31 May
It’s hard right now, I have so many things I need to say, so many things to explain – but the time isn’t right. I am left with really the only option being to not blog right now.
Those of you who pray, please – please do so for my family. Especially the children.
I will return. I miss this part of my life. But I leave you with an adorable picture of GO.
GO eating a doughnut!
~Mummy Butterfly )i(
17 May
Happy Happy
Birthday!!!
Happy, Happy
Birthday!!!
Happy Happy,
Birthday!!!!!
8 May
Celebrate me all year long – I don’t need a Sunday lunch.
Celebrate me all year long – flowery weeds during the summer make me smile, when they are bunched up in your little fists.
Celebrate me all year long – when you shove the lizard in my face, I know it’s because you want to share your heart with me.
Celebrate me all year long – my favorite memories are of curling up with hot chocolate and watching movies with you.
Celebrate me all year long – I love that I can argue with you about which super hero is better and who the aliens would take if they found our family (we all know it’s not me!).
To my dearest hearts – B10, CW & GO – thank you for making me a Mummy.
To my other dears – Margot & Anne – thank you for reminding me that I’m a GOOD Mummy, even when I’m playing pretend.
To my own Mum – I love you.
~Mummy Butterfly )i(
5 May
GO’s preschool celebrated Cinco de Mayo – which basically meant that all the two year olds had “Mexican Mustaches” and sticky number 5’s on their clothes. They were “Mexican Fives”.
A-flippin-dorable!
~Mummy Butterfly )i(
4 May
GO has learned a new trick. When she’s in bed or in her swing at bedtime, she likes to get up and be with the “grownups”. But saying “UP! UP!” only leads to someone saying: “It’s night-night time, go to sleep, GO.”
That wasn’t working for GO, and she’s a tricky little bugger. So now, she sits (or lays in bed) and calls out – in a slightly sad voice -“Mummy – HE-P ME! HE-P ME!”
Help me? HELP me? How on earth is a mum suppose to ignore that pitiful cry?
Showing off a Sheep...
The Little Weasel…
The Little Weasel Smiles Benevolently
~Mummy Butterfly )i(
2 May
B10 met a rock today. With his head.
It wasn’t pretty.
And I spent almost 3 hours in the ER. FUN TIMES! I LOVE being a Boy Mummy…
~Mummy Butterfly )i(
2 May
It’s another “M” month, plus, I’m pretty obsessive about music – so today I’m sharing one of my favorite songs from this week’s Top 20 Country Charts.
I’ve already shared how much I love the song “This” by Darius Rucker, and I almost missed one of my other favorites this week, because I was fast-forwarding through Rascal Flatts songs (sorry, Justin Bieber – just can’t listen to you…). It took me a minute to realize that there are TWO Rascal Flatts songs in the top 20 – and I love the second one (a live recording).
So many situations this can apply too, which is what makes it a beautiful song.
I Won’t Let Go
It’s like a storm
That cuts a path
It breaks your will
It feels like that
You think you’re lost
But you’re not lost
On your own
You’re not alone
I will stand by you
I will help you through
When you’ve done all you can do
And you can’t cope
I will dry your eyes
I will fight your fight
I will hold you tight
And I won’t let go
It hurts my heart
To see you cry
I know it’s dark
This part of life
Oh, it finds us all
And we’re too small
To stop the rain
Oh, but when it rains
I will stand by you
I will help you through
When you’ve done all you can do
And you can’t cope
I will dry your eyes
I will fight your fight
I will hold you tight
And I won’t let you fall
Don’t be afraid to fall
I’m right here to catch you
I won’t let you down
It won’t get you down
You’re gonna make it
Yeah, I know you can make it
Cause I will stand by you
I will help you through
When you’ve done all you can do
And you can’t cope
And I will dry your eyes
I will fight your fight
I will hold you tight
And I won’t let go
Oh I’m gonna hold you
And I won’t let go
Won’t let you go
No, I won’t.
I think this song is the most beautiful promise someone can make. And I promise in so many ways.
~Mummy Butterfly )i(
1 May
The Shoes of the Night
A couple of weeks ago, I had the privilege of going to GO’s preschool night for Mums (Moments for Mum). It’s one of those things that even just a couple of years ago, I would have dreaded (in fact, when I went when CW was in Kindergarten it was beautiful, but I felt very out of place). I’ve never been one to have many close women friends, so the idea of a night with a bunch of other women was never an idea I felt comfortable with. The theme was beautiful, but the event wasn’t “me”.
This year, the theme was friendships. I sat at a table with a group of women that I care very deeply about (even though I missed BooSheep, who was running sound in the booth). It was such a difference – not in the quality of program (the preschool is AMAZING with their programs), but in my attitude and what I received out of the night.
I realize how much I longed for female friends, not that I didn’t cherish (and thrive) with all the male friendships I had/have. But I think somewhere deep down inside of me, I felt like I didn’t “fit in” with women. I wasn’t really fond of “girly” things, I don’t wear makeup, and Heaven Help Me (and anyone else in the room) if I have to watch a “chick-flick”. I can’t even stand to read most of the (quite excellent – I confess) Christian Romance novels out there, it’s just not my thing. So, I know I put up a barrier around myself, because it was easier to do that then feel left out of conversations. But now, I have those friendships, and I am so lucky.
What does all this have to do with shoes? One of my very best friends and I aren’t exactly alike, but one of the ways that I knew I truly loved her (and I DO love you, Edelweiss!) is when I realized that she understood the importance of wearing good shoes and doing heavy labor at the same time. I don’t know how many events we did together that involved moving chairs, auction items, tables, food and running up and down stairs with walkie talkies in high heels. By the end of the night, we would be barefoot and laughing – tired, but closer as friends.
As I got dressed for the Moments for Mum, I put on my Gladiator Sandals (yes, that’s the official name for the heels, plus – I wore them when the Ancient Rome exhibit was at the museum). I love my high heels, and rarely get to wear them anymore. After the event was over, it was time to help take down stuff. (The walls were covered with our children’s artwork.) Mrs. B was up on her ladder, and I was un-stapling and gathering items. Then there were chairs to stack and tables to flip up and close, ladders to haul to doors and all manner of things to move. And I did it in my heels, and as I watched plenty of other women do the same thing, it brought back wonderful memories of my past – and made me very glad for where I was at that very moment.
I was home by 10:30 and took my shoes off, placing them in my wicker shoe basket, when I really wanted to take a picture. They aren’t the highest heels I own (that honor goes to my adorable brown satin heels).
See? Brown Satin Heel is much taller!
They aren’t my favorite shoes (that would be my hiking boots).
OOOH - LOVE my hiking boots (thanks, Edelweiss!)
But they’ve gotten me through a lot, and led me to a place where I can accept myself for who I am, and allow people to love me – and allow me to realize I don’t HAVE to fit a sterotype. I am me, not matter what is in my future.
Metal Studs - very Roman, right?
And I think that makes them pretty impressive shoes.
~Mummy Butterfly )i(
15 Years Old
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The C4 Tree 