3 months later...

Instead of posting each idea on it's own I am going to jumble it all up for you.  Life is busy.  There you go that is all there is to it.  Honestly, that is my sole reason for not posting a thing for the last 3 months despite all the chaos to tell.

-April-

Wine Tour only for the BFF

Mimosas in the morning in the limo, yes thank you

Fun fact about me: I despise wine so it was Ciroc and juice for me, good times for all

-May-

Preparing for the upcoming horseshow

Mother's Day Baseball game

Summertime fun at the Mad Hatter Party

-June-

Happy Birthday to me

The cake was made my dearest, The Man and JuJuBee

Birthday trip to Six Flags Discovery Kingdom

Go Shooka, go Shooka!

T-Ball season starts

Lil' Miss turns 2

I should really work on my detailed stories but for now enjoy how quickly I through together the last 3 months.  My full time commitment is raising my girls and managing my home.  But my passion beyond my children has consumed my extra time as a film producer.  Sorry to my faithful followers for being forgotten.

Daddy's Got the Shotgun Out

"Oh he better get the shotgun ready! Anytime your girls bring home a guy start cleaning the shotgun."

Last Friday night, while I am standing in a small circle of adults I mention that I have two little girls and the first reaction is that their father better start contemplating his scare tactics for future boyfriends when they come to the house to meet us. The things that are said would suggest my daughters could bring home young men that would disrespect them, lack the confidence to demand a good man, or even worse case scenario not know how to stand up for themselves.

I understand the light-hearted comments are well-meaning but since we found out we were having a girl the same comments have been repeated over and over. Instead of hearing that each time I say that I have two girls, I'd like to hear "you should start working on their uppercut". I don't want to raise my girls to become women that need a man to protect them. I hope for my girls to be able to recognize a respectful man, a man that values them for who they are, and treasures them as I do. Strong women only in this household and men that can match that.

Can I get a witness?!

Christmastime

Last Saturday we finally put our Christmas tree up! The stockings are hung and decorations out. The tree went up while the girls were sleeping but waited for them to put ornaments on. As we pulled the ornaments out to put on the tree we shared the stories behind each ornament, just as I did each year when I was young (actually still do it today when decorating my parents' tree).

The most memorable ornament is the sleigh bell Julianna was given from Santa Clause on her first Christmas on the Polar Express ride. For those that read the book The Polar Express will be able to understand my overwhelming excitement each year we ride the train. Every year since 2007, California State Railroad Museum puts on an elaborate show to recreate the story written by Chris Van Allsburg. The Sacramento train station is filled with adults becoming children again along side their own children all eager to experience the Christmas spirit. The children are dressed in their pajamas ready to ride to the North Pole.

Once aboard the train you are served hot chocolate and cookies by genuine dancing waitstaff while the soundtrack is playing in the background. The train is slowly riding down the tracks and you hear the story read outloud. Alas you arrive at the North Pole, then you get the chance to meet Santa Clause. Santa will ask if you believe and hand you the authentic sleigh bell, the first gift of Christmas.

Immediately I ring the bell checking that I can still hear the ring of Santa's sleigh bell.

Julianna has been ringing the bells from the tree whispering to herself, "I believe." She can still hear the ring from Santa's sleigh too.

I love experiencing life again through the innocence of my children; this must be what Christmas is really about.