Handwash only sweater

I Went To The Grocery Store With Three Kids And Other Reasons I Would Like A Parade

The other day, I had an errand to run at the grocery store. I also had all three kids with me and decided to go to the grocery store after school anyway.

When we got there, it was bumping, but I still parked the car, unbuckled all the kids, got all my stuff to cover all possible baby mishaps, and headed inside.

I let the big kids each take those kid-sized, ankle-biter carts and off we went.

Everyone did wonderfully including me. We got everything we needed without raising a voice and never crashed either cart into anyone or anything. We even managed the self-checkout lane without accidentally stealing something.

But as we walked outside, each carrying a grocery bag, I looked left and I looked right yet there was no parade heading across the parking lot filled with HOORAY ALEX! WAY TO GO MOM! signs and balloons. Nobody was even applauding or offering high-fives. Only when we got to the car and I buckled everyone in, I did take a moment to high-five myself, but it just wasn’t the same as the parade I felt I deserved.

I did call my husband who was duly impressed. And I’m obviously writing about it here because even though it’s been many days since this amazing interlude occurred, I’m still awed with this momentous accomplishment.

But it got me thinking about all the things I feel unnecessarily proud of like finally hand-washing my hand-wash-only sweater.

Handwash only sweater
Pretty impressive.

And I wonder: Do other people just do these things? Is it no big deal when all the LEGOS are sorted and put away? When I’ve washed, dried, sorted, IRONED, and put away my clothing, am I the only one who thinks I’ve accomplished something miraculous?

Or when I’ve returned every phone call? Every email? When I pump gasoline before I’m running late and have been on empty for three days?

How about when I’m in bed at 9:30, not because I’m pretending the kitchen sink is free of dishes but because it actually is? Where is the applause? Where is my laugh track when I pull off a zinger in my car but don’t actually murder the person who cut me off and did NOT have right-of-way?

I soothe this longing by knowing that when I’m rich and famous and hiding from the paparazzi most days, I’m going to organize the EVERY DAY PARADE so those of us, who have misplaced pride in being humans accomplishing human things, can finally feel the fanfare we deserve even if it’s just us clapping for us while some sad clowns saunter by.

We earned it. We got dressed today, didn’t we?

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Favorite people

My Sister’s Wedding: Happy One Year Anniversary!

Between my sister’s birthday and her one year wedding anniversary is the perfect time to FINALLY post about her amazing Southern wedding. (Seriously, she’s been featured in like eight magazines.)

My first worry was my kids being able to stay up late enough for auntie’s big day (weekend!) especially since we were all in the wedding so I did what any loving mother and sister would do: I didn’t adjust our family to daylight savings time.

Our bubble of Central Time in Charleston, South Carolina paid off because everyone had a blast! (then we held on for dear life until summer time)

And now I’m going to do a bit of a picture dump because they are prettier than my words.

When in doubt, bring more shoes.
Fake bouquet face
The bouquet from the bridal shower/rehearsal. I don’t think my daughter will be getting married any time soon.
Rehearsal dinner lips
This is pretty late into the rehearsal dinner so who knows what we were trying to do. Be fish? Sad fish?
Gettin ready
Getting ready with the big girls is a serious affair
Getting ready 2
Not really. PS. She picked a Frozen inspired hairstyle. Obviously
Greatgrandmother pearls
Putting my great grandmother’s pearls on my little sister. Be still my heart.
Photo credit: Dana Cubbage Weddings 2014
Beautiful bride
My beautiful sister.
Photo credit: Dana Cubbage Weddings 2014
Favorite people
My favorite people!
Photo credit: Dana Cubbage Weddings 2014
Happy couple
The happy couple! (They did the non-traditional photos before the wedding. It’s funny because my wedding was as traditional as you can get without bringing cows for my dowry — well, besides the gogo boots.)
Photo credit: Dana Cubbage Weddings 2014
ring bearer and flower girl
The ring bearer and flower girl ready to go. E’s face didn’t change the entire walk down the aisle. No funny business allowed.
So much love (especially for the amount of smiling one has to do for photos at a wedding)
Photo credit: Dana Cubbage Weddings 2014
The boys
They both look so grown up here. (Yes, I have no photos of the ceremony. It was beautiful, but they were more party-at-the-reception kind of people so let’s stick to the spirit of the wedding.)
My boy
Wait, when did he turn 25?
Photo credit: Dana Cubbage Weddings 2014
My kids personalities
My kids captured to perfection.
Photo credit: Dana Cubbage Weddings 2014
MOH Speech
I felt so much pressure for my maiden of honor speech because I’m a writer! (which my sister carelessly threw out at me a month beforehand). Did I succeed?
Photo credit: Dana Cubbage Weddings 2014
Laughin at MOH speech
YES I DID. There are at least four other laughing pictures but I will spare you more of my glory.
Photo credit: Dana Cubbage Weddings 2014
Dancing Man
We all boogied down into the night but this one only broke out his moves for ROCK N ROLL.
Photo credit: Dana Cubbage Weddings 2014
Sleep flower girl
This slow dance is just before N fell asleep. We should’ve put her on mountain time.
Me in pjs
The wreckage the next morning

I love having a new brother-in-law and seeing my sister so happy as an old married lady. Thank you for letting us be apart of your adventure. Happy anniversary!


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Daughter and the rain

Spring Break For Kindergartners Is No Joke

I really didn’t think I’d take a week off of writing. Then again, I didn’t realize I’d agreed to the 5-year-old version of Cancun.

For N’s Spring Break, we painted pottery, shopped, ice skated, went to the children’s museum, did arts & crafts, took 20 books out of the library, saw Cinderella (the movie not the princess), shopped again, rode a train, bowled, won 7 rubber duckies at the arcade, saw every other family member in a 200 miles radius — all while getting in our regular reading, writing, drawing, and playing pretend.

I’m exhausted.

Pottery painting
Pottery time. Just like Hammer Time! Please don’t touch that. You can’t touch this.
Hipster Mustache Bunny
I accidentally made a hipster bunny.
Daughter and the rain
Creating shelter in the rain because why would we consider going inside our house? Also, she’s so much more fashionable than me that it’s almost embarrassing.
Shelter in the rain
Yes, I’m wearing slippers in the rain. This is why N had to help me build my shelter and will probably be dressing me soon.
Mall Train
Mall Train! Take us to Nordstrom STAT!
My daughter
I’m not tired yet. Are you?
Ooh, we get to go into the baby section of the Children’s Museum! (This is seriously an exciting thing.)
Yellow outfit
The baby wore a new bumblebee onesie so N insisted we become the bumblebee family.
Yellow and black
This was the best bumblebee I could come up with on such short notice.
Us in yellow and black
I have no idea what she’s looking at — maybe a flower to pollenate?
Bowling Alley Breakfast
Breakfast at the bowling alley
Rubber ducks
See the row of ducks watching us pinball? They are ruled by Count Duckie (Count Dooku’s evil twin rubber duck)

For all its intensity, I felt great about being so available, fun and willing. Only once did I ask for a sit-on-the-couch breather. Otherwise, we just did it all and did it with joy. Of course, she didn’t want to go to school today so maybe I need to tone it down a bit for my son.

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