tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14242440093283852902024-03-05T01:59:10.551-05:00Hoosier MamaSarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04798067446079424564noreply@blogger.comBlogger146125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1424244009328385290.post-66171435346518639922012-08-06T22:49:00.001-04:002012-08-07T09:20:47.247-04:00Never Say Never"I never want to live in an apartment again." Whoops! And here is my ass, sitting in an apartment, again. Really though, it's not so bad. This will be our third night in the apartment. We moved Saturday; it was the loooooooongessssssstttttt day. Ever. And a small scale debacle of sorts. The movers were an hour and a half late. When I asked what kind of lunch break Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04798067446079424564noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1424244009328385290.post-16194430250492561582012-07-26T08:49:00.001-04:002012-07-26T08:49:57.301-04:00Ch ch ch ch changes....So much to catch you up on! And by "you" I mean the one person besides myself who looks at this blog a few times a year (Barb, where are you? I've lost my readership...)
Buttercup did make an offer on our house. We accepted it. Then we had to pay for a new roof and part of the chimney to be rebuilt. Seriously. It was all unavoidable if we wanted to keep him ensnared in the house Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04798067446079424564noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1424244009328385290.post-69021695693026062392012-06-21T20:51:00.000-04:002012-06-21T20:51:22.758-04:00ButtercupAre you familiar with the old song lyrics, "Why do you build me up, buttercup, baby just to let me down?" Well, right now "buttercup" is messing with us. We had a young guy come take a look at our house on Tuesday, then he brought his mom back Wednesday to see it because she's fronting some money for him. Our realtor talked to his realtor who made it sound like we'd be getting an Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04798067446079424564noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1424244009328385290.post-54984410285721801792012-06-17T22:12:00.000-04:002012-06-17T22:45:54.797-04:00Fathers DayI'm just not a fan of Fathers Day. Or Mothers Day, really. My dad had a few redeeming qualities, but on the whole, he's an asshat. I haven't spoken to him in nearly ten years, on purpose. As I was growing up, he pretty much demonstrated that he (and other people) were more important to him than I was. And, just to keep it short and simple, my real mom died when I was threeSarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04798067446079424564noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1424244009328385290.post-67870289071529121082012-06-13T20:02:00.004-04:002012-06-13T20:02:46.257-04:00The drone of limboI have a little hum going on in my skin almost all the time right now. It's anxiety. It snuck in when I let my guard down I guess. Things were on an upswing, or so I thought, until they were on a different swing altogether. I don't want to say a downswing because I don't know if that's true. It might be a swing for the better. A swing toward something better. That's Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04798067446079424564noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1424244009328385290.post-88906481353208574962012-05-15T20:07:00.001-04:002012-05-15T20:08:12.618-04:00Most DaysMost days I feel really blessed to be a mom. The other days I want to own a Jeep Wrangler and live like a bohemian in the southwest. I'd wear faded jeans, tank tops and cowboy boots all the time. I'd have a trusty dog to ride with me as the dust billowed behind us and the wind blew back our hair (and ears).
Where was I? Oh yes, most days. I have two of the sweetest little girls, ever. (Ahem, Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04798067446079424564noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1424244009328385290.post-65267759415554804642012-05-03T21:07:00.000-04:002012-05-03T21:07:26.490-04:00Game of LifeRemember playing the board game, "Life?" I loved the multicolor road that went around the board
and the little plastic hills glued to the road. Then you drive your little plastic convertible car gamepiece around the multicolored road gradually filling it with little pink and blue stick people. Yeah, so fun! Well, I feel like multicolored plastic birds have repeatedly crapped in my hair Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04798067446079424564noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1424244009328385290.post-59962698006829462502012-04-26T09:24:00.000-04:002012-04-26T09:24:25.008-04:00Scary SharksThe other day Wren and her Dada were drawing on the chalkboard in her room. They were drawing the ocean and all the creatures who live there. Wren will be three in July so most of what she knows about the ocean, she learned from Finding Nemo.
They drew, ahem, Nemo. Jellyfish, sea turtles, Dory the angelfish and finally "scary sharks." When she said scary sharks, she also held Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04798067446079424564noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1424244009328385290.post-76591951488567460352012-04-16T20:51:00.000-04:002012-04-16T20:51:59.982-04:00Baby One
Autumn~
You're five months old. My goodness gracious these months have flown by. You are the happiest
baby I've ever seen. You smile and wiggle and giggle and chuckle. Your toothless drooly grin makes me smile every time. You're rolling over from tummy to back and back to tummy. You reach for toys
and study your fingers. It's been chilly, but on the warm days when you Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04798067446079424564noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1424244009328385290.post-37559528597259502012-04-16T20:29:00.001-04:002012-04-16T20:33:57.282-04:00I wuz cankles
Wren~
You're not really a toddler anymore. You're starting to be a kid. The chubby budda belly is
slimming down. You're getting tall and lean. Those cankles are nearly gone too. You were such a cute baby and now you're turning into such a pretty little girl. You're thoughtful and sweet, always saying thank you and your welcome. You're just starting to pay attention to your Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04798067446079424564noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1424244009328385290.post-66465214509662457072012-04-04T22:55:00.000-04:002012-04-16T20:35:29.318-04:00Wyons and TigersTonight in the backyard Wren was yelling at our dog, Mya, to stop eating squirrel poop. It was hilarious! We also went around the yard in a virtual "snowstorm" of dandelion seeds floating in the air picking said "danda wyons." Wren is going through a very counterdependent phase right now. I believe shrinks call it the "separation process" and the rest of us call it the "terribleSarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04798067446079424564noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1424244009328385290.post-16937423575769842862012-02-08T22:26:00.001-05:002012-04-16T20:36:11.646-04:00Pony GirlWren~
Tonight you galloped and neighed all over the house pretending to be a horse.
My heart smiled. The best part is that I didn't teach you to do it.
I used to gallop and neigh pretending to be a horse when I was a kid too.
You are going to be my pony girl :)
Love,
mamaSarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04798067446079424564noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1424244009328385290.post-64047240597691849552012-02-07T22:35:00.001-05:002012-02-07T22:35:43.978-05:00Potty talkTo my girls,
Autumn, you pee more than anybody I know. Today I changed your diaper and before I even picked you up, you peed again. You do this a lot. It makes me laugh, which makes you laugh. I love it.
Wren, today while I was changing Autumn diaper you were supposed to be sitting on the potty. You showed up in the doorway with your pants around your ankles to announce that you peed on the Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04798067446079424564noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1424244009328385290.post-30939816609583988882012-01-23T15:00:00.000-05:002012-01-23T15:00:05.070-05:00Thoughts of a stay at home mom.Little dog sleeping next to me on the couch. Big dog sleeping in the kitchen. Littlest baby asleep in her swing. Toddler sleeping in her bed, with a fever. Mama sitting in the couch contemplating lifes biggest questions. I gotta stop doing that. I get so restless sometimes; wondering if I'm making the right choices. Am I happy enough? Am I screwing my kids up? Should I be working or stayingSarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04798067446079424564noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1424244009328385290.post-35098023101068545772012-01-20T15:16:00.001-05:002012-01-20T15:17:39.351-05:00Snow day SnugglesDear Autumn,
You're asleep on my chest in your fuzzy pink jumper. Warm and snuggly on this cold snowy day. I hope you will always want to snuggle in close for comfort from your mama.
I love you.
- MamaSarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04798067446079424564noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1424244009328385290.post-30759928025511221052012-01-17T23:50:00.001-05:002012-04-16T20:37:06.490-04:00Rainy SnugglesWren,
This morning you woke up around 7am and I took you to the potty. You're doing such a great job with potty training! It was a warm stormy morning which is unusual for January. So instead of going to the living room to watch cartoons, we went back to bed. I brought you into my bed to snuggle and listen to the rain and thunder. For about 30 minutes we snuggled on this dark rainy morning and I Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04798067446079424564noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1424244009328385290.post-88045188277468443342012-01-13T13:44:00.001-05:002012-04-16T20:37:47.515-04:008 weeks old.Autumn,
You're such a sweet pink baby girl.
This morning you were squirmy probably from gas. I held you to my chest and rocked you as the snow fell outside on this frigid January day.
Now you're sleeping peacefully in your swing. The rhythmic sound of it swaying you is about to put me to sleep too.
Sweet dreams,
MamaSarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04798067446079424564noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1424244009328385290.post-81737723209238589602011-03-01T20:28:00.000-05:002011-03-01T20:28:22.301-05:00Pooh!?
This is my daughter, Wren. I snapped these photos in our kitchen. These were supposed to be her 18 month photos, but instead they're her 19 month photos. Mama is a procrastinator, what can I say?
She's the funniest thing. We're on the verge of potty training so she's asking all the right questions about "pee" and "poop." For example, when I change her diaper Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04798067446079424564noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1424244009328385290.post-73064534771004040942011-02-23T07:54:00.001-05:002011-02-23T07:56:51.712-05:00The LatestSo, remember when I said "family portraits are boring." I've been brewing an idea for a few years now. I finally threw caution to the wind and launched an offshoot to my photography gig. Sarah Wiley Photography
specializes in classic boudoir photography for women. I'm keeping "Pink Pigeon Photography" for families, babies, seniors and such. I do enjoy the babies (so Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04798067446079424564noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1424244009328385290.post-6014006665717019802010-12-18T22:49:00.000-05:002010-12-18T22:49:48.823-05:00ExpectationsWhat a sad state of affairs this blog is in. My goodness, could it be true? I've only posted 9-ish times in 2010? Ridiculous. I'm going to blame it on being a mom and starting my photography business. Really, there isn't much time to squeeze in anything else. Now that the snow has set in the photography is slowing way down. That's what happens when you don't have a Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04798067446079424564noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1424244009328385290.post-24757128647984078642010-12-08T20:43:00.001-05:002010-12-08T20:43:38.096-05:00Wiley Christmas GreetingWith Love Blue Christmas CardGet custom photo Christmas cards online at Shutterfly.com.View the entire collection of cards.Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04798067446079424564noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1424244009328385290.post-2198192308332390242010-08-28T10:08:00.001-04:002010-08-28T10:10:30.628-04:00Say Cheese!Here's what I've been up to lately. Last year I started a little photography business called "Pets and the City Photography" which was dedicated to pets and their people. It was fun and I got to flex my creative muscles again (after a long period of muscle atrophy). Here's the thing though...even though people are willing to dress their pooches in expensive gear, pay outlandish Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04798067446079424564noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1424244009328385290.post-36649366330095759272010-08-20T22:39:00.002-04:002010-08-20T22:43:22.392-04:00Bird Flu..not really.This is her first time being sick. Poor girl. Isn't she pitiful?She hadn't been eating well the last few days and got a runny nose.Then she got a yucky cough. Mama called the doctor and the doctor said,"No more monkeysJumping on the bed!" No, that's not what the doctor said at all. She actually said, "Yep she has an earinfection and an upper respiratory infection." Go figure. I Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04798067446079424564noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1424244009328385290.post-58181473353266281052010-08-15T22:07:00.001-04:002010-08-15T22:09:15.008-04:00Summer Spot
This is my Summer spot. After my Bird is in bed and my husband is situated on the couch watching reruns
of Two and a Half Men; this is where I go. I sit. I read. I drink an Izze, or a glass of wine, or a sweet tea.
*breathe in. breathe out.* I stare at the sky and study the clouds or the early moon. I ponder. I try not to ponder. Sometimes I want nothing on my mind.Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04798067446079424564noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1424244009328385290.post-52676845833696622052010-08-11T22:17:00.000-04:002010-08-11T22:17:25.032-04:00Got 'em!I'm totally a Mellenhead. Mellencamp fan.
This morning presale tickets went on sale and I stalked my computer all morning waiting forthe secret password to show up and constantly refreshing my browser.The moment of truth at 10am! "Buy Tickets" showed up on my screenand I furiously typed in all the essential info and dutifully filled in the 'captcha" blank.At first I got Row L. I declined Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04798067446079424564noreply@blogger.com0