Saturday, March 20, 2010

Can Loose Morals Be Far Behind?

I was born with duck feet.
Narrow heel + wide ball of the foot = duck feet and even as a baby, my feet have had narrow heels that widened out into a pair of tootsies that look like Daisy Duck wannabes.
Because I'm rather vertically challenged, I have worn high heels since I was old enough to sneak them out to the school bus under my coat. For most of my adult life, I had high heel everything. Heck, the only pair of shoes I had that weren't high heels were my bedroom slippers and that's just because everyone knows bunnies don't wear high heels.
So my duck feet - which were already not gorgeous - turned into duck feet with bunions.
Eeww and ick.
I've spent lots of years trying not to draw attention to my feet. If there were a witness protection program for people with ugly feet, I'd have been banging on their door.
So you can imagine that the last thing I'd ever do is sit down and paint red nail polish all over my toes. As a matter of fact, I've never painted my toes. With any color of nail polish. Ever.
Until tonight.
I figured after two surgeries and lots of armpit callouses from crutches and lugging around Frankenboot, I deserved to do something fun.
My feet will never be gorgeous, but by golly they can dress for a party!

Thursday, March 18, 2010

Who's a Little Cutie Wutie, Hmmmm???

Baby Sophia Grace is, that's who! My friend, Erin, produced the most yummy of babies in Sophie, don't you agree?
My oh my - look at that little nubbin of sweetness. You just can't imagine how warm and soft and snuggly she is to hold.
Baby Sophia out-snuggles puppies any day, I've decided. (Just don't tell Sammy and Charlie.)
She has the cutest little dimple, the most sparkling dark eyes and raven hair that can be straight or go curly. (I think she gets that from me, personally, but Erin says it's from genetics and cites all manner of scientific hooey to support her theory.)
And coo! Girl, this baby coos and sighs and squeaks and hums like you wouldn't believe. It just makes you giggle out loud. Something tells me this little girl will not be denied. She will grow up to say her piece and be heard, all the while disarming the world with her cutiepieness. More power to you, sweetie.
We've all been waiting on Sophia for so long that when I finally FINALLY got to hold her, it was nothing short of magical. There's something supremely divine about holding newborns - for me, it's something almost primal. A feeling that comes to you through the ages. A connection of the strongest, most timeless thread. No matter when they lived or who they were, every mother who ever walked on earth has felt that same magical wonder those first seconds that a newborn settled into the crook of her arm. Erin's own mom died many years ago of breast cancer, but I'll bet she felt that magic when she first held Erin. I know Erin felt it when she first got to hold Sophie. I truly think Erin's mom is right here with Erin these days, dancing with joy at this little beauty.
I suppose someday I should really post a picture of Erin holding Sophia so that you can see beautiful mommy and beautiful daughter. That would only be right. But whenever Erin's near, Sophia's near and I'd much rather hold Sophia than a camera.
This picture is of Sophia attending her first Saturday Morning Coffee with the Aunties. I just realized this picture makes me look like I have a huge schnozz. I really don't. Or at least I don't think I have a huge nose. But who cares - I'm holding Sophia.
The aunties aren't in this picture because they are on the other side of the table, glaring at me for not forking over The Baby. But who cares - I'm holding Sophia.
Did I just say that out loud?!?
Alright alright. Someday I will post a picture of The Aunties holding Sophia.
And The Mommy holding Sophia.
But only after this Auntie has held Sophia again!
That's right - Baby Sophia wubs her Auntie Lori bestest of all, doesn't she?

Wednesday, March 17, 2010

Muchier Muchness

Oh. So . Daunting.
I've not been here for oh so long and all of a sudden I feel like the kid who sits in the back of the class and is suddenly called on by the teacher.
Even though this is my own blog, I feel like. . . . Wow.
Let's just start by saying that being gone from here was not my choice - it was an obligation I accepted.
And let me also say that this post represents a long overdue change in my life. A return home of sorts because I've always loved blogging and more than anything love your feedback.
I'm like a painting someone cut into little pieces that can be put in piles of red, yellow, green, blue, etc. And if you looked at just one pile, you'd say "Oh, this is a painting done in reds" or "This is a painting done in yellows."
But the truth is that this painting is made up of lots of colors, all of which combine to make a unique kind of whole. Lately, I've been monochomatic. Off balance. Single faceted. Like the low carb diet frenzy, I've discovered that you can only tilt your life in solely one direction for just so long before you go crazy and OD on all the things you've missed.
Johnny Depp/The Mad Hatter says to Alice: You used to be muchier.
I realize now that I have lost my muchness.
So ladies and gentlemen, I am out to reclaim my muchness. I'm here to add balance and hue and scent and harmony to my life.
I'm back to pump life into those long-neglected parts of me that crave creativity and inspiration and interaction.
I am enjoying the chance to celebrate the morning frost and sing the unexpected and revel in the mundane because my life has been one-dimensional for so long.
So buckle up.
I'm back. And oh so so so happy to be here!