The Rage

The rage around town is Wine and Design. A novice painting class that involves wine. Paint+wine=a beautiful evening. I had the chance to paint Christmas trees back in December, this month I painted a sunset over/into a bridge, next month (actually February is tomorrow!) I'm joining my sister-in-law's family and some friends at a class, in March my girlfriend is doing her own version of wine and design at her house and in April (yes, my calendar is actually booked until April), my family is planning one. See, I told you, all the rage!

The Christmas trees were not too difficult. I drank more wine than anything and the painting still ended up looking pretty decent. Last night, after not having dinner, I slowed my roll on the wine intake. My painting....well let's just say I won't be displaying it in a widely visible area in my house. Clearly the answer to my creativity is wine.... the wine inspires the creative juices to flow as freely as the wine I suppose.

Looking forward to a few more fun sessions. Pretty soon I won't have to buy any art for our house ;)

Trauma for Momma...

Yesterday was gorgeous. Not that you would know it by the crisp, blustery air or snow on the ground this evening, but it was. 55 and sunny. Good, no great, weather for January.  The husband, Peanut and myself enjoyed a work-free day courtesy of Mr. Martin Luther King so we took advantage of the blue skies and headed to the play area nearby. My thrill loving Peanut enjoyed the slides immensely, as did her giggle loving daddy. All was fine and well until we returned home. Our adrenaline running Peanut kept going at a uber fast pace. She went head over heels and caught herself with her face. Insert lots of blood. Insert lots of crying.

And then it was over. As soon as it started. The crying subsided...from both of us...and after a few extra snuggles my girl proudly walked away with her first fat lip. It's not pretty but she wears it well.

Just like that we conquered our first boo-boo. Leaping, literally, into toddlerhood. One giant fall at a time.

Role Model

Last night the Seahawks defeated the Niners for a shot at a Superbowl ring. The last play of the game was an explosive one; Seahawks Cornerback Richard Sherman tipped the ball away from Niners Receiver Michael Crabtree and the ball was eventually intercepted by the Seahawks. The game ends, Sherman offers Crabtree his hand and a small scuffle ensues, followed by some colorful hand gestures. (If you're not a football fan, stick with me, I'm going somewhere with this.) Afterward, Sherman delivers an interview that will probably be as infamous as Suh's stomping. He called Crabtree a sorry receiver and deemed himself the best corner in the "game", all the while forgetting that his team assisted in the victory that paved the road to New York. The internet lit on fire, with opponents and advocates alike buzzing about. My Facebook feed alone was littered with post after post about Sherman.

I've seen arguments on both sides of the Sherman interviews; advocates claiming "the heat of the moment", opponents claiming "athletes should show more professionalism". More than likely Sherman will be fined for his sign language. His remarks, while demeaning toward Crabtree, did not contain foul language. From the standpoint of "punishments", they will probably go unnoticed. Guess what, I couldn't care less either way. And here's why: Sherman is just another person with an opinion. Would the world care if a similar situation happened in a pick-up football game? Of course not. Because those pick-up players aren't in the national spotlight, paid millions of dollars a year. Worse is said, I'm certain, on playgrounds every school day.

I understand that many children look up to athletes, in fact my husband idolized Cal Ripken growing up. The sun rose and set on him. Hell, it still might. But the point I'm belaboring is, our children's first line of role models should be their parents. My child's reaction to an exciting or discouraging event will more than likely be a reflection of how I would/do react. As it should. My child shouldn't have to watch the television to have their morals and character shaped. That's what I'm here for.

Every day, in every situation I'm in, I think to myself how do I/will I want the Peanut to react. Obviously I'm not perfect (skip backward two posts, you'll read all about that) and she has repeated her fair share of unpleasant words but overall I can say I would be happy if she treated folks how she sees me treat them. There have been plenty of situations over her 18 months that I would have liked to overreact or make a ruckus about certain things but I told myself the day I found out I was pregnant with her, my child will show grace and humility in this life. Lost character traits in many these days, but in her, I will instill these.

One day a little thirteen year old girl (or boy) is going to say something mean about her, it will probably make her cry and she will want to retaliate. But my hope is that she has the poise to continue about her way, with little regard to these hurtful comments. People are cruel. This world is unfair. Life is how you make it. You can hold your head up high or you can hold a grudge. Life is too short to care about how one person thinks about one thing you said or did.

Sherman couldn't care less about how I feel about his reactions, nonetheless what the rest of the world thinks. He has one thing on his mind and that happens in two weeks. Hopefully by then the media around his post game interview will have died down. But knowing the new face of journalism, the hype has just begun...

A Weekend Away

In 2005, I started working at the University Store, which happens to be the bookstore for Towson University. Three months into the job I was promoted to a student manager; meaning I "managed" a group of cashiers (who also happened to be my peers). One of my coworkers, upset that I was promoted ahead of her, transferred out of my area. Flash forward to that coworker having a terrible breakup with her then boyfriend and essentially being homeless and needing a place to stay and you're caught up to how I became friends with one of my best gals. Yes, a rocky start for us for sure I'd say. But, her debacle was the beginning of beautiful friendship. One that has weathered many, many ups and downs. One that has seen graduations, job promotions, health issues, new houses, births, deaths and everything in between. One that no amount of life changes or distance could break.

In 2006 on a Saturday morning, while "managing" the bookstore, I met a girl who had had a rough night. Hungover or possibly still drunk on that Saturday morning, I was not impressed with her math skills or lack thereof. In fact, if you would have told me that day that she would turn out to be one of my best friends, I would have laughed. No way. But that's what you get for judging a book by its cover. Because she is. One of the first people I call with good news, bad news and everything in between. A friendship that is mutually unconditional without expectations.

Life has taken us all in different directions since 2008/2009 when we all graduated college. Our time together is often limited but it's always a good time when we are together. Last weekend was no exception. The Peanut and I trekked up to West Virginia, with Rachel in tow, to visit Mallorie and scope out her new house. For hours we sat and chatted and caught up on the comings and goings of life. And even though my trip was short, it was exactly what I needed. Those gals always have a fresh perspective or an encouraging word.

Even better, I arrived home to this...

Chalkboard Calendar on our Wall

 My awesome husband got this done while I was away! It's been so handy to have this on our wall. And now that he's shown interest in home projects, I've lined up a ton for him.

I was also able to finish our play room and our Peanut is loving it.

Last weekend was a productive one. Hoping our 4 day weekend proves to be just as productive (and maybe a smidge more relaxing). Date night tomorrow night! Woo hoo!

New Year, New Us...Maybe

I am getting T.E.R.R.I.B.L.E at this blog posting business. But at least my post will be jam packed, much like my life lately. Yes, my New Years resolutions are failing already... more to that later.

Christmas fun!

Christmas Eve All  Dressed Up

First and foremost...Christmas! To our (ahem) shock, the Peanut was spoiled. With a Toys r Us satellite store downstairs and a Carters warehouse upstairs, she is set. Some highlights from the day were the cottage that Uncle David and Aunt Melissa gifted to her, (She loves to shut the door on daddy and the dog and wave "bye bye". If only she is still kicking guys out of our basement in 15 years, my husband will be so lucky ;)) the ball pit, a bike and a picnic set from my husband's aunt.

        

 Christmas, albeit, crazy was fun and full of family and food. All kinds of f's that I like. Christmas passed as quickly as it came and we kicked off the New Year at friends' house surrounded by a ton of fun folks. And since New Years Day we have been non-stop going. Remember that resolution I posted? About saying no more. Yeah. Hasn't happened, but it will, and soon. Next weekend the husband and I are taking some QT for us. Some time to reconnect and enjoy an adult beverage or two together. For more than a half an hour...after the Peanut's bedtime (and before ours)

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Speaking of busy... we took a time out for a little sledding. On my day off Mr. Winter made an appearance and granted us with enough snow to sled down the hill behind our house. The Peanut loved the sled and was super sad (meltdown commence) when we came back inside. Lucky for her, our old neighbors visited later in the day and couldn't wait to take her back out in it! The day after our mini-snowstorm, a pair of our college friends came to visit as to watch Towson in their football championship. Even though we lost miserably, it was fun to root our college team on. And the Peanut looked uber cute in her tiger gear. Their expecting a little one of their own and we are super excited to welcome Baby W in a few short months!

The last update I can think of since the two and a half weeks I posted is about the house. What a different the house looks like post Christmas. The walls are bare once more and screaming for decoration. While I cannot decide on the living room (besides a pretty sweet decal I'm waiting on), the dining room is waiting on the commissioning of one more painting from our favorite Baltimore artist to be complete and the Peanut's play room is also just about finished. The handprint rug is now on the floor, the art wall is one letter away from looking awesome and the chalkboard labels for her bins are waiting for me to put them on. I hung pictures in our upstairs hallway and I'm collecting frames for the gallery wall staircase.  Lots of progress, but a lot of projects left to be done. 

Speaking of projects, if my husband is around on Sunday (he won his fantasy football league, well actually several leagues, and is going to collect his trophy belt this weekend) we have plans to do this to the wall in our kitchen:

And hopefully, maybe if I'm lucky, this :

 I must have been a pretty awesome kid this year because I, too, got a bike for Christmas! More pictures to come of our house projects!

All in all, the past two and a half weeks or so have been wonderfully busy. Looking forward to calmer weeks as we leap into the New Year with loads of fun stuff planned. Stay tuned.