We Are Ready

Brad and I had a little impromptu Monday night date night last night. (We are at the point where anything we do just the two of us outside of the house counts as a date.) Last night, it was high glamour: we made our coronavirus supply kits:

We are truly not overly concerned. But...our friend in infectious disease sent the message yesterday that it was probably time to prep. He is less concerned about the virus and more concerned about the mass panic that might happen.

I knew as soon as we got the message with his recommendations Brad would be all over it. He takes great pride in taking good care of us, and Disaster Master kicked into full gear last night. In addition to the prescription refills and two weeks of non-perishables our friend suggested, Brad added propane tanks for our camp stove, extra toilet paper, and batteries. We are also stocked with fire wood and flats of water.

We talked with the kids about the kits, and Issa admitted she felt better, and that was all it took for Brad to breathe a little easier. He really does love us so well.

A Mother/Son Project

When Issa and I were working on her bathroom, Evan announced he wanted to build something with me. He and I rarely have anything just the two of us, so I jumped all over that! We had been talking about building a cat tower, so he and I went online and picked a kit. Sunday, we did the building.

Brad totally made fun of my process, but it works! We laid all of the pieces out in alphabetical order before we started:

 Evan did all of the tightening, and aside from us both about losing our minds trying to build the apartment, it went really well! Inserting rods in the corners takes a lot of patience; those holes just did not want to line up and you can't see in there at all!

 But...in about an hour we had a finished project that made Evan very happy:

 And the cats are enjoying it, too. Inks just runs up and down it:

 Frosty likes to climb to the top and pass out:

I'm so grateful for these moments when I can be with the kiddos one on one, and I think the cats are very happy with this particular project, too!

Back in the Pottery Studio

Last night, I finally made it back to the pottery studio for the first time in over a month. I've either had work commitments or the kiddos had something going at school. I've missed it.

Last night, though, I was exhausted by dinner. I also knew I was teetering on the edge of burn out. I knew I needed the outlet, but the thought of the drive down that gravel road was more than I could handle. Enter Brad.

He drove me last night. The dear, sweet man drove me and sat in the car to work and read while I played in the studio. I broke a bowl when I tried to trim it. I trimmed another bowl that may be the most regular bowl I've ever made. And...I threw a gravy boat. I was trying to make a tea cup, but I think it's going to be a decent little gravy boat!

I felt so much better as I was leaving. There is something about center clay that centers me. Even when I make a flop or break a piece, I leave feeling more whole, and I'm so grateful to have a husband that makes that possible.

Such a Fun Weekend with My Girl

I had such a fun weekend with my girl!

Friday and Saturday, we had a dance competition in Greensboro. Her team killed it this weekend:

We had two not insignificant injuries (not Issa), but these girls never missed a beat. They supported each other, cheered their teammates on, and came home with a lot of trophies and pride.

My plan for Sunday was to basically collapse, but Issa asked if I would help her reorganize her bathroom. We really haven't done a thing in there ever, so it was past time, as the before pictures prove:

I told her I would give her $75 to invest in organization/storage and anything else she needed to make the space a place she wanted to be in and wanted to keep tidy. She spent $74.89, including some sparkling water that matched the new color scheme for us to enjoy while we worked:

The first step was just to take everything out. She threw away or donated a ton of stuff she just didn't need anymore. We had some old accessories that matched the old shower curtain that found their way out, which cleared up a lot of space under the sink. She also got rid of all the headbands and bows she hasn't work in years. The empty space:

Then we started working. She and I assembled a shelving unit, and she was so impressed with us! She scavenged some things from her room to improve organization, and we found some baskets to contain all the bottles. We organized small things in pretty containers, and made the space look more like a teenager:

She is thrilled with the finished project, and she loved getting ready for bed in her new space. Now here's hoping it stays this clean...

When you have a ten year old boy...

We have a message board on the outside of the half-bath door, which is off of our kitchen. Usually, I put something seasonal up there. Until yesterday, it had a cute Valentine's Day message. Then Evan found the letters:

He thinks he's hysterical, and I have to admit I did laugh pretty hard.

All of the Arts!

We girls had a very fun weekend!

This whole week is Spirit Week at the studio as we prepare for our first whole company competition this weekend. Saturday happened to be Sparkle Saturday, and we were on it! We had tickets to Mean Girls at DPAC, and we decided to add a little extra sparkle:

 Issa actually wore my sophomore year homecoming dress:

 And little brother wanted a selfie before we left:

 He and Dad stayed home for wings and stranger things; everyone thinks they got the better end of this deal.

Mean Girls  was solidly fine, although Issa loved it. Sunday, however, we went to the ballet:

This presentation was actually four ballets, and they were all amazing. My favorite, though, was a hauntingly beautiful piece set to Adagio for Strings.

We came home and made dinner together, which we followed with a Whitt's run. Everyone settled in for an early night, which I think makes it an absolutely perfect weekend!

Best Valentine!

Brad and I had our first date on Valentine's Day 22 years ago. That day, he brought me 11 red roses because he had sent the 12th to school the day before. He has always been an amazing gift giver.

This year, though, he outdid himself:

Allow me to introduce Inkspots Loveletters, also known as Inks. She is actually quite small weighing in at just over six pounds, and we are guessing she is about nine months old.

I had a calico growing up that I adored, and Nuzzle, our first cat that became truly my cat, wasn't a calico but had the personality of one. It's been two years, and just before Christmas I told Brad I was ready for another cat--and I really wanted a calico.

My sweet husband has been stalking shelters and rescues since then, hoping that someone would arrive to be a Valentine. Wednesday, he called me at work and asked if I could slip out a little early to come meet this sweet face; she came home with us that day.

She was a stray, and we are quite sure she had never been in a house before ours. She is the sweetest little snuggler, and she is the first cat I have ever had that plays hide and seek. She will snuggle her little self somewhere, and when I walk in the room and call her name, she will just start purring until I find her. Thank goodness she has a very loud purr box.

22 years ago, we ended up at Taco Bell because the other restaurant lost Brad's reservation. Tonight, we plan to go to Moe's because we both love it and hate the whole fancier restaurant on Valentine's vibe. We will come home and snuggle in with Inks, and I can't think of a better way to spend the holiday.

Girls' Weekend!

I have so very many things to post, but this week has been a blur! I think I will start with last weekend...

Issa, Mom, and I headed west Saturday morning to go to Biltmore. They are hosting the Downton exhibit, and we girls were very anxious to see it!

We arrived in time for a small bite of lunch, and every Biltmore weekends must start with bubbles:

After some charcuterie and hummus, we headed to the big Inn for high tea. None of us had ever been there, and it certainly didn't disappoint. The first course was scones, and we were so enthralled we forgot to take pictures. The second course was the tea sandwiches:

 Smoked salmon mouse on black shortbread, a beet and yogurt gelee, a traditional cucumber sandwich, chicken salad on a croissant crustini, and an asparagus and herb cheese tart. Issa was not a fan of the mouse or beet options, but we thoroughly enjoyed the course.

The third course was the most creative cheese course I have ever experienced:

 They called it "A Wish for Summer," and it looked like an upside down ice cream cone. The goat cheese was lovely and placed on a red wine reduction with pink pepper corns. The cone was dipped in cocoa nibs, and it was perfect once we figured out how to eat it. We had been advised to just break the cone and use it to scoop the cheese. For the record, that is much more difficult than it seems.

The final course was the dessert, and they did not disappoint:

 A fig tart, raspberry petit four, shortbread cookie, lemon pannacotta on a violet shortbread, and chocolate cheese cake.

Our sweet hostess spent most of tea gushing over our three generations ans snapped this picture:

 After tea, we went to part one of the Downton exhibit. The whole first part was an interactive display about the show and it's relationship with real history. We spent an hour opening drawers to see the artifacts and reading. It was so fun to see many of the letters that are referenced in the show written out, and we learned so much about the time period.

The second half were some of the actual sets from the show. Mr. Carson's butler's pantry was so fun:

 And Issa went nuts in the kitchen:

 But we all lost our minds over the servants' dining room, complete with the call bells:

 The final room was the family dining room, and we learned so much about the etiquette of the time:

 We ended our day at the Bistro for dinner. Just as we were finishing eating the fire alarm went off, which was hysterical. Nothing seemed to be amiss, and we were back at our table in about five minutes, but it will be a memory!

Sunday morning, we got up early to go see the house:

 We were one of the first people in, and the new audio guide features members of the family talking about how they unearthed the house's history and curators talking about how the maintain the collection. We actually got to see them refinishing some floors and restenciling a wall!

After lunch at Cedric's, we went to see the second half of the Downton exhibit, which was all costumes. The plaques talked not only about the show but also about the fashion of the times. We actually went through the exhibit twice!

Issa was so thrilled that Sybil's pantsuit was there:

 And we all loved seeing so many of the gowns up close:

 After some final shopping we headed home. It was a whirlwind trip, but I am so grateful for the time. We laughed so hard, and it was lovely to travel with Issa when she could really hang with the grown-ups.

Elementary School is Killing Me

Full disclosure: we are over elementary school at our house. Evan is ready for the freedom and increased independence of middle school, and I am pretty much over all of the homework signing and what have you. 

Then this came home yesterday:

                                

Be still my heart. I have to admit, my first thought was "thank goodness he finally cut his hair." After that, I couldn't help but marvel at how he has grown in these six years from that tiny reluctant reader into my big kid who loves books. He is still just as ornery and sweet and every bit our Evan. I can't wait to see what the next six years bring.

Weirdos

We openly admit our dogs are weirdos. Yesterday, I finally captured some of their weirdness in a photo:

It's a little hard to tell, but they are playing tug of war with a stick. They do this often. They run together with sticks, each holding one end. They play keep-away with sticks, pretending they are going to let the other grab an end and then run away. Occassionally, Buddy eats sticks.

They are weirdos, but I can't imagine our lives without them.

First Competition in the Books!

Our first competition and convention of the season is in the books, and it was a huge one! We traveled to Reston, Virginia for West Coast. West Coast is absolutely my favorite weekend of the season because it really is completely focused on improving as a dancer.

For the first time, Issa competed her solo there. She had quite the look traveling from our hotel room to the competition room in her costume, spirit jersey, and sneakers:

 She was a bit nervous, and we had a rocky start. I might have accidentally glued her eye shut trying to get her lashes on. Oops. But...she slowly settled, and I loved seeing her smile in the dressing room.

 She did an amazing job onstage, and we are so grateful to Mrs. Lauren A. for this beautiful solo:

But I'm even more grateful for how well she loves our girl:

This was a new weekend for us. Issa is old enough now I don't go to the classes with her. I spent my days in the hotel room fixing food, getting costumes ready, and working. I loved being with her for the competition, though, and I love how much she is settling into herself. She knows what she needs, and she was so incredibly grateful for everything I did. I finally had to tell her to stop saying thank you.

We made it home before nine last night, and although we are both tired, I wouldn't have traded one second of this weekend for anything.

Paying it Forward

Every once in a while, I get a full-circle moment that catches me off guard at work. Last night was one of those in the best possible way.

I've been working on a research project with a group of undergrads for two years now. We met the purpose of the study, and we presented our findings. We could be finished. They want to publish, and they took a first pass at an article. Bless.

Last night, I remembered how incredibly difficult that first article is. We sat around the table and talked about what we have accomplished and far we have to go. Three of my students have already graduated and are ready to just move on--a perfectly valid move. The last, though, is still around, and she is going to take on this work as her thesis.

I will be her advisor, and I heard so many of the women who mentored me through my first publications last night. I remember so well the feeling of desolation when you have done so much and are told there is still so much to do. I also heard myself offering the same encouragement. Breaking it down into the same chunks. Paying it forward.

I will always be grateful to the women who poured into me while I was in graduate school. They took my terrible drafts and helped me get them into the world. I'm anxious to do the same on this project, and I hope she will pay it forward one day, too.

A Crazy Week in Wonderland

Last week was absolutely insane. Every four years, the faculty produces Alice in Wonderland for our students. We start with read-throughs in December, but we really put the whole thing together in a week. Our one dress rehearsal is Thursday in front of our families and alumni, and then we do two shows Friday and Saturday for our current students. It's crazy and exhausting and I love it even if I still haven't recovered. This year, I made my debut as the Caterpillar:

I had a very supportive fan club Thursday:

And I loved seeing former students:

And most importantly, getting the seal of approval from my predecessor:

Aside from a trip down the rabbit hole, we also had a pretty big week at home! Evan won the chorus award at school:

 Although I was most proud when I caught him reading just for fun:

And Issa got braces:

Friday was rough, but she's feeling better each day, and I think she looks super cute!

What I Wish...

Yesterday, we got the official notice of all of the dates to get Issa registered for high school. I feel like yesterday I was registering her for kindergarten, but I blinked and here we are. And we are ready.

I was texting with a friend about the notice yesterday, and we were  talking about all of the adventures high school will hold: dual enrollment, homecomings, proms. A first date made the list, which of course made us fast-forward. My friend asked what I hoped for in a husband for Issa someday, and we made the usual list: sense of humor, someone who will know her well enough to support her and challenge her, blah blah blah.

But as I was loading the dishwasher last night, I realized what I really want: I want someone who knows she likes a little fork.

Issa has this weird quirk where she prefers to eat dinner with a salad fork. I don't get it, but it is what it is. As I was putting that little fork in the dishwasher, I realized I want someone to pay attention to those little details she will never mention and just set out a small fork when he sets the table. If he does that, I will know everything else will fall into place because he's paying attention.

For now, though, I think we'll just worry about high school classes....

The Official Start of the Season

Issa's dance season officially kicked off yesterday with Showcase. We were so proud of our girl. She just continues to grow as a dancer, and it was so lovely to see her really enjoy being on stage. We have our backstage routine down to a science, and aside from a small melt-down over fake eyelashes, it was smooth sailing.

What I loved most, though, was this:

She had a huge cheering section. Not pictured are the world's best prop dad and brother, who spent pretty much the whole show hauling various props on and off stage. Nana came, and Aunt Shannon flew in from Chicago. Issa had been talking to my Aunt Beth and Uncle Nick about Showcase at Tyler's wedding, so they drove up from Atlanta to cheer her on. I know Issa is so very, very loved, but I'm always so humbled when people travel in to sit a school auditorium for over three hours to watch her on stage for about 30 minutes total. It was a great way to begin what I'm sure will be a fabulous season (in which I promise to take more pictures).

Working an Abandoned Muscle

I received this cute journal from Don and Nancy for Christmas: 

Each page has a sentence or two at the top--a random story starter. You have one page to finish it.

I have found myself, sharp pencil in hand, rediscovering my old love of creative writing. I used to write with my students all the time, but when I left the classroom, I stopped working that muscle.

I'm finding immense joy in writing again, though! My stories aren't great, and I'm nowhere close to hitting on something that might spark the next great American novel, but I love hearing the scratch on the page and the feel of the words flowing from my hand. I'm not pre-writing or overthinking anything. I'm just writing for the love of words, and it's so very lovely.

The Great Christmas Wrap-Up

Today we head back into the regular routine. I'm in the office, the kids are in school, and Brad is enjoying a quiet home office again.

We did have a fabulous Christmas, though, and I reminded again how grateful I am to have people who take pictures because I took zero the entire time we were in Ohio!

Our Christmas celebrating started the Friday before with a girls' trip to the see The Nutcracker. We were all so tired from the final week of work and school before the break, but we loved the production:

The highlight, though, was watching Issa love on these pointe shoes that had been worn by one of her favorite ballerinas:

The low-light was watching the weirdo come home and smell them:

 I love that ballet still makes her so happy, and it was a great way to start the celebrating!

We spent the weekend celebrating at Nana's. Saturday, we had a PJ day:

 We finished the evening by watching the Downton movie, and then we spent Sunday preparing a feast from the Downton cookbook and celebrating. Aunt Shannon captured the traditional package pictures:

 Issa was thrilled by her new make-up set:

 And Evan is in love with his soccer cards:

 Monday we packed up for Napoleon! On Christmas morning, Santa filled the stockings since he had already brought our gifts:

 And Brad and I surprised the kids with their own Echo Dots. We wanted them to have a little something to open on Christmas morning, and this picture is when Brad and Issa figured out how to give them a British accent:

Christmas morning was spent in our PJs again--one last time with all of us matching:

 Adding a generation:

 And one more:

This branch of the family has decided to move our celebrating to July so we can all have a little less crazy on Christmas morning, so this year was a little extra special. We made gingerbread house placemats and bead ornaments while sipping hot cocoa.

Most of the rest of the time in Napoleon was spend playing with Cash, Tyler and Hannah's new puppy. He's three months of golden energy and adorableness!

On the 26th, we headed South and spend time with Brad's side. My favorite moments were my one-on-one moments with each of my nieces and nephew. Adult nieces and nephews are just the coolest, and I love having very real conversations with each of them. We also got to babysit our youngest niece, and I got to play with a light-bright again.

We ended our trip with Papa Don and Grandma Nancy, which is always a nice soft place to land. We played games, watched movies, and picked hickory nuts from the shell. I love our time to just be before the long drive back.

On our way back, we also managed to sneak in a visit with Grandma Judy! We hadn't been to her house in years, and it was so good to talk--even if it was just an hour visit.

I think those are the moments of Christmas I treasure most--all the conversations. I'm looking forward to the next round...