{ tara frey }:: typing out loud

Aunties are cool

 

This gorgeous creature is my niece off to her senior prom.  All grown up. I ask, where did the time go?

I still remember the pig tails and giant hypnotic green eyes of a toddler who thought I was the coolest auntie in the world and would love to ride in my teal colored Iroc Z with the t-tops off. (omg, did I just type that? ok, in my defense it was the 90's )

She still has those eyes and still thinks I'm cool.  My only proof is that she will, on occasion, stop by my house and raid my closet...So that must mean there is still a "cool factor" left? and wait...those are my earrings she is wearing to prom in the photo above and she called and asked me to do her make-up.  I was thrilled!

Seeing her Friday night, our bright eyed toddler, now this beautiful woman, has made me really want to slow down a bit more... enjoy the silly times with my little ones and to try and remember their voices and gestures...   right. at. this. very. moment.   

Because before I know it, they will be off to proms, college and starting a life without me... and they definitely won't think I'm cool because, well,  they really don't think it now.  I guess because I'm the mom in this scenario.  Auntie's get to be silly and share secrets, clothes and jewelry.  A job I do very well.  Mom's are meanies. (my daughter reminds me of this fact at least 100 times a week) 

but Aunties are cool.  always were and always will be.

R.I.C.E

Rest Ice Compress Elevate. 

So the laptop killer gave us all a scare with his big swollen leg.  Mostly the knee, calf and ankle.  After about a week, I was able to drag his limping bootie to the doctor only to be told it might be a blood clot. AGH!  A few tests and ultrasounds later showed no clot (thankfully!)  I was at least hoping they would find some magnetic lump to pin down the killing off of all things electrical.  Nope.  So now we wait for the blood test results and we do the R.I.C.E thing.  Notice I said we?  I can't help but get lazy when the busiest person I know is forced to rest.  He never stops.  Which makes me really tired.

other random thingies going on::  Our beloved Rosie passed away.  Goldfish superstar for almost 11 days.  Helmet head fed her to death, I'm afraid. 

I'm sneaking into the kids Easter baskets (much like after Halloween) and eating the heads off of bunnies.  Hollow chocolate rules. 

Book news coming super soon.  Which is a good thing, because I may self detonate.

I'm having fun learning and using Twitter.  Do you tweet?  Let me know!   Also, does anyone have a fantastic homemade Macaroni & Cheese recipe?  I'm tired of my boring back of the box recipe.

Ok, be back soon after plenty of RICE'n !

ps:  Need a rock star logo?  Visit my old high school friend, Jason, now living in sunny Florida, who happens to be a very talented graphic designer.

a note to my future dil

Dear future daughter in law (or dil for short),

The day has come that you married the man of your dreams

 

and now my baby boy has a new woman in his life.  Some things you might like to know about the person who swept you off your feet before you start your life together:

• he's a picky eater, so give him a hot dog when he starts to whine that there's no food in the pantry
• he will clean up the entire house for $10 bucks (sometimes $5 if he's really desperate for cash)
• when he gets mad at you he'll say "geez, you're the meanest person ever" and stomp off
• he'll keep a doodle journal and draw pictures of you with blood coming from your eyeballs and when you ask him about it he will say "I only do it when I'm mad at you"
• he sometimes hides snacks under the bed along with dirty socks and underwear so be sure to check frequently, or let your sense of smell be your guide.
• he'll tease you and call you names like "jiggly butt or terd bomber"
• he sings on the toilet
• he'll need a tube of Chapstick 24/7. We think he might be part alligator
• he'll pretend to brush his teeth if he's too tired by letting the water run as he stands behind the door with his eyes shut, sleeping standing up.  Just clap your hands really loud. 
• he's a Capricorn.  enough said.
• he'll treat you like a princess when you're sick and make you toast with butter.  He believes that toast has the power to heal anything  (just tell him to go easy on the butter)
• you are obviously a smart and beautiful woman to capture his heart.  Be gentle with it.
• ps:  I'll be waiting patiently for lots of grandbabies to spoil. 

With Much Love,

-your future over-bearing mother in-law (my apologies in advance)