When the dog bites...

When the bee stings, when I'm feeling sad, I simply remember my favorite things and then I dont fell sooooooooo baaaaaaadd!!!!!!

Now that I have serenaded you lemme just show you a few of my favorite things.






OHMYGOSHI<3ROMPERS!!!!


And what's a good romper without some klassy kicks??





I mean are you on the floor lusting over these yet??? I know I am! Tomorrow I will share my other new obsession with you all. But I didn't want to throw it all on you today. I didn't think your poor hearts could take it. I know mine can't. Until then toodaloooooooo....and feel free to share your wants, needs, obsessions with me too...

Girls in white dresses with blue satin sashes. Snowflakes that stay on my nose and eyelashes.....

Passenger Seat

listen to this while you read please!!
(Death Cab For Cutie~Passenger Seat. I put a link but it wouldn't show!! So youtube it please. PLEASE??)

So listening to a friend, I decided to add this pic to my blog. I began to think what can I possibly blog about in regards to this picture?! A truck load of thoughts hit me but nothing stuck to my honey. Then as I downloaded the picture and listened to Kings of Convenience it hit me.

You know how when you are a kid you looked out of the window from the backseat as you passed all the light poles? I used to pretend I was on top of them jumping from one to the next. I used to laugh imagining myself screaming up to the driver, "Slow Down!! I can't jump that fast." Now here I am. In the passenger seat. An adult. My children staring out of the back window. I can't help but want to scream," Where did it go? Is it lost? Can I please go back and try again? I don't think I did it right!" There was such a comfort and ease in that back seat. Life was a journey you were getting to go on. I didn't have to worry about the traffic, the red lights, the driving conditions.

Life is becoming like this car ride to me. Everything is passing. Quickly at that. I wanna slam on the brakes. But you can't just slam on the brakes, it doesn't work like that. I guess I should realize that it's not over. I'm still in the car. I'm still moving. I'm just in the passenger seat now.

Mommy diaries...

Well Howdy! It's been a while! What am I doing right now you ask? Well what else that stuffing my face with generic vanilla sandwich cookies and twitching! What else would I be doing on a Friday afternoon?!



What actually brought upon this current binge is sickness. Not for me. For Sebastian. I get a dreaded call from his school saying he is sick. I'm slightly concerned, but not overly. Last time he was "sick" I walked in to the office to find him playing and having a grand ol' time. But this time I walk in to find him on the floor whimpering, "mommy I don't feel good." Immediately my heart hits the floor. I cradle him to the car, rush him home(thank goodness I had the wits about me to bring the golden goblet of juice), and take him inside. Then I go get sleeping beauty out of the car and bring her in to find Sebastian having a panic attack oscar worthy demon possessed meltdown. What's a mom to do?! I have a sleeping baby. That is a precious commodity and once a day occurance I can not for go!! I run her upstairs, lay her down, and rush back to the aide of the man downstairs. For what seems like a lifetime I attempt to calm him down, then move on to telling him he is going to wake Emery, talk to Damon, then try again to calm him and just when I am ready to throw in the towel I throw in a movie instead. And low and behold the healing powers of 101 Dalmations for me on this fateful Friday. So please if you're out there reading...say a little prayer that Sebastian feels better, Emery or the rest of us don't get it , and that these cookies go straight to my ass.



xoxo,
Brooke