Where I am a momma’s girl.

Since I was a little girl with legs swinging milkshake 300x300 Where I am a mommas girl.under the table with a Happy Meal & wondering if all spinning wheels would make you sleep forever & ever, The Momma has been my most favorite person.

There was the year she was sick with cancer & I didn’t know how close I was to losing her, but I remember showing her my new plastic pony as she laid in a hospital bed & her telling me it was wonderful through the radiation burns.

There was the year I stubbornly refused to wear hair bows or open the car door to step into the ballet studio, & I know she felt like I was slipping away for the first time.  I remember that all I ever wanted in those days was her to simply love me.  & she did.

There were growing pains in college when I learned to stand independent from her, where I decided to drink beer too early & overdraft my account too often & be firm in my right to say “shit.”  Those years were charged with emotion & forgiveness on both ends, but we shifted from mother & daughter to the best of friends.

 She reminds me to wear lipstick & I’ve taught her that even the smallest babies matter forever, & she has remained the first person I call, only second to my husband.

Yesterday, we took vacation & drove to the outlet malls where we tried on blouses & fussed over jewelry & shared a cotton candy milkshake.  At the end of the day, I kissed her cheek & silently thanked God for making her my momma.

& when my heart yearns for another boy & the rough & tumble of being the queen of a pack, a little piece of me flips inside at the thought that if I don’t have a little girl, I won’t share the magic of a momma & daughter when my own momma is gone.

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That’s 112 in people years, so check it & respect it.

If I should smile with sweet surprise
It’s just that you’ve grown up before my very eyes
You’ve turned into the prettiest girl I’ve ever seen
Happy Birthday, Sweet Sixteen.
~Neil Diamond

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The Momma’s pup is sixteen years old.  SIXTEEN.  We love that ol’ girl.

Also, the best way to feel like the poser douche of the century is to roll into Whole Foods in your Subaru with your Kate Spade & iPhone, then clack into the store where you order a $20 organic cake FOR YOUR DOG.

Then realize that the only cake available is already decorated with skulls, which is so inappropriately ironic that you point it out to the cashier & remind her that it’s for your geriatric dog & she starts telling you how she has birthday parties for her four cats every year.  & then you wonder if you’ll ever get to be a crazy cat lady in your old age after you just don’t give a shit anymore & weight 500 lbs at the age of 80.

Really, I don’t know why I don’t have my own reality show.

When you’re curious like Curious George… (Harrison’s 2nd birthday party!)

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Back when I first started planning Harrison’s second birthday party (you know, the day after his first birthday party), there was nothing greater in his heart than Curious George.  Of course, Lightning McQueen & Simba came later, but the little curious monkey was our go-to for entertainment in both books & film for many months.  So it only made sense for Curious George to be the inspiration for his birthday party.  Red & yellow with splashes of aqua, mostly digging on monkeys & bananas rather than actually splashing George’s face everywhere.

Last year, I spent hours in the kitchen hand-making dips & pies when the Pillsbury sugar cookies were the first to disappear off the table.  This year, I decided to cater to the toddlers by ordering $5.00 pizzas from Little Caesar’s & filling a bowl with goldfish.  Harrison’s smallest guests sipped on watered-down apple juice while the parents enjoyed water.  & of course, I did the ever-popular pigs n’ blankets – best part of the story was when I asked a grocery store worker where he kept his “little weiners.”  That was awkward.

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Cupcake toppers from the Etsy seller, ClassyAndSimple.  As Harrison’s best gal has a serious peanut allergy, the cupcakes needed to be made from home.  I mixed up a box yellow cake, then The Momma helped decorate them with cream cheese icing & sugar sprinkles.  There is something wonderfully old school about homemade baked goods at a party, you know?

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I’ve got a thing for paper lanterns.  They just give a little “pop” to the decor, so we hung them from tree branches.

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A lot of the details were handmade, either by me or people with far more talent.  Like Erika from Bird E. Studios, who made the gorgeous pennant that will now go in Harry’s room.  I made the rag wreath at night while we watched Mad Men & Vampire Diaries (I have a rather eclectic taste in entertainment), & sewed the poms to a red tablecloth on Thursday evening, along with whipping up the red checked backdrop for our “photo booth.”

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This is a typical family photo with a two-year-old.

I purchased six yards of cotton gingham cloth, on sale for $1.97 per yard, then cut it in half & stitched the two halves together.  I didn’t worry about hemming on the edges, but did fold over the top with a quick stitch to fit a rod or ribbon through that would hold it to the fence.

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Harrison had a WONDERFUL time & was a fantastic host.   Did I mention that he did not want to wear a shirt?  Within thirty minutes of the party starting, Harry was shirtless & his friend Holden was dancing on the table.  So basically, the party was amazing.

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p.s. be sure to take a favor before you leave!

The Momma as Ben Stiller, aka one of those moments where I realize that I am the mom now.

When I was a little girl, The Momma used to sit outside my room when I couldn’t sleep.  (or wouldn’t sleep.)  It was basically her equivalent of telling me to have a warm glass of “SHUT THE HELL UP” but done with love.

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What started out as an, “aww, darn! momma’s outside my room again” turned into her being a security blanket.  Momma’s outside my door, everything’s okay.   If I was sick or hurting, she sat quietly with her shadow thrown onto the carpet of my bedroom, telling me to close my eyes.

photo 300x300 The Momma as Ben Stiller, aka one of those moments where I realize that I am the mom now.I guess it’s why last night, with my little guy coughing & running a low fever, I sat down quietly on the floor outside his room.  I heard him whimper as he tried to suck his thumb despite a stuffy nose & my heart twisted.  Doug looked at me with raised eyebrow & I said, “I just want to sit until he falls asleep.  It’s the only thing I can really do, you know?”

So I sat until the hum of the humidifier was the only sound I heard.  & I wondered if The Momma felt the same way on the nights she sat for me.

p.s. childhood friends, please raise your hand if you attended a sleepover where the momma sat outside the playroom & told us to settle down.  & then we giggled.

Sweetness of life.

tea 150x150 Sweetness of life. Things move slower in the South & it’s not just a rumor, it’s a way of life that drags out vowels & traditions.   The hot days & lazy rivers seem to carry on forever, like the hospitable urge to sit on the front porch with a glass of tea that sweats in the sun.  The tea that makes both the South & The Momma famous while she melts sugar while dinner bakes in the oven.

Talking sweet tea & my recipe over at Pickles & Paisleys today…join me & share your own recipe that speaks tradition?

Stealing is for losers. Copyright 2011 Beth Anne Ballance