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It's a nice comfortable place of warm memories for some, and not so much with others. I guess it all depends on your perspective. For me, it's a place where I can relax a bit. I don't have to be “on” in a way. I can be goofy, completely unprofessional, moody, and my socks don't have to match. I love socks. I always wear socks, but they rarely match. It's to the point of if I see a matching pair it's a genuine surprise! That might annoy you, I used to be annoyed with things like that too. Now I just get annoyed with things like off centered handles on IKEA cabinets lol. I would get so very frustrated because, “Goodness, can't I just have ONE matching pair!?” thinking it's just wrong for them not to match. Well I actually can not pin down the that “pivotal moment” that I got a clue to let it go. It's pretty small in the grand scheme of life. It's become a thing that no one pays attention to now anyway. Everyone knows that Mom's socks never (rarely) match. One day I was outside and my neighbor asked me,<br />
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Today was picture day. As a parent I thoroughly enjoyed watching them go through this. I was able to sit back and laugh about how awkward it is to have your picture taken for the school year book. I hated those days. I could never smile right. I still can't but hey I'm not the one in the yearbooks these days. I'm just that awkward parent on the side smiling so proudly. My kiddos don't really have this issue. They are pretty photogenic and get it right the first couple of photos. Oh, I guess I should pop something in this blog about homeschoolers having picture day too... Yep we do picture day and yearbooks too. :)<br />I saw the emails coming through before the day and wondered if I should make my kids do it. Yes! Why not! I had to! This year my 4 year old got to take her first official school picture. She was so precious. Her older siblings were so googly about it just as much as I was. The littlest cub got to have her picture taken too. They have a section in the yearbook for babies and toddlers even though they aren't in school yet. It was so cute. One little one even had his pacifier and sippy cup with him! Any how the older ones were gushing about the little ones and I was having a ball with all of them. As the photographer snapped great looking professional photos I caught my favorite kind. The offbeat moments just before or afterwards. My oldest ended up taking her glasses off because of the glare. Man I thought we got the anti glare coating on those. Jipped! The littlest one didn't know what to do but once she got it she even showed her brother where to stand. My son's expression to me was priceless. Now of course these are not their official yearbook photos. These are how they feel about them. - Awkward.</div>
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We have a birthday tradition in our home. Before Daddy goes to work everyone gets up for a mini birthday celebration. It's the first thing we see coming downstairs. It's a sweet welcome into your new year in our family. We spend all night preparing for your morning. Mainly because we have to wait until they go to bed. You wake up to cards, presents, cake or cupcakes, blowing out candles to a happy birthday song and Granny and Grandad ring from England. Then the rest of the day is spent however it's desired. For Fia we think it will be Monkey Joe's before dinner. One thing's for sure, we thank God for each member of our family.<br><br>Today our sweet little Quirky Fia has turned 2. This little kiddo came into our lives and turned it on it's side, and it's still spinning like an unpredictable wobbly top. No complaints for sorrow for our rockin house. It's fun. She's such a goofy unpredictable kid. I believe God started with a smile when creating her. Even if she is giving us a hard time, we laugh at her funny antics when the day is done. One of the great things about her is her love language is touch. She cuddles and snuggles like no one else. It's been 2 great years of unpredictable Fia. To many more! Happy Birthday littlest cub!<div class="blogger-post-footer">Live Well.</div>Tawannahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09062449519063230110noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3696664316673962249.post-25567482128607180692013-09-08T12:12:00.001-07:002013-09-08T12:13:08.727-07:00Sand In My Office!<div style="padding: 3px; text-align: left;">
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Well I'm trying my best to work on a few things. Last night was a very odd night. The little ones were up all but 1.5 minutes last night. Ok maybe 2 minutes... I have no idea why they were up but it's making for an odd day. They are very needy and we are feeling depleted. My husband wants to watch his favorite team lose again (haha!) and my toddlers want mommy to do everything with them and for them. I really want to focus on my business. Not a good Sunday mix. So I say move. Lets move it on the balcony. There is a pool we turned into a sandbox they can play in. It's sandbox or nap time. Of course... there is sand in my office now.<div class="blogger-post-footer">Live Well.</div>Tawannahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09062449519063230110noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3696664316673962249.post-43366745201909703712013-09-07T17:31:00.001-07:002013-09-07T17:47:25.991-07:00Today in Art...<div style="padding: 3px; text-align: left;">
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It's been years since I've sat down and seriously sketched something out. I've measured it by how old my kids are. Let's just say it's been too long. I used to draw all the time. It was my thing. I enjoyed it so much. Funny thing is I didn't take an art class until my Sophomore year. I was afraid. I would watch my sister draw and wish I could be like her. I finally mustered up the nerve. I did good enough to go from my first year in Art I to Art III the following year. I wanted my same teacher and she signed off on me being in her class. Ms. Heathington's class was my favorite class. I found myself mingling with more seniors! Something funny was always going on it that class. I would always start out with, "Today in Art..." so it became a running joke. "Today in Art..." Art has played such a big role in my life. It's what I do I guess. My path in life had a few travelers on it that crowded out my creative drawing spark. I put the pencil down and lost hope in drawing. I saw talent that I felt that was superior to mine. I felt too embarrassed to even pick up a pencil. I went on to get my degree in graphic design field. Ah Ha! My creative flow was still there. I have a love for graphic design and photography but my heart longs to draw and paint. I want to do something other than wear out the power button on my laptop. So here is my idea. I ran across this site<br />
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This is a bit of my real life. Just a little moment in the day. Little Joy was in the playroom. I aligned her stuffed toys to show her how to put a show on for her dolls. She really needed something to do. I was desperate and decided to hurry this little discover along and show her. She's a bit of a serious kid and thought I was strange until I showed her and she took control. *Whew!* I walked across the hall to the laundry room to see that it was a mess. Yes I walked right passed it. That is a chore on the kids list of things to do for the day. 2 loads a day. Its been skipped for a few days... or more. I headed upstairs to hear my little sweet quirky one in the powder room. She was insisting that she needed her little hands washed. She did not fall because after I took that picture, I helped her with the soap, wash and dry. Then she insisted she needed to use the Elmo potty. She isn't potty training but you know some battles aren't worth fighting. While I heard little Joy yelling umm singing at the top of her lungs I sat my little sweet quirky one on the Elmo potty. She was there for a split second before she escape down stairs without a diaper to join her sister. I thought well ok let me see who's chore laundry was for the day and then I heard..."Mommy!!! She peeeeeeeed!" *sigh* This is real life. It's happening now. I'm honored to be in their world trying to figure out which way traffic is flowing. Life is hectic, but life is good. It's naptime!<div class="blogger-post-footer">Live Well.</div>Tawannahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09062449519063230110noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3696664316673962249.post-77901456264294401522013-09-05T10:15:00.003-07:002013-09-05T10:15:47.549-07:00Leading and Following.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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This is my son. He is an awesome kid. He is highly favored. I'm thankful for him. He recently filled out his first Volunteer application. I never suggested it, he wanted to do this on his own. He sees his sisters and friends doing things and he wants to follow suit. I'm so proud of him. So very proud he is choosing to get involved in leading in a good way. He enjoyed helping and had his stories to tell. I love hearing them tell me about their day after they have just volunteered. He's feeling important now. He always has been but I'm glad he is feeling and experiencing it instead of me just knowing it. It's going to teach him a lot more than I can. Life is happening!<br />
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We both looked at each other with that wide eyed "What!?" look on our faces. I thought where did she get the scissors from? Her older sister had left them there on the table after working on a project for me. The look on her Daddy's face told me that she was serious. I thought Oh God please don't let it be a bad hack job! We both got up and assessed her styling talent. She had chopped off a bit on the side. I was relieved a bit that it's not really noticeable at first glance. Whew! At a second glance it looks a little like the asymmetrical Salt -n- Peppa hairdo in the 80's and 90s. I think the Hubs wanted to cry though. His little girl chopped off her curls. I was sort of sad too but she's the 3rd child of mine who has done this. It grows back and they forget about it. I was in mid flashback of her older siblings doing the same thing when I thought... here we go with the Mommy & Daddy Look What I Did Series stage of life. We are two little ones strong in it and from the looks of it, we are coming out of it with some funny memories.<div class="blogger-post-footer">Live Well.</div>Tawannahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09062449519063230110noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3696664316673962249.post-63144824758188053492013-08-31T22:00:00.001-07:002013-08-31T22:03:43.794-07:00Real.<div style="padding: 3px; text-align: left;">
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So my little one had a birthday recently. She had a great day. We didn't do a huge party, instead we did a small family celebration. It takes a lot to do these parties. Well it takes a lot for me. I'm an introvert really. I stress out in social settings. No it's not outwardly but if you know me, you'll see the signs. Eh but this isn't about my social awkwardness I hide well (sometimes). Anyhow her day was sweet! She requested that we go to the Dollar Store. We did. She wanted to get hats and party stuff. She was so happy, which made us happy. I had one request... a photo of all my kiddos. Here they are. I can look at these pictures all the time. Their expressions and all that was going on makes my heart smile. I never got them all to look at the camera and smile. I tried but real life kept happening as it always does!<div class="blogger-post-footer">Live Well.</div>Tawannahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09062449519063230110noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3696664316673962249.post-23504716997624029072013-08-30T00:09:00.001-07:002013-08-30T00:10:36.492-07:00Busy Busy Bee!<br><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOW9jiRf_PqepbwQyHVGr0Q4ypwTVSQq99B6dSPTgcCMJovubx5EbaEG-iYZobAcrOnNlMxMr_9V7LfSf3YNqZ_JeYjZxl6Wy-jN-ptV7NeM9UmguXOm22JSuCEAvN434RiVSlSjxsEklM/s640/blogger-image-1648183544.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOW9jiRf_PqepbwQyHVGr0Q4ypwTVSQq99B6dSPTgcCMJovubx5EbaEG-iYZobAcrOnNlMxMr_9V7LfSf3YNqZ_JeYjZxl6Wy-jN-ptV7NeM9UmguXOm22JSuCEAvN434RiVSlSjxsEklM/s640/blogger-image-1648183544.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">She makes me smile. This moment was a precious one. She wanted to sit by me as I read. We had conversation about what she drew. I knew once she came to sit by me there was very little change of me actually reading at the pace I wanted to. It seems like she interrupted each sentence I read to tell me something or ask me something. She is so cute I loved her desire to sit along side me. My little sunshine brightens my day. </div><div class="blogger-post-footer">Live Well.</div>Tawannahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09062449519063230110noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3696664316673962249.post-63359545258706322982013-07-15T22:20:00.001-07:002020-09-13T16:56:20.654-07:00Thanks.<div style="border-bottom-left-radius: 5px; border-bottom-right-radius: 5px; border-top-left-radius: 5px; border-top-right-radius: 5px; font-family: "helvetica neue", helvetica, arial; font-size: 18px; margin: 0px auto; padding: 20px;">
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Hi. This is a cell phone selfie. This is me. Just a few minutes ago from them post time I took this. It's in my bathroom. This is me. I do have on some light powder foundation, mascara and some light lip color. You probably can't tell but I like to cover up my dark circles under my eyes. This is my real hair. No flat iron. No braids, no weave (I never liked them), nothing. Just curly me. I had two strand twists in it because I was lazy and I didn't want to do my hair daily. I decided to take them down today before they got really tangled and this is what it looks like. Humidity will probably make it huge but that's life with curls. I kind of like that. You know what else I like? I like that I can have my hair done however I like it. Curly one day, Straight the next. For years I permed it straight because society said my natural brown girl hair was offensive "girl you need a perm..." Some say it's trendy such as Afro's were in the past. Some say my natural hair is unprofessional, and some have tried to ban it, but that's the way God made it grow out of my head. Who am I (or you) to say the way He made me is wrong? So I'm becoming more comfortable with who God made me. </div>
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We are a homeschooling family. We have been since day one. I start the kids reading as early as they will let me. Our ability to learn at birth fascinates me. We have used the book Teach Your Child To Read in 100 Easy Lessons. It has worked as a good starting point. I admit though, I fell behind on this one. I dropped the ball on being consistent with the lessons. We picked it back up and she remembered like we never missed a lesson. She's going to be four next month. I'm so proud of my kids. I love seeing them learn from birth on. The mind is amazing. She's already a really smart princess.</div>
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Every so often we face a storm in our lives. A destructive force changing everything in a moments notice, a hard time that just won't let up or something momentarily displeasing. It causes us to wonder why and or leaves us emotionally distraught. We may or may not find the answer. Enduring a storm is never fun. For me it's scary, confining, and well unpleasant. Storms can be down right exhausting! While it passes we endure, hold on and pray through them. When it passes a beauty comes forth. Maybe its clean air, changed circumstances, lessons learned, 2nd chances, humanity showing its desperately missed face, and or a hope for tomorrow. Storms often weed out the weak, who aren't really supportive to those needing support. It often reveals truth, the strong, the willing, the caring, those that pray and take action. When all is settled true friends are left standing beside you. It draws people closer to realizing the value of life. Storms command us to be stronger, and forces us to change. Why storms come may remain a mystery sometimes, but when it passes a certain beauty is always emerges. Strength & those who love. </div>
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She is my first born, but not the oldest (Just in case she reads this). She's a twin. She's quirky free spirited. She wanted this big tutu just because. There was no planned event to wear it to, no costume to put together, no outfit planned, just a tutu. ...just because and I made it. I was half done with this and she loved it. It made me motivated to finish it. You see as a friend expressed that she was surprised I had all this help which allows me to have free time to do thing such as this, I actually don't. I'm a mother of 5 kids. 3 teens and 2 toddlers. Time? That's the thing that passes by and when I look up it's 12 am right? Yes. That thing that ticks away. That clock that changes second by second. Eh besides wanting to beat the clock...with a bat, I did it.</div>
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I struggled through the chaos to get this done. The bliss on her face was worth the struggle. I have to admit the "struggle" was a bit funny since Fia got tangled up in the tulle a few times, glitter is still some what in between the hardwood floors, and Ashley skipped out on me after cutting a few strips of tulle for her own tutu. I did it. I fussed through the big fluff and end the end I got these smiles. These wonderful smiles that makes me look back at the bat I wanted to beat the clock with and laugh. Time stops when enjoy my blessings. </div>
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I was spying! That's why the picture is a little grainy. I used the zoom on my iphone. I apologize, but I was determined to catch this moment. Fia loves her big brother Adrian. She learned to call his name first of out her siblings. I guess he is rather exciting since he tosses her around, tickles her, does sound effects and makes her and Helaina laugh and run around. He is one of the coolest kids though. I love seeing them interact, knowing how I was crazy about my big brother too. When siblings have a good bond it's something special. They have their arguments, but they miss one another if they are away. Tonight I took the older kids out to church. When we were arriving home Adrian mentioned he missed Fia. The girls agreed. I like sibling bonds like that. Knowing how much I miss my brother and sister, I know that's truly something special.</div>
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So our little Joy got a tea party set from her brother for Christmas. It was a hit. She served everyone their tea and cake. Daddy showed her how to do it English style with the pinky out. Little Joy took the lesson seriously because Daddy's a Brit ya know! She loves her Dada and he enjoys seeing his little ones play so much he will get in there with them. Having little ones gives us a reason to be goofy and laugh even more than we do.</div>
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That goofy tot makes us laugh so much. This is Christmas at our house. <br />Lively little one she is! </div>
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So we did a lot of buying online this season. I just really didn't want the hassle of the crowds and arranging who has the kids when what where whatever... tis the season! Well in the checking of the lists, something go missed. Daddy accidentally ordered 2 castles! Oops! Guess what? We didn't want to send one back. After all we do have 4 girls. It's big enough now! By the way this castle was a brilliant creation. Thank you <a href="http://www.melissaanddoug.com/wooden-folding-princess-castle">Melissa and Doug</a>!</div>
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This year we needed to let Helaina know which presents belonged to who. <br />This was Daddy's idea. It worked!</div>
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