A Ballerina Party: Phoebe's 6th Birthday

It's still a little surreal to think that Phoebe is six already! And has been for a little over two months!

Seriously. Just where does the time go?

We celebrated with a ballerina party this year. That girl is all about the dancing. She has music in her soul, I think. Lots of little girls do, I imagine, but of course I think my baby girl is more whimsical and sparkly than any of the others. The rose-colored glasses of motherhood, I guess. A ballerina party seemed practically perfect in every way!

Other than making these bad boys as party favors, it was a fairly simple birthday party to put together. I mostly had decorations, food, and party favors to assemble and the party was then handed over to our very own ballerina super-star to teach a little ballet dance that the girls performed. It was awesome! Everything at this party was pale (ballerina) pink. So soft and floaty and pretty. 

I was a little proud of the cake I made, I have to admit. I ordered the cake topper and ballerinas from ETSY, but the cake I made myself. 

Bailee, our super-star ballerina. Like for reals. She's had some major roles in several Lone Star Ballet productions...and she's awesome! She came to teach the little girls a special ballet in full ballerina costume while running fever from a severe kidney infection we didn't know she had! We are beyond blessed to know this gal.

I printed some coloring pages for the girls to color while we were waiting for everyone to get there. Here's the lesson I learned: each little girl needs at least three coloring pages each! I did not print enough. Sigh.

Sweet girls.

After a bit, Bailee took the "ballerinas" upstairs to teach them a dance. This was the big activity of the party. The photos are so-so since my lighting up there is mediocre.

The birthday girl and her cake...which she L-O-V-E-D! All the photos of blowing out candles were way to dark and fuzzy (grrrr) so this is the only good one I got.

Phoebe and Ellie in their "glasses". You know, because sometimes you just need some glasses.  And a tiara.

Bryan, D'Lynn, Bailee, and Phoebe. Blessed by everyone in the photo!

A family photo. Thank you, Eli.

Phoebe's Ballerina Party was really fun. 

Pink and soft and precious and fun...just like my baby girl!

Ten on Ten: April 2013

Wednesday was April 10th...and I'm just now getting around to posting my TEN ON TEN photos! Actually there's nine because I forgot to do the last one. Oops.

Here's my attempt at finding the beauty in everyday by taking a photo at ten after the hour for ten hours. I usually feel so uninspired since the other participants (you can find them HERE) are so much better. Having an "eye" for beautiful photography is one of those gifts I really wish I had. I usually don't spend much time bemoaning the things I'm not necessarily good at (like singing or public speaking), but having an "eye" for photography is one I do sometimes find myself wishing I had. Sigh.

Enough with the pity party. Thanks for viewing my photos! :)

Time To Open The Door

So it's been almost six weeks since I posted here in this little space. Partly because I wasn't feeling it. Partly because I felt I needed the space. Partly because my words wouldn't come. And then partly because I just plain didn't know how to start again.

I kept thinking I would come back with an insightful, inspiring post about where I was and what I was feeling, but it would just never materialize. Then it became this big, giant thing hanging over my head. Then I just needed to get some words out there. Any words. The good ones will come later (I hope), but right now I'm just opening the door on this shut-up space. Letting the light in. Can't you just see the dust floating in the recently stirred air?

'Cause I can. And it's showing me the photos of these two Valentine cuties. :)

I had seen some t-shirts like these on Pinterest and asked Eli if he'd wear something like that. He said he would so I whipped those tees up lickety-split...you know, before he could change his mind. 

I'm pretty sure he was wearing the shirt  as a joke, but I'll take what I can get.