Adventures in Corporate America.

Well, I didn't mention this because my mind was still spinning, but the Thursday before I left for Austin, my boss was let go, and then on Friday, HIS boss (the CMO) was let go, and well let's just say that they basically re-organized everything at the very top levels. And guess who will be my new boss? My new boss, DRUM ROLL, is one of the key people I referenced before, that has taught me that not everyone is gonna like me. Yup. 4th boss in two years and this one hates my guts coming in. So there you go.

I'm not really upset about it honestly. I was at first, but then I got over it. FIRST, I had a series of things happen that made me feel way worse than my dumb job situation. People can be so very disappointing. And then SECOND, I got over feeling bad about those things, mainly because you can't change how people treat you. You can only change how you deal with the way people treat you. I spent a lot of time actually thinking about something Ahmad had been talking to me about while I was in Austin...he was talking to me about how when you're right with God and you are focused on the real things, you realize that it doesn't matter what happens to you. It doesn't matter how people treat you. Because you're good. It's not about any of that. It's about the journey and how you move through it. And I don't know if any of that makes any sense- but it doesn't matter what happens at work- what happens is what is meant to happen. And I am good either way. 

So I'm just being me. And if that works- great. If it doesn't- then that's fine too.

Anyway. We had a GREAT weekend...we had Davis' school carnival Friday which the kids LOVED, we took Davis to get a big kid haircut on Saturday (don't tell Great Clips), we got a new dishwasher (very exciting, I know) and then the kids had Parents Night out Saturday evening so Bennett and I went and had a great dinner downtown. Then today- we didn't have a single item on our agenda so we just palled around, playing, doing some things that needed to be done, went on a bike ride, and then tonight I went to a workout, which felt great.

So, I'm actually headed into this next week without a bit of weight on my shoulders.
Not my circus, not my monkeys. :-)

 

Guest Blogger.

It recently occurred to me, that my blog would only benefit from some added, global, perspective. So I invited my sister, Nikki, to be a guest blogger so she can showcase her stories and pictures gathered around the globe to my readers (my grandparents). So please this guest post from Nikki...tales from Morocco (part one)!

I am honored to be a guest blogger today on my favorite blog, The Bennetts! While by now you’ve heard all my stories about my trip to Morocco earlier this year, I am excited to share some photos of this incredible place. We spent the first days in Marrakech, wandering through the tight narrow streets and alleys of the Medina (which is the historic part of what is now a large and thriving city).

We visited one of the oldest schools in Marrakech, and I loved all the carving and tile that you could see on every surface.  

We talked with some snake charmers in the main market square:, but I wasn’t real sure about getting too close:

More to come from Nikki and Morocco, next week! Have a great weekend.

 

 

Shit. Damn. Hell.

Well the highlight of my weekend in Austin was seeing Lyle Lovett play at the Continental Club. The highlight of Davis' weekend was picking up some choice new words at school. :-/ I guess this is the down side of having older kids in your classroom...

But I'm not concerned (yet) because he is well aware that they are bad words, and he just wants to understand why. And of course, try them out a few times. So, we made a deal on the way to gymnastics tonight and I let him try out the words- and then we agreed we were done with them. We'll see how this tactic works. 

He is the sweetest kid, though. And he looks like he grew a foot while I was gone. And Holden has picture day tomorrow and is insisting on wearing the dress she wore to the Beauty and the Beast gala to school for pictures. Oy vey.

Anyway...I'm back from Austin and what I should really be saying "Shit. Damn. Hell." about is the fact that on Friday morning, before I left, my boss was let go. And his boss (the CMO of Best Buy) was let go. And many others on top of that. So I'm on my 4th boss in two years...and I'm just sort of exhausted by it all. Blah. So I was like "See you losers later- I'm going to Austin..."

I got to see some people I haven't seen in a long time...first Stacey and Ahmad, who I worked out with for two days a week for three years straight. MAN I've missed them. Ahmad is like my brother from another mother. It was so good to catch up with them. It was like I never left.

I also got to have dinner with Nikki one night...and hear all about her travels over a few margaritas...

But the crowning glory of the weekend was seeing Lyle Lovett perform at the Continental Club. Man he can sing. 

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And he even brought Joe Ely up with him on stage as a surprise guest. 

Not a bad Monday night if you ask me. I'm pretty lucky. I also spent one night hanging out in downtown Austin with my gal pal Ellie, from Minneapolis...she was there for the same "conference" and I got to see my buddy Oscar and Courtney, B and Weston, have drinks and shop a little with my mom, and then I even had lunch with Brooke before I left. I've been dying to try Josephine House. So cute. 

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And as you can probably guess by the sound of it, I didn't stop from the moment I landed on Friday evening until the morning I left on Tuesday. I was beat.

Going home makes you realize all the things you miss. And also all the things you don't. And I'll be damned if that isn't the loneliest feeling of all.

Austin.

For the first time- work travel is bringing me to Austin. Okay- I kind of arranged it that way- but still...it's exciting that I get to go to Austin for a few days this weekend and into early next week. I'm looking forward to the SxSW interactive festival- and I also think I'll be able to sneak dinner with Nikki while in town. 

I've set up a bunch of happy hours with people from work and my previous life that I don't typically get to see while there- so that will be fun too. Plus, I've been invited to some great music shows at night- I'm seeing Lyle Lovett on Monday evening so I'm especially psyched about that. I mentioned that I am seeing Lyle Lovett to a bunch of people here in Minneapolis and they sort of laughed. And I thought (and probably said) "Umm...it's Lyle Lovett. He's amazing." These people just don't get it.

I leave tomorrow and come back Tuesday afternoon and I am looking forward to it!

More next week!

 

Jiu Jitsu

Bennett has been talking forever about getting himself and little Davis into jiu jitsu. They finally went this weekend and lets just say that little Davis was JUST AS EXCITED (if not more) than Bennett was about the idea. He put on the uniform (called a Gi, pronounced: Gee) and looked at Bennett and said "I cannot stop smiling..."

He has major dad love right now. He wants to work out with his dad, snuggle with his dad, make gross jokes like his dad. And every morning when he comes to get in bed with us he says "I love you dad. I'm so glad you're my dad..." It's very sweet.

Also last week while Bennett was in Miami- he asked me to send him this picture, because he missed him. :-)

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Meanwhile- Holden is all about fashion. This weekend she insisted on wearing this outfit to the mall. And would NOT take my advice to put on tennis shoes (even though her high heels were a) mis-matched and b) both left feet). I was kind and I put the tennis shoes in my backpack- and sure enough she asked if she could swap after one store. All the people fawned over her fashions and now I see why she enjoys stepping out in style.

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And because our mall has an amusement park inside- I let her ride the carousel. She was so pleased with the situation.

Later that day she insisted on trying on Davis' Gi. Now she wants to try jiu jitsu. All for the outfit, I'm sure.

Memory Lane.

I was looking through my Blog Archive (it's on the front page- click on Blog Archive, click the drop down and choose a month) and I came across a few pictures from just before, and when we first moved to Minneapolis. How cute are these little nuggets? So small!

Have a good weekend!

 

 

Choices.

Little Davis pocketed a key from our local hardware store on Saturday. Him asking me, hours later, if I thought there were cameras at Jerry's, tipped me off to the mischief. Anyway- he felt very sorry and returned the key, and the kind man at Jerry's gave him his own key, so he came home very pleased. ANYWAY. He did have some consequences for stealing- including not getting to use his iPad for a week...so on the way to school yesterday we were talking about this and I reminded him that he couldn't use his iPad that night because that was a consequence for the choice that he made. He said something like "Well just write CRIMINAL on my forehead" which I thought was a great and dramatic response to the situation...ha. Anyway I said "No Davis, you're not a criminal, we all have choices..."

At that very moment, Holden cut in and said "Yep- you can have it cheap, fast or good...pick two...because you can't have 'em all." And I DIED laughing. She was so serious. Those weren't exactly the choices I was referring to- but clearly she has picked up some one-liners and sales techniques from her dad. Anyway. I want to remember this exchange because it really made me laugh.

On to another topic- we have a couple burgeoning chefs in our house. Holden was invited to Elsa's fifth birthday party Saturday at the Way Cool Cooking school where they decorated a chef hat and apron and also made pizza and cupcakes...

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So, this cooking party really prompted a desire to make some things at home. As I mentioned, in the winter, I very often make soups or something in the crock pot on Sundays- so this Sunday I let both kids help me prep everything for black bean soup. They were very pleased with the situation- even though neither of them wanted to eat the mushy brown soup.

More tomorrow!

 

 

Moving On Up.

Davis moved up again in gymnastics- this means he has moved up each time he has a session. I'm not saying he's the world's next GREAT gymnast- but I am excited that he has found something he enjoys, that he also excels at. I can see that it makes him feel good about himself- and that's what it's all about!

We have gymnastics every Wednesday night and he is always so jazzed to go. We usually go home to let Pico out after work, go get something to eat together, and then I work while I watch him in the gym and Holden plays on the iPad so everyone kind of enjoys it.

Happy Wednesday!

A gala. At five.

Holden and Bennett were invited to a father/daughter dance by Elsa and her dad, Zach. And not just any father/daughter dance...but a Beauty and the Beast gala. A GALA. And it wasn't held just anywhere...it was held downtown at the Minneapolis Club. And the tickets, for this GALA, were $50 a head. Is that not the craziest? I mean who lives like this? Holden Eloise, apparently.

So when you go to a gala at five years old- you must have a dress that fits the occasion. I picked Holden's out and she was super pleased to have a dress with a tulle underskirt so "it poofed" at the bottom. 

While I was exhausted from flying back early Friday morning- I was glad I got home earlier enough to pick Holden up from school and get her ready for this big event. We washed and dried her hair and she even let me put a little clip in it. I was telling her how special this was, and I looked at her and said "Holden. You know I never had a dress like this when I was five years old..." And she looked at me with what I can only describe as indignant surprise and said "Well you should get one...!" 

Holden's little sweater is silver and sparkly- but you can't tell in the pictures. And her shoes are plastic with fake rhinestones and Amazon delivered them in TWO days. So there you go...

They even had corsages- courtesy of Kelley's great planning. 

Comparing the many treasures in their purses...

They had a lovely time- they met Belle from Beauty and the Beast- and they danced the night away. Holden slept till 10:00 am the next day. 

Davis and I went to Chick-Fil-A and then watched a movie together.

It was a pretty great night for me too. :-)

Sunday Funday.

I am writing this while en route to New York...I was telling Bennett last night how one of my favorite things about living in Minneapolis (and I don't really know if it has to do with Minneapolis or simply this time in our life) is how much we get to travel...both for work and for fun. It really makes things exciting when you are always going somewhere soon. Sometimes it can be too much- but for the most part I'm able to spread it out and it feels very exciting.

Anyway- I'm going to New York with a couple gals on my team for some meetings with our agency. I love New York...so tonight we'll pal around the city, have dinner, drinks, shop, and then tomorrow we have meetings all day and then dinner out with our agency friends. I was going to fly home Friday afternoon but my boss asked me to fly back for a meeting Friday a.m. so now I am flying out at 6:30 am, which means I will have to get up at 4:30 am. BARF. Oh well. I guess I could have flown home Thursday night but I would hate to miss the fun.

Anyway- that's not what this post is about. Sunday- we skipped church, went for breakfast and then I dragged the other three Bennetts to the Stone Arch Bridge- a landmark in downtown Minneapolis. And boy did we have fun after I got them there...

The kids discovered Super Mario Brothers on Bennett's phone (I WANNA BE MARIO!!!) and now they are just as obsessed as we were. So one plays while the other watches and then they swap. This was a friendly game over breakfast...

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It was an awesome day. That night I felt this balance of contentment and a tinge of sadness that the weekend was over. That's the sign of a good one. 

Social Calendars.

These kids are booked out for weeks. I feel like it's their world and we're just living in it. Saturday we had the first of many of Elsa and Holden activities- we went to see Fancy Nancy at Stages Theater for Elsa's 5th birthday. And then Davis had his final day of Ski Jammers. There is one more week- but let's just say, he is done. :-)

Then Ellie and I had a date night out- and we had a BLAST. She is the best. Enjoy some pictures!

Beautiful sunset on the way to dinner and a movie with Ellie. We saw 50 SHADES DARKER. SCANDALOUS! And then this is us taking pictures with a picture of Drew Barrymore from our high school days. Didn't we all just want to be her?

More tomorrow!

 

Salad Eaters.

My grandpa has always thought it was so amazing that Nikki and I grew up eating salads. I remember loving nothing more than a killer salad bar when we went out to eat- and very often- I would come in from school and ask if I could have salad for dinner or an afternoon snack. Looks like someone else is a little bit like me:

My grandfather also sent me one of the kindest notes, paying me some of the most amazing compliments I have ever received. Thank you grandpa! Being that he is my grandfather, he was talking about how well I work with people and how people just love me, and it's funny because last week I almost wrote a post called "Not everybody's gonna like you..."

And in this post I was going to share with you how one thing I have learned since moving to Minneapolis is that not everyone is going to like me. And while that sounds SO obvious you're probably wondering what delusional, self-involved, unaware world I was living in before I realized this...the truth is, I guess I have felt like most people like me okay because 1) I like people and therefore I generally try to enjoy them and I hope they in return enjoy me 2) I think I am pretty kind- and pretty fun and 3) no one has really told me otherwise. Decent reasons, right? 

Well- while I have made a million friends and built a really nice and sincere network of people here- I also know that some people don't like me here. Like REALLY just don't like me. And as I realized this- it REALLY bothered me. Like I started to feel so down on myself and I started to second guess myself and I also started to feel mad about it. Like "What have I ever even done to these people?" I think I would known if we had ever gotten into an argument or a throw down or anything of the sort- right? I'm pretty self aware and I am certainly not a crazy person. But the truth is- I've learned a few things since being here...

1) culture is really different here. the minnesota nice thing is both sincere and a buncha bullshit. meaning- some people are truly nice and some people act nice because they would NEVER be honest about how they feel about anything in case they were to make someone feel uncomfortable or GOD FORBID they had a disagreement or confrontation. the scandinavian, never complain, never argue, never simply disagree, never talk about your feelings thing is real. and as you can imagine- Bennett and I are not really wired that way. i bring Bennett into it because he has experienced the same thing here. people just not liking or "getting" him. 

2) maybe i'm more opinionated, more outspoken, more direct than i thought. sure- some of that could be in comparison to the culture here- definitely- but i would be remiss to act as though i haven't been coached for the previous five years in austin by a very smart, headstrong, driven italian woman named Jeanne. she taught me never to apologize for my thoughts, never to shy from something that could be a simple and honest conversation, and honestly not to worry too much about things other than being respectful to people and busting your ass at work.

3) i can be polarizing. when i was thinking about people not really liking me- i came up with a million people who really LOVE me, and i was constantly thinking "well- i can't be that bad because so and so, and so and so, and so and so think i am AWESOME. not just okay, but awesome. so how can that be"- it just didn't add up for me. but i have now come to realize that maybe it absolutely CAN be true. maybe it has to be true. for all the people that just think this outspoken texan with the loudest laugh they have ever heard is the best thing since slice bread- maybe just as many people will be turned off by just those things. 

4) so i guess that's what it means to not be vanilla. to not just be a flavor that everyone feels okay about. i read a quote about a year ago that i thought was just fun at the time- but it has really come to be my rallying cry...and it goes like this "i'd rather be one person's shot of tequila than everyone's cup of tea..." and i guess that's really where i am.

what finally made me feel okay about the fact that not everyone is going to like me was realizing who i am. knowing in my heart- after much second guessing and fact checking- that i am kind to people. i am respectful to people. but i am also unapologetically me. and part of being me is knowing me and being true to me- and i guess not everyone is going to like it.

but you know what? well behaved women rarely ever made history anyway. 

and also my grandpa adores me and thinks I'm the best human in the world so those that disagree can just stick it in their ear. SO SAYETH THE LORD.

self exploration is hard work. 

Down for the Count.

I have had strep throat all week. BAH. I worked Monday and Tuesday, just trying to ignore it, but then Wednesday, I just KNEW it was strep. My tonsils were swollen like baseballs and it felt like razor blades every time that I swallowed. Luckily- I got right in to the doctor, got amoxicillin, and was back on the mend. I stayed home and slept Wednesday and Thursday, and then came back today feeling like a million bucks.

Also, it's 60 degrees here, which is about 70 degrees warmer than it's supposed to be, so you simply cannot imagine the mood of these Midwestern people. It's really spectacular to see.

Now, the truth is, it's just a tease...we will get snow again next week but it doesn't even matter. It's just a reminder that it WILL get warm here again. Birds will chirp and flowers will bloom and we will one day again feel warmth on our face and soft green grass between our toes...ahh, hope. It's what keeps us all going.

So this weekend I imagine we'll spend quite a bit of time outside- and then next week Davis is going to Columbus Monday and Tuesday for work, and I am going to New York Wednesday-Friday. Hope you all have a great weekend!

The Fallopian Tubes.

As I've mentioned- the very very best part of my job is my immediate team. I don't even know that I would enjoy my job if I didn't work with such amazing individuals. When I started my job two years ago- it was me, and three younger gals. The week I started, my boss was let go, and then shortly after, the person immediately below me (the most senior person other than me, who had been there the longest) quit. So there I was with two 25 year old girls trying to run all of the company's advertising.

Anyway- flash forward two years and I have built a team of ten individuals that I have been able to hand pick and let me just say that I have never worked with finer, smarter, more fun people in my entire career.

So now I have a full team and we have started to be able to do some very fun, extra things. I started with asking everyone to read a book called "Crucial Confrontations" and I simply suggested that we all take turns setting up conversations and opportunities to become smarter, kinder, more well rounded individuals.

So tonight, we had our second group, where one of my team members had a financial advisor come tell us everything we need to know about smart investing. We learned so much and I laughed SO hard. I left tonight feeling so hugely thankful for my team. We decided today that we would call ourselves The Fallopian Tubes- so tonight, The Fallopian Tubes Learned Finance. 

Next month- they are all coming to my house and we are cutting up jeans into shoe patterns. I will then send the shoe patterns to an organization called "Sole Hope" who will turn them into shoes for kids in Africa. 

I'm very lucky. I know it and I'm thankful for it.

 

Girl Talk.

Bennett picked Davis up from school Wednesday and took him to gymnastics- Davis continues to do well in gymnastics and he LOVES going. So I picked Holden up and asked her if she wanted to have a girls night out. She was thrilled. And of course when I asked her where she wanted to eat- she said "Let's go to the mall- and let's eat at the Cheesecake Factory. They have the best mac and cheese." So of course, that is where we went.

She is such a happy little spirit. It's so fun, easy and enjoyable to spend time with her (most of the time anyway) and Wednesday night was no exception. She keeps up great conversation too. I ask her something about her day and then she answers and asks it right back to me. She told me some funny things over dinner...

I asked her who she had been playing with "lately" at school...and she thought about it, listed a few names, and then I said "What about Oscar? You used to play with him a lot..."

She looked at me and said "Well, lately I don't play with him because lately he's been interrupting me a lot..." I almost spit out my drink. But this is girl talk- so I took it very seriously and I said "Really? Well that's no good. Did you tell him "No thank you, I don't appreciate that...?" To which she said "I did. But he just didn't even care. Hmmph."

Guess he is off her list. 

The kids went to Brooks and Bennett's birthday party last Saturday and since Bennett and Holden are in the same class- their mutual friend, Oliver was there. Oliver is the cute little mayor of primrose, with all the personality, that always taps the floor next to him when we walk in and says "Holden- come sit by me!" He always says hi to me too- reminds me a little bit of Davis. Anyway- his mom was there so I introduced myself and told her how great we think Oliver is and she said "Well the feeling is mutual. Oliver has a little crush on Holden- he talks about her all the time and says he is going to marry her one day." HA! So cute.

So I told Holden this and she got so embarrassed, but instead of saying "Eww gross- I only kiss my family" which is what she usually says, I could tell she was flattered and perhaps open to the idea. 

So anyway- last night I asked how Oliver was and she got this silly face- a mouth trying to hide a big grin- and said "Well he wants to marry me you know..." 

I said "And what do you think about that?"

She said "Well, I think I'm his girlfriend. (SHEEPISH GRIN) And he is my boyfriend..."

So there you go. 

After dinner we went to walk around the mall to see if they had any cute new pajamas because she has been COUNTING the MINUTES until pajama day at school. We found the cutest little donut jammies and a soft pink robe. Listen she is the BIGGEST fan of jammies and cozy things. I brought her little pink fuzzy bear slippers from Whistler and I think they are her favorite things I have ever given her. So she was BEAMING picturing herself wearing her new jammies and cozy plush pink robe to school today. Bennett took some pics- you can just see how proud she is. And that little boy is OLIVER! 

 

 

 

 

Buck Hill.

Saturday morning Davis went to Ski Jammers and Holden and I went to get our nails done and then to get her some new tennis shoes...she is growing so fast right now. We had such a fun little morning- she feels like it is such a treat to get her nails painted. This time she picked Hello Kitty pink sparkle and then asked for flowers and tiger stripe patterns on her nails. High maintenance! She just cannot understand why I don't ever get flowers on my nails. :-)

She loves the tutu my grandparents gave her a few years ago- somehow it still fits- and she has been using it as a layering piece- on Saturday she layered it over red flannel pajama pants. Edgy.

I call this look Hobo Chic. Not Boho. Hobo. I love her sense of style. And I love that she brought the purse I brought her from Paris, paired with her Goldy Gopher sunglasses. :-)

Davis was skiing at Buck Hill, which is about 20 minutes from us. I made the mistake of telling him we would come watch him that day...and then I got a call from the director at 2:00 saying he continued to ask where I was and was unwilling to go skiing with his group because he was afraid he would miss me. I should have anticipated that, but I didn't. So I got on the phone and told him that I was coming to watch him ski and he better get out there and ski.

When I got there, the director found me, and I could tell as he walked up that he was frustrated and I was about to hear all about it. Sure enough- Davis had another rough day on the bus- and he started to ask me what I wanted to do and how I wanted to handle it- when I started to cry. 

I guess he didn't expect that- because I could see his body language change. And then he started to hesitate and fumble and he said something like "Oh gosh. I didn't. I didn't meant to upset you. It's really not so bad in the scheme of things- we just don't know how to handle it." And then of course when someone feels bad for you- it's even worse- and you cry more. 

So I looked at him and I said "No it's fine. I understand. I know it's a challenge. I don't want him to interrupt your program or bother the other kids. Maybe he isn't mature enough to do the bus ride. I just wanted to give this a try."

And he was kind. He continued to apologize for making me cry and I just said "You caught me on a bad day. This is just tough. I want him to be able to try things...and I want him to have friends and be successful...and it's hard when it doesn't work."

So I watched Davis ski a bit and then I packed him up and took him home. 

It was a tough day. It started on the bus that morning when I watched a little boy we know very well act like he didn't know Davis. How do humans start being so cruel so early? It gave me knot in my throat like I haven't experienced in a long time. But I sent him on the bus because he has to try things and I can't protect him from everything.

But maybe the bus is too much. You gotta know what your'e capable of. Or not. And that's hard enough to do for yourself- and even harder to do for someone else. 

Anyway- I sobbed the whole drive home from Buck Hill. And I felt angry and I felt heartbroken. I felt scared. And I felt most clearly that I need to show people more grace. The way that director approached me- and the way he started in with me was clear that he was frustrated, he wanted me to know it, he was sure I was just a crappy parent or Davis was just a crappy kid, and then as he listened, he very quickly realized that perhaps there is more to the story and perhaps he isn't the one having the toughest time with the situation after all. And I need to realize that- with more people- more often. 

Sometimes you have to handle with care.

True Love.

Bennett went rock climbing last night after work, so I told the kids if they each had a great day at school, I would take them to the local DQ Grill & Chill (fancier, nicer version of DQ, since they're headquartered here, I think). Anyway- I don't love going to DQ because I'm usually starving after work and I don't want to eat their food, so I sit and watch them slowly eat and horse around through both a main course and a dessert and I'm secretly starving.

So last night, I reached out to take one of Davis' fries and he very quickly reached out to (what looked like) grab it back. I was caught off guard, but instead, he just grabbed my finger holding the fry. Then he looked at me and gave me really moony, lovey dovey look, which made me laugh and even feel strangely vulnerable- ha! Then he said "do you know what true love is, as he awkwardly batted his eyelashes at me..." And I said "Yes I do" trying to be serious as I had no idea where this was taking us. And he said "Well, when you're in true love, you reach for your food at the same time and when your hands touch, you look at each other and do this with your eyes..."

HA! I almost died. Where does he get these things?

 

Lego Girl.

Holden now takes Brick Buddiez, just like Davis did. She doesn't talk about it nearly as much, but I think she does enjoy it and feels pretty cool that she is doing what her big brother did.

Actually- this picture is just from art at school today...but I figured I would package it in.

And then these next two pics are old- and they must have been taken on one of the days she came home sick. Poor thing- she looks so sad/sick.

Poor tiny. Don't worry- this was a couple months ago- before Christmas. Here are some better shots.

I'm starting to realize that she only has a few more months before she is in big kid school. I'm trying to decide whether I should keep her at Primrose all summer, or let her go to summer Kids Club with Davis. Pros and cons to each one, I'm sure...

Slow down time.

 

Hello From Vancouver.

I don't even know that I mentioned it, that's how much it snuck up on me, but I am writing this post from the Vancouver airport because I just spent the most lovely weekend in Whistler with Davis! Every year he has a work event there and every year he has asked me to go. Every year I say something like "If I'm going to go somewhere in Jan/Feb, it's going to be HOT. It's basically Whistler here- look at all of this snow!" And he rolls his eyes and says "Seriously Sam- you would love it." So this year I took his word for it- and he was right. I cannot wait to post pictures (I can't yet today) but at the same time, it's the kind of vast beauty you simply cannot capture in a single picture. 

Seriously- every time I took a picture, I would look down at my camera with such disappointment...because it's just only worth of a 360 panoramic shot. Anyway- I did get a few good shots so I will post those tomorrow. But in the meantime, here are a couple I grabbed from the internet.

We had the most fancy, charming weekend. We were able to stay at the Fairmont Chateau at the base of the ski hill...you seriously just skiied out and right back to your room. We got in Friday night- it's kind of a trek- but due to the two hour time difference, we worked out, sat in the hot tub while it snowed and drank hot toddies, and then had a late dinner. 

The next day- we went skiing. I haven't been skiing in 15 years- and I was worried I wouldn't get my ski legs back, but I did right away. Thanks in part, I think to riding up a chairlift where the only way down were some pretty tough blues. I remember thinking to myself "There is only one way- DOWN." And there I went. So we skiied all day and had the most beautiful sunny weather. We stopped at the very TOP of the mountain where Davis made reservations at Christine's restaurant. You want to talk about a view- it's insane. 

By the end of the day- I was so glad to be done. It's hard work. And those boots aren't too comfy. I told Davis "I had so much fun- and I'm glad I don't have to do it again." He didn't really understand that- but to me it made perfect sense.

We were quite spoiled and then had the best massages of our lives, followed by another stint in the hot tub with a bucket of Canadian beer. Nate Ohme came in on Saturday for work too- so he joined us and then I dragged them around some stores in the village and then we ended the night at a CRAZY irish bar. It was so much fun.

Sunday, Bennett went bobsledding with his work group and I slept in and read and it was perfect. Sunday was altogether leisurely- and it was kind of rainy and gray- so it was perfect that we had skiied the day before.

I had no idea how many Australian and Asian people there are here. All the staff is young beautiful Australians that "chase winter" and come here during the Australian summer to work and ski. And there were so many Asian people here too. I wouldn't have guessed that. It's very much an international hot spot. I've probably never been somewhere more expensive and I was very thankful that a lot of our trip was covered by Great Clips as they put Davis up in the fab hotel and I just tagged along. But I almost had a heart attack when I heard how much it cost to ski here for one day. Totally worth it- but I looked around at the people traveling here from all over the world with their giant families, skiing every day, and I thought "What do these people DO for a living?" It's very fancy and I enjoyed pretending to be fancy for a weekend myself. At least until my zipper broke on my jacket at the Vancouver airport and I basically had to wriggle my way out of it like Houdini in chains at the bottom of a water tank. It looked like I was wrestling with a damn afghan (blanket) again...but that is a reference and story for another time...

Anyway, what would Eloise do? 

More to come! I can't wait to get back and hear about Honey's weekend with the beans.

Trump is a Rump.

Apparently they talk about politics a lot at school- we are in a pretty active city and community- so when Davis came home the other day saying that "Trump is a Rump" - I had to agree with him. I've known he is a horrible human, but he is now proving out that he will undo everything good that has been done in the last 8 years. 

So when the time came to show what you stand for- I decided to get involved, and one way of doing that, is marching. I explained to Bennett that though I cannot stand that Trump is our president, I'm not naive enough to think that marching the day after inauguration would get him out of office. That isn't why I (or many people) marched. I marched for equality for all. Personally, I marched for equality for women, but beyond that, I marched to show solidarity to the groups that Trump is clearly out to oppress. Because really- it's not all about getting active for yourself. Especially when you are a white woman who was born into a lovely, well-to-do family, with nothing but opportunity and upward mobility. I march (and I only use that as a metaphor for being active about causes I care about) because with great power, comes great responsibility. I march because I could have easily been born in Syria, and had I been born in Syria, and became an immigrant of the United States, I would hope that people would stand with me, and march for me. 

Anyway. I wasn't really in the mood for it, if I'm honest. I had just gotten back from a week in LA, and it was cold and rainy, but I thought to myself "self- if you can't even get up and show up and basically walk a mile to show your support- you really must not care that much." And I also realized that every time I complained about the horrible things Trump is doing- Bennett would say something like "well you can't bitch about it if you aren't willing to do anything about it..." And I am never one to be told what I can and cannot bitch about. :-)

So two friends and I, along with around 100,000 other people marched the capital on Saturday.

Then after the rally, I took Holden for a late lunch...while Davis was at Skijammers.

And then Sunday we had a busy and productive morning with haircuts and church.

This is Davis explaining his mural of David. 

Davis has had a tough couple weeks at school and skijammers- he got punched on the bus, and then through thorough investigation of that incident, we found out he had punched another kid on the bus, and then yesterday, he punched another kid in the eye.

It's very tricky to figure out because he is such a sweet kid. He is just very impulsive. I try to remind myself that his dad was just like this when he was little and has grown up to be a successful and thriving human- but it's still tough to figure out how to work through that. 

He is very impulsive. And not one to back down. And I have no idea where he gets that. ;-) We just need to figure out how to harness his strength and confidence for good. So say a prayer for me on that one.