The Junk Drawer

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Posted by peskypippi | Posted in Family, Memories | Posted on 18-05-2016

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We have always had a “junk drawer” in the kitchen. It’s the place where we toss things that don’t really have a place to call their own.

I can rummage through that drawer and find something I need: a tape measure, an eraser, Sharpie pens, bobby pins, rubber bands, a Phillips screwdriver, a hair brush.

I can also find something I don’t need but might want: a zsu zsu pet, a Barbie with her legs askew, playing cards, silly bandz, the monkey-wearing-a-fez pencil topper.

Sometimes, I will find something that triggers a fond memory: the plastic comb the hospital sent home when my daughter was born, flash cards to quiz basic math skills, a spare key to my first car, a plastic eyeball that we always put on Halloween cupcakes.

When in doubt, check the junk drawer!

Over time, the junk drawer gets layered with new items.

It’s not a junk drawer, really. It’s a time capsule filled with the randomness of our lives.

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Happy Mother’s Day

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Posted by peskypippi | Posted in Celebrations, Children, Love, Mother, Mothering, Mothers and Daughters, Mothers and Sons | Posted on 06-05-2016

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At a pool, on a mountain, at a beach, on a football field, in a kitchen, in a garage.

At a park, in a garden, at home, in a city, in the snow.

In the hospital, on a dock, on a boat, in a cave, in the forest.

Here or there, Happy Mother’s Day to mothers everywhere!

XO,
Pippi

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Forced Family Time

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Posted by peskypippi | Posted in Connections, Family, Growing UP, Parenting | Posted on 15-03-2016

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So many mothers of little children complain how they want time alone. They eye roll and sigh. Can I just take a shower? Can I go to the bathroom without being followed?

I used to be that mother with nary a moment to myself.

I have a cute little picture book about a mama elephant who wants five minutes peace. She heads to the bathroom with some cake and a book and fills the tub with bubbles. She looks forward to a little time by herself, without her three children in tow. One at a time, her children come into the bathroom to talk to her, show her things, and then, splat! They all end up in the tub together laughing. Mama elephant sneaks out quietly amidst the rumpus, to eat her now-wet cake. She has a total of one minute of peace. And she savors every second of it.

Fast forward a handful of years. Little children become big children. Two of them are now teenagers. And whaddya know? My children don’t want to be with me every second. What??!!

WHY NOT??!! I AM FUN!

It’s like total role reversal. Now my children are doing the eye rolling and sighing. These days, it takes more than a bubble bath and cake to get all five of us together. I mean, we’re all together in the same house, but we’re not usually doing the same thing. At once. Together.

Forced family time. It’s something that I thought we’d never go through. Wrong!

For our family, it took a ski weekend where the five us crammed in a hotel room.

We were all sprawled out on two double beds with tired legs, worn out from the ski day. Our bellies were filled with warm chocolate chip cookies, free for the taking from the lobby. Flipping through six channels, we landed on MythBusters. We watched and laughed and commented and ate cookies.

We learned that rockets can launch from gummy bear goo. We learned that we can all squeeze into two double beds. We learned that being together is still a ton of fun.

Hotels are the best!

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He Wore a Pocahontas Dress

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Posted by peskypippi | Posted in Celebrations, Childhood, Childrearing, Children, Holidays, Kids, Life | Posted on 30-10-2015

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Behind-the-scenes one Halloween.

I bought a Pocahontas dress for my youngest son. So he could match his big brother, who proudly spent his own money on the feather headdress.

We pushed “Pocahontas” in a stroller when we went trick-or-treating, refilling his hands with Tootsie roll pops, to keep him happy.

My daughter was a bunny and wore her pink cowgirl boots. We didn’t notice that they were on the wrong feet until three hours later. Clomp, clomp, clomp!

That was one Halloween. There have been dozens of Halloweens with children. Dozens before the children.

Going through old photos of Halloweens past, I enjoy reminiscing. The photos didn’t make me sad. OK, maybe a little.

Where did the time go?? They grow up so fast!! 

Adults always make those comments about children. I think those comments are irritating. I mean, time flies. Children grow. That’s how it works. Enjoy the moments. Enjoy the memories. Move on and have more moments. Make more memories.

While those October 31, 2006 moments (and the candy) were quickly gone, the memories and backstories will always remain.

Happy Halloween!

One Halloween…

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The Giving Sofa

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Posted by peskypippi | Posted in Family, Home, Life, Memories | Posted on 28-10-2015

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Once there was a sofa…and she loved a little family.

We bought a burgundy-and-green sofa and love seat–our first matching set as a married couple–at Costco. It was Navajo-ish in pattern. It was a happy sofa set. That sofa quickly became part of the family.

We lounged on it. We watched movies on it. We snuggled on it. We dined on it. And the sofa was happy.

When our first son was born, the three of us did more lounging and eating and snuggling and sleeping. You could pull out the hide-away bed for late night movies. The sofa smiled.

My baby boy grew into a toddler and we read books together on the sofa–such as The Giving Tree. He played with his toys on it. My son sipped and spilled his apple juice on it. The sofa didn’t seem to mind.

The sofa became a trampoline (when I wasn’t looking) and a dock for jumping off of (when I wasn’t looking). And the sofa was happy.

When my daughter was born, the four of us did more lounging, snuggling, sleeping, reading, eating. More sippy cups were spilled. A few pee accidents. The sofa didn’t mind.

But time went by.

We would scrub the stains. Fill the flattening cushions with fiberfill to fluff them up. We kept her looking spiffy. And the sofa was happy.

Over the years, the sofa became sorta droopy and stain soaked.

We spruced her up, I put an ad in the paper, and this guy bought the set just like that. For $500.

What a fair price for a sofa with so many memories!

When my big guy was a little guy…

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(Now when I write this, I feel like a traitor. Betraying my sofa friend. Just like the guy who cut down the giving tree until it was a mere stump, after so many years of take take take. I wrote about that here.)

 

 

 

New Fun

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Posted by peskypippi | Posted in Life, Life Lessons, Memories, Nostalgia, Parenting, Photography | Posted on 10-08-2015

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I love photos taken with the same people, same poses, same locations. But years apart. I like to see what has stayed the same and what has changed.

Every summer, we go camping at the same location, with the same people. I had in mind some photo poses I wanted to “recreate.” Guess I was trying to recreate those sweet little moments from the past.

C’mon kids! Sit on the log and hold a stick. Just like you did seven years ago! 

So they did. And I got the shot.

Then, I was like, C’mon kids! Let’s go to the dock and take a stair-step picture!

Eye rolls. My daughter was like, Mom. We don’t need to take the same old pictures. Oh my goodness, she was right: Time to have new fun.

So, off we swam in the lake with inner tubes and Otis. Making new memories and having new fun. And capturing a few new photos.

Now and then.

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Happy campers.

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Magic Pie

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Posted by peskypippi | Posted in Baking, Celebrations, Connections, Cooking, Family, Memories, Traditions | Posted on 24-06-2015

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We made a magic Key lime pie. Magic because it disappeared in one day.

The making of this magic pie was a family affair.

I sent my oldest son to the grocery store with a list of ingredients. And he nailed it! (Oh, by the way, sweetened, condensed milk is located in the baking aisle.)

My daughter helped squeeze the limes and grate the zest. And formed the graham cracker crust into the pan.

My youngest son? He helped all right. In fact, he helped eat two slices.

We all enjoyed a freshly made Key lime pie, a gift to my husband on Father’s Day–a tradition of ours. Except this was the first year that everyone had a role in the pie’s creation. Perhaps that’s what made it so magical.

We made a Key lime pie. It was magic. It disappeared in one day.

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Wanna Go “Shopping?!”

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Posted by peskypippi | Posted in Children, Fun | Posted on 19-06-2015

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Whenever I ask my children, Hey Guys, wanna go SHOPPING?! They know exactly what that means. It’s code.

It means heading to one of our favorite antique stores and goofing around.

It means trying on silly hats. Band hats, military hats, tea hats, fancy hats, smelly old hats.

It means checking out stuff from the good ol’ days like Scooby Doo metal lunch boxes and telephones with curly cords. Imagine that!

Hey Mom, what’s this?!

Um, it’s a typewriter. I typed my English papers with one exactly like that in high school.

Whoa!

We pour through vintage books and magazines; check out matching salt and pepper shakers; Aunt Jemima, squirrel, and hobo figurines; rocking horses and rocking chairs; mismatched silverware; dolls with broken limbs.

Odds and ends from the past that delight us as we peer through the aisles and squeal Check this out!

All it takes is an hour to pack in tons of fun and bring some of the past to the present. Oh and take some selfies.

I felt sorry for this doll. She was all cracked and discarded.

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Lol!

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You can't take us anywhere…

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"Antique Shopping." Giggle.

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Something Borrowed, Something Purple

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Posted by peskypippi | Posted in Confidence, Connections, Family, Mothers and Sons, School | Posted on 23-04-2015

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My 10-year-old son completed a massive, it-takes-a-village-presentation on Bill Gates. He read a biography on him, wrote a book report, and prepared a poster board filled with images and facts and drawings.

It was a six-week project. And let me tell you, it was a doozy.

A little graphics assistance from Dad. A little editing assistance from Mom. A purple plaid shirt borrowed from Sister. And the only tie in the house?

A black satin mafia tie borrowed from Brother.

When my son presented to his classmates and to the parents at Open House, he was full of facts, full of enthusiasm, full of confidence. He nailed it! All by himself.

Bill Gates at open house. He nailed his presentation!

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You Sank My Battleship

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Posted by peskypippi | Posted in Family, Fun, Game, Memories | Posted on 25-03-2015

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Friday night.

Date night.

Get a babysitter!

Let’s go out!

Nah.

Instead.

It was Battleship.

With my nine-year-old son.

Friday night.

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