Welcome to my less than perfect life!

Embracing the imperfections that make my life practically perfect in every way.

Thursday, September 24, 2015


One of our little family obsessions games is finding shoes on the side of the road.  Just kind of a road game that The Mister and I play as we drive along wherein we see a shoe and scream "SHOE!".  Maybe not so much a game as a thing we do.  I brought it to the marriage.  

I have noticed for years that people seem to lose an absurd amount of shoes either in or along side of the road.  It baffles me.  I mean, I can understand the occasional flip flop flying off of a foot propped out the car window, but often times I see shiny dress shoes, nice looking tennis shoes or boots.  How IN THE LOVE do you lose a tie on dress shoe while driving down the road?  I think I started yelling out "SHOE" just so I would know that I wasn't the only one seeing these things.  Once I saw a whole gaggle of shoes in the road, like 10 in a pile.  It's like they were there just for me.

I have long thought about what a great coffee table book this would make.  At least to me.  But maybe I'm the only one who notices this phenomenon.  Also, I often spot these shoes on the side of interstates and the photography would prove difficult and dangerous in the best of conditions.  I did make a point for a couple of weeks a while back to stop and photograph shoes that were in a safe and reasonable place.  It didn't take long to collect quite a few photos.

Maybe some kid threw this out the window?

Just ready for a new style?
Walked out of it?
Just not your sole mate?
Came unfastened?
The elusive pair of shoes.  I'm guessing the owner got
a new pair that he or she couldn't wait to get into.
Knocked off by the train?
I assure you, the above photos were all collected in and around where I live.  I saw more shoes than this during my photo period, but these were only ones that could be easily photographed.  None of these are staged in any way.

So is it just me?  Or, more accurately, now that I have dragged The Mister into this, us?  Do you ever notice how many shoes are left alongside the road?  Have you ever lost a shoe while in transit?  If so, share your story.  I'd love to know even part of what's going on out there.

Wednesday, August 5, 2015

The Munchkin - 18 Months

My spunky little girl, how is it that you are already 18 months old?  You have gotten so big!  You are taller than the kitchen table now.  As you have for months, you love to climb.  Everything.  Mommy, primarily, but also Daddy and Sissy and the kitchen tables and the fridge and the stove and pretty much anything you can get purchase on.  You are on the go and BUSY all of the time.  You have already learned to climb out of both your pack and play and your crib.  Lucky for Mom and Dad, you still wear your boots for clubbed feet at night, so I think that will buy us a little more time in the crib (at night, anyway).

You love your sister.  You climb on her a lot too, which incites a lot of screaming on her part.  But you two are finally getting to an age where you will play happily together sometimes and it pleases me so much to hear you both giggling away.

You love to explore and have no fear.  When we took you to the ocean this summer you went right for it and didn't miss a beat!

I won't mention what happened to that swim suit but suffice it to say we never saw it again after that day.  No, it is not safe to go to beach without a swim diaper.

You CANNOT STAND having your hair fixed.  You will rip out any bow or barrette or pig tail I put in and, on top of that, you will rub as much food in your hair as possible if I try and fix it.  So natural it is, often very messy and natural.  But I still try sometimes:)

Words are FINALLY coming for you.  This has been a frustration on both sides, you because you cannot communicate what you want and therefore wind up frustrated.  Mom and Dad because we can't deduce what you want and also wind up frustrated with the amount of screaming you do.  Your favorite words right now are: dog, cat, up, go, mom, dad and the sign language word for more (which you pretty much use any time you feel agreeable to a suggestion).

You are busy.  You are silly.  You love to dance and to hug and if I ask you to get the baby you will find a doll and hug it and pat its back and say, "aww".  You can be very sweet and you can also get VERY angry when you don't get your way.  You exhaust me and challenge me every day and I certainly feel every year of being an older mother when I am with you, but you also make me laugh and smile every day too.  I love you, little one.  Here's to many more happy, busy years together.

Wednesday, July 29, 2015


We are driving back from meeting her first grade teacher when my daughter cries out, "Mom!  Look at that cloud!  It's shaped just like a heart."

I glance quickly out the side window as I navigate the road.  "Oh, yeah," I say softly, not really looking hard because I know that often the shapes in clouds are meant for only one viewer.  My answer, initially, is a lie meant to let her know that I'm listening without causing me to nearly crash the car trying to see what she does.

Then, right before I look away, I see it.  A single cloud, big and puffy, in the perfect shape of a heart.  "I think it's shining love down onto all of us," says The Nugget.  I smile.  She is so kind hearted.  As we turn a corner she wiggles in her seat, twisting and turning to keep the heart in her line of sight.  Already, part of the edge is drifting apart.  "I never want it to go away!" she cries.

"Well, honey, clouds dissipate.  That's just what happens."

How I needed this lesson this night.  This week.  This lifetime.  Clouds dissipate.  It has been a tough week for me.  I have been feeling raw and sensitive.  I have struggled to find my voice in so many ways.  A very old friendship has been floundering and I still don't know if it will be saved.  My other daughter's birth mother criticized me in a public forum.  All of my favorite people keep leaving from work.  I've been swimming in the deep end of race and racism.  My heart has been heavy.  I have been stress eating and not sleeping and I am tired and somewhat grumpy.  But then I get this message from the sky.

Clouds dissipate.

A heart will shine on you for a while.  It may change.  It may grow or look different.  It may block the sun for a while.  Perhaps it will come back again, perhaps it will move on for good.  But it will not block the sun forever.

Clouds dissipate.

Tuesday, July 7, 2015

If You're a Racist and You Don't Know It

Just sit quietly.  Do not clap your hands.  Do not attempt to understand anyone's viewpoint other than your own.  Whatever you do, cling to symbols such as the confederate flag as marks of history and deny that they ever represented anything to do with racism.  Discount any feelings from people of color who note that having this flag hanging in an official capacity makes them uncomfortable.  Tell people to "get over it" because it is "just a flag".  Have absolutely no insight into the fact that perhaps it is YOU who should "get over it" and agree to take it down because it is "just a flag".

If you're a racist and you don't know it, then by all means, please refer all acts of racism back to the days of slavery and make sure to note that you were not responsible for this.  Tell people that they should move on, that even though things aren't perfect they are so much better than they were then.  Disregard the families whose unarmed children are gunned down in our streets TODAY because of the color of their skin.  Remind them, again, that they should get over it.

If you are a racist and you don't know it, ask yourself no questions.  Certainly don't ask yourself if you know any people of color on a personal level.  Don't ask yourself if you could or have ever dared to LOVE a person of color.  Because if you do, then everything gets much more gray.  No more black and white answers in a world where that is all that so many people see.

If you are a racist and don't know it, tell everyone about how you don't see color.  Say thing like, "I don't care if you are black, white or purple".  Ignore the fact that nobody can be purple and that possibly seeing color is a GOOD thing.   Forget that celebrating differences can be beautiful.

If you are a racist and you don't know it, post pictures a murderer - who attacked innocent black church members and left a lengthly explanation as to race being the primary cause of the attack - burning the American flag and note that the liberal media won't let you see this because it shows that the boy was out to kill all Americans, not just black ones.  Believe that so you can sleep better at night.  Please, don't notice the many black churches that start to burn after this attack.

If you are a racist and don't know it, there will never be a need for you to apologize to anyone for ways they may have suffered due to racism in this country.  You can continue to deny that you have ever benefited from white privilege.  You may wave your confederate flag and you may close out the voices of those who, while doing better than they were as slaves, are still struggling.  Perhaps it is less painful this way, to not acknowledge that we as members of this society could be complicit in anything that caused such a long and painful legacy.

But remember this: if you are a racist and don't know it, you are free to express every one of these views and more in this country.  You are not free of the consequence.

Of course, if you are a racist and don't know it, you won't see yourself in this, won't be able to hear these words.  And I, as a white person who knows that I will never understand what black people face but knows that I will try, I will never understand how to engage you in the dialogue.

Tuesday, May 5, 2015

Growing Pains

The first one awake, just before 1:00AM, is The Munchkin.  She is starting to get some molars and the poor thing is struggling.  I awaken to her tears and go to her crib, Tylenol in hand.   She drinks it eagerly and we snuggle up in the rocking chair, both nodding off together for a time before she is fully relaxed and I put her back into bed.

A couple of hours later, I bolt fully awake to the tears of The Nugget.  She is half-crawling, half-walking into my bedroom, crying out, "Mommy, my legs hurt."  She has had these growing pains since she was a baby.  They are terrible to endure.  I carry her back to her bed and bring her some ibuprofen.  I lie next to her and sing quietly, rubbing her legs and stroking her hair until the medicine takes hold and the tears abate.  When her breathing is regular, some 20 minutes later, I cover her up and return to my bed.

It's funny, I realize, but I am grateful for these kinds of growing pains.  I know just what to do to ease them.  Some medicine and my touch are enough at this tender age to bring peace back to my babies.  I fear the times when I am left to grapple with much less concrete growing pains - broken hearts, crushed dreams, or worse.

I fall off to sleep knowing deep inside of me how lucky I am to be right here, right now.

Monday, October 20, 2014

Things that Make me Almost Unreasonably Happy

You know, there's just some stuff that makes me smile.  And smile.  And then smile some more.  Usually these are little things, moments that happen and move past so quickly in my days that they are almost too quick to notice.  I thought I would share some of them with you.

1.  My fitted sheets for my king sized bed have a label telling me which side is the top/bottom (and therefore avoiding a frequent mistake I've made with previous sheets of attempting to put the sides on the top/bottom).  Life.  Changing.

2.  My five year old daughter skips places.  She is not being ironic.  She wants to go to the kitchen from the living room?  Skipping is a reasonable transportation method.  Love.

3.  My little plastic scraper that gets gunk out of the bottom of my pans before I scrub them.  It's just a one inch by one inch piece of hard plastic, but it is awesome.  I'm telling you people, it's the little things.

4.  My clear hand soap dispensers.  To be clear, I do not use the throw away ones and so many refillable ones are solid colors so I don't know when to fill or when I am about to overfill them.  I found some clear ones and they have made the little corner of my life taken up by hand soap complete.

5.  Fancy catalogues.  Well, they don't even really need to be fancy.  I love the Pottery Barn catalogue just as much as the Lillian Vernon.  They're like free magazines.

6.  Which brings me to magazines.  I still get Real Simple every month and every month it is a complete delight to both behold and digest.  I've actually been behind on reading them since baby came along, but in a way that has only added to the fun of the imaginary day I could spend under the blanket on the couch reading away.  I know that day doesn't exist, but I can dream it.

7.  My eight month old daughter's strong opinions.  She never fails to delight because 99% of the time she is totally agreeable and goes along with whatever the plan is.  But that 1%?  She will take you down.  I'm glad she has that in her - her sister does too - it makes me feel like they will be able to take care of themselves.

What delights you?

Tuesday, July 1, 2014

The Munchkin at 5 Months

Dear Munchkin -

I cannot believe you are five months old already!  Some moms would have written many posts by now about your growth and development, perhaps with coordinated outfits naming how old you are each month.  I'm sorry, kiddo, I'm not one of those moms.  Which isn't to say that I don't love you with all of my wild and passionate heart, but crafty and organized?  And consistent?  Not me.

You, however, I could say so much about.  We have come SO FAR from your early days home when you cried and cried and mommy cried with you.  You are an absolute joy.  You have the most expressive eyes and they light up when you see any of your inner circle.  You are starting, just a little, to have some separation anxiety from us, but overall you are a really outgoing kid who just loves to be smiled at, cooed at or hugged on.

You are a pretty good sleeper, though we've had to do some things that have messed with that lately.  Namely, you are currently wearing your second set of casts to correct your clubbed feet.  This has made you significantly more uncomfortable in the night and you therefore wake up more than you once did, but I am confident you will sleep through the night once the casting process is complete.

You love to eat off of a spoon - currently you have tried cereal, peas, sweet potatoes and apples.  You like them all.  You just passed a phase of spitting bubbles all of the time and the kitchen and everyone's clothing suffered all the more, but you mastered the art of the raspberry!

You want to crawl, oh so bad!  If we put you on your tummy with a toy out in front you work so hard to get there but just don't have those motor skill quite mastered yet.  It's coming.  And I swear you are working on saying, "Hi".  I'm not making it official yet but I know you're trying!

You are the light of all of our lives and we can't believe it's going so fast.  I can't wait to see what you'll be doing the next time I manage to write one of these updates (hopefully not graduating high school).  Your giggles, your smiles, your coos - they make all this hard work one hundred percent worth it!

Yummy cereal!  Mommy will upload a better pic - someday.