tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3480970095217031642024-02-18T23:23:13.334-06:00The Glamorous {and not so} Adventures in MommyhoodThe silly, baffling, and honest-to-goodness truth about mommyhood and all it's glory.Amy Landherrhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13286583413151341231noreply@blogger.comBlogger15125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-348097009521703164.post-8167933347898823512011-12-14T21:48:00.001-06:002011-12-14T21:48:17.250-06:00Photo Card<div class="sflyProductPreviewWidget" style="width:425px; height:494px;"><div class="sflyProductPreviewWidgetTop" style="height:6px; background-image:url(http://cdn.staticsfly.com/img_/share/preview/msc/widget/top.gif);"></div><div class="sflyProductPreviewWidgetCenter" style="height:482px; padding: 0 6px 0 6px; background-image:url(http://cdn.staticsfly.com/img_/share/preview/msc/widget/bg.gif); background-repeat:repeat-y;"><div class="sflyProductPreviewLogo" style="width: 105px; height: 34px; padding: 14px 0 0 14px;"><img src="http://cdn.staticsfly.com/img_/share/preview/msc/widget/logo.gif" style="padding: 0; background: #ffffff; border: none; box-shadow: none;"></div><div class="sflyProductPreviewContainer" style="height:350px; text-align:center; padding: 0;"><a href="http://share.shutterfly.com/action/welcome?sid=0RZuXDdoyaOJg&cid=SFLYOCWIDGET&eid=115"><img src="http://images-community.shutterfly.com/prs/v1/0RZuXDdoyaK/0RZuXDdoyaK4s/p/67b0de21b3127d902548/JPEG/1323920875000/0/" style="padding: 0; background: #ffffff; border: none; box-shadow: none;"></a></div><div class="sflyProductPreviewMessageContainer" style="height:55px; background-color:#f4f4e9; text-align:center; padding: 15px 0 15px 0; line-height: 19px;"><div class="sflyProductPreviewTitle" style="font-family: arial, sans-seris; font-size: 15px; color: #333333; font-weight: bold;"><span>Oh So Holly Holiday</span></div><div class="sflyProductPreviewSEOText" style="font-family: arial, sans-seris; font-size: 13px; color: #333333;"><span>Create your <a href="http://www.shutterfly.com/cards-stationery/holiday-cards" style="color: #6666cc;">holiday cards online</a> at Shutterfly.com.</span></div><div class="sflyProductPreviewViewCollection" style="font-family: arial, sans-seris; font-size: 13px; color: #333333;"><span>View the entire <a href="http://www.shutterfly.com/cards-stationery" style="color: #6666cc;">collection</a> of cards.</span></div><img width="1" height="1" border="0" style="padding: 0; background: #ffffff; border: none; box-shadow: none;" src="https://os.shutterfly.com/b/ss/sflyshareprod/1/H.15/111?pageName=sharekey&c1=msc&c2=blogger" /></div></div><div class="sflyProductPreviewWidgetBottom" style="height:6px; background-image:url(http://cdn.staticsfly.com/img_/share/preview/msc/widget/bottom.gif);"></div></div>Amy Landherrhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13286583413151341231noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-348097009521703164.post-49820291445447664062011-11-16T21:23:00.002-06:002011-11-16T21:38:21.949-06:00Unforgettable...<div align="center">Like so many times since May 26th, my most 'recent' blog post, I've let too many moments pass me by.</div><div align="center">Amazing <em>moments</em>. Funny <em>moments</em>. Bittersweet <em>moments</em>. </div><div align="center">Unforgettable <em>moments</em>.</div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center">There are also so many moments that I forget why I walked downstairs, can't find my car keys in my pocket, and start a conversation just in time to forget what I meant to say. For this reason, among others, I've decide that these <em>moments</em> deserve a hard-copied version...one that will not fade in the pile covering my to-do lists. </div><div align="center">I need a reminder on my most joyful of days and a refresher on my so-so days of </div><div align="center"><em>just how fleeting this time with my little girls truly is....</em></div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center">It really is quite amazing. We've had a crazy, busy, awesome 6 months since I last posted.</div><div align="center"><em>Things</em> have changed. The girls have grown <em>in so many ways</em>. We've had great days, long days, tiring days...all memory-filled and amazing in some way...</div><div align="center">... and we've <em>learned SO much more about what it takes to be great parents</em>. </div><div align="center">A job that's continuing...everyday. </div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center">So, with that, I write....</div><div align="center">And I'll write.<br />
And it'll be so, so awesome to look back someday and share with our family <br />
<em>all</em> of the amazing reasons, memories, and feelings <br />
that contributed to the <em>moments</em>. <br />
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"Your little hand wrapped around my finger. And it's so quiet in the world tonight. Your little eyelids flutter cause you're dreaming. So, I'll tuck you in and turn on your favorite night-light. <br />
To you, everything is funny. You've got nothing to regret. <br />
I'd give all I have honey, if you could stay like that. <br />
Oh Darlin' don't you every grow up, don't you every grow up, just stay this little. <br />
Oh Darlin' don't you every grow up, don't you every grow up...It could stay this simple."<br />
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<span style="font-size: xx-small;"><em>-Never Grow Up</em>, Taylor Swift</span><br />
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</div>Amy Landherrhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13286583413151341231noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-348097009521703164.post-9757238115509003792011-05-26T13:56:00.004-05:002011-05-26T14:20:02.584-05:00Here Goes Nothin'.....<div align="center"><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">...but I'll be happy with a little something.</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br />
</div></div><div align="center"><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">The back of my mind has been busy...lots of ideas and dreams, and I've finally decided to act on it. </div></div><div align="center" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">I'm excited...and absolutely clueless.</div></div><div align="center"><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br />
</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">I've always loved dipping my hands into anything creative.</div></div></div><div align="center"><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">I grew up having more craftdates than playdates with friends.</div></div><div align="center"><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">I've enjoyed giving scrapbooks to others and have had the honor of creating wedding jewelry.</div></div></div><div align="center"><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">But this, my latest craft-loving activity, has proven to be my favorite...and for good reason.</div></div><div align="center"><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">I have two indispensible 'guinea pigs' for all of my creations.</div></div><div align="center" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br />
</div><div align="center"><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">Inspired by them...</div></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhx2ATwQIOotOUusxQfBtMBvkM7sTffW6aAuMBugOoArPQxAeNHrat8l5KXnII-mqNTlxEr55Bvo_t_rzhoRL9AlVD35EP0JOG044Y-b1fCT5uv5c_Pf_-s4VMniHSmsgVBrzFJLrGr7b5t/s1600/hair+bows.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="425" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhx2ATwQIOotOUusxQfBtMBvkM7sTffW6aAuMBugOoArPQxAeNHrat8l5KXnII-mqNTlxEr55Bvo_t_rzhoRL9AlVD35EP0JOG044Y-b1fCT5uv5c_Pf_-s4VMniHSmsgVBrzFJLrGr7b5t/s640/hair+bows.jpg" t8="true" width="640" /></a></div><div align="center"> and made for others just like them.</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div align="center"><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKfkI-1dO3tmS5BSf4G-PHGG4aPu9p6YJZnFXI2gavxE7J-W5orQdb8KSG0VaiHwf4pFJWa8YuhJupFif4zxQadCnxzQJ3UwgUBv7bwQCyZ22JHOMIFrizD4AZ_qOsXz9wCTa_nSto6q8W/s1600/barrettes1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="144" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKfkI-1dO3tmS5BSf4G-PHGG4aPu9p6YJZnFXI2gavxE7J-W5orQdb8KSG0VaiHwf4pFJWa8YuhJupFif4zxQadCnxzQJ3UwgUBv7bwQCyZ22JHOMIFrizD4AZ_qOsXz9wCTa_nSto6q8W/s640/barrettes1.jpg" t8="true" width="640" /></a></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">So, with the encouragement of others, along with my own dreaming, excitement, and "What-have-I-got-to-lose?" attitude, I'm cluelessly stepping into the 'business world'...<br />
hoping to clean off my kitchen table and sewing desk a bit. </div></div></div><div align="center"><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">And hoping to get my creations into the hands of others. <br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFVM_hhgJ4rNWOkrSz6qgnpsmjiqc1W6-RJP3iNXGeNJZs-sXzBh3nEXDyjY_z4lAVdJl0Vtdf2u_P1fYC1NkgMAGV6SaAdHfzIZvgdlS24SK3Urul8GuJe_fSvicL_THcnar81zwsN-0g/s1600/headband2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="164" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFVM_hhgJ4rNWOkrSz6qgnpsmjiqc1W6-RJP3iNXGeNJZs-sXzBh3nEXDyjY_z4lAVdJl0Vtdf2u_P1fYC1NkgMAGV6SaAdHfzIZvgdlS24SK3Urul8GuJe_fSvicL_THcnar81zwsN-0g/s640/headband2.jpg" t8="true" width="640" /></a></div>My Etsy and Twitter accounts are in the works...hopefully a successful first step on a fun adventure.</div></div></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4qpUHqBcmNnjv3fDwy3ROyTflBMd_3-rUbQuNFLKTRa1MqwFGcI-pAbxbcAj8riVdsiBKXFRoOQt_sIr9OtM1ATXmMp2FJbfkdjmalZMMrc90EWmWc5fy8HvAV3EBKWJLzPCCr0cnvZwN/s1600/barrette2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="164" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4qpUHqBcmNnjv3fDwy3ROyTflBMd_3-rUbQuNFLKTRa1MqwFGcI-pAbxbcAj8riVdsiBKXFRoOQt_sIr9OtM1ATXmMp2FJbfkdjmalZMMrc90EWmWc5fy8HvAV3EBKWJLzPCCr0cnvZwN/s640/barrette2.jpg" t8="true" width="640" /></a></div><br />
<div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"></div>Amy Landherrhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13286583413151341231noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-348097009521703164.post-72064441346933703022011-04-27T13:28:00.001-05:002011-04-27T13:30:43.774-05:00Battle Picking and Thinking Too Hard<div style="text-align: center;">It's been one of those weeks where my motherhood has been tested, challenged, and tried to the core </div><div style="text-align: center;">(or at least, that's how some moments have felt). </div><div style="text-align: center;">Maybe not quite that dramatic, but my always-overanalytical mind has been doing what it's so good (unfortunately) at these last few days, and I'm exhausted!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Both lovely children of mine have apparently schemed together in hopes of giving me a good run for my money these last few days. </div><div style="text-align: center;">If one is not hitting another while slyly grinning at me, then the other is shrieking at the top of her lungs, only because I've asked her to use her inside voice....something my former students usually responded to; not so much the case with an almost-19 month old. </div><div style="text-align: center;">As frustrating as their actions have been lately, I've been "reassured" that their behaviors are 'normal' and 'just a phase'...hmmm....not very helpful advice at the moment (even though I may pass the same on someday:)!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">I worry so much about using <em>every </em>moment as a teachable one, afraid that if I don't react, or do react wrong that it will somehow shape or misshape my two darlings. I'm always questioning myself and wondering if I've done or left unsaid, something that has caused their behaviors. </div><div style="text-align: center;">Perhaps it's my own thinking, </div><div style="text-align: center;">rather than the girls, that is wearing me out...?!!</div><div style="text-align: center;">So, I've challenged myself (since challenge seems to be the theme this week), to let some 'things' go. </div><div style="text-align: center;">I have to learn to laugh some things off, react in a consistent way, and still show 'em who's boss (as my own Mom so eloquently puts it!)! </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">So now, if I can just master these challenges <em>and</em> get the laundry put away, </div><div style="text-align: center;">I'll be good as <strike>gold</strike> silver!</div>Amy Landherrhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13286583413151341231noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-348097009521703164.post-76543167858014982302011-04-07T13:55:00.001-05:002011-04-07T13:58:39.326-05:00Tales From the Church Pew & Other Good Things...<div align="center">Like the laundry during Spring Break, I've fallen behind on blogging. </div><div align="center">One would think that during a 'break', </div><div align="center">catching up on household duties would be easy to do.</div><div align="center">I'd rather cram the laundry duty into my already busy work-day during any free moment I have. </div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center">Speaking of Spring Break, it came...and went. Fast. </div><div align="center"> Like it always has for our 'teacher' family.</div><div align="center">But that's okay because summer is right around the {long, uphill} corner.</div><div align="center">And plus, spring break was full of good things.</div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center">Good things like...</div><div align="center">Visiting Great-Grandparents,</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_M7j-aY89e266QMKzh8Wx5cQWiZUic2j1QVT6NbE4mXQ-X4K2wjB-PtUf-_jljJd8USK-JDdmdcWfnxgOuYA1NQfMKBgRs5ZNq_BbGo0PnG6TIClynfXLxP0_AoJnRLDXAL8p_kfjC45e/s1600/gma+ev.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" r6="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_M7j-aY89e266QMKzh8Wx5cQWiZUic2j1QVT6NbE4mXQ-X4K2wjB-PtUf-_jljJd8USK-JDdmdcWfnxgOuYA1NQfMKBgRs5ZNq_BbGo0PnG6TIClynfXLxP0_AoJnRLDXAL8p_kfjC45e/s320/gma+ev.jpg" width="191" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWgiYkZIvgvFaQlqWGDvIspc8QZhVdrbl-qcCXPgZ6QrXVR_tai7zjDPPUSJ7GZ9DrbQMt7BpisdUve_cAXEuhyphenhyphenjf87RRha8ZatYz986fJdrNIBRjEfzhm3dUFm4MC3uy2tGAOqxsjUjAW/s1600/gpa+ray.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; 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text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvlUiar6O50Fl7BxCa6m_etpROdS71j0etwisyBr3tJY55HcdWCk4oENIyZR9LIzR1oKJ6J-emHYvF4qNaVLo_ZKt3m0TfpK2_6e4WaNJlyzcV2XzHLuILjjsL0G5A7ujBOwd9wI-lVF5W/s1600/molly+doing+hair.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" r6="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvlUiar6O50Fl7BxCa6m_etpROdS71j0etwisyBr3tJY55HcdWCk4oENIyZR9LIzR1oKJ6J-emHYvF4qNaVLo_ZKt3m0TfpK2_6e4WaNJlyzcV2XzHLuILjjsL0G5A7ujBOwd9wI-lVF5W/s320/molly+doing+hair.jpg" width="191" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Enjoying the 'spring' weather,</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiW89y88nozY7cD7Sx65GwaqOtjr-gUC_2ozEu3SOvPLATgi9VPkiS_vcDFvxFhuSAEgyCPvpDNrhlHt2A-OAZAf9hLkm_-V24-3_I9X0WkyILNwzDdNNs_McEju5mIRxuINKUZP2-_kq9q/s1600/outside.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" r6="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiW89y88nozY7cD7Sx65GwaqOtjr-gUC_2ozEu3SOvPLATgi9VPkiS_vcDFvxFhuSAEgyCPvpDNrhlHt2A-OAZAf9hLkm_-V24-3_I9X0WkyILNwzDdNNs_McEju5mIRxuINKUZP2-_kq9q/s320/outside.jpg" width="191" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Riding (in one way or another) in the stroller,</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZ5DyBUunKi4qJEgPDoobPyxlKi4HaTVitdcCMeLFsVvbL_gFz2quiKr2Y5L-5ETfGb97TLZAqkTaeoDz2zInzMjwxw-MaHoqDKiAPgquKqJ__AxfBUK34oPDPLy7gfOPSbgzYN5BTyTbV/s1600/stroller.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="191" r6="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZ5DyBUunKi4qJEgPDoobPyxlKi4HaTVitdcCMeLFsVvbL_gFz2quiKr2Y5L-5ETfGb97TLZAqkTaeoDz2zInzMjwxw-MaHoqDKiAPgquKqJ__AxfBUK34oPDPLy7gfOPSbgzYN5BTyTbV/s320/stroller.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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</div><div align="center">But, perhaps the most important moment of our week together happened in the church pew.</div><div align="center">I'm sure our family was rated at about a 5 out of 10 for 'our' behavior during the service that Sunday. </div><div align="center">As the pews emptied, we stayed behind to sweep up our Goldfish crumbs and crayon halves followed by scraping the stickers off the floor. </div><div align="center">Then, with our arms full of treat bags, jackets, and wiggly kids,</div><div align="center">the woman who had been sitting a few rows behind us</div><div align="center"> politely walked by smiling.</div><div align="center">As if she knew in that moment the exact words that we needed to hear, </div><div align="center">she sweetly reminded us,</div><div align="center"><em>"Someday you'll miss this."</em></div><div align="center">And we will....<br />
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</div>Amy Landherrhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13286583413151341231noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-348097009521703164.post-32629445762785979822011-03-24T15:03:00.000-05:002011-03-24T15:03:52.386-05:00I Can Hardly Wait...<div align="center">...but secretly, I can. </div><div align="center">From the time we brought our two little bundles home from the hospital in 2007 and again in 2009,</div><div align="center"> I've caught myself saying many...too many times...</div><div align="center">"I can't wait until (insert important milestone in child's life)."</div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center">I've always been one to look forward to the future in hopes of what it will bring.</div><div align="center">I've also found this to, unfortunately, rush away very important things happening <em>now. </em></div><div align="center">And I've promised myself, several times, that I would start trying to slow things down instead of wishing away the <em>'now moments'. </em></div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center">But, I couldn't help myself today.</div><div align="center">After Brynn's short nap this afternoon, we spent a little time together,</div><div align="center">like we usually do...<strike>folding laundry</strike> crafting.</div><div align="center">She has quickly, and thankfully adopted a love for doing anything </div><div align="center">artsy and craftsy </div><div align="center">(which makes this mommy very happy, proud, and excited).</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhoadX_8FXJJJtW-ZQCpDYMGao-k3p_nkMCu-5POFwudy4p-hkuNLlOpqpRA55R6MNUjwoxItYqpwxc8EbCBASXmzsimu6J44bm2MrW6CQv8aExUFxUWatMVzEi7uBB9FyDbC6f9_UcE0sA/s1600/020.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" r6="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhoadX_8FXJJJtW-ZQCpDYMGao-k3p_nkMCu-5POFwudy4p-hkuNLlOpqpRA55R6MNUjwoxItYqpwxc8EbCBASXmzsimu6J44bm2MrW6CQv8aExUFxUWatMVzEi7uBB9FyDbC6f9_UcE0sA/s320/020.JPG" width="273" /></a></div><div align="center">But... it happened again today. </div><div align="center">I found myself saying, </div><div align="center">"I can't wait until we can pick out projects to make together."</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijrBfvR_bFbeIImRTat8Pz_E4DBLKJ8d9dSOy4pfM0XCKceWPGlj-OD7ec8CqORd8ZuwYIVct7aspyyqEfwbTin1r12PBG9f8df8lnGv9t_tJ0Hi5yt2e23bU02W-JXtH6KQR3UChlusDu/s1600/022.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="213" r6="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijrBfvR_bFbeIImRTat8Pz_E4DBLKJ8d9dSOy4pfM0XCKceWPGlj-OD7ec8CqORd8ZuwYIVct7aspyyqEfwbTin1r12PBG9f8df8lnGv9t_tJ0Hi5yt2e23bU02W-JXtH6KQR3UChlusDu/s320/022.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div align="center">But, for now, we're both stay content with her practicing her cutting by snipping away at my fabric and ribbon scraps and modeling the products of mommy's naptime break. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgi7yj6preVVLjXQX3zosF0iLop-57Kj-lfZ233V3grWkvJ0ViQArZYILjRR2WODH-03HdWPeFWmywarUifWEsDrekKEOzE8B68BNg_UZtbFDfDaxC5z1U2vbkdXE6k8IP1osSP6SUezpiA/s1600/010.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" r6="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgi7yj6preVVLjXQX3zosF0iLop-57Kj-lfZ233V3grWkvJ0ViQArZYILjRR2WODH-03HdWPeFWmywarUifWEsDrekKEOzE8B68BNg_UZtbFDfDaxC5z1U2vbkdXE6k8IP1osSP6SUezpiA/s320/010.JPG" width="299" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">(Seriously, Mom. Are you going to make me try another one of these things on?)</div><div align="center"><br />
</div>Amy Landherrhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13286583413151341231noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-348097009521703164.post-42154512789632099622011-03-09T14:08:00.000-06:002011-03-09T14:08:15.971-06:00Dear Minnesota...Please Melt Our Snowman!<div style="text-align: center;">Yesterday...</div><div align="center">no snow pants,</div><div align="center">dripping gutters, </div><div align="center">dry driveway</div><div align="center">doing 'spring' things</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxjkGnIVafGKEqt9dIVdeQAJOvJpmPUXScZe2FGfMh38mADKwKWwCIrzhAdbRXCL3MU1lDCrA1qPi7zCETknxsZWkLSk2s1NVoVY7UR81l9-IOR-sxV6YeVNf2s3sjyScT88njqN3FbtIw/s1600/molly+chalk.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="238" q6="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxjkGnIVafGKEqt9dIVdeQAJOvJpmPUXScZe2FGfMh38mADKwKWwCIrzhAdbRXCL3MU1lDCrA1qPi7zCETknxsZWkLSk2s1NVoVY7UR81l9-IOR-sxV6YeVNf2s3sjyScT88njqN3FbtIw/s400/molly+chalk.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjY6Gv00yJlKz8TdLglzJz8PXr10fLPkS9QUmfY1atv8cL5UaWZHh68zlf1oc2XH-so5qDCu2J3_TGJ9Vo2hRg8obFeqzSAOy0zifvJ7b-3s6dgQlxNr4XIaUI36xROlyjvarptzp9cTI_i/s1600/brynn+chalk.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="238" q6="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjY6Gv00yJlKz8TdLglzJz8PXr10fLPkS9QUmfY1atv8cL5UaWZHh68zlf1oc2XH-so5qDCu2J3_TGJ9Vo2hRg8obFeqzSAOy0zifvJ7b-3s6dgQlxNr4XIaUI36xROlyjvarptzp9cTI_i/s400/brynn+chalk.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div align="center">Today...</div><div align="center">snow pants, </div><div align="center">coated trees, </div><div align="center">slushy gutters,</div><div align="center">doing 'winter' things</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHdgC2Y3LXVyeZfeFOTZwuW0rEwmng7478XViQmLymqdniUD1uvwmtlPzVJBNK2zxQwosxeDVN1eU63WA9WwUp3LdhHyRdbD58UEYN9rSYJFxF_cS-iU-_CKGU-Ug7-Z4JbnIb5zg-FX1Y/s1600/snowman.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" q6="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHdgC2Y3LXVyeZfeFOTZwuW0rEwmng7478XViQmLymqdniUD1uvwmtlPzVJBNK2zxQwosxeDVN1eU63WA9WwUp3LdhHyRdbD58UEYN9rSYJFxF_cS-iU-_CKGU-Ug7-Z4JbnIb5zg-FX1Y/s400/snowman.jpg" width="238" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">It's so close we can almost feel it...spring, that is.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">For that reason, we only built 'half' of a snowman because we know how</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><em><span style="font-size: x-large;">quickly</span></em></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">he is going to melt...!</div><div align="center"><br />
</div>Amy Landherrhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13286583413151341231noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-348097009521703164.post-76691714982809501112011-03-04T13:03:00.000-06:002011-03-04T13:03:17.668-06:00The Best Tool on My Belt...<div align="center">Over the years, I've acquired many tools. </div><div align="center">Some, I've been given. </div><div align="center">Some, I created out of necessity.</div><div align="center">Patience...</div><div align="center">Trust...</div><div align="center">Caution...</div><div align="center">Faith...</div><div align="center">Composure...</div><div align="center">Persistence...</div><div align="center">Perserverance...</div><div align="center">Humility...</div><div align="center">They've all come in handy at one time or another.</div><div align="center"><br />
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One that was never explained to me...</div><div align="center">and if it had been, I wouldn't have understood.</div><div align="center"> A tool that has been used with me and on me, </div><div align="center">but only recently became mine.</div><div align="center">Something I love to use daily, if I get the opportunity...and I usually do.</div><div align="center">A tool that I used before I even knew I had it.</div><div align="center">One that gives me much peace, and equal frustration....doubt, and confidence.</div><div align="center">Because I don this tool, it puts me in a very lucky 'rank' in our world.</div><div align="center">One that I will <em>never</em> have to live without again.</div><div align="center"><br />
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</div>Amy Landherrhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13286583413151341231noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-348097009521703164.post-80538876363079629672011-03-01T13:37:00.000-06:002011-03-01T13:37:42.291-06:00Can You Mash Potatoes...Can You Eat Them Hot?<div align="center">It took planning.</div><div align="center">It took coordinating and a watchful eye on the stove.</div><div align="center">Not to mention, an actual thought about tonight's supper before 4:00 pm.</div><div align="center">Water was boiling, potatoes were peeled, grilled cheeses were browning (blackening) and kids were sitting....finally.</div><div align="center">Potatoes went in....boiling....all mouths eating...potty flushing.</div><div align="center">Plates were cleaned...two diapers changed...table washed....toys back out....</div><div align="center">potatoes done and mashed quickly. </div><div align="center">Cooling on the back burner in the hot kettle. </div><div align="center">Kids read to....last diapers changed...everyone tucked in...loud <strong>thud</strong>. </div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center">Hot, mashed, potatoes on the kitchen floor...guilty looking brown-eyed dog repeatedly licking his most-likely burned tongue. </div><div align="center">Thinking to myself....laugh?....cry?....or just wonder if it was worth it?! </div>Amy Landherrhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13286583413151341231noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-348097009521703164.post-10843884189497220422011-03-01T13:21:00.003-06:002011-03-01T13:41:43.867-06:00Fishing for Ice Cream Cones<div align="center">Just shy of 8:00am and I've already been fishing for plastic ice cream cones...</div><div align="center"><em><strong>...out of the toilet</strong></em>. </div><div align="center">Not something I had done in a while and a reaffirmation about the 'no toys in the bathroom' rule ;)</div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center">The bathroom has become a real congregating place lately. </div><div align="center">Cleaning, singing, washing, waiting, cheering, smiling.... </div><div align="center">Once in a while, I'm catching strange looks being thrown my way, but I don't mind...my enthusiasm is all for <strike>good</strike> GREAT reasons! </div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center">The sticker charts are doing the trick for Brynn (so far). </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1eMasI-0E_-hta4fjGvqJdLFgDF6NLlcVyFLSmsT7VRyFNqSs3Z05XLTmRosTADg3DUBRKL1MhibSsj1H2_68hMkvWgNJyXgJATA_0og2W8i278o-2pWTJIoq95w1GobeHXp6xRP__Y_P/s1600/brynns+potty+chart+picture.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" l6="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1eMasI-0E_-hta4fjGvqJdLFgDF6NLlcVyFLSmsT7VRyFNqSs3Z05XLTmRosTADg3DUBRKL1MhibSsj1H2_68hMkvWgNJyXgJATA_0og2W8i278o-2pWTJIoq95w1GobeHXp6xRP__Y_P/s320/brynns+potty+chart+picture.jpg" width="191" /></a></div><div align="center">She's exceeding my expectations and putting way more stickers on than I thought she would! </div><div align="center">She's already earned a few "presents" for her stickers...very high quality presents (loving the dollar section!), I might add.</div><div align="center">Quality enough to produce masterpieces....</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrGiupv549uqxWtp4UA2fmZSfkG95nOpQroe6mUk3h55tb76Yp-ZZXKoVP4BE1MMzjZ0Ty0g27_ZZ2ZTySwnf2YAYEzw2gQ_2of91ir94aHS7AQi3Jal3jeMfTsOWtRSeIeRr4sx2wFNtM/s1600/brynns+picture.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="191" l6="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrGiupv549uqxWtp4UA2fmZSfkG95nOpQroe6mUk3h55tb76Yp-ZZXKoVP4BE1MMzjZ0Ty0g27_ZZ2ZTySwnf2YAYEzw2gQ_2of91ir94aHS7AQi3Jal3jeMfTsOWtRSeIeRr4sx2wFNtM/s320/brynns+picture.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div align="center">...priceless ones that will be added to the "baby book" collection of memories. </div><div align="center">(I am absolutely enthralled by the way her little mind makes her fingers concentrate so hard to create marks that go much beyond the fast, wild, "I'm Done!" kind of scribbles!)</div><div align="center"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">Not related in any way, but maybe eventually they will be...?</div><div style="text-align: center;">The only reason, for now, is because the table is the center of the house where all things random find their resting place.<br />
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As far as the potty chair goes....Brynn has finally decided it's time....words that are (or will be) music to my ears and also, a little stretch of my imagination. One of her friends that plays here each day has taken the next step and I'm really hoping that his eagerness, quickly, becomes Brynn's. <br />
But, for now, the {clean} potty chair on my table is there for <em>anyone</em> who will use it!<br />
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I'm slightly annoyed with myself that I've accumulated a Christmas decoration pile that <em>still</em> needs to be put away. As I do every year, and mostly out of laziness and sadness in having to take down "Christmas", I left a few things up that represented winter, and not just Christmas. <br />
But, after a stretch of spring-like days and definite spring fever, it is time....<br />
kind of like potty chair time. <br />
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</div>Amy Landherrhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13286583413151341231noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-348097009521703164.post-76160356541356464532011-02-15T14:57:00.004-06:002011-02-16T12:15:02.699-06:00Slow-Bake...No-Bake....?<div style="text-align: center;">....or Turn-On-The-Oven-and-Bake???</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">A day late, and a few degrees short....that's how today has panned out. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Arriving back to the 'arctic chill' </div><div style="text-align: center;">(or so it seems to those who have spend the last 4 days basking in the 'sunny & 80's') has proven to be more of a shock than I imagined. </div><div style="text-align: center;">My initial thought as I left the sunny elevation, passed through the thick blanket of clouds, and then descended into gray skies and dirty cars.....How bad could it be? I mean really, I was just here four days ago, changing diapers, begging for a quiet naptime, and planning my 'day late' Valentine's Day treats. </div><div style="text-align: center;">Four days, typically, doesn't bring about much of a difference from one day to the next in this household. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Unless, of course, you have been kidless, snowless, carefree, and drinking wine among palms. </div><div style="text-align: center;">I missed my kids & hubby like crazy....</div><div style="text-align: center;">But definitely could've used a day to<em> unwind</em> from my <em>unwinding</em>!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">And those 'day late' Valentine's Day treats....yeah....that was the moment when I realized my mind was still somewhere between here and Phoenix. </div><div style="text-align: center;">Trying to accomplish some treat-baking during naptime, I, like usual, overbaked my first batch of V-day treats. Quickly and again, like usual, I switched off the oven and grabbed the cupcakes before they turned any darker shade of brown.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Batch #2 then went in. I kept setting the timer for a few minutes and would check....and check.....and check again....and recheck....and couldn't figure out why these cookies were still not done. </div><div style="text-align: center;">(Don't worry, it's not like this checking...rechecking....went on for an hour...<br />
....it was only about 35 minutes)<br />
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Lesson: Plan a day of unwinding after any type of vacation before returning to the 'full' duties of mommyhood.......<br />
...and make sure the oven's on. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"> </div>Amy Landherrhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13286583413151341231noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-348097009521703164.post-47991652427844084382011-02-09T14:03:00.001-06:002011-02-09T14:05:06.117-06:00"C'mon Evybody, Let's Poop"...<div style="text-align: center;">...as one two-year-old so eloquently put it. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">(*TMI Warning*)</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Have you ever had one of those days where all you can smell is poop? </div><div style="text-align: center;">Where the scent lingers in your nostrils, and just won't escape...even with a fragrant lunch on the stove?</div><div style="text-align: center;">Yeah, me too.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">In fact, it happens quite often 'round these parts. </div><div style="text-align: center;">With six out of six kids in diapers, several (or on some lucky days, <em>most) </em>of the daily diapers are bound to be filled with it. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">So, I've decided (with the help and perspective of a two-year-old) that if you're going to deal with poop all day, you might as well make a party out of it. </div><div style="text-align: center;">Similar to making lemonade out of lemons....but not really. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">As many of our family members know, Brynn often has a 'hard' time pooping, but is always persistent in her trying. So much, in fact, that today, as she assumed her usual position, she muttered to her friends,</div><div style="text-align: center;">"C'mon evybody, let's poop." </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Hey, if I was going to spend a lot of time doing one particular thing, </div><div style="text-align: center;">I might want friends to keep me company too. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div>Amy Landherrhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13286583413151341231noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-348097009521703164.post-5439087254454265282011-02-07T13:29:00.002-06:002011-02-08T13:26:03.180-06:00No Shortage of Trouble, Just Caffeine<div style="text-align: center;">Well, Happy Monday to you too, Ben! </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIV89r8Atrh2GXQm7o2nFgbShv5MllN69cPmsj_mVcXoQZkUe88e7W3819WR4xdaQyHnCuaOaBJ8MLDhlBq3SCTA0PBTt4u2s0AGxsepYhMP7peGkbnYmRrM4OZv-E0ModLvNvexAldm8J/s1600/066.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" h5="true" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIV89r8Atrh2GXQm7o2nFgbShv5MllN69cPmsj_mVcXoQZkUe88e7W3819WR4xdaQyHnCuaOaBJ8MLDhlBq3SCTA0PBTt4u2s0AGxsepYhMP7peGkbnYmRrM4OZv-E0ModLvNvexAldm8J/s320/066.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">A discovery I made after hauling the kids downstairs...not to mention, having just cleaned up the kitchen (including the floor) after breakfast. </div><div style="text-align: center;">Don't feel too sorry for me though, it's not like there were two days' worth of old coffee grounds on the top of the garbage or anything... <br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">There were only 1 1/2 days' worth. </div><div style="text-align: center;">I wouldn't have expected myself to remember at 9:30 last night that I didn't have enough of a coffee supply left to get me through my typical morning. </div><div style="text-align: center;">I think that post-it note reminder was also somewhere in the heap. <br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">(Is there a coffee delivery service? I'm not even kidding...what a great gig that would be! Takers?)</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div>Amy Landherrhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13286583413151341231noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-348097009521703164.post-90098043660269785842011-02-06T03:58:00.000-06:002011-02-06T04:15:27.188-06:00Ready or Not....Here It Is<div style="text-align: center;">The timing couldn't be more perfect. After all, it is 2:48 am. </div><div style="text-align: center;">The restless two-year-old is finally back to sleep and now at the foot of our bed (on the floor, that is...her preference these days). The feverish and croupy fifteen-month-old is back in her bed (for the 3rd time) after being Tylenoled up and rocked a bit. And, the tired mom is getting ready to hop back into her now cold side of the bed. </div><div style="text-align: center;">Or not. </div><div style="text-align: center;">I'm sitting on the couch, wide awake, and typing a first blog entry for this new endeavor I've been considering in the back of my busy brain. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">For a while now, I've been <strike>venting</strike> documenting my weekly (who am I kidding...they're daily) occurrences...pitfalls... incidences... <em>adventures</em>....(call them what you will) on Facebook. </div><div style="text-align: center;">Since the wonderfully addicting, but amazing social media site is pretty crucial for one's survival (especially someone who socializes with two-year-olds all day), I hold those friends in the highest regard. </div><div style="text-align: center;">So, for those who have 'liked' or commented on the humor of my <em>adventures of mommyhood</em> that I am so often posting about, thank you for tempting me to blog about it. </div><div style="text-align: center;">After all, laughter is the best medicine...even at someone else's expense (.....kidding!). </div><div style="text-align: center;">So, if my <em>adventures</em> (whether short, long, funny, sad, or disgusting) can bring laughter, a sense of relief or a feeling of relatedness (that is a word, I looked it up), then that is good enough for this mommy.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Most of all, I hope these {memories} will make me smile a few years down the road when my kids are 'too cool' to be entertaining their parents!</div>Amy Landherrhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13286583413151341231noreply@blogger.com0