daffodil spring

happy weekend!

matt and i are taking a small road trip tomorrow for work..i've been spending the morning sitting in the sunny spots of the house and listening to good music to take along with us...devoting way too much time thinking about the royal wedding.

 

pokey lafarge and the south city three- daffodil blues

now if i could only muster up the energy to go clean out my car...

<3

new songs for old friends

a real dapper fella from my past was in town from chicago this week.

jason lived down the street from us growing up and was friends with my sister robyn. he was the very first person i had ever seen dye their hair black, and i thought he had to be the coolest/edgiest person i'd ever laid eyes on.

not much has changed, aside from the hair color. jason is a handbag designer, contributor for apartment therapy, avid bow tie wearer, the sweetest spirit you'll ever meet, and still just as cool as i remembered him to be.

 

we all went out for lunch at the 2nd street market to catch up and tell funny stories over spring rolls and lemonade. then we sealed our new found friendship with whoopie pies.

 between this and reconnecting with these gals, i'm sitting here amazed at how time can pass and memories can be few and faded...but that our souls are all laced up by the same small stretch of road that tethers us back together again.

and that's something to celebrate...

lipstick teeth

growing up in a small town, we had the same librarian for both the school and public library. 

she was an older lady, and wore the most fantastic shade of red lipstick every single day. every day! she kept a thousand tubes of it in her pants pockets and desk drawer. and it never ceased to stay on her lips. her teeth and school milk carton straws and library check out cards were always smeared in the most glorious red. 

she was on my mind today as i sneaked an hour to myself in between school drop off's and max's doctor's appointment (stitches are out! hooray!)...sitting watching cars go by and covering my straw and myself in red gloss.

and really that kind of nonsensical or random memory is exactly what sneaking away is for.

and hour alone is too short to fill it with thoughts of work or deadlines or bills or mom butts.

but it's just enough time for funny revelations that you are an occupation away from becoming your favorite childhood librarian. or anyways, wondering if she would approve of your shade of lipstick.

p.s. you all friends are true blue! only the truest would thumb their nose's at the internet ideal body weight calculator for you. haha. 

i took all of you along with me on my walk this morning!

workout katie

here's a side of me you've never seen before...

workout katie. or mom sneakers katie.

either way you choose, this gal is shaping things up and bought the sports socks to prove it.

with all the stresses of the past few years, i've put my body through some wild rides. i've lost and gained weight rapidly, and my poor metabolism is shot.

and while i've never really cared about the extra weight before... to me life's too short...now'a days i feel pretty tired and bogged down.

then the internet told me i was overweight. and there's no way i'm going to set around and let it talk about me that way. 

(but thank it kindly for the motivation)

so for now, it's kale chips over potato.

and drowning myself in glasses of water...

but i'm not ready to talk about the sweets. i'll do anything to keep the sweets around.

this morning i went out for a jog while max paced me on his bike. 

it felt good, and my silly new sneakers were good as gold!

 plus it was nice to have my little guy rooting me on...

it reminded me of the time when max was 2. he woke up and caught me and his dad exercising together...lunging and clapping in unison to a denise austin tape. it terrified him and he spent the rest of our workout weeping quietly behind the couch.

here's to toning it up!

and kissing that mom butt goodbye...

raise your joys

we spent the day with family yesterday, and soaking up the easter miracle of getting to have max for a few hours from his dad's. 

it was something we originally weren't expecting and made my day! deep down, regardless of the celebrating early, i was crushed at the thought of eastering without my guy.

after that i didn't even notice all the rain or subsequently, my frizzy wet hair.

everything was laughter and good food and butter cookies and that sense of feeling complete in all ways. full belly and stuffed heart.

my mom pulled out a handful of my grandma's old aprons, and i watched my all of my sisters scoot around the kitchen, laughing and making lunch together. it just might be my favorite new memory.

 (although picking max up from his dad's yesterday morning with wild bed head, church clothes on, and chocolate smeared all over his face is up there too)

 it was a real swell easter sunday.

and here's a little something extra for you...

happy monday, friends!

i hope everyone had a wonderful holiday weekend. 

and a extra special thank you again to all you sweet new friends for leaving me such love and kindness. 

you guys are really really something...

<3

oh happy day

happy happy day!

we're going to fill ours with family and sweets and much gratitude. 

p.s. i had to bribe max to take these pictures...

so i got my money's worth...

and did this to him...

happy easter!

endless stream

 i'm awfully fond of these quiet mornings to myself. 

sitting here in a still house, mending my dress for easter sunday and thinking of all the funny dresses and bonnets me and my sisters had to wear through the years. 

it's the kind of morning where you choose a cup of hot chocolate over tea or coffee...a date on the couch with yourself over dishes.

rainy saturday mornings demand it. 

 

p.s. i woke up this morning to some pretty great new friends and the most humbling/beautiful write up on my space here from danielle at sometimes sweet. 

i haven't the words, but i hope a simple thank you will do for now danielle! i'm floored. and can't get over how amazing the blogging world is.

<3

tickled pink

 thank you all so so much for your caring words for max. 

he's feeling great and is back to his old tricks...although he isn't fond of the "whiskers" coming out of his chin. haha. fingers crossed he can have the stitches taken out next week.

 

last night, matt and i played early easter bunnies.

it was a funny sight getting to see him crawl around on the floor in the dark, trying to keep from waking max up, while leaving a plastic egg trail from max's bed to his basket.

i hope i never take for granted matt and his willingness to dive right in on our silly traditions. he's my guy for sure. and he made one fine, slightly creepy in a "crawling around on the floor in the dark" kind of way, easter bunny!

 

i was a little worried that having to celebrate early would make everything feel forced and a bit off, especially after the day we had yesterday. 

but max woke up this morning full of joy and thankfulness for the surprises he found, and you couldn't convince any of us it wasn't easter.

and truthfully, good friday is such a somber/contemplative day...for good reason. but it was nice to add a little lightheartedness and gratitude in.

max's bucket was stuffed with legos, a slinky, underwears and socks, garden tools and seeds, gum and fruit leathers, and a dinosaur. 

the "easter bunny" also left max something "he" never thought in a million years "he" would ever be purchasing. but when you love your son, you make certain concessions/ support their interests above your own/ cross your fingers this too shall pass.

we bought max a kidz bop cd.

oh dear.

busted

 from easter egging to the e.r....such has been our week.

i got the call from max's school this afternoon that all parents dread...our guy was show-boating it to third base during kick ball and busted open his little chin and needed stitches.

this was the first time max has ever been in a emergency situation so i got all frazzled and mother henny and came bursting into the school, only to find him chilling in the nurse's office surrounded by doting lady teachers. not a tear to be found.

he's a brave boy. 

but then we got out to the car and he turned into a tiny puddle in my lap. and my heart burst knowing he needs no brave face with his mama. he was real and true and little bit scared.

but boy oh boy did he do so well! 

and his dad and matt got to be there to root him on....distracting him with their funny stitches stories and huge gas station icees.

after a few hours, we were out of there.

and max left with 5 stitches and a brand new sense of self!

plus a funny stitches story of his own...