Thursday, July 9, 2009

Memories with Dad

I have a lot of memories with you Dad, but very few are more tangible than these:

My rock collection. I will always treasure it. I am thrilled beyond words that you also made one for Brianna (at my prodding), and that she treasures it as much as I do. I only wish she had those moments..those hours of talking about each rock and where it came from and the scientific nitty gritty... that I did with you.



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rock names
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carrie brown
it says: Carrie Brown

And your AM/FM radio. Did you know I stole it from you? I only kept it to take a picture, so now I can send it back. Those knobs that I would turn over and over until it *clicked*. That duct tape holding it together. Sometimes in my mind, even now, I can hear the static.


dad's old radio

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dad's radio with duct tape

my eyes are just tearing up looking at these. I love you, Dad.

Wednesday, July 8, 2009

I betcha

I honest to goodness have nothing to write about. And so I shall offer a wager to anyone willing to bet me. This is a blog post, about rice.

"Rice?" you say.

Yesiree.

I bet. That I have more rice in my pantry than any of you.

Here's what you have to do:

1)Go take a picture of all the rice in your posession. Whatever kind, brand, you name it. Rice-a-roni, even.
2)Email me your picture with an explanation of said rice to carriestroud@gmail.com. Say something like, "this is my rice."
3)I'll post the pictures with your fabulous explanations and I will pick the winner on Saturday.

The winner (if it's not me, and I highly doubt that it is not) will get a glorious bag of rice in the mail from moi and bragging rights, of course.

So hit your pantry, folks. I'm waiting.....

And to get you in the mood, please go play here to donate rice through the UN food progam.

Thursday, July 2, 2009

Apron love

so i always forget to take a picture of the aprons i make.




this one was a rush today because the previous one i made got lost in the mail somewhere and it was a prize in a competition. so anyways, a few hours later and this one is done.

it's for an ADULT, but someone has to take the picture so little miss is modeling it for me. so just imagine it on a bigger person...

i love the tie because it wraps around the whole apron and ties in the front.

Wednesday, July 1, 2009

Inspiration Board

do you have one? Unfortunately, mine has become covered in hubby's work papers...so for future reference, I want my own. But the idea is to have things on it that inspire you, and so far, they have.



I ordered this print from persimmon and pink thinking I would matte and frame it. But then I thought, "No. I will put it in the hustle and bustle of my life where I will look at it when I am doing the ordinary" (in my case I'm on the computer editing photos). And can I just tell you, it has changed my life. I think about praying all the time now. It's a reminder in the most simple form and I love it.



Hubby and I were in love with the terrarium idea the moment we saw it in my Real Simple magazine. I tore this out of the most recent issue of Anthropology (which is a store I am in love with). Oh, and my friend Melissa just sent me this diy link from design sponge.


I saw this KISS ME post somewhere on flickr..and decided to make my own.



and what? You havn't bought this pecan orchard print from me yet?

don't let this picture of my wall in the office fool you... it's 15 feet high..so all these prints are BIG. It's a work in progress, but I have to say I like it thus far. I was struggling with how to make some of the bigger photos and pieces centerfold until I realized that they all have the same color scheme...so why not put them together.

okay, so what's the point of this post?

1)make yourself an inspiration board
2) send me stuff to put on my wall. :)

Tuesday, June 30, 2009

I run.



I have started to train for a 1/2 marathon in November. So far...I am up to 2 miles.

It is so hard.

It might be a tad easier without this horrendous southern humidity, but overall for me, this is a very big deal.

I used to run a lot, but the most I have ever done is a 5k or 3 miles. I am now attempting 13 miles. Without having lost all my weight. And I am starting at the very beginning. And I am feeling every inch of it my friends.
What makes it even more difficult for me is that I have plantar fasciitis on my right foot, not to mention horrible shin splints. So basically, I have to take tylenol 30 minutes before I go just so I can bare through the pain. And bare I do.

I have gone running twice now and plan to add another 1/2 mile every week, running 3-4 days a week. In between my running days I am doing the 30 day shred video, which is seriously fantastic folks.

Anyone want to join me in this endeavor? I bet there's a half marathon in your neck of the woods too.

We can cry together! And then kick some ______!

Friday, June 26, 2009

what happened to the phone ring?

Oh you know. The anticipation. ring ring. When will they pick up? What exactly will I say when they do pick up? ring. ring. ring.

Now, instead of a normal phone ring enveloping my anticipation.... I get a booty call. A song I don't even like, nor would I ever want to hear. I'm just calling because I have to call you, not because I want to be exposed to the most obnoxious music ever.

Do you even consider the type of people that might be trying to contact you? I might actually be someone other than your sister or your baby's mama. I might, in fact, be someone who is trying to have a professional conversation.

Listening to your choice of song before you answer your phone tells me a lot about you. And frankly, I don't think I will be calling you again.

Strong Woman Spotlight #4



Welcome to spotlight #4! Every Friday I will highlight one woman I know to be a "strong woman". I believe we are here to learn from one another and be strengthened, so what better way to both learn from and celebrate a beautiful friend than a special blog post dedicated to her? I'll ask questions that I personally want to know, as well as questions I think others might be inspired by.

I know I haven't done this in awhile, but I believe the timing on this spotlight could not be more perfect.

Kristen was the first person who said hello to me in our new congregation in Renton, Wa and one of the sweetest girls you'll ever meet. One year ago this week her second son died a short 22 hours after his birth. With a perfect pregnancy(I was always irritated that she never got sick), this tragedy came as even more of a shock.

Shortly after the memorial service, I wrote this blog post of my experience. It was truly an awe-inspiring event to attend and I will forever be grateful for her example. She is such a strong woman and I am so thankful for her willingness to let us into her life.


1. Your son Cooper passed away suddenly after birth 1 year ago. How have you moved forward after losing a child? Ty has really kept us going. We are so grateful for him. I can't imagine what it would be like if we didn't have him to occupy our time. We also received a book called "Angel Children" that really helped answer questions and brought us peace. Having the gospel and the knowledge of eternal families has helped us to cope. We've also tried to do little things to remind us of Cooper--we bought a special ornament for him for the Christmas tree. We hung a picture in our family room of Christ holding an infant. We visited his grave on Mother's Day, for Christmas, for Easter (which seemed to have even more significance for me this year because of our Savior's sacrifice and resurrection). I recently bought a necklace in memory of Cooper that I wear all the time. I had some cousins give us money to buy a little tree that we planted in our front yard in Cooper's memory. And of course, not only our prayers, but the prayers of others help us immensely.

2. What have you taught your oldest son Ty about him and does Cooper remain a part of your daily life? Ty doesn't understand that he has a brother, although we have told him and shown him a picture of Cooper. When we visit the cemetery, we tell Ty we're going to visit his brother Cooper. And when we leave, we tell him to say, "Bye, Cooper. I love you." That's the most he can handle at 2 1/2. We'll look for little teaching moments as time rolls on--FHE, Primary lessons, Christmas, etc. Cooper is constantly in my daily thoughts, although not really a part of our daily routine.

3. What is your outlook on the "eternal family" and has it changed since his death? I know families can be together forever and I feel more vested in that truth than ever before. I feel like I have an even greater obligation to live righteously so that I can return to our Heavenly Father and be with my perfect son who has already achieved the highest degree of glory with our Father.

4. Many people find it difficult to talk about such a loss. What is your advice for those of us who want to be supportive and say the right thing? For me, it seems that other people might be more nervous and uncomfortable talking about the loss than I am. But I love talking about Cooper. I've learned that everyone mourns differently and it's difficult to know how to support someone who has suffered such a loss. You just need to take your cue from them. Some people don't like to talk about it. So if you ask them about their loved one, and they clam up, you might want to wait a while before bringing it up again. My only worry is that I might make other people uncomfortable if I bring him up. My suggestion would be for others to ask questions about the loved one who has passed giving the person an opportunity to talk unabashedly if they want. Just listen. Many of my friends have had second babies recently, and while that has been a little difficult, I'm grateful for their sensitivity and inclusion. They have acknowledged the fact that I have a second child by asking a question about my birthing experience with him or about my pregnancy or some other related topic. It makes Cooper feel more real and since they brought him up, I know they don't mind me talking about him. I'd also suggest that you check in with the person once in a while to see how they're doing. Let them know that you remember. Cooper's birthday is coming up and it's just nice to know that people remember.

5. Your former profession was a teacher. How did that job prepare you for motherhood? Being a teacher, I love to help kids learn. There's nothing as rewarding as seeing a child "get it" for the first time. I look for little ways to help Ty in his learning. I worked with many children who came from unstable homes and did not receive the support they needed to be truly successful in school. I want to make sure Ty succeeds at anything he chooses. I make sure I read to him and take him to the library and expose him to a variety of situations. As a teacher, I learned that kids learn in different ways and what motivates one kids, may not work with another. Trying to find Ty's motivator can sometimes be tricky. Follow-through is really important in managing a classroom. I try to follow-through with Ty at home, but I find that because he's my son, I might let him off the hook a little more easily than others. Kids are so different. I have to remind myself not to compare Ty to others, but to himself. However, I think that motherhood has really prepared me for when I return to teaching. It has helped me realize that every student in the classroom is someones son or daughter and deserves the patience that I would give my own son.

6. What does a normal day look like to you? My day starts around 7am getting Ty out of bed (although he's usually up by 6:30, I try not to get him out of his crib before 7:00). Brian leaves for work and Ty and I eat breakfast. I let him watch a movie or the Disney Channel while I workout and shower. I make lists of things I need to do each day, and house cleaning items that need to be taken care of. I vacuum, mop, clean the bathrooms, do laundry, etc. when I can during the day depending on whether or not Ty is entertaining himself or napping. We try to get out of the house in the morning and/or afternoon--the store, the park, the library, a playdate. Anything to break up the day. Ty naps from about 1-3pm and I use that time to read my scriptures, check my email, and do anything else that I can't do while he's awake. When he gets up he may or may not eat lunch (depending on is mood). We might play for a while and then I start dinner. We eat at 6:00 when Brian gets home. I clean up after dinner. We play with Ty for a little bit. I read to Ty, we have family prayer, and he goes to bed at 8pm. Then Brian and I either play on our separate computers, or watch a movie together before reading scriptures and turning out the lights around 10:30pm. Gee, normal isn't exactly exciting, is it?

7. Sometimes trials create weakness in a marriage. How has your tragedy brought you closer to your husband? One thing I realized shortly after Cooper passed away, was that Brian and I needed to make sure we shared our feelings with each other and didn't keep things cooped up inside. We both want to be strong for the other, but we need to be strong together. We want our family to be together forever, so we are making a greater effort to read the scriptures together and attend the temple more regularly. We used to eat dinner in front of the TV and now we eat at the dinner table which gives us a chance to talk about our days and what's on our minds.

8. What is your advice to other women who have experienced a loss such as yourself? Also, what is your advice to other women who have not? For those who have suffered a loss, I would say be honest about your feelings and talk about your loved one frequently. I get a little thrill every time I can mention Cooper's name in casual conversation. Pray for peace and understanding. Don't be afraid to cry about him or her in front of others even months after the loss. Try to focus on what your loved one would want you to be doing now. And be grateful for the time you had with them, however brief it may have been. Have faith that what happened is part of a greater plan, even though you may not realize what it is yet. Do little things to help you remember your loved one and honor them.

For those who have not experienced a loss like this, express your love often to those closest to you. Prepare yourselves now, so that when trials come, you'll be ready and will know where and to whom you can turn for comfort, support, and direction.

Tuesday, June 23, 2009

Summer Blues

Boy, I had you fooled with that title, didn't I?

Here's what we do in 102 degree weather

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paint ourselves blue with sidewalk chalk and kiddie pool water

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Brianna's masterpiece



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so you can see the dirty juiciness of the situation

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PS. say no to crack

note to self: it does not wash off your body for 2 days.

Friday, June 19, 2009

i believe i can try



you know me. and you also know my cupcake decorating trials.

however,

i do believe i will try again and see how this glorious cupcak-ing story unfolds in my kitchen.

and then, if you are really good, i might invite you over to have some. but you have to be really really good.






her book looks so fab! Here's the recipe


oh.

and while we are on the subject of books to buy for me...here are some that i want really really bad.

a homemade life
downtown chic
weekend sewing
domino

Wednesday, June 17, 2009

is there anything better

in the summertime than fresh basil picked from your garden and then made into pesto? i think not.

btw, I fell in love with this image of martha's garden. incredible. i wanted to steal the old issue right out of the dr's office.

Tuesday, June 16, 2009

Mixed Emotions

Kai just got accepted into the ESE program here which means he goes to preschool for free. It is an inclusive program with some kids who are "normal" and then some kids like Kai who are delayed in speech. I am happy, of course. I have to be honest though... I think I am freaking out more.

My issues are these:
1)It's ALL day. I specifically was not planning on putting him in any preschool for at least another year because I didn't think he was ready due to his speech and behavior. Brianna didn't attend preschool until she was 4, and it was only for 3 hours 3 days a week. He is only 3 1/2 and it's a regular school day from 8:15- 2:50.

2) Kai naps everyday from 1:30 to 4:30. No joke. Then he's in bed by 8:30 and he gets up at 7. He NEEDS his naps. He LOVES his naps. They assure me that he will take naps in school. And he doesn't have to be potty trained (thank goodness). But wow. I'm looking forward to seeing how this goes down...

3) He's "fun" aggressive and doesn't play well with other kids for long periods of time (he'll start growling and chasing them). This has a lot to do with his apraxia and a lot to do with just him. There are so many goals that we have for him, one being his social interactions. I am fearful of him hitting someone, etc. However, I also know he will be in a safe environment with speech pathologists who understand him. That in itself is such a comfort.

3)I will have 2 kids in school. None at home. This wasn't supposed to happen for another 10 years or so. What the CRAP am I going to do without any kids to take care of? Of course, there is tons to do with my business and Aaron's business etc. But it's that empty feeling. I have it already. I'm already crying just thinking about it.

Okay. So help me here. I need some words of comfort because I am scared and confused and excited for him all at the same time. I know it's the right thing. He needs this and it will be so good for him. But I don't want it at the same time. Does that make sense?

what to feel?.............

Monday, June 15, 2009

A little quirk about me

I call phillips-head screwdrivers PLUS and the flat heads MINUS. Always have. Always will.

Friday, June 12, 2009

pink+blue

wacha think?

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today

i am going to get some balloons and cotton candy and bubbles and take pictures of MY kids. i can't wait. they will cooperate. i just know it. i will have sugar, afterall.

then we will be on our way to a family reunion. hubby made barbeque for tomorrow night. he smoked 20 pounds of boston butte all day yesterday. the dishes are still in my sink. i better get to that. my house smells like pecan wood and savory homemade rubbed pork smoked to perfection. moments like these make me proud of him. is that silly? my husband can cook, people! his barbeque is better than any i have ever eaten. and considering the amount i have eaten since marrying him, that's pretty gosh darn good.

and i have some sun on my face. i always look better tan. except i hate swimsuit lines. but i have to wear something when the kids are splashing in our little pool outside. otherwise, i think it might freak out the neighbors.

so that's it. i better get going. this is going to be good.

and this picture just makes me happy. found it on this genius tumblr blog. so pretty. happy weekend!



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Wednesday, June 10, 2009

When I'm awfully low

My son has officially been diagnosed with Apraxia. We've suspected it for awhile now, but the "yes...he definitely has it" was not something I wanted to hear. We have been hopeful that he would just grow into speaking. That one day, it would just click. I have heard the words numerous time, "my friend's son didn't say a word until he was 4 years old, so don't worry." Although others are comforting and hopeful, being told your child is behind is still awfully hard to bare.

Unfortunately, the only way he will truly be able to speak well is through rigorous speech therapy. Thankfully, we had help for him in Seattle and now we have a wonderful program that he goes to here 2x a week. I have seen him grow more these past few months than ever before. And yet, it doesn't feel like enough.

We had friends and their children visit us this past weekend. It was wonderful and hard. Wonderful because we love them. Hard because being with them 24/7 made it so apparent to me how behind my son actually is. With their very talkative daughter, only 6 months older than him, she found herself drawn to my oldest child instead of the one closest to her age. She could be reasoned with. She could be quieted down. She could talk. I do realize that part of this was simply her sweet nature. She is a girl. He is a boy. A rough, strong, energetic, tough little boy. And with that boy-ish nature; discipline, speech, and reasoning is guaranteed to be different.

And yet, it still made me sad. Sad that so many people can't understand him. Sad that he's so far behind (a year). Sad that I always have to explain to others why he is the way he is.

But on those sad days I try to quickly remember the good. How far he has come and how far I know he will go. The good is definitely plentiful because he is an amazing little boy. So sweet, so caring, so full of laughter and life. In fact,

-He sang his bedtime song for the first time last month. Twinkle Twinkle Little Star. It was loud and awkward and completely wonderful to hear. He now sings every song with me!
-He apologized last week. That was HUGE.
-He can say his own name. It was TIE forever because he could never make the K sound.
-He does so well in speech therapy. I watch his session on tv in another room and without fail, every time, I bawl my eyes out. He's a wiggly worm, but he does well and I hear new words and sounds said correctly each day.

Each night I snuggle in bed with him while we do our bedtime routine. We sing, we laugh, we hug. We talk just a little.

And I love who he is. And that's enough.


Some day, when I'm awfully low,
When the world is cold,
I will feel a glow just thinking of you...
And the way you look tonight.

Yes you're lovely,
with your smile so warm
And your cheeks so soft,
There is nothing for me but to love you,
And the way you look tonight.

With each word your tenderness grows,
Tearing my fear apart...
And that laugh that wrinkles your nose,
It touches my foolish heart.

Lovely... Never, ever change.
Keep that breathless charm.
Won't you please arrange it?
'Cause I love you ...
Just the way you look tonight.

Mm, Mm, Mm, Mm,
Just the way you look... tonight.

Monday, June 1, 2009

Cool Kid Chore Chart

Brianna has gone chore-happy with this site. If you do your chores, you recieve points that earn clothes or toys for your virtual pet. You can also earn points for family activities or goals etc. It's a bit like webkins in it's style, but obviously more rewarding for you! We have tried other charts, but because of her age, this has been the most successful thus far.

"Will you please go clean the bathroom?"
"YES MOM!"

Glory be.

Go to Handipoints to get your kiddo started!

Awkward


Please do yourself a favor and check out the site awkward family photos. I think I just burned all my calories for the day laughing. My tummy aches.

Saturday, May 30, 2009

What we've been doing

picking our noses.


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playing in bubbles.

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eating the most amazing oranges ever.

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Wednesday, May 27, 2009

I'm a secret!


Little Birdie Secrets is spotlighting me tomorrow (Thursday). Check out all the other giveaway's from awesome artists and don't forget to enter to win my own sweet deal!

Friday, May 22, 2009

Copper This

Today my hair is orange-copper. Let me tell you why. Uh, wait. No. Let me tell you how.

I haven't had my hair done since I lived in Seattle. I finally decided that I needed some root control and a haircut more than I needed a pedicure. Which just goes to show how bad my hair was. They have an Aveda Academy Salon here. If you go to it instead of the main salon, you pay 50% less and since it's under the instruction of master stylists, I figured it was the best route to go to get a good haircut for the price. The downside to this endeavor is that it isn't an actual master stylist cutting your hair, but rather a student, and it takes a very long time. For a cut and color we're talking 3-4 hours. Plan ahead.

Okay, so I go in to my appointment. Usually how it works (in my infinite hair salon experience) is you sit down, explain what you desire and they magically come up with a plan using their own genius and experience. I can say, "I want a razor cut on the edge and I would like some chunky auburn highlights." And then they do it. Usually.

However, if you know me, you also know my bad hair experiences. I have been known to throw down hundreds of dollars for pink, black, and way too blond hair (unintentionally). I am pretty sure I have looked like every member of the Osborn family at some point. I have cried, and demanded a re-do, and suffered through countless hours of glares from stylists who were shocked I didn't like the masterpiece on my head. But it's my head, right? I have head rights. Which brings this story to an interesting twist.

In this case, my stylist was very young and resembled Ugly Betty. Bless her heart. For a moment I thought she would just do my shampoo...until she led me to sit down in her chair. I mentioned something about my husband and she exclaimed, "You're married? Wow. How old are you? You look 19." My Dear Ugly Betty! I love you and am no longer very afraid.

Describing my hair color wants to her should have given me a clue as to what was about to transpire. She asked me to take a look at her portfolio to see if that gave me any ideas. I gladly accepted as she handed me her...scrapbook? The front was bedazzled. No joke. Inside was magazine cutouts of celebrity hairstyles. An entire 3 pages to be exact. All. Uhm. Not the look I was going for. Still, my heart went out to this little diva. Something about her mild manners should have warned me to run, but instead my heart filled with compassion decided to stay in her chair.

I thought I described in detail what I wanted. "Not like this one. or this one. and definitely not like this one."

As she foiled my hair I found out a bit about her, which unfortunately made my love for My Dear Ugly Betty to grow. She loved going to school here because "they teach you that you can really be all you can be". Let me emphasize direct quote. Her family works in the fields. She did too when she got pregnant, got married, and dropped out of school. Then this opportunity came and she took it! Unfortunately, her father is not supportive. But he's old and old-fashioned. He's 40. And nothing was going to stop her hair-cutting triumph.


My Dear Ugly Betty's story was so tragic that when she unveiled her masterpiece on my head I couldn't say much. It was the same. No change. She was shy and embarrassed for getting the formula wrong. I sat while she and her master stylist teacher worked some new foils through my hair as quickly as they could and watched another hour slide by. No big deal.

As she washed my hair she said, "yes..these are definitely showing now. Love the orange."
WHAT??
I said, "My Dear Ugly Betty, note to self: do not tell clients their hair is orange. Orange is never a good word to use."

"oh..uhmm..sorry..copper. I love the copper," she said.

She finished the blow-dry quickly and turned me around to see. What did I think?

"Well, uhm... I'll have to get use to it, but it's nice. Thank you." And I happily said farewell and good luck to My Dear Ugly Betty.


I figured I could pull my orange hair off. I am 19 after all.


This picture does not really do it justice because it did fade a bunch and it's much brighter looking outside. In fact, this picture doesn't make my hair look orange at all. oh well. it is 2am and it will have to do.

Wednesday, May 20, 2009

Ultra Cool

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I wanted to say how much I love my girl. She's not so little anymore, and will turn "8" this year (which I can hardly believe)! But she is oh-so-sweet, and thoughtful, and a great big sister. Her little brother just cried this morning when she got on the bus "YANNA! No go!" I'm also proud as punch when I hear from other mom's how polite she is and kind to everyone. She also has great style, which I dare say, can't be beat!

Isn't she lovely?

Tuesday, May 19, 2009

When I am old

Crazy Lady Outfit
I hope to be able to pull this outfit off!

Dang it

Okay-- I can give people a right click warning..but HOW do I make them completely UNCLICKABLE?

Holy Popcorn Batman

I went private obviously, but now I don't have to, so I'm switching back. Do you want to know WHY? Right click to copy one of my photos. Now right click on my content. HAHA! YOU CAN'T!!!!

Go here to hook yourself up! Halleluja!

I am going to be more careful about describing who and where, but now I feel so much safer!

the love of a delicious clock is timeless

It's a contest. Whoever loves me the most gets to buy me this clock. Hello? Honey? Are you there? Sweetie pie? Husband of mine? Can you hear me??

(silence is a piercing sound in itself)

okay.....anyone else love me the most?? haha.