A collection of memories, stories, recipes and dreams.
Written by a former actress/event planner/caregiver woman who is currently mama/wife/teacher/social activity organizer and is obsessed with travel, cooking, her family and finding a life outside of the label.
Sherwood Forest 2013
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We drove over to Sherwood Forest Faire yesterday after swim lesson. The boys wore their costumes and brought their bows. The weather was perfect, low seventies, low humidity and lots of sunshine. We had a wonderful time. The boys shot arrows, watched the dog show and caught most of the joust. We watched my friend Anne in her belly dancing show and then grabbed a glass of wine before watching a magic/fire eating show. Sam was chosen out of the audience to light a little cannon and fire a dollar bill at the magician. He loved it and felt very special. I got my hair braided (one of my favorite things to do) and Davis rode the sky chairs. We ended up at the Fool Hearty show and it was our favorite. Davis and Michael were chosen out of the audience and both enjoyed it very much. Davis shone on the stage and ate it up. The show is hilarious and very well done. We had a good time with our little family. We stopped at the Roadhouse in Bastrop for dinner and got home just in time for bed. Michael hasn't spent a day at home in a week and a half, so he was a good sport to spend the day out and about with us again.
Today we hope to do some house things, and may or may not make it out to church and a hike with the greenbelt alliance. Michael deserves a day at home and the kids are in their pajamas so we shall see.
My dad is brilliant and charming and full of swagger. My dad is poet. When I was a little girl I often mixed up my dad and Bob Dylan. My dad dreams big. He has an idea and then he has the balls to just do it. He has made and lost several fortunes that way. My dad is an ancient Christian Buddhist who believes in Navajo. My dad is a first class groover. My dad has early onset Alzheimer's. Alzheimer's has taken his brain and filled it with plaques and tangles and it makes it hard for him to remember. This has been so hard. Hardest for him. Hard for everyone. Alzheimer's is a cruel disease. For eight years we have struggled. We, as a family, have watched the disease creeping into our lives. My dad calls it "the storm". It can isolate someone. But we won't let it. My dad still has a lot up his sleeve. He still has so much to contribute. He's way too young to hang with the geriatrics and he has always been so, so social. He still plays in his b...
We have a new roof. Our tile roof was supposed to last a lifetime, but it was put on incorrectly and so we've been fighting leaks ever since we moved in. We had some bids offered on both a new tile roof or on several different types of metal. We chose a metal roof because I grew up with a metal roof and loved it and because it was less expensive than the tile. It took the crew seven working days to take off the tile and put up the new roof. They did a great job and we really love it. We were worried at first that it wouldn't be as beautiful, but we really do like it. Now I want to repaint the front door though.
First, Sam. Sam is in such a sweet stage right now. Gentle, giving, fun, sweet, easy. He loves to cuddle and share. He's talking a ton now and growing so fast. He's learning to ride a bike and yesterday and twice today, he pooped in the potty! He's only 21 months!!! He's working on his two year old molars and has been carrying around an old metal rattle to chew on. This morning he accidentally whacked Davis on the head with it. Davis cried and I pulled him in my lap. Sam ran over and crawled up next to us on the couch. "What happened?", he asked, deeply concerned. I explained that he had hurt his brother. Sammy said, "So Sorry, Dadis. Hug.", and gave him a big hug. Then he said to Davis, "I loves you.". I've never heard him say he loved anything or anyone and I was so touched to hear him say it to his brother. He would follow Davis anywhere and does. He leaps from the couch after Davis and tromps through the grass. He ex...
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