Ch-Ch-Ch-Changes

Recently, a fellow Georgia Social Media Mom (Stacie, at The Divine Miss Mommy) posted a photo and caption on Facebook:

Cracked me up! It is astounding how many things we grew up with that just do not exist anymore.

At Christmas, my parents pulled out my 1980s Fisher Price record player:

Amelia had no clue what it was, but once we showed her how to play music, she enjoyed it. "It's like a CD, Mommy." Well... of course it is.  

My first video game system? It did not have wireless controllers. It did not send light lasers to detect my body movements. It didn't even have a joystick. We had an Intellivision, with games like Snafu and Burgertime:

And remember car phones? The kind that actually had a cord connected to the car? A college friend had one of these and I remember thinking it was pretty cool.

Today, I carry an iPhone that can do just about anything. Some of you may even be reading this post from a phone. Pretty amazing, huh?

What old-school technologies would your kids not recognize today?

WW: A trip through my wedding album

On January 25th nine years ago, I married someone who was (and will always be) my best friend. Happy 9th anniversary to my partner in life, travels, and parenting.

I love that last one. It was taken just as things were about to wind down. I was exhausted and my face hurt from smiling all day. It truly warms my heart to see how many people shared our special day and stayed until the very end of the celebration.

I think Mom got buried in the crowd somewhere back there.... :)


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These are photos-of-photos from my wedding album. Original photo credit: Eddie Lambert of Lambert's Photography. Anyone in East Tennessee? Look him up! He's a great guy and a talented photographer. 

Together travels

Sometimes my job is a glamorous one. You take me to places far and wide, where the sun gleams bright or the snow reflects, brisk and white. I am fond of the islands, where your heart releases its grasp on any heaviness. There, you seem freer, lighter, with an extra spoonful of joy. You savor those extra magical moments to breathe, to look, sometimes simply to sit in silence. Salty sea breezes brush across our surfaces, mist gently clings to everything around, outdoor sounds soothe the soul. I shield your eyes from harshness so you may enjoy your time to bask in the glorious moments of worry-free vacation.

Today, I wait in darkness. Rain soaks the world around us, the ho-hum of a regular day. You do not need me today, but I will linger. I remain poised, at the ready for the next grand adventure.

Where shall we go together next?

This week, tell a piece of your story from the point of view of an object who bore witness.

She drew a rainbow

I came across this poem the other day, and my face broke out in a smile. No one was around, no one could see my happy face, but I couldn't help but grin.

This reminds me so much of my own little artist. One day, she will be too big to draw rainbows.

A Little Daughter

She drew

Mother and father

Brother and sister

And a rainbow

She drew

A tree and a root

A stone and a brook

And a rainbow

She drew

A house and a roof

A chimney and a sweeper

And a rainbow

She drew

A path and a step

A sound of a key

And a rainbow

She drew

A table and chairs

A meal and desert

And a rainbow

She drew

A bed and a lullaby

A good night kiss

And a rainbow

She drew

The night and a star

A Moon upon a star

And a rainbow

She drew

Mother and father

Sister and brother

And a rainbow

--Miroslava Odalovic

from http://www.poemhunter.com

I want to see you...

When you are 4, I want to see you dance.

When you are 5, I want to watch you paint.

When you are 6, I want to hear you spell.

When you are 7, I want to watch you run.

When you are 8, I want to hear you read.

When you are 9, I want you to tell me about the states.

When you are 10, I want to meet your best friend.

Years and years after that, I want to see you happy. I want to watch you grow. I want to see you value yourself, love who you are, and surround yourself with people who treat you with respect.

Many women lack confidence. They allow others to hurt them, because they don't believe in their own worth. They put on a false face to hide the insecurities inside. They choose men who aren't worthy of being their Prince Charming.

I love that Daddy is your Prince Charming today. I love that you dance and sing. I love that you find pride in your accomplishments, and that you always strive to do new things.

You are smart enough, good enough, and pretty enough. You are special.

For all your life, I want to see you smile.


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This post was inspired by the idea behind All Thing's Fadra's Stream of Consciousness Sunday. Write for 5 minutes. No editing, just write. Captured some random thoughts from late Saturday night. Maybe one day, if I do something right, she will grow up and listen to me.