hundred million hours scanning the grocery ailes to find rainbow loot. 
And motherhood is also a big ole' scissor blister on your right hand from crafting all things rainbow. 

Oh My Quotable Friday: Snowball

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*This post is being used as my Project 52: Glimpse into Motherhood post.

Because to me motherhood is not caring that you get a snowball thrown in your face as long as you get a good photo of it.

*and more about oh my quotable friday here

what the...?!?

If only I had a nickel for every time that bathroom mirrors been licked. . .

. . . I’d have at least five cents!

*This post is being used as my Project 52: Glimpse into Motherhood post.

Because to me motherhood is washing the mirror for the third time this week.

Life lessons I’ve learned from my boy.

Be your own BFF.  Talk to yourself.

If you don’t get the answer you were looking for ask again.  And again.  And again!

There is always room for one more hotdog.

Everyone needs a hero.  That’s why God made dads.

Don’t just narrate.  Act it out!

Don’t like the rules?  Keep playing and pretend you didn’t hear them.

Buying stock in Lysol wipes isn’t a bad idea.

Everything’s better with sound effects.

Nothing is cuter than a tiny bum in Superman underwear.  Period.

Nursery is for the weak.  Do not succumb.

Couches are for jumping, countertops for walking, and parents for climbing.

Play superheroes like no one is watching.

Life’s short.  Hang out naked.

Care to share?  What life lessons have you learned from the little people in your life?

*This post is being used as my Project 52: Glimpse into Motherhood post.

Because to me motherhood is learning life lessons from your children.