1.31.2011

Good Noise.

We like good noise at our house.
Sorry these tiny videos are not great quality.
I used our underwater camera, and didn't know how to take longer shots.
Oh well, hope you enjoy these little morsels anyway!

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Rock on!

1.26.2011

Cake date.

We had a girls only cake date!
My friend Wendi is a fabulous cake decorator.
We spent a fun filled night last week learning & laughing.


My mom joined us to make some memories.
Here are the cakes before we turned them 
into beauties.


What 7 year old girl doesn't want a purple cake?


Skoogs rolling out the sweet pink fondant.


She's smoothing out those edges.


Grandpma A & Googles working hard on
those fondant flowers!



What a creative bunch of girls!
And what a fun project to share together!


Three finished cakes...
three happy girls.

Thanks so much Wendi!!!!

1.24.2011

Motherhood.


I've decided that being a mom is...complicated.
It can be so confusing at times.
Other times it is perfection and bliss.

Motherhood throws you all kinds of curves.
It is not for the weak.

And still...
I love it.
I adore it.
I wouldn't trade it.
It makes me the happiest.


1.10.2011

Winning the battle...in my head.

The week before a tennis tournament, there are a few things that I do differently.
I eat better. 
 I stay active, fitting in a few extra practice games.
  I try to go to bed at a decent hour.
I carry around a positive, almost kick-butt attitude.
I powwow with my partner about strategy.
I make sure my favorite tennis skirts are washed and ready to go.  :)

I was thinking about this yesterday as I finished off a bowl of Rocky Road ice cream,
wallowing in thoughts of self-doubt,
and trying to make myself leave the pity party I had thrown.
It was a pretty lame party, I'm the only one that came.

It was a fun tournament!
My partner was one of my favorite girls!
We kicked some butt more than once.
And then we headed into the match that eventually led me toward the Rocky Road.

It started with our usual giddy, let's go attitude.
After the warm up I was well aware that this would be a tough one.
One girl had power.  The other, good hands.
In tennis, good hands is a term for being able to handle the ball well, power or no power.
And that little seed of self-doubt just settled itself right into my brain.

We held our own and were up in the first set 5-2.  One more game, and the set was ours.
Only it's not a good thing to think like that.
Don't let up, there is no guarantee you have the next game.  Keep fighting.
The set ended 5-7.  They got it.
Wait...What?

Okay, no problem.  Put that set behind you and get it in the second.
Only, by this time I had made a few stupid mistakes.
AND lost my serve.
Meaning this...my serve is one of my weapons, or maybe I should say WAS.
I couldn't find it.
Excuse me, but could we take a break while I go looking for my serve?
It was here a little while ago, but it just took off without telling me.
I kind of really need that back.

But of course, there was no break to go looking.
And so with my missing serve and some stupid mistakes,
and the seed of self-doubt that had somehow turned into a tree,
we proceeded into the second set.

We fought.  We made some amazing points.
But for me, it was different.
Someone else was on the court with us now.
Actually, it was a group of them, and...they were in my head.
And they wouldn't shut up!
They were so loud, and they kept talking over each other.
Saying stuff like this:
Is your toss right?
Why aren't you moving your feet?
Why are you hanging back?
Cover your partner!
Don't take your eyes off that ball!
Are all those people really watching you?  You better impress them!
Make a solid volley!
Why did you just feed them a high one?

Do you know how annoying this is?
It's called nerves.
It's called panic.
It's called over thinking.
It's called...dangerous.
And it is a real and annoying part of the game of tennis.

The match ended with a final score of 5-7, 6-7.
A close match.
But it didn't feel close.
For some reason, to me, it felt like a landslide loss.
And I think that is because of the battle in my brain.
Because of what was in my head while on the court.
I lost the mental battle, and it showed in my game.


As I said, the pity party is over.
The Rocky Road was good, don't get me wrong.
But all it did was leave me
feeling fat and defeated.

Here is what I will take from this match:
1. Treat every week like a pre-tournament week...good food, good sleep, good attitude, etc.
2.  Put in some extra time to get my serve back.
3.  Mental toughness is just as important or more so than physical strength.
4.  Know how to shut off those stupid voices when they start chattering.
5. Know my weaknesses and keep them in check.
6.  Play to win!!  Don't play to keep from losing!!  There IS a difference.
7.  Keep playing.  Keep it fun.  Ugly tennis can still be fun tennis.
8.  Don't go for the Rocky Road after a loss.  You'll regret it later.
9.  And lastly, don't invite anyone to your pity party...
just move on, and get ready for the next battle, I mean match.







1.03.2011

A bit about us.

Did you know...

 ...that I absolutely adore aprons?
And that baking sugar cookies with my cuties is a favorite tradition?

 ...that these two share a birthday the day after Christmas?
And that this was the 1st year she ever had breakfast in bed?


 ...that this one is the lead singer & guitar player in a garage band?
 And that he recently wrote his first song?

...that we have the best neighbors in the world?
Thank you for Christmas breakfast Joanna.
Our taste buds will never be the same.


...that this one frequently asks me for a little brother?
...please?
No can do sweetie poo.

...that one of my nicknames for this man is "Mr. Phone"?
And that the blondie on the right wants to be a fashion designer?


...that even though this child can be a puzzle to me, 
I am constantly intrigued & amazed by her?


...that I hate being cold?
Warm hats, mittens, hot cocoa, fireplaces...ALL friends.

...that I wouldn't trade this guy for anything?
He is still the sweet in my lemonade.

...and that I am going to try to be a better blogger in 2011?

Happy New Year!
From, a happy girl.