My heart breaks for Joey but I would have chosen Johnny too. . .
Monday, January 20, 2014
Thursday, January 9, 2014
I'm dreaming of a White Light Christmas. . .
Used to be that my Christmas-anticipation was directly correlated to the December issue of British Vogue, for obvious reasons. . .
This was my first Christmas as a married lady with step-kiddies and I kept thinking it would be all magic and photo ops. Ha! Foolish new parent! I learned my lesson.
Love that you can see Tia Monkey, asleep in her striped onesie.
We never did get a photo of all 6 of six. But the thought of corralling 4 little kids on Christmas after they've opened their presents was on the same level as catching the frogs that used to jump in our home when we lived in the woods in Mississippi.
Is it wrong to say that Christmas was exhausting and I'm glad it's only once a year? By 3pm I wanted it to be over so I could sleep and dream of everything non-Holiday. It was fun seeing the kiddies all hyped up on Christmas-magic, though. Oh goodness, I have a feeling that this time of year will never be the same.
I mean, I still bought the December issue of British Vogue, I just had to wait until January to read it.
This was my first Christmas as a married lady with step-kiddies and I kept thinking it would be all magic and photo ops. Ha! Foolish new parent! I learned my lesson.
I think Santa was loving that we live near an Ikea now.
We slept at my parent's house for a couple reasons:
1. More adults to help out - I mean, to see the wonder in our childrens' faces.
2. My parent's lovely home has a tad more space than our 2-bedroom apartment.
I thought we were going to be woken up at the crack of dawn but miraculously the girls slept until almost 8 and Lil' Dude didn't wake up 'til almost 9. We contemplated waking him up so we could see Christmas at the same time (and get a photo of us 6) but if you're 2 yr old wants to sleep - you let him sleep.
(Maybe we can photo shop Lil' Dude in later.)
Apparently we had a theme: bears + scooters
Come on! How cute is this Grandma?
Totally wishing Santa had brought me a scooter too. I WAS muy grateful for the "Mrs. Roper caftan" my mom gave me.
We never did get a photo of all 6 of six. But the thought of corralling 4 little kids on Christmas after they've opened their presents was on the same level as catching the frogs that used to jump in our home when we lived in the woods in Mississippi.
Is it wrong to say that Christmas was exhausting and I'm glad it's only once a year? By 3pm I wanted it to be over so I could sleep and dream of everything non-Holiday. It was fun seeing the kiddies all hyped up on Christmas-magic, though. Oh goodness, I have a feeling that this time of year will never be the same.
I mean, I still bought the December issue of British Vogue, I just had to wait until January to read it.
Sunday, January 5, 2014
Saturday, January 4, 2014
If Only All Emails Were This Dreamy
Holidays emails are the always the best of the year . . .
Makes me want to subscribe to more emails.
Thursday, January 2, 2014
Inspired by the Dreamiest Editor of All
When Magic Man and I first got married I was a new step-mom to four little kids and I didn't have anything kid related - toys, movies, etc. One rainy day we were desperate to entertain the kiddies and that's when the Audrey Hepburn DVD set came in handy.
Now that we are in Austin, I acquiesced to some of the local traditions, like decorating trees on the side of Capital of TX Hwy for Christmas.
But I didn't want to just throw tinsel on a tree so I decided we would decorate a small tree inspired by Diane Vreeland:
Meaning Red and Leopard and we could shout 'That's got pizazz!' as we dressed the tree.
However, with four kids (the youngest being a 2 yr old boy), and with a very limited budget, things did not go as planned. And I'm not just saying that because I ended up going in my pajamas.
First, we decided we would not even attempt to pull over on the highway, so we chose a tree close to the girl's school on a quiet street - so not the 360 Hwy where everyone can see.
I was hoping we would concentrate all the beads, ribbon and faux red berries in a tight cluster for just a pop of 'pizazz,' but the girls wanted to string the beads and ribbon over a few trees, spreading out the limited decor and diluting the design.
You could hardly see the end product, but we were doing this for them so I was not going to tell them 'no,' -- we were in it for the memories, not appearances.
I put on Funny Face and the girls
(at the time aged 3, 5, and 7) were mesmerized.
They were so captivated by the 'Think Pink'
number they started to refer to the movie
as 'Think Pink' and not 'Funny Face.'
I loved that they loved Maggie Prescott,
the Editor as much as Jo, the Model.
Also being obsessed with all things Diana Vreeland I loved how they'd repeat Maggie's catch phrases that were based on Diana, like 'Pizazz.'
All girls need to learn about Diana Vreeland, right?
"This world without a leopard . . .
I mean, who would want to be here?" - DV
Argh! Such a genius!
Now that we are in Austin, I acquiesced to some of the local traditions, like decorating trees on the side of Capital of TX Hwy for Christmas.
But I didn't want to just throw tinsel on a tree so I decided we would decorate a small tree inspired by Diane Vreeland:
Meaning Red and Leopard and we could shout 'That's got pizazz!' as we dressed the tree.
However, with four kids (the youngest being a 2 yr old boy), and with a very limited budget, things did not go as planned. And I'm not just saying that because I ended up going in my pajamas.
First, we decided we would not even attempt to pull over on the highway, so we chose a tree close to the girl's school on a quiet street - so not the 360 Hwy where everyone can see.
I was hoping we would concentrate all the beads, ribbon and faux red berries in a tight cluster for just a pop of 'pizazz,' but the girls wanted to string the beads and ribbon over a few trees, spreading out the limited decor and diluting the design.
You could hardly see the end product, but we were doing this for them so I was not going to tell them 'no,' -- we were in it for the memories, not appearances.
There were no shouts of 'Pizazz!' or singing''S Wonderful' or dancing around, but we did leave in one piece with no fights or meltdowns so I was pleased.
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