Archive | September, 2013

Fall To Do.

21 Sep

First of all, have you heard about Wunderlist?  I downloaded it to all of my devices recently and have really fallen in love.  I am a list person.  But the kind of list person that ends up with hundreds of thousands of systems and none of those actually work.  Wunderlist is kind of like Evernote but not nearly as robust.  Some might find this a downfall, but I find it a blessing.  Don’t get me wrong, I love Evernote but it is too smart for me.

The short and sweet of it is this- Wunderlist allows you to make a “to do” list and file it.  So you have work, shopping, kids, education, or whatever.  There are tons of lists on the internet.  And I realized that I had been working on a fall to do list on my handy dandy app.

The T’s Fall To Do’s:



Host an outdoor dinner party.

I have had great visions of these for as long as I can remember.  A long table, rustic mis matched dishes, crisp air, good food, cheap wine, and loads of laughter.  We have been working hard on the patio section of our back yard and once the weather turns we have everything to make this happen with ease.  Along with a flat screen TV and some football?  Even the men will be thrilled.

RT, Papa, and Gia Gardening in Fresno.

RT, Papa, and Gia Gardening in Fresno.

Fall garden with the kids.

I have attempted to garden in the past.  And failed.  Miserably.  So when I say garden with the kids what you should read is get someone to set up a place with an irrigation system and throw things in the ground and then the kids and I can go look at it and watch it grow.  Because really, that is what I mean.  And maybe after watching that and feasting on its bounty I can grow a garden.

Seriously, some of my favorite moments happen during these walks.

Seriously, some of my favorite moments happen during these walks.

Walk to school with Gia and Luke a minimum of three times a week.

We started this in August and I am LOVING every minute of it.  We typically walk everyday.  I have it on the list because I want it to continue.  Rain, cold, shine, whatever.  We are going to pretend we are city slickers here in suburbia.  Funny thing is how people in suburbia look at you like you have three heads when you are walking around in a subdivision in “normal” clothes.  One sweet mom from Gia’s school texted me and asked if we were having car trouble.  Another one asked me how I could walk in non workout clothes.  But we are doing it.  One step at a time.

Fresh from the ground.

Fresh from the ground.

Get our veggies from the Farmer’s Market.

This is so simple and we don’t have early morning soccer games this fall (because they are all at 3:30- BOO!) so we should do this.

Great things happen around the family table.

Great things happen around the family table.

Family sit down dinner five times a week.

We have been doing this since the start of school and I am eating it up with a spoon.  I did this my entire life and somehow during our cross country move we had gotten away from the tradition.  I love the help from G setting the table with fabric napkins, glass plates, glass cups, water jugs and putting big pots of food to be passed around.  We start the meal with grace and end with conversation starting questions.  This is not a fall goal but a life mission.

Visit some local DFW farms.

Because there have to be some, right!?

Berry picking at P-6 Farms this summer.

Berry picking at P-6 Farms this summer.

Take a trip to my parents and visit the P-6 corn maze and pumpkin patch.

My kids think my parents live in Hawaii so I like to get them to Mimi and Popa’s whenever possible.  We went to the P-6 farm this summer and picked blackberries and they are just the most lovely souls and they make some mean pickled okra.  I am looking forward to adding this to our fall traditions as well.

Teach something.

I am thinking it will be Sunday School.  But honestly, I don’t know.  This is just a weird yearning in my heart that I have been ignoring for the past year and I want to stop it.  So I am going to teach something.

Paris: Notre Dame.

Go to Paris.

That is happening.  In less than a week.

Allen's Boots

Ride horses.

I live in Texas.  I grew up riding on and off.  There is a facility literally two miles from my home.  And by executing this goal, I a can fulfill one of my petty ones: using Pamela Euwing from the first season of Dallas as my fall style icon.  Yep.  Love me some Dallas and riding boots.  Yee Haw!

I think this is all achievable, while keeping us busy but calm.  What is on your list this Fall?


Simple happy things.

9 Sep

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Luke was asked at preschool today what makes him happy- ” When I play at home with Mommy and Daddy and Gia upstairs”. Simple enough sweet boy. That makes me happy too.

The Lost Art of Walking to School.

3 Sep

Gia First Day

Gia started asking this summer if she could be a walker. We live roughly three miles from Gia’s school. Too far to walk, but too close to drive. (Not really. We did that for an entire year.)

In an effort to say, “yes”  I did some brainstorming. How to find a solution to this walking conundrum?  Not to mention, she is helping me solve my problem of wanting more time with her.

More time where we are  just in a space together. Where there are no distractions from the radio, screens, toys, what could we be doing. Just us (and us can certainly include other humans we love both family and friends). Where we can talk. Or not talk. Just be. If something crosses our mind- we discuss it. Or we may just hold hands.

First I started parking across the street from G’s school.  And it really wasn’t enough.  It was like walking into Target.  I wanted to cross streets.  Look both ways, see the sun, find rocks, feel the humidity, feel the cold (whenever that is coming GOOD GOSH).  Last Thursday, I found a place about a half a mile from Gia’s school and roughly half a mile from Luke’s school.

And we walk.

Well, we parked.  Got out. Put on Gia’s backpack.  Crossed the street. Luke and I walked Gia to those two big double doors and kissed her good bye.  Then Luke and I walked back towards the car, passed it and went straight to his school.  I walked back to the car and drove home.

I am in love with this. Sure, it adds some time on the morning routine.  But it is precious time.  You see, while we are not right- when- we- wake- up morning people; we are get- us- going- a- little -and- then- we- are morning people. It works.

Every time I turn around I am bombarded with the facts that this time with my children is fleeting. I am committing to doing this rain or shine a minimum of three days a week.  This way if we go to JKC Live!  we can park closer and if we are running late I won’t be backing off of my promise.

With three days a week I hope we can see a community form from walking into a school and not simply sitting in the carpool lane.  With three days a week I anticipate mornings (no matter how rushed or flustered they start) with conversations about aspirations and excitement.  With three  days a week I except to meet friends I would have never heard about around the dinner table.

And lets be honest, this extra two miles on my FitBit will certainly help me beat Popa on steps.

So here’s to a new routine, a few extra steps, and more moments that I can cherish with my sweet darlings.