A friend who I know from my bookclub days had triplets back in January. Three times the cute little fingers and toes and bellies. It was a pleasure getting to capture these little faces. :)
(That's a lot of bottles!)
Monday, June 18, 2012
Friday, June 15, 2012
linked 52: father
My Dad. A few things about my dad:
He doesn't do anything half-way. He gives everything he's into 150%. The lengthy list has included: gymnastics, swimming, running, karate, skiing, biking, yoga and photography. (I'm sure I've forgotten something...) He's kinda done it all.
He worked his entire career at Boeing as an aeronautical engineer. Even though he's retired, he's still an engineer. ;-)
It used to drive me crazy how he'd always tell my brother and me that we could get straight As in school in high school and college. But I now realize that he was right. He was really trying to teach us was that we were and still are capable of doing anything, if we work hard for it. Really, he is living proof of this if you read the first item on this list. Work hard and you can achieve anything.
He's the person I get the talkative gene from.
He worked very hard all of those years at the Big B, so as to give my brother and me the best he could offer in life. He provided both my brother and me with a college education, believing as I do, that the greatest thing you can do for your children is give them an education. I didn't really realize how great a gift this really was until I was out of college and heard of friends having to start paying on loans or how friends had to pay their own way through college. An amazing gift.
He's the funny one in the family. Don't get me wrong, he can be very serious and a wee bit stern at times. But most of the time he's the one who's helping me laugh about something I'm being far too uptight about. My brother gets the funny gene from my dad.
He knows what he wants. I used to think this was a bad thing when I was a kid, but now that I'm older I have learned from him that knowing what you want is a great thing.
He is honest. Again, this is another one that I didn't really care for when I was a kid living at home. But now I get it. In certain settings I am not afraid to speak my mind or tell people the hard things they might not want to hear.
He's really organized and really good at explaining things in great detail.
He reads directions and isn't afraid to look at a map.
My dad has taught me so many things in the past 38 years. This is just a small sampling of the lengthy list I could write. He was and is still there for my brother and me. He would do absolutely anything for us if need be. And that's really is all a daughter could ask for. Knowing your childhood provider and protector is still there for you as an adult - an amazing gift of love.
Oh, and that little guy on his shoulders? He's the last in the line of people with Roth in their name. Max Roth Meisgeier shares his name with my dad's grandfather, Max Roth. My dad is 500% into that little guy. Believe me, if you could see the thousands (I kid you not) of photos of Max on my dad's external hard drive, you'd spend days looking at photos. Maybe even a week. And my dad would have stories to tell about each photo, and a HUGE grin on his face.
Dad, a thousand thanks will never be enough for all that you have done for me.
I love you.
(This photo was pulled from the archives. Last summer I think.)
52 Linked 2012 A new theme every week.
Thursday, June 14, 2012
hey, remember that one june morning when it was sunny for an hour?...
Well, Sammy took full advantage of it.
She's a smart girl.
(And ironically, despite the sarcastic title of this post, it is sunny today.)
Saturday, June 9, 2012
linked 52: party (aka: the week I spent with mcdreamy & friends))
They left last Sunday afternoon. Eric took Max up to Seattle with him this past week. Max got to spend the week with Omi & Opa (Meisgeiers) and Gma & Gda (Roths) while Eric worked in Seattle. Dare I say my week was blissful?...I was desperate for a break.
A few things I learned during my week alone:
1. I did not - even for one moment - miss hearing the sound of my voice nagging Max to do this or that, or stop doing this or that, or get clothes on, or eat, or wash hands, or stop bugging the dog.
2. My natural tendency is toward the lazy end of the continuum. I spent one whole day in my PJs watching Greys Anatomy DVDs.(Side note: I still dislike George O'Malley. Izzie is still annoying. I have grown to love Bailey. And McDreamy is so much cuter than McSteamy. I watched all of season three!)
3. Even with no one around, I still occasionally want to talk. So I just talked to Sammy a bit more than normal. I think she liked it.
4. Silence is nice. Very nice.
5. I "do" being alone pretty well. Maybe too well. I could have gone the entire week and not talked to anyone or done anything with anyone and would've been just fine. (I'm a cancer the crab - I like to retreat to the safety of my little shell.)
6. Five nights in my own bed - ALL night with no little person coming to get me to get in my bed or have me follow him to his bed = HEAVENLY!
7. My list of social activities included: dinner and photo walk with Barbara, dinner with my brother and his new fiancee, drinks with a girlfriend Thursday night, and photos of triplets Friday. A fun week.
8. A little piece of me misses my single, child-free days.
9. A much larger piece of my really missed my little Maxwell. :)
My week long "me" party was nice. It was so desperately needed. I'm hoping it will be like rebooting my computer after weeks of encountering the blue screen of death. I'm hoping to start anew with a better attitude towards parenting and keeping my stress level in check.
Fairly certain this will become an annual event. ;)
Thursday, June 7, 2012
Wednesday, June 6, 2012
52 linked: looking in.
I spend a lot of time looking in. Maybe too much time. I get stuck in my head and just spin on that little hamster wheel like it's going out of style. Round and round I go... I'm an endless supply of internal questioning. And I've got ruminating down pat.
Lately I've spent time on that wheel worrying about the little guy in my life and his behavior. He talks back, and talks back big time. He gets very angry about little things. It feels like he doesn't respect me. I feel like I've become "that" mom with "that" kid - you know the one - the one you see talking back to his mom or dad, the one making the scene and getting angry in public. And to be quite honest I'm embarrassed by it all, and I don't know what to do or where to start. I'm paying the price for not doing the hard work of tough discipline when he was younger. I am partly to blame for his monsterish moments. And I know that if I don't hurry-up and do the tough work now, things won't get any better and might get worse. He's a smart kid. I know all moms say that, but really, he's going to keep me on my toes. Even his speech therapist agrees. He's smart and cute and so, so sweet. And I'd like to wrap him up in a huge hug and just never let go. I wish I could make all of the struggles of growing-up go away. Being five is hard work. And it's got to be hard to deal with us big people telling him what to do or what not to do. Yep, even weeks shy of 39, growing up is tough.
So that's where I've been lately.
Looking in.
In my head.
Spinning 'round and 'round...thinking about my son.
I'm exhausted and I don't know what to do most days.
So I just keep spinning...
(Max was upset because Dad had let Sammy out to go potty and Sammy took-off. He thought his doggy was gone forever and never coming back. Luckily Gda - my dad - was there to comfort him.)
52 Linked 2012 A new theme every week.
Tuesday, June 5, 2012
slice of life: and you wonder why it's been so rainy...
Opening an umbrella inside is a lot like washing your car: guaranteed rain.
(My Dorito face boy.)
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