Tuesday, August 30, 2016


Edie turns 7 today.

She started 1st grade last week. None of the nerves from last year, only excitement about her teacher and friends. She lucked out and her beloved kindergarten teacher is moving up this year to teach 1st grade and Edie is one of only 8 kids who get to be in her class this year. That and her two best friends are also a part of that 8.

Summer flew by. This summer, we :
Spent 2 solid weeks on Orcas climbing rocks, tooling around in boats, and having Shreya's family visit

Had our first family sleepover on a boat at English Camp in Garrison Bay (with Jeff's parents)

Picked buckets and buckets of strawberries, raspberries, blueberries and blackberries

Baked pies and made jam

Got stung by a bajillion bees (photo in earlier post)

Learned to steer the Whaler

Crushed it at tennis camp, engineering camp, art camp, adventure camp, and farm camp (picture from Wild Whatcom - an outdoor girls camp she did the week before school)

Went to the Lynden Fair

Had lemonade stands

Went swimming at the community pool and Lake Padden

Met her new cousin, Rio (and yes, I had a heart attack when this moment happened and "casually" asked her if she wanted a baby sister - she said definitely not - WHEW)

Became a chicken whisperer

Made popsicles

Saw a musical at BTG (pic in earlier post)

Partied hard

She's growing up into this amazing girl right now. I'm not an overly sentimental person and I don't do a lot of backward gazing when it comes to parenting. I love the phase of family we are in right now and I'm excited for what's coming. We have officially entered the 'sweet spot' where she is smart, capable, adaptable, sleeps all night, helps around the house and in the kitchen, and regularly entertains herself by playing, drawing and reading. It wasn't that long ago that I was pulling my hair out and questioning all of my decisions because it felt like I couldn't get Edie to leave the house to do ANYTHING EVER without melt downs and hissy fits. And when I dragged her, she would make the entire activity miserable. My biggest parenting struggles at this point are whining and interrupting. So, by comparison it feels like we are winning right now.

I told her we could do anything she wanted for her birthday. She asked for pancakes with a candle in them this morning and wants to go out for pizza for dinner. She didn't want me to pick her up early from the YMCA because they are going to have a little party for her. Pretty easy to please. Most of her gifts this year are art and Lego related.

She had her Harry Potter themed birthday party this last weekend and invited 14 kids, which then grew to 18 kids with siblings. If I hadn't cut her off at 18, it easily could have been 30. She is the definition of social. The thing that brings me the most joy as a parent is how completely comfortable and confident she is in her own skin right now. She likes other people, herself, and new experiences.

She picked out her outfit for her birthday last night and it included a floral print seafoam green dress, yellow and fluorescent green shorts, navy blue knee highs with white fuzzy hearts printed on them, and a sequined hoodie. Oh, and grey and lavender tennis shoes. Because she needs to be able to run fast in her tulle lined party dress? Duh Mom. And for some reason, I'm not worried that she's going to get made fun of at school, because she wore that ridiculous ensemble with such confidence that I almost think she could turn the look into a trend. On her first day of school, she very seriously asked me if she could borrow a formal shrug-style cardigan I wore to an old-timey costume party last year. It is shiny grey satin with huge ruffles and I bought it at Value Village from the used bridesmaid section. She was legitimately pissed when I told her she couldn't wear it. And maybe I should have just let her? I basically gave birth to Punky Brewster 2.0.  I see pictures of perfectly manicured kids on Instagram. Like kids who let their parents pick out their clothes, or maybe those kids naturally enjoy wearing horizontal striped boat necked tops, black leggings and neutral ankle booties and I barely remember those days. If something doesn't have cheetah, sparkles AND rainbows, Edie just isn't interested.

It seems impossible, but she still loves playing kitty and all things cat. It drives me bananas and if she says, "Mom, you can be the big sister kitty and I'll be the baby kitty" one more time, I'll.... we'll. ... I'll probably be the stupid big sister kitty. But I will hate it the whole time!! Gah!

She's reading like a champ, although her enthusiasm for it goes in major waves. She's signed up for more swimming lessons this fall and maybe one day we will take the training wheels off her bike and teach her how to ride it for real. Maybe. Are there people we can pay who come and do that for us? Because this is a parenting experience I can live without.

At 7, in her own words:
Favorite book: I kind of have two. Secret Garden and Star Girl.
Favorite dinner: Pizza with cheese and kalamata olives
Favorite flavor ice cream: Rainbow sherbet
Ice cream or popsicle? Both
Teacher: Ms. Linville
Best Friend(s): Iona, Julia, Shreya
What I want to be when I grow up: Veterinarian
Best advice: Don't talk to strangers
Favorite thing about being 6: That I learned how to do the spinning monkey bars
What you are most looking forward to about being 7: Spelling better, and getting to know the new pet fish in our class (his name is Bubbles)

Friday, July 22, 2016

Tooth Fairy

Edie lost her second tooth yesterday. I picked her up from camp and she was holding her mouth wide open for me to see as I approached the check-out table to sign her out for the day. The tooth had been loose for ages, and she bit down too hard while getting out of the pool at camp and out it went. She wrapped it in a paper towel and then wrapped THAT in her towel and, baby teeth are ridiculously tiny. We had a hard time finding it for a minute, despite being still in the paper towel.

She wanted to know how the tooth fairy gets into her room at night. She got down on her floor and measured the crack under her door and the key hole to see which was bigger. She left a note (more like a form really) challenging the fairy to answer some key questions about her existence. It requested her height, length (wings), age, and a picture of her. She drew boxes for each of the answers to be written in.

As you can imagine, this added some stress to the already terrifying experience of sneaking into your kid's room without waking them up in order to exchange jingling change for a tiny, hard to find tooth in a pillow. Eventually, we settled on this - Jeff would compose some riddles to answer her questions and I would write them in tiny scrawl inside the boxes. In the picture category, the fairy replied, "Fairy's done have cameras!"  and FYI in case you were wondering, tooth fairies are "taller than a blade of grass but smaller than a tree"

Regardless, I'm getting closer and closer to thinking I can't keep up this charade for another 10 teeth. I definitely grew at least one more grey hair last night when I opened her door at 11pm, the door making a loud, old door noise and I heard her regular, deep breathing stop and she rolled over to face me in the door frame. GAH! I had to abort the mission and try again 30 minutes later due to stress. It was touch and go, but eventually we were successful.

Yesterday at camp pick-up with one of her best friends Julia. And her tooth:

Sunday, July 10, 2016

Photo Dump

Some photos from the last month or two. I know I've been terrible about updating the blog. On the upside - it's mostly because we are busy in a good way. Edie is the queen of summer camps, Bellingham is great, we have a brand new niece, and work is hopping. I have an event in Utah next week (that I've been planning but don't have to go to personally) and another, enormous event for 900 people on the 19th in Seattle. There have been city permits and super random venues involved - let's just say there are saxophone and bongo players (together), henna artists, and off-duty police being coordinated and that's just the least of the random factor. Despite a million moving parts, for some reason I can't seem to muster more than a low level of angst over the whole thing. The client is actually the nicest ever, but it feels like summer slacking can't really start until it's over so I'm counting down the days. In the meantime, this has been happening:

Wading into the ocean on Orcas:

Someone finally decided putting her face in the water was fun!

Chuck Wagon Restaurant in Burlington - they have trains running around the ceiling!

12 Year anniversary dinner at the Cliff House. Me and my peach pie.
Edie's art show after a week of art camp:
At a fairy party at the garden store with Grandma:
Just crafting together. It's good to brainwash them early into thinking that planning and throwing detailed parties is awesome. Here we are making holes in a styrofoam box that we wrapped in kraft paper so we can stick cake pops in for display.
With our newest niece Rio!
Katherine's birthday party:

Wednesday, June 29, 2016


Things have been busy lately. since last posting, we've gone camping (ugh), graduated kindergarten, started summer camps, visited Orcas with friends, finished my big annual event (San Diego this year), picked strawberries and raspberries, made jam, and attended/hosted infinity play dates. Oh, and binge watched a little So You Think You Can Dance and Orange is the New Black - both of which are having pretty annoying seasons this year IMO. Who wants to watch creepy little kids dance better than you in jazzercise outfits?? Not this person. Bring back the adult dancers please. Sheesh.

Living in Bellingham sometimes feels like adult summer camp. We walk almost everywhere, including to pretty much all play dates, dinner parties and most meals out. We have monthly cocktail parties with the neighbors where we share a sitter who watches all of the kids (typically 8-10 children under 8yrs old) and then all the adults walk to another family’s house for drinks. The sitter puts all the kids to bed and then we pick them up sleeping, carry them home and tuck them in. At the last party I had too much wine and made plans to go to Australia next year and maybe also committed to directing a 5th grade play at Lowell while talking with the PTA president, which apparently has not been attempted for some time. So there’s that.

Edie has become an avid reader. She’s always been leaps ahead of the other kindergarteners with reading, but now she devours chapter books and is currently reading what I’m sure is a horrible book series about pirates that are also puppies. Whatever floats your boat though! Who am I to judge, I’m currently wrapping up a trilogy that is being made into a series for the SyFy network. Perhaps puppy pirates are amazing.

School has been out for 2 weeks and Edie has already completed Tennis Camp, which she loved. It was fun to have her get into something that I know zero things about; no baggage like with drama and dance classes. Jeff bought her a little racket and they practice at night (at her request) at the school black top. She still can’t ride a bike, but she’s becoming quite the little tennis pro. This week is Farm Camp in the morning and Art Camp in the afternoon with her 2 neighborhood pals. We are knee deep in carpools and have become those people that carry a bazillion extra booster seats around with them all the time, just in case.

We hosted our niece Caroline for a dinner and movie date last week, which went swimmingly until Edie was attacked by bees and stung 11 times in our front yard.  It was all very My Girl, except no one died and there was more screaming. There is apparently a nest hiding in our ivy in the front yard. It was pretty scary and I’m sure our neighbors thought she was being murdered; those screams are still a little PTSD-inducing when I remember them. Jeff was sort of a hero. He swooped her out of the ivy, got stung himself and proceeded to run with her indoors while swatting all the bees clinging to her while I grabbed Caroline to make sure she wasn’t getting attacked (or traumatized by the screaming). Ugh. It was sort of like one of those nightmares where you can’t move fast enough. It felt like it took forever to get all the bees away from her. Thankfully, she is amazing and rebounded VERY quickly. Some baking soda paste and Benadryl and she woke up the next morning totally recovered. She’s been saying, “Did you hear what happened to me?” with just the right touch of drama to everyone we see.

She has also developed a passion for her joke book for kids. So much so that it feels like one of those stories that Amy Schumer or Tina Fey’s parents would tell – about when they discovered they were going to pursue comedy. She not only devours the joke book all day long, reading line after line to me and then explaining why each one is funny - she brought it to camp to tell jokes to the teachers and kids yesterday! And then started making up HER OWN jokes. Some of which were actually kind of funny. In a super random, totally stupid way. I think there might have been one about Maniacs being yaks from Maine? I actually hate formula jokes, so it’s a bit like my own personal hell to have her sit next to me while cooking dinner for an hour straight saying over and over, “Hey Mom, here’s another one – knock, knock!”, but there’s something so aggressively nerdy and hilarious about her doing it, that I have to love it.
 A few pictures from the last month or two:

In the audience for Anything Goes at Bellingham Theatre Guild. Directed by my old high school teacher and mentor, Terri Grimes. Edie LOVED it and made me go up to the lead actress after and ask her to meet Edie. She's still reading the Playbill and listening to the sound track at home.

Picking Raspberries at Aunt Laura's house. We made jam and 3 pans of raspberry crumble bars from our score:

Post bee stings  (each bandaid covers a sting - can't see all the ones around her middle and ankles):

Caroline and Edie watching a movie before the bee sting situation:

Edie and her buddy Ever at his birthday party. He wouldn't let ANYONE sit next to him because he was saving the seat for Edie.

Our little comedienne:

My Kindy graduate and her teacher after the last day of school:

Later that night at a friend's house with my glass of wine the size of my head (it had been a loooong week for all of us):

Edie and Iona on Orcas:

Edie with her preschool BFF and sister when we visited them recently in Seattle. They took this selfie:

I'm in charge of organizing and managing the school movie nights through the PTA. This was only the second one this year, but it got scheduled for the second to last day of school. Terrible timing as things were pretty manic getting ready, but there was still great turnout for Charlie and the Chocolate Factory:

With all her pals at the School Round Up, a country western party the week before the last day of school: