Blowing stuff up at age 27

Last night my parents made me dinner since it's my 27th birthday this week. My Mom fed me and made yummy dessert. I am a pretty lucky girl and my parents are so awesome. After dinner my Dad let me light off some of his prized fireworks from his gun safe stash. Greatest birthday present ever. I am sure they don't make "Cowboy Crackers" anymore because of how epic they are. I am including pictures of the mangled up cans I exploded into the air. One of the cutest things ever is John, Kelton and Penenlope watching; talk about family togetherness.







And here are some cute pictures of the Kids:

Our tree this year

Our tree this year :)

Good of man, or whatever you wanna call it.

It is my understanding that Christmas can be commercial, religious, ridiculous, joyful or whatever we want it to be. I also think that the rest of the year is identical to Christmas just usually warmer, less decorated, harder to find an excuse to give a present, and I gain less weight.
I was surprised this morning while driving to work. Instead of getting irritated at the two older ladies, in their Cadillac, that cut me off getting onto the freeway, I was grateful for them. Is it a collective manifestation of peace that is brought on in the holidays by the direction of marketing or church sermons? I doubt it, none the less I was happy these ladies existed.
They made me think, "That is probably someones grandma or mother." That thought sparked a sequence of thoughts:
• I am grateful for my grandparents who in there 90's still remember to send my kids Birthday cards.
• I am grateful for friends who will pick me up if I was ever stranded. Even if it was 5 am.
• I am glad I have a house, car, and food that I can pay for.
• I have a job, I enjoy and it pays my bills. <--I am thankful for that.
• I am SUPER appreciative for my Husband and all of the things he brings to my life. I Love that man and his left brain. Not only that, I think he is really cute, that is just the cherry on top.
• I am grateful for my family. My kids are awesome and I am so proud of them. My parents and in-laws who are involved my life, supportive and loving. My siblings and their spouses that make me smile regardless of global location, cousins who I have good times with and aunts and uncles who treat me like their own kid.
• I'm thankful for Friends who loan and borrow books, buy me coffee, listen, share a drinks and laughs, volunteer to watch my children and will let me make them dinner.

This leads me to my expansive thoughts. EVERYONE is someone's: loved one, brother, birth parent, delinquent, sister, child, mother, beloved, son, nerd, father, daughter, cherished, step parent/child or grandparent; even if they cut you off in traffic.
I know there is probably a lot of other titles I can add in my list and every person one is probably more then one of those things.
Here is my ranting point; people are complicated. I hope I never get into the habit of discrediting people. Where Is the Love? If you need a reminder, just holler, I've got one for you right here.

Here are some Ideas you can use to spread the love simply: open someones door for them. Look a stranger in the eyes and smile. Snag the change in your car or the 5$ in your pocket and donate it to one of the people with the bells who are CONVENIENTLY everywhere right now. Donate to a food bank. Heck, even donate blood.
CHARITY, I figure even if it has to do with a holiday, I am glad there is annual time people are urged to help others. A person in need that is aided or a mouth that is fed, IS AWESOME. Regardless the time of year. Right now it is convenient... so why not, right?

Love, Mimi

Post Script: Today is Penelope Francis's 1st Birthday and Wendy and Olivia gave her her own purple awesome hoodie.

Now we are matchers.

Penelope 11 Months

Penelope is getting so big. She just turned 11 months. Crazy how time flies. Yesterday she wanted me to see how good she is at climbing, So here are some pictures:

Things I love

monkeys
coffee
John
Penelope standing in her crib
soap
spoons
iPhone
the color green
kickball
vacations
butterflies
running
healthy food
Glee (I know I am a nerd face)
my computer
sunglasses
pickles
jalapenos
mispronounced words
cookies
Kelton hugs
toothpaste
Kristin
ivy
cartoons
my personal accountant
yawning
my family
fabric
the ocean
mint
water!!
sharks
apple trees
grapevines
grass
new tires
cars that work
ice cubes
dates
music
sandwiches
mermaids
painting
fuzzy blankies
U of U football games
soup
my job
tacos
carpet
our washing machine
cookies
a clean bathroom
new earrings
my husband
playing cards with Kelton
Penelope's giggle
red lipstick
haircuts
the Pixies
my brother Jake
packages from Sarah :)
halloween
reading
BOOKS!
my pillow
skirts

Life as I know it is changing, always.

I find myself stuck sometimes, being upset with the way things pan out in my life. I am a creator. I am the one who sets things in motion and attracts things to me. Sometimes I am just super frustrated with how it all goes! I have a tendency to want to plan everything. I want to know what is going to happen or be prepared if things do happen. I can't even watch horror or suspense movies anymore because it hurts all fibers of my being to not know!

I have been practicing accepting what is the last couple weeks. It is against the grain in my brain to let stuff just float past me. Though I have been doing it! I am just trying to keep my eye on the prize and keep going. Being a chick I naturally have my brain connecting a lot of different thoughts at once. This "practicing" is like I am cutting my thought pattern "tentacles". Is this for the better? We will see. I am a lot happier lately and I am getting a lot done on my list of "what I want in my life". So this is a good thing.
I find one huge catch to "accepting what is", I don't know where to put my anxiety/anger/insecurity/irritability energy. I know it doesn't work when I stuff it down because that is just like setting a timer for melt down.

Things I have been doing to release my crazy energy:
• Yelling in the car (without children and the car is stopped)
Sounds kind of crazy? Well it is. This usually happens when I am feeling my throat chakra getting all swollen/closed up. It is a similar felling to wanting to cry. Very effective carnal screaming is therapeutic for me and as long as I roll down the windows to let out the thick cloud of "crazy" after, it serves me.

• Running/walking
I find this is a slow yet efficient way to ooze my crazy out and breath some clarity back in.

• Listening to Punk Rock (especially efficient if windows are down while driving)
I think this is my favorite because I can be super angry or super happy listening to the same music. I have actually found more delight in this then I thought. Before I know it, I forget why I was so tight and crazy. Everything is going to be fine.

• Cooking/baking
There is nothing better to shove in the "unexpected's" face then some awesome aesthetic tasty creation that everyone wants a part of.

On a good note I feel like I am more open to off the cuff decisions; like going to go see my grandparents with the kids or taking a drive through the canyon at dusk.

At Great Grandma and Grandpa Breinholt's swing set:


Clover snoozing


Grandpa Wally showed us up


Penelope a natural


Keltons First knee hang!


Me being "One with what is"


Love,
Mimi

Music and Hope for Humanity.

Kelton with is Rootbeer


Kelton and I enjoying the band


Penelope and piglet playing with someones crazy neon orange glitter nails


Last night I had a ball with my kids.
Salt Lake City does a thing called the Twilight Concert Series. Pretty much it is a free concert/show in the park every Thursday for a couple of months in the summer. It is great because it is ALL ages and usually very relaxed. Last night they had the first concert of the season in Pioneer Park downtown. It happened to be one of my favorite bands, Modest Mouse, so I was excited to go. John and decided to bring the kids because we have had such success bringing them in the past. Our game plan was to have John save us a spot in the park right after work and I was going to meet up with him after grabbing the children. Due to previous experiences, we both parked at Trax stations and took the train down.
Kelton has never been on a train and he LOVED it. It was like his "awesome meter" went up after feeling secure in the train and letting go of gripping the side bar. I wonder why I haven't taken him on it before! Penelope hung in the baby sling the whole travels and I got to try all the cool sitting/laying positions with her.

On a side note, I would recommend the Balboa baby sling to everyone with a baby or small toddler! (I have breast feed and made lasagna at the same time before with this thing. Is that possible to do and sanitary? I say yes!... If you have mad skills. Ask Kristin, she is my witness)

ANYWAY... After the VERY full train, our little troop walked a couple of blocks to the park and saw the 6 block long line. IT WAS PACKED!! They say 40,000 people showed up. I tried not to get discouraged because I had a call from John confirming an awesome spot with blanket and water bottles waiting for us on the inside. After that some nice high school kids adopted me in line and from that point on it was like the Utah public welcomed me with open arms. John's cousin Randy showed up and carried my bag in for me and looked for john while I chilled with the kids (he is SUPER tall). To no avail, John was MIA and not answering his phone. I am pretty sure there was not enough cell towers around to handle all the phone traffic. Since I couldn't get a hold of John to FIND him, Kelton, Penelope and I just did our own thing.

List of nice stuff I noticed people do:
1. If people were smoking, they would back up like 25 feet from me when they saw I had kids.
2. Getting through a concert crowd can be rough and rude, it is like roller derby minus the skates. When people saw I had a baby, it was like parting the Red Sea. I would have semi-intoxicated people yelling at their friends to, "Freakin' move Bro, we have a baby coming through!"
3. When all was lost in finding John and our blanket, I asked to sit with a family who was set up right next to us. Then I realized it was a whole group of parents and kids and we were welcomed with open arms.
4. I remembered snacks for the kids but John had the water bottles. Before I knew it, Kelton was set up with a Rootbeer and I didn't even have to leave the blanket! (the guy wouldn't even let me pay for it)
5. People were so nice to my kids. I think Penelope is super cute and Kelton is cool and has good manors, I am also a bias mother. Apparently the general public are crazy about my children too. There were an abundance of people/children who talked or played with my little ones.
6. On the Train we always had a seat no matter how packed. Though there were 100's of people piling on, fellow concert goers were courteous and sweet in letting us get passed them and getting on the train.
7. Before she got off of the train, a really nice stranger made a note to tell me "You have beautiful wonderful children and you're a beautiful mother." After a long night of kid carting, husband looking, people dodging, it made my insides feel squishy sweet.

Another side note: My iPhone is an awesome tool. I use it all day for business, art communication, etc. One thing I didn't realize that was so useful for is, entertaining children. Penelope's favorite App is "Toddler Colors". The rules are, if you try and put it in your mouth, the phone gets taken away. Kelton's favorite is "Fruit Ninja". The rules are, if you drop it, the phone gets taken away. I know it is a risk letting my kids play with MY toys but it pays off when I am waiting in line to pay a fine or we're on the train at 10pm on a Thursday night.

All in all it was an excellent night. Kelton got his own pizza for dinner, because that is what ninja turtles eat. And I got to dance and see one of my favorite bands play. Modest Mouse was a great first concert for Penelope, she even danced herself. (back wiggling on a blanket is baby dancing, right?) I am not sure if it tops Kelton's first concert (Violent Fems at the U of U) but it is a great place to start.
It has been yet another result showing me I don't have to give up things I love and who I am to be the Mom I want to be.
Thanks for showing up for me last night Humanity, you give me hope.

Love, Mimi