Loveliness

What to do, what to do. I find myself a single mom with one little person sleeping and the other one up the street on her VERY FIRST UNSUPERVISED play date. I'm really at a loss. In a former life I might take this opportunity to give myself a pedicure, watch a few guilt-laced soap operas (don't even act like you haven't done it), or catch up on ironing some jeans. All of these activities I either now have absolutely no interest in doing, however, or they just take way too much energy.

I will, instead, post on my fabulous picnic out. My friend Kasey, with her two kiddos Morgan and Jake in tow, headed to the gardens at Thanksgiving Point for a stroll and a picnic. I will admit that Phoenix is going to start having really great weather soon, and I'm already freaking out about the lack of cold weather fare in my closet, but today was a perfect Utah day. I also managed to put together a little slideshow for your viewing pleasure, empty the dishwasher, and pick up the mail key that's been sitting at Spencer's office for a week. Man, I really impress myself sometimes.

Warm fuzzies

Things I like: watching my aspiring prima ballerina at dance class, hanging out with a good friend, fabulous princess art projects, spending time with family, and not that I saved the best for last or anything...but Pizza Factory breadsticks also have to be mentioned. All of these things just so happened to be part of my day today, so I felt I had to document it. I mentioned in last night's post that Spenc has been out of town, and even though I had to get a little dig in, it really has been a legitimately necessary trip. I have been kind of having a pity party, though. I have struggled with making our new digs really feel like home, and when Trin kept asking to "go home," my heart just wanted to break.

Well, even though the last box was unpacked two days ago, and I've managed to hang some stuff on the walls prior to today, my real breakthrough came this morning. I do some of my best thinking in the shower, mainly because it's three feet of space that is only inhabited by myself for 10 minutes or so. I specify shower, too, because if I were to have said the bathroom, this would have meant something entirely different in my husband's world. Focus, Kelli. Back to my pivotal train of thought...I was reflecting on how much a few days can change. Trin is in preschool two days a week for two and a half hours. She loves her teacher, I love the facility, and already her class is working on sight words! She recognizes I, see, me, and too...and that's just from this week. She's also in two different dance classes, not because I'm one of those Nazi Utah moms that insists on her child being the best (duh, she already is!) but because the fees were so cheap. She, of course, loves these as well. P.S. So does Mac. He was literally mimicing EVERYTHING the girls were doing in their ballet warm-up. Don't tell Dad.

Trin, now, has told me several times that this feels like home to her. We had a desert "welcome to the neighborhood" shindig last night, I'm hanging out with friends, and life is starting to return to something resembling normalcy since we left on our three-week vacation at the beginning of August.

Pass the warm fuzzy jar, things are looking up! And yes, that is a picture of my two lovely children mopping the floor. They totally wanted to!

Ugh!

I will preface this entire post by saying that I have unpacked an entire house in five days, my husband is out of town on "business" (if you count dozing in front of football games eating your mother's chocolate chip cookies as such), nothing could keep my 3-year-old happy today, and I am so tired the backs of my knee caps hurt. Promise. So, pardon the lack of witty insight. I am simply writing a few words to say that I am alive and well, I have not died from disorganization, I will be emailing new contact info out soon now that I have a link to the outside world, and to share my "happy thought" in video form. It made me laugh, anyway, while paying bills at 10:45 p.m.