Friday, November 2, 2012

Thankful

Day 1- I am thankful for snuggles on the chair, painting small fingernails, braiding hair, and everything about my sweet little girl.

Day 2- I am thankful for my sweet, compassionate, sensitive little boy.  And even the moments where he is loud, rough, and violent.  I live getting the experience of having a boy.



Friday, July 6, 2012

July Classes

Saturday July 7 - Upcycled Altered Book- 10:30-2:00
Saturday July 7 - Paper Wings Productions Workshop - Cards with Unique Materials 3:00-5:00
Friday July 13 - Mixed Media Scrapbooking 10:30-12:30
Saturday July 21 - Art Journal Club10:30-1:00
Saturday July 21 - Bookbinding 2:00-5:00
Friday July 27 - Dreamweavers Stencil Techniques 6:00-7:30
Saturday July 28 - Paper Wings Productions Trunk Show and Free Make & Takes at Scrapbooks N More in New Braunfels

All classes at Stamp Antonio unless noted.

Cards with Unique Materials


Upcycled Altered Book


Thursday, June 21, 2012

Sentimental heart

I've coslept with Lillie for the past 4.5 years.  Miles slept with us up until last year when he decided to sleep with the dh in his own bed. 

She's been sleeping on her own the last couple of nights.  So strange how its taking me longer to adjust.  Feeling very sentimental about it while still looking forward to our next chapter. 

She's my snuggly lovie and I've enjoyed cosleeping because I knew they would sleep on their own when they were ready.  I also knew that I would look back on our days of cosleeping with great fondness.  They grow up so fast, too fast.  That's what everyone always says, but to see it happen right before your eyes is truly magical, and terrifying, and bittersweet.  I am so thankful for being able to be a mom to them.  I treasure it.

Saturday, March 17, 2012

I have no witty title

I am 37, a mom, a wife, a sister, a daughter. I went to college, ran a business for 10 years, started my own company, teach a handle of new workshops every single month, I juggle, I survive. Why is it that sometimes I feel like such a loser? Why do I read about others and wish I could be someone else? Why did I spend so many years so terribly depressed and heartbroken? Why am I so hard on myself.

I'm not feeling particularly depressed or anything. These were the random thoughts going through my head tonight.