Almost 14 years ago, on September 11, 2000 we added the third baby, Cooper, to our family…
We also bumped up to a KING sized bed.
It really was not a decision as much as survival tactic. Sleep was something I would have paid good money for in those days of diapers and co-parenting…and a bed big enough to house 2 adults and potentially 3 warm little bodies was more a necessity than an option.
But time does pass and all but one of the kids are now bigger than me and they don’t crawl into bed with us like the old days. That bittersweet fact combined with the desire to have more actual ROOM in my Bed-room…prompted us to downsize to a Queen sized bed. A well made, extra firm one for my temperamental old back……
..and lets just say…IF I could marry my NEW BED – I would.
nothing special just yet in the way of NEW bedding. It was quite pleased when I found TUCKED AWAY this old Pottery Barn bedding from Phoebe’s Birds Egg blue bedroom circa 2009. I had always loved this quilt set and think I might try to age it up a bit with some lamps and an upholstered headboard.The white quilt is also a Phoebe hand me down from before the twin beds. The BOYS LOVE these swiveling lamps and won’t they be happy when I surprise them with them next to their beds!
I like this aqua lamp…if the backside of it were not covered in packing tape – holding it together I might just keep it there…but it does make me think “aqua”. thoughts ?
The painting above the bed is one of my new abstracts. I actually am kind of crazy abut the colors in our room…it looks less “sweet” in the room than it does in this photo but I was not going to take any WIDE shots this morning lest you see what is just outside the photo…morning mess!
nice being back with a Monday Makeover!!! Hope you are all adjusting to the season change…back to school, the return of craziness!!! I have a mountain of things to catch up on with you…cannot wait to fill you in on a few VERY EXCITING things happening for me this fall…!!!
have a great Monday!
Today I find myself at a loss for words. It is as if I have used them all up. I do not lie when I tell you I feel like he just got here. I know HE feels like time has dragged and dragged and that FINALLY he is at the end of his long long journey through school….but I only just digested the fact that his voice changed a few years ago That he shaves.
Parenting, for me anyway, exists in the absence of reflection . Every action I have taken has been for that moment and no time can be afforded to look back..sum it all up…take stock. It all just HAPPENS. I suppose one day…I will have time to pour over the photo albums and boxes of artwork…to look back but right now there is always something new to take it’s place and life keeps on keepin on.
…..so here we are and my little boy is all grown up and a Senior in High School. I could no more fast forward to 18 years from his birth than I can NOW imagine him 36 years old …18 years from now… and while I feel essentially the same as I did the day he arrived , give or take a few wrinkles and pounds… He has grown a lifetimes worth. His skinny 7 pound one ounce self is now a Handsome young man. It makes me just this side of dizzy. I can simply sigh and say Thanks.
This year will be one of BIG BIG changes. I cannot wait to see how it unfolds…and yet…I do not want the time to pass too swiftly. Buckle up and away we go!
Fiesta Ware and I go way, WAY back.
My colorful dishes date long before I became “Lesli DeVito” and acquired the honor of being Tate, Phoebe and Cooper’s Mom. I have used my Fiesta Ware dishes for 25 years.
They are indestructible.
TWENTY FIVE years ago…I was living in New York City…trying very hard to be an Actress but spending most of my days…and nights….waiting tables and catering. In the blink of an epiphany I returned to school and began my studies to Become a Nurse Practitioner. I had not taken a test in years and a science class in longer.
Our first test was in a class called Patho physiology. Patho means “
Our first test was impossibly hard. I studied for hours …. longer than I had studied for any test in my life…I was paying for college this time and I was not going to waste one cent. I made note cards and recorded myself explaining things to myself…in an attempt to optimize my studies. I sat on the front row to insure that I would catch every word of the professors lectures…WHICH often sounded like Russian to me…and I wrote down every SINGLE thing he said.
The test was hard…but I felt prepared. I knew that I had not Aced it, but I was confident that my hard work had paid off…I was actually excited as the Professor began distributing the grade tests. He lay our graded tests face down on our desks for us to flip over. I slowly turned mine over and my heart sank. 67. 67. I made a 67.
A fat tear hit my graded test and I was embarrassed at how upset a stupid grade had made me. I studied harder than I had for any other test in my life and I had failed. It was official. There was no way I would be albe to pull this “actress – turns – nurse” thing OFF…I was doomed.
I went home that day and as any adult child would do…I called my MOM. Through my sobs I told her how hard I had worked and that I had still failed. She listened and listened and then encouraged me and told me that it would get easier. “When I was in Nursing school, I had some stumbles too…It will get easier…and I am so proud of you for trying…”
I was still pretty sure I was stupid but my load had been lightened. And I went on with my life.
Three days later a HUGE box arrived. I had to get my then neighbor…now husband of almost 20 years… to help me carry the ten ton box up to my second floor apartment. I opened the box and there as a note from my Mom.
It read…”I was saving this for Christmas…but thought you could use some cheering up NOW. Enjoy..for all the years and meals to come.
I love you, Mom” .
My sweet sweet Mom had sent me 6 full place settings of FIESTA WARE….and that is how I got my dishes.
With LOTS AND LOTS of tenacity and hard work I was able to pull off a “C” in Pathophysiology.
Over the years colors and kids have been added… and I have made the leap from Nursing to Mom to Artist…and all along the way..my colorful dishes have served me well. Get it????
Go HERE to buy you very own FIESTA WARE!
On 8-8-96 my firstborn son was born and I became a MOM.
It was the happiest day of my life. It was a day I had dreamed of for as long as I could remember. And…just like they say…I could never have imagined the depths of the love that I felt for this tiny little boy…the baby I had only just met…but felt I had known all my life
They warned me..”It will go fast”…but they always say that. I had a handle on it…for about a day..
And then off it went, his life, the days, the moments, captured in photos Thank Goodness, but replaced the very next hour or day with another amazing feat. Another milestone. all of the “FIRSTS” I remember being dumbfounded and I confess, a little disappointed, when my Mom could not pinpoint exactly when I rolled over..or perhaps she would remember…but then correct herself and say..”Oh no…wait..maybe that was your brother?” How could she not remember every single one of these miracles????
…..and then I parented an ACTUAL child, not the tiny baby in my imagination, but a beautiful big eyed boy who arrived fully formed and just needed me not to muck it up.
I found this photo above this morning and it is only now that I see exactly why I am so happy took it….Yes, he looks cute but See the little thing Tate has in his hand? It was/is the top of a small Winnie the Pooh ceramic box. He carried that top…everywhere…for weeks.He would stand at the foot of my dresser and reach up and talk his baby talk and ask me to let him hold it. He loved it…and would be sad if I took it away. I worried that he might fall and break it and be cut..you know bleed to death from a ceramic Winnie the Pooh cut….It was a moment…a very personal one…that told of my insecurities of being a new Mom and Tate’s intense love for little things…just a tiny piece of the jigsaw of his little life. The things that pass in the blink of an idea and have no significance really…but are really quite significant.
and then he was One…
I have no less than a million photos…so many good ones…cute ones and I have spent the better part of today trying to scan them into my computer and to put together a wonderful tribute to my wonderful wonderful first born son….
…I am so proud of him…of who he has grown up to be…but right now, if the truth be told…I want to go BACK and do it all again. I want to go back and hold his little hand…and KNOW he will be safe.
I want to be more patient…to Hear his little-boy voice and I want to have the faith that everything will work out okay even when things go terribly wrong…I want watch this half monkey half toddler self climb the door-jam and not race to protect him but let him touch the ceiling…
I want to be as brave as Tate…I want to go easier on him when he sticks his finger in his sisters nose or sits upon his brother…I want to laugh at his funny jokes all over again until tears roll down my cheeks…I want to see him climb into his grandfathers lap….But I cannot go back…no one can…and my job is to find a way to accept the truth…
that ….kids and puppies grow up much MUCH too fast…..
into amazing People…Young men….Happy Birthday Tate…Thank you for 18 incredible years and I get the feeling you are just getting warmed up!!!! I LOVE YOU!
I Have been helping my Mother In Law do some redecorating…she recently had her living room painted Benjamin Woodlawn Blue with Linen White trim….
She replaced an old sofa with a lovely sectional and….she needed a couple of simple chairs which did not break the bank.
Perhaps a pop of color…pattern and whimsy…
I found THIS – THE CANDACE UPHOLSTERED ARM CHAIR
ON TARGET AND COULD NOT BELIEVE THE PRICE!!!!
HUDSON SWOOP CHAIR
I LOVE THIS CHAIR!!!! WHICH IS YOUR FAVORITE?
DO YOU HAVE A FAVORITE GO-TO CHAIR?
“Is it GRAY or GREY?”
This is one of the most commonly asked questions regarding common spelling mistakes!
The answer is : if you are American it is likely you spell it “GRAY”…..AND “GREY” is used in Great Britain and areas that use UK English.
Both are correct and both are Beautiful.
Here are some of 10 of my Favorite PALE INTERIOR GRAYS….
….often used as an alternative to beiges and whites….
…WHOOPS GRAY BUNNY!
…..of course…I will always be especially fond of ONE MORE pale gray…the one I INVENTED by missing 6 reject grays together and which I named…(email me for the formula)
I LOVED PALE GRAY long BEFORE IT WAS TRENDY….And I will likely love it long after it becomes…”The color of the Twenty- teens”. It soothes me…and I am hard pressed to think of a single color it does NOT flatter…like a good friend…this peaceful shade brings out the best in any tint…black, blue, pink, yellow, green, red and orange…the ultimate cheerleader…PALE GRAYS…are wonderful!!
Today my Dad would have been 79 years old.
I miss him everyday…but feel him with me in everything I do…
……in the Maine Sunsets…
…..in Coopers unrelenting WIT and his infectious Smile….
…in Phoebe’s WARMTH and her passion for LIFE!
…Tate’s HUGE HEART , and absolute laser-like focus on his goals….
I hear my Dad’s voice,
AS HE encourageS me back to standing UPRIGHT when I feel overwhelmed and exhausted by taking two steps forward and 5 steps back…when I want to just give up…I hear him say…”TOMORROW just might be the day!”….I see his smiling face from the front row of everything I did…and I feel his tight warm HUGS and how very much he loved me and his WONDERFUL life and how NOT once, not even for a second, did he ever give up HIS FIGHT…..
MY DAD inspires me each day to be my BEST self…even if in THAT moment my best self is simply – letting someone speak first, or saying “Thanks!” or TAKING the high road…or Painting a portrait of a GIRAFFE AND A KITTEN…he is always there with me, rooted deeply in my HEART, which often aches and misses having a parent…he is with me always….
…..and I celebrate today the day he was born…..
AS a GREAT and GLORIOUS day!
HAPPY BIRTHDAY DAD!
…are not to be missed….
I LOVE MY BIRTHDAY.
Last year was my first birthday with no parents…the ones who GAVE me a Birthday…they were gone and with them – the excitement of the day…They had always made our birthdays such special days…NOT with lavish parties in fact I honestly cannot recall one themed event…but the day was MINE…all mine and they reminded me all day how much my arrival had made THEM so HAPPY.
…and without them my Birthday..and life to some extent… felt a little like a sky….with NO sky.
….and then, because LIFE does go on…and I love my LIFE…. I turned to those to whom I gave life…and to whom I would give my all…
and a new chapter of BIRTHDAY CELEBRATING began….
TODAY has been heavenly…I am in Maine visiting my cousins and every inch of the day has been perfect and sweet and beautiful and full of LOVE and laughter and kids making fart noises and cool breezes and canoes and petting goats and the flowers….just so very many FLOWERS!
I cannot imagine a more perfect day…My Father LOVED Maine and My Mother lived for Flowers…they ARE HERE with me and I am Happy.