HappyThoughtBubble.com follow up

Apr 25

HappyThoughtBubble.com follow up

Sorry for my delay in posting the winner of the HappyThoughtBubble.com drawing.  Using highly scientific methods, Greta and I determined that the winner is:   Woo!  (Terri K, I’ve sent you an email.) Thanks to everyone who entered (and liked and shared!) our drawing.  The rainbow bubbles pictured at the top of this post are on Meg’s website.  She calls that particular set of bubbles “Jen’s Bubbles” because of my recent Chemo Rainbow. A very sincere thank you to everyone who has been so supportive of both of us through this project.  It means a lot.  It’s really fun for me to see my sister share her passion.  I love having Happy Thought Bubbles surrounding me as I go about my day. www.happythoughtbubbles.com...

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Random

Apr 22

It’s a busy week for me. Good busy.  But, still.  Busy. Now that I think about it, when it is it not a busy week?  Hmmmm. Anyway, I wrote down all the commenters for the HappyThoughtBubble.com giveaway (thank you!) and I’ll have the girls draw a name at breakfast tomorrow.  Other bloggers seem to use some sort of official method to ensure the randomness of the drawing, but I am not that official.  Let me assure you… I myself am pretty random, so I’ve got it covered. Speaking of random, I pulled out my spring/summer shoes for the first time since October this week, and four of my favorite pairs have been reduced to singles.  That’s right folks, I’ve managed to lose four single shoes (two rights and two lefts, if you are wondering).  I’ve looked e.v.e.r.y.w.h.e.r.e.  I’m losing it.  And, honestly?  I need to be wearing these shoes!  Where are they? Greta’s teacher and I had a little conference to discuss Greta’s progress at school.  The biggest surprise?  The teacher describes her as a little helper, agreeable, willing to participate in any/every activity, and she never says no.  All of us who spend the most time with Greta are a wee bit surprised shocked.  I love my Greta, but — oy!  She makes me work.  I’m glad she gives her teachers an easier time.  I might stop in and take notes on what they are doing. Tonight I gave Maren her last six-year-old hug.  I hung the birthday banner.  I wrapped her presents.  I bought donuts — her favorite — for breakfast tomorrow.  I love my big girl. I have invitations pending to three upcoming breast cancer events.  I find myself delaying my response and when I stop to ask myself why, it’s because I don’t want to have breast cancer.  I don’t want to be in this club, or celebrate this disease, or think about cancer more than I already have to.  Don’t get me wrong, the organizations are fabulous and the money they raise literally impacts my lifespan, so I want them to exist and do well.  However there’s still this part of me that wants to focus on living with cancer rather than fighting cancer....

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Perspective

Apr 21

Last night I tucked Maren into bed after we read our chapter together.  When I tiptoed into her room to deposit laundry thirty minutes later, she whispered, “Mama, will you snuggle me?” I mentally threw away my To Do List, and I crawled into her bottom bunk with her.  I lay on my back inhaling her scent, noting the length of her limbs, and listening to her chatter.  We began to talk about our day and our week.  The more we talked the more wound up she got.  She was tearful about something, so I quickly changed the subject.  Next she was giggly to the point that I feared she would never go to sleep.  After a lot of conversation, I finally said, “Maren.  Sweetie.  You are the same as when you were a baby.  I would try to snuggle you and have you fall asleep in my arms when you were little, but you would talk, and wiggle, and play.  You were to busy talking to me to ever fall asleep.  And you’re doing the same thing as a 6-year-old!  I love talking with you, but I need to stop snuggling you so that you will go to sleep!”  We shared a final giggle, and I crawled back out of her bottom bunk; she was asleep when I checked on her five minutes later.  It’s amazing what personality traits appear as an infant and carry through these years.  I can count on one hand the number of times Maren has fallen asleep in my arms.  She’s just not that kind of kid. Tonight I tucked Greta into bed after her little nighttime routine.  Some nights you can give Greta a kiss and waltz out the door.  Tonight was not one of those nights. I took the easy-but-time-consuming path to put her to bed tonight: I laid down next to her.  She first offered me her blankie, which I politely declined.  She then tucked it next to her cheek and extolled it’s awesomeness: “It’s soft and comfy-cozy Mama.”  I smiled in the dim light, happy that she thought to share a treasure with me.  She rolled from side to side.  She had a few drinks from her sippy cup...

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HappyThoughtBubbles.com

Apr 17

HappyThoughtBubbles.com

Some of you may remember that Baby Sister gave me a whole box of orange Happy Thought Bubbles (her name for what you might have formerly recognized as blown glass Christmas ornaments) to give away to both staff and patients in the Chemo Room during my Orange Chemo treatment.  Everyone had happy thoughts hanging from their IV poles: dripping drugs and happiness!  That day was the unofficial launch of Megan’s (Baby Sister’s real name) new enterprise. She is selling her glass work at www.happythoughtbubbles.com: hand blown Happy Thought Bubbles, vases, ornaments, gift sets, a special collection of “Jen’s bubbles” in my honor, and bowls.  (Using the discount code “Do Today Well” will get you 10% off your purchase through May 7th.)  Happy Thought Bubbles have their own Facebook page (please like it). She has been blowing glass for over a decade, and her pieces are exquisite.  She has a portfolio on her website, along with her bio and glass story.  Beyond the physical beauty of her pieces, she says it best herself: Happy thought bubbles are artifacts that capture a breath and moment from my time in the studio, and that bubble is encapsulated inside the glass forever. Blowing glass is where I need to be when real life is hard, and I always leave the studio happy, having created something beautiful. That positive energy is invested in everything I make. I believe that when this artwork leaves me, it takes that positive energy to a new home. Reading her words and viewing her art glass is an extension of the goodness that Megan breathes into the world.  I’m hoping to help her grow her business by giving away a pair of her “share happiness” bubbles; the idea is that you get two: one to keep and one to give away.  I love the idea of long distance best friends having matching bubbles hanging in their kitchen windows.  Tell me that doesn’t make you smile… To win the above pair of Happy Thought Bubbles and a surprise from me, please comment here before midnight on April 21st.  A comment gets your name in the hat once; you can get your name in the hat two times by tweeting, Facebooking, or...

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These good days

Apr 16

These good days

Confession: there are some days as a mom where I cry.  I feel like I’m doing it all wrong, I’m broken, they’re broken, and oy-I-have-t0-do-it-all-again-tomorrow.  I think all parents have days like that. Those days are hard. Thankfully, the past few days have not been like that. I’ve had a really great stretch of days with my girls recently. Greta likes to spin and twirl.  Every single morning, she asks to wear a dress that twirls, and I find myself swirling clothing around in the air to demonstrate it’s inherent twirliness. I’ve argued that ruffles do, most definitely, twirl.  I pointed out that the bunny on this non-twirly shirt is, in fact, twirling.  (The ruffle thing worked; the bunny thing did not.  Obviously, I’m on the lookout for “twirly” play dresses for big G — size 4/5!) Often Greta’s spinning and twirling result in dizziness.  Everytime she gets dizzy, she yells and staggers and staggers and yells, “Mom, I’m BUSY!”  It’s hilarious.  If it’s not funny to read, I apologize.  Witnesses to Greta’s dizziness disintegrate into giggles alongside me. I’m reading Mr. Popper’s Penguins to Maren.  For the past several months she’s been reading to herself at night because, well, she can, and also because she loves to check off as many minutes as possible on her reading chart for school.  However, we both realized we missed that quiet snuggle time in the evenings, so I pulled a page from my own childhood and I selected a chapter book to read to her.  I plucked it off the shelf and was delighted to rediscover the inscription on the inside: For Jennifer Ann M on the occasion of her 9th birthday from Grandma and Grandpa M.  50 years ago this was Grandma’s FAVORITE BOOK!  The gift was a treasure in 1988, and it is a treasure now to share with her. I asked Greta what she wanted to do for her upcoming 3rd birthday, and she proceeded to describe every detail of Maren’s recent birthday party and name every one of Maren’s friends whom she wanted to invite to her party. This is a kid who loves her big sister and wants to be Just. Like. Her.  I’m slightly worried that...

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