Silver Lining

March 29, 2015

awkward awkward awkward

So there I was, ready to go tutoring. It was a regular Wednesday afternoon, and I was wearing a fairly standard tutoring outfit: capri dress pants, a pink chiffon blouse, and a blazer over the top. I had my big tutoring crate in one hand, and I was walking up the driveway to my client's house.

Then I heard a car driving past. It slowed way down when it saw me, which, as every overly paranoid woman knows, is the universal signal for, "Someone is coming to kill you. There is no other explanation."

I could hear the window roll down, and then a man said, "Hey!"

I stopped and turned. Goodbye, my beautiful life. We had a good run.

It was an older man. He leaned out the window. "Whatever you're selling, we don't want any, so don't even bother! We're the corner house."

I blinked.

Wait. So he's not coming to kill me.

Wait. He think I'm a door-to-door salesperson?

Do I look like a door-to-door salesperson?? Do I dress like one?!? Was it the tutoring crate?

He was waiting for an answer.

"Uh. Okay?" I said. "I won't?" Then he drove off, I went tutoring, and that was that. I spent the rest of the day laughing about this. Apparently I have the appearance and mannerisms of a door-to-door salesperson. It's fine.

Does this look like the face of a door-do-door salesman? Don't answer that unless your answer is no.

And then, just last weekend, I was at a family reunion. Someone I didn't know at all was introducing herself to me.

"So who do you belong to?" she asked. (What a weird question, now that I think about it. What do you mean, who do I belong to? This is the twenty-first century! People don't belong to people! But it's also the eaisest way to ask who you're related to at a big gathering, so....)

"Vickie is my grandma. I'm Lynnanne's daughter," I said.

"Oh, how fun! I married into the family, so I don't know your mom very well, but I have some great memories of the few times we did meet! How is she doing?"

"How is my mom doing?" At this point, there's no way the conversation can end smoothly.

"Yeah - I haven't seen her in forever! How's she doing?"

"Uh," I said. "Dead?"

Of course I should have said something more mature, like "Oh, that's very sweet of you to ask. She actually passed away five years ago." Or maybe I should have just said "she's doing great!" and walked away before it got more awkward. But nope. I had to call it like it is and say dead. Then followed the steps I have memorized by now: the shocked look, the look of horrified embarrassment, followed by the I'msosorrys and the Ihadnoideas and the sharing of an anecdote about my mom. All in all, it was pretty funny. And awkward.

And that's that. The end. I don't like to take myself too seriously around here, and it's a good thing, because my life is pretty awkward sometimes. Try to contain your jealousy. :)

March 25, 2015

39 weeks in, 39 weeks out

In a few days, baby girl will have been outside of me for as long as she was inside me. 39 weeks and 1 day, to be exact. Isn't that crazy? It brings back a deluge of memories of the day I had Claire. It was such a long day. I was so exhausted. I was so happy. (Read Claire's abbreviated birth story here).

Sometimes my mind still can't wrap around the fact that I'm a mom. I'll hear myself casually saying the phrase "my daughter," and then I think "I have a daughter! I'm a mom! Ha!" Aren't moms the ones who are all old and mature and stuff? I think about the moms I knew putting around the periphery of my childhood. Aren't I supposed to be driving a minivan and cutting up orange slices for an after-school snack? Moms don't stay up late laughing with friends or binge watch Netflix or leave dirty dishes in the sink. (Apparently I'm still stuck in the limited view I had of motherhood growing up in the early 1990s. Although the moms I knew as a child were all undoubtedly more responsible than me.)

But then I think about being Claire's mom, and it all makes sense. Of course I'm her mom. I've always been her mom. I knew it the second I saw her, all purple and screaming. "I know you!" I thought. "I'm your mom!" I'm the one who knows the difference between her scared cry and her hungry cry and her tired cry. If someone else is holding her and she starts to fuss, I'm the one they give her to, because I'm the one who knows her needs. I'm the one who did the midnight feedings, followed by the 3am feedings, followed by the 6am feedings. It's me. I'm the one who introduced her to soft blankets, to the sounds the garbage truck makes when it comes, to the taste of real food. I'm the one who gets the snuggles and the smiles and the bathtime splashes and the giggles.

Being a mom is the best full-time job I've ever had. I still love my part-time jobs (and I especially love that my part-time jobs pay me for my work!), but I really really love my full-time job. I wouldn't change it for anything.

I love these little mommy and me pictures. Usually I'm the one behind the camera, but it's so nice to capture these little moments with my Eclaire.

Happy 39 weeks and 1 day to us, baby girl! I'm so glad I get to be your mom!

PS for those of you who asked on Instagram, Claire's dress is a vintage hand-me-down from my little sister, her moccasins are from Freshly Picked, and her clip is from Bijou market (can't remember which vendor!).

March 23, 2015

Easter bunny pudding cups!

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How was everyone's weekend? I am feeling great today. After many long nights last week with only 4 or 5 hours of sleep (lots of crazy things happening in the Emery household!), I finally made up for it with 10 hours of sleep last night. Isn't it crazy how much of a difference a few more hours of sleep can make? Today I'm feeling refreshed and ready to go!

I wanted to share with you one of my very favorite Easter crafts that doubles as a delicious snack. As a child, I remember eating pudding cups once or twice a year on special occasions, and it was always a yummy treat for our family. These would be perfect for a class party, play group, preschool rotation, after-school snack, or Easter dinner dessert!


6 Vanilla or Chocolate Super Snack Packs (make sure to get the new super size so the ears fit!)
12 shortbread or milano-style cookies
12 small or 6 large pink taffy candies
googly eyes
brown pipe cleaner
pink mini pom poms
hot glue gun with glue sticks


Glue on the googly eyes with a hot glue gun.

Cut each pipe cleaner in thirds. Line the pieces up and twist the middle a few times to make whiskers. Glue the whiskers onto the pudding cups with hot glue. 

Glue a pink pom pom onto the top of the whiskers.

Open the top of the pudding cup. Lean two cookies against the back side of the cup. 

Flatten out the taffy candies with your fingers and press them to the cookies. My taffy candies were large, so I cut them in half. 

Enjoy your yummy treat!

P.S. I got these new Super Snack pudding cups at Walmart. Click here to get an awesome coupon for $0.50 off a Super Snack six-pack!

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