Thursday, November 23, 2017

give thanks for everything thy goodness sends

In place of a High Five for Friday post tomorrow, I'm posting my annual November Gratitude Journal today. Happy Thanksgiving, friends.

give thanks
for each new morning with its light
for rest and shelter of the night
for health and food
for love and friends
for everything thy goodness sends

~ Ralph Waldo Emerson

November 1
I'm grateful for this window of time in which children find trick-or-treating on Halloween as exciting and thrilling as opening presents on Christmas morning. And as a lifelong lover of Halloween, I'm grateful my kids are having the same kind of simple fun I had as a child: eating (our traditional) cupcakes for dinner, trick-or-treating with friends, and then staying up too late trading candy on the floor of the living room.

November 2
I'm grateful for a block of time - three full hours and the first I had all week - without anything scheduled so I could finally pack for our weekend away.

November 3
I'm grateful for great conversation between the adults, minimal bickering between the kids, and safe travels for all on our way to the Dance Revolution Convention in Dallas.

November 4
I'm grateful for an incredible Hawkeye victory (even if I couldn't watch it on television because I was instead watching dance class after dance class after dance class) over the ranked Ohio State Buckeyes.

November 5
I'm grateful for my many Pure Haven essential oils - especially the roller ball blends - I brought with me to Dance Rev. I'm not sure we would have made it through day three without "energize"...

November 6
I'm grateful for the end of Daylight Savings Time - what a joy it was to walk Hallie to school in the daylight! Bring on sunshine-y mornings and cooler evenings!

November 7
I'm grateful I was able to spend the day with my gal Hal on a field trip to the Renaissance Festival and the evening with Tom and both kiddos at The Illusionists Present: Adam Trent. And I'm also grateful for the right to vote!

November 8
I'm grateful for today's cooler, rainy weather. Changes in the seasons - especially the shift from swimming pool weather to fireplace weather - make me feel rejuvenated.

November 9
I'm grateful I remembered that today was Picture Day for Will!

November 10
I'm grateful for the great group of "co-workers" - and friends - with whom I have the opportunity to serve on our elementary school PTO board.

November 11
I'm grateful for a weekend evening at home with absolutely nothing to first in four weeks!

November 12
I'm grateful that "last year Erin" thought to put the Christmas CDs away in a place they would be easily found when needed...which was today, a ridiculously warm November day that I made feel more like fall by playing holiday music.

November 13
I'm grateful that when publicly surprised with a joke that hurt her feelings, Hallie somehow managed to put on a brave face. My heart hurt for her in that moment, but as I watched her find and call upon an inner strength I didn't know she had, I also felt tremendous pride in her and peace knowing that she is - at her own pace - learning how to control the many different emotions swirling inside her.

November 14
I'm grateful for the pre-made cookie dough I bought, forgot about, and then found in the spare refrigerator at 9pm this evening.

November 15
I'm grateful for a quiet 15 minutes spent sitting on the couch with a cup of coffee, taken not because I have the time, but because I need the time.

November 16
I'm grateful that after worrying about Will and Hallie all day, both came home from school in much better moods - happier and seemingly less conflicted - than when they left in the morning.

November 17
I'm grateful for the good friends who joined me to see A Bad Moms Christmas in honor of my birthday - it was a perfectly simple way to celebrate.

November 18
I'm grateful for an afternoon spent with Tom, decorating the exterior of the house and front yard with Christmas lights. We had so much fun together, and we ended the day feeling reconnected and ready for the upcoming holiday season.

November 19
I'm grateful for the "cold front" that rolled through late last night/early this morning. The slight chill in the air (emphasis on the word slight) made my morning walk all the more enjoyable. Now if only it would cool off enough that I could justify turning on the fireplace again...

November 20
I'm grateful they - on occasion and when we're not watching - seem to enjoy each other's company.

November 21
I'm grateful for my once weekly Flow class, without which I would be far more stressed and far less flexible.

November 22
I'm grateful for another trip around the sun, and for the opportunity to share my birthday with my little family of four but also with my extended family.

November 23
On this Thanksgiving Day, I'm grateful for my family. I'm grateful for their love, their support, and the purpose they give me. I'm grateful for my health, and for the health of those I love. I'm grateful for the roof over my head and the food on my table. I'm grateful for stability. I'm grateful for the small problems in my life, because they remind me that my problems could be so much more considerable in both size and weight. And I'm grateful for the challenges I face, because they remind me that life doesn't have to be perfect to be beautiful.

Happy Thanksgiving, friends.

Wednesday, November 22, 2017

My Birth Day Buddy

Today is my birthday. On November 22nd I always wake up feeling grateful for my life, my health, my husband and kids, and my extended family and friends. I also wake up feeling a little nervous, probably because I don't really like the attention birthdays bring.

A perfect birthday for me would include sleeping in, leisurely drinking good coffee and indulging in a donut while watching The Today Show, taking a long walk, watching Will play soccer and Hallie dance, putting up our Christmas tree and decorations, once again indulging in take-out for dinner followed by store-bought white cake with white buttercream icing for dessert, and watching a movie with my family while the fireplace roars. Oh, and fall- or winter-like weather.

Also part of a perfect birthday is taking a walk down memory lane, which is how I stumbled upon pictures - posted on our family blog almost nine years ago - of me a couple of days after I was born next to Hallie a couple of days after she was born.

It would come as a surprise to most who know eight-year-old Hallie that she arrived with dark eyes and a full head of dark hair. Will was born with the light blue eyes and transparently blond hair he still has today, so for a moment we wondered if perhaps the doctor had switched Hallie out on the way from the back of the c-section drape to the front of the c-section drape. (I am OF COURSE kidding - I feel like I should add that in case Hallie someday reads this post.)

It wasn't until a couple of days later, when my mom pulled out a picture of me shortly after birth, that we realized Hallie looked just like one of us after all.

We don't look - or act - much alike now, but I still like to think of her as my birth day buddy.

Monday, November 20, 2017

Seven Years of November

In attempt to brighten up your Monday, I present to you the 7th installment of one of my favorite annual posts. Here is "It's November", courtesy of my Hallie Claire.

November 2011

November 2012

November 2013

November 2014

November 2015

November 2016

November 2017

Slow down, Father Time.

I still can't watch the 2011 version of this video without tearing up. I miss that sweet, spicy, pleasantly precocious two-year-old… 

Friday, November 17, 2017

High Five for Friday (11.17.17)

1. On Friday we - the PTO at Hallie's elementary school - hosted our first ever "Night Under the Stars". At this free event for families we served a simple dinner, put out a variety of space-related crafts, set up a space-themed photo booth, invited the TAMU Astronomy Department to set up their telescopes so guests could view the night sky, and brought in a traveling planetarium that offered frequent and regular shows about stars and planets. We had no idea what to expect in terms of attendance; we thought we would likely welcome 250-300, but we hoped for 350 and planned for 400 as our max. (After all, the Facebook page we created for the event showed 19 people were coming and 73 were interested.) In the end, more than 500 kids and family members showed up. We were exhausted by the end of the evening, but being able to offer this kind free community-building, family-focused, educational event to our school family is really special.
Hallie and the planetarium.
3...2...1...blast off!
Hallie wanted to dress like a star so she wore a $1.99
Christmas tree topper from Wal-Mart in her hair along
with a black and gold glittery shirt and tutu.
2. I'm not sure how I went so many years without ever visiting one, but on Sunday I attended my first holiday/Christmas market. I know a lot of friends in my area like to shop at the Nutcracker Market in Houston, but for me, driving 90 minutes, paying to park, paying to browse, and then driving another 90 minutes home takes a lot of the fun out of holiday shopping. This market took place here in town, didn't cost me a penny to park or browse, and offered quite a few cute gift options. I only purchased from one booth but I grabbed business cards from many other vendors so I can peruse their websites from the comfort of my couch. A fun afternoon activity!

Oh, and it may have been 75+ degrees outside, but I still wore a Christmas shirt and listened to a Christmas CD in the car on the way to and from the market. I'm ready for the holidays!

3. I survived Parent Participation Week at Hallie's dance studio! Last year, despite going in at a decent level of physical fitness (I go to the gym almost every weekday and try to fit in long walks on both Saturdays and Sundays), I suffered the worst muscle pull - my hamstring - of my adult life. Turns out I shouldn't leap as a 30-something adult with the same enthusiasm I had as a 3rd-grade dancer... My goal was to make it through Hallie's five classes without an injury from which I would need to recover - mission accomplished!
I even put my hair in a bun for ballet class! I later
realized - after watching myself dance for hours - that
a bun does not complement my face shape. Oops!
4. Tonight I'm heading out to grab drinks and see A Bad Moms Christmas with friends - I can't wait!

5. Happiness Highlights
Will's selling chocolate to raise money for his school orchestra,
which means there is always chocolate (though each bar costs
me $2) available in my house when I need a little pick-me-up.
Hallie learned how to create a Maypole at school! I remember
learning to do the same thing in Girl Scouts 30-some years ago.
They looked so comfy I almost didn't ask to join them...
Saw this at the Jingle Bell Market - I LOVE it!
"God is in My Jewelry Box". It's sure to be a hit.
Thanks for the memories, Facebook.
We have our first lemon!!!

Happy Friday, Chasing Roots!

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Wednesday, November 15, 2017

Adventures in the Air

I don't fly often enough to have earned the title of - or any of the perks associated with - "Frequent Flyer", but I take to the skies a few times each year and as a result have accumulated a beaten up rolling suitcase's worth of stories about lost luggage, odd passengers, and crazy delays. (You can read about a couple of my "favorites" here and here.) On my recent trip, however, I experienced two in-the-air "firsts". I wrote about one of these firsts on Monday, but I thought the other deserved a little screen time as well.

After an uneventful hop from College Station to Dallas, I boarded my second flight and it took off on time. As we reached our cruising altitude I leaned back in my seat, took a deep breath, and said to myself, "Wow! Two on-time flights in a row!"

Just seconds later, the flight attendant's voice rang out over the loudspeaker.

"If we have a doctor on our plane this morning, could they please press their call button?"

Her tone didn't suggest she felt nervous or tense, so while all of the passengers on the plane - myself included - looked around at one another with quizzical looks on their faces, none made a move toward the buttons above their heads.

Not 15 seconds later, the flight attendant spoke into the loudspeaker again, this time with a greater sense of urgency in her voice.

"If we have a doctor aboard, please come to the back of the plane immediately."

With that, a young man in first class - I'll call him Doogie Howser from this point on because he looked somewhere between 16 and 19 years of age - jumped up and ran past me down the aisle.

For the next few minutes the plane buzzed with activity. The flight attendants gathered the first aid kit, the oxygen tank, and the automated external defibrillator. The patient - a 60ish male traveling alone - had passed out for an unknown reason, and given his age, Doogie Howser and the flight staff likely assumed this had occurred because of a heart issue. (I'm not a doctor or a nurse, but I have taken and taught enough American Red Cross First Aid, CPR, and AED classes to know that when an adult loses consciousness, the cause is almost always cardiac-related.) Doogie Howser applied the AED pads to the patient's chest to monitor heart rate and potentially shock the heart if needed, put the patient on oxygen, and started an IV.

After about 15 minutes of in-air treatment, the pilot came over the loudspeaker and said what we as passengers had been expecting to hear: "Ladies and gentlemen, because of a medical situation, we will be making an emergency landing in Tulsa, Oklahoma." We began our descent, and a few minutes later we landed in Tulsa and were immediately met on the tarmac by a team of at least eight paramedics and fire fighters. These first responders cruised quickly and calmly up and down the aisle for about 10 minutes, at which point they rolled an airplane-compatible wheelchair onto the plane.

The medical team loaded the patient into the chair and slowly wheeled him toward the front door. As he rolled past my row, the patient's glasses began to fall out of his right front pocket. I watched as they became wedged between the patient's leg and the armrest of the seat in front of me, and then without thinking, I gently grabbed the paramedic's arm and loudly exclaimed, "WAIT! You're crushing his glasses!" The paramedic backed the chair up, and the glasses fell out of the patient's pocket and onto the floor in front of me. I picked them up, handed them to the paramedic, and then sat back in my chair feeling far more accomplished than made sense given my minuscule role in the response efforts. As Hallie put it when I told her this story at the end of the weekend, "Mama, you really saved the day!"

Career-wise I ended up working for the Red Cross and eventually becoming a writer, but a part of me dreamed of a career in medicine. As I mentioned in Monday's post, I have always been a medical gawker. (I grew up near a hospital, and the arrival of the med flight helicopter triggered in me the same response most children have when they hear the ice cream truck rolling down the street.) I felt awful for the patient on the plane, but that flight was one of the most exciting of my life. And while the flight attendants wouldn't let me watch Doogie Howser up close and didn't need my Red Cross skills, I was thrilled to have joined in the rescue...of the glasses.

Note #1: though I can't be certain, the patient seemed to be stable and out of immediate danger by the time he was removed from the plane. 

Note #2: Doogie Howser turned out to be a fully-trained anesthesiologist who just happened to look young. 

Note #3: If you need a good laugh, watch this clip of comedian Jack Whitehall talking about a recent experience on an airplane - it brought tears to my eyes, in a good way.

Monday, November 13, 2017


As per usual, I experienced a few strange situations and delays on my flights to and from the Midwest last month.

My second flight home was delayed a number of times, so I found myself with more than a little extra time at the Dallas airport. I decided on an Auntie Anne's pretzel for lunch, both because I love these pretzels, but also because the only Auntie Anne's restaurant in the terminal was a 10-minute walk from my gate - a perfect opportunity to knock out a few of my 10,000 steps for the day.

Halfway to Anne's, I came upon a large crowd pressing toward the window and looking out onto the tarmac. I could see flashing lights through the glass, so I assumed criminal behavior had resulted in the culprit's forced removal from a plane. Wanting to know for sure (I'm a bit of a medical and criminal gawker), I gently pushed my way through the hoards of people to the window. When I finally achieved a better vantage point, I saw not just a police car, but a firetruck, an ambulance...and a hearse. I stood quietly with my hand on my heart and watched as a member of the United States Military - one who had sacrificed his life for our country - was loaded into the belly of a plane for his final journey home.

I wasn't thrilled about my delayed flight, but in that moment I was grateful for the change in plans. I could handle another hour away from my husband and kids because at the end of the day, I was going home to my husband and kids. I felt - and still feel - honored for the opportunity to say a silent thank you to this service member and bear witness to his last flight.

Veterans Day fell on Saturday, but as Hallie's elementary school will celebrate and thank our Veterans today, it felt appropriate to put this post up today.

"Their task was great and their sacrifice even greater...their legacy stands firm and their memories burn bright."

~ Former President George H.W. Bush at the Brazos Valley Veterans Memorial dedication in 2002.

Friday, November 10, 2017

High Five for Friday (11.10.17)

1. Hallie and I survived one of our most physically and mentally taxing weekends of the year...the Dance Revolution Convention in Dallas. Beautiful moments come out of this three day dance and worship extravaganza, but for a few weeks post, all I can focus on is the fact that we made it through in one piece.
We have arrived!
A lovely welcome courtesy of the hotel.
Friday night glow party!
I kind of think this should be an Oshkosh B'Gosh ad...
Do you hydrate while in the splits too?
Ready to get to work!
Mamas in matching nutcracker jammies with
daughters in matching "dance all night" jammies.
As I expected, some classes went smoothly and some
didn't. Hallie's ballet and musical theatre classes blew
me away though - fabulous teachers and instruction!
2. While the girls are away, the boys will play! They will also fix my dryer (sort of - turns out the dryer needed an additional repair), fix my coffee pot (sort of - it works about 50% of the time), clean my oven, and change my sheets. And put the sheets back on the bed wrong side out, but beggars can't be choosers.

3. I think I may "fall" in the minority here, but I LOVE turning the clocks back an hour. I like sunlight in the morning and darkness in the evening, and my kids have reached ages at which this time change doesn't affect them - or Tom and me as parents - at all. Glorious!

4. After a four-year hiatus, Hallie and I returned to the Renaissance Festival on a school field trip. This time around we attended during the day on a weekday designated for students, so I didn't have to periodically cover her eyes as I did when the four Ferri visited previously and on the Barbarian Invasion weekend. Hallie has spent the last few weeks learning all about the period and creating Renaissance-themed accessories to wear, and she couldn't have been more excited to see all she had learned come to life!

5. Happiness Highlights
Loving my new Noonday earrings!
Did you vote? I did, and I took Hallie with me. She thought the
entire (3-minute) experience was the best thing since sliced bread. 
Doesn't he look handsome? And somehow 20 years old?!
Ready for The Illusionists Present: Adam Trent.
A great show!
Future Aggie #1
Future Aggie #2

Happy Friday, Chasing Roots!

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Wednesday, November 8, 2017

Every Day I'm Gr-ate-ful

The title of this post should be sung to the tune of "Every Day I'm Shufflin'". 

Did you try it? I know you did...

When I found out I was pregnant with Hallie, I immediately waged a preemptive strike on the postpartum depression that flattened me after Will was born. In an attempt to keep the fear, anxiety, and despair from once again taking over my life and driving a wedge between me and my baby, I started seeing a therapist and writing in a gratitude journal.

I "journaled" periodically throughout my tween, teen, and college years, and while reading through these journals offers up a walk down memory lane, the walk is anything but pleasant – nearly all of my journal entries center around angst and heartbreak.

The goal of a gratitude journal, however, falls at the opposite end of the spectrum. In each entry, you are required to write about something – anything, big or small – for which you are thankful. Instead of dwelling on how many times you put your toddler in timeout, you focus on how thankful you are that your partner came home from work 20 minutes early to relieve you. Instead of dwelling on how you spent an entire morning cleaning someone else's bodily fluids off the bathroom floor, you focus on how thankful you are that your baby’s afternoon nap lasted just long enough for you to take a shower.

A little research led me to discover that the benefits of practicing gratitude span nearly every aspect of life. Study results show that people who take time to notice and reflect on the good in their lives experience more positive emotions like happiness and optimism, fewer negative emotions like loneliness and isolation, and less depression. These people also sleep better, express more compassion and kindness, and have stronger immune systems.

Taking a moment at the end of every day to acknowledge and say thank you for a moment, experience, or person who made the day just a little bit brighter - even when the best you can come up with is "coffee" or "bedtime" - is one of the most positive coping mechanisms around.
Exclamation Marks!
By the grace of God, I never experienced a single symptom of postpartum depression - or even the baby blues, for that matter - after Hallie was born. I'll never know if the steps I took while pregnant or the way Hallie came into the world (Will's birth was pretty traumatic, while Hallie's birth was pretty perfect) made a difference, or if I was just given a pass the second time around. Either way, after writing throughout my pregnancy with Hallie and the first few months of her life, I was hooked on gratitude journals. Nine years later, I do my best to write regularly throughout the month of November and during the Lenten season.

As I mentioned on Monday, one of my November resolutions was to write daily in my Gratitude Journal. And given that we have just entered into the season of Thanksgiving, I thought perhaps you would like to join me. You certainly need not write in your journal every day throughout the month of November; instead, try just writing every Sunday in November, or every day during the week of Thanksgiving. I promise that when Thanksgiving Day rolls around, reading back through your compilation of gratefulness will make the day even more special.

Monday, November 6, 2017

New Year, New Resolutions

This post is an updated version of a post I wrote for the Mama Bear Dares Blog a couple of months ago. Check out the original version here!

In years past I've mentioned that making resolutions on the first day of a new calendar year never felt right to me. Other than how I (fail miserably at trying to correctly) write the date on an occasional check, little changes on January 1st. We return home after celebrating Christmas and New Year's Eve with family and pick up exactly where we left off the previous year: same grades in school for the kids, same work schedules for my husband and me, same evening activities for all four of us.

In September, however, life changes dramatically. The kids begin new grades, work with new teachers, and make new friends. My husband goes back to teaching after spending the summer working outside the classroom. I restructure my days to fit in as much work - of both the paid and volunteer varieties - as possible between the hours of 9:30am and 2:30pm. Our evenings become juggling acts, with my husband and I acting as the circus performers trying desperately not to drop our soccer, dance, swimming, disc golf, music, homework, and dinner “balls”.

To me, it makes more sense to start the New Year in September, when change comes naturally and causes me considerably less stress. It then follows that I should also implement my New Year’s Resolutions in September.

I gave this plan a try two years ago, and while I did better at keeping my resolutions than I did when I kicked them off in January, I still struggled as the months wore on. As many of you have likely experienced, the more time passes since making the resolutions, the harder it becomes to remember what they were and follow through on them.

So this year, I kicked off my resolutions in September but made one significant change that I think will help me stay on track and ultimately be more successful: I replaced the word “year” with the word “month”. That’s right – I didn't set a resolution for the year, I set a resolution for the month.

With only 30 days devoted to each resolution, my goals have been and will continue to be small, measureable, and empowering. Smaller goals are more attainable, which increases the chance of success. Measureable goals are more manageable, which once again increases the chance of success. And empowering goals are more inspirational, which…you guessed it…increases the chance of success.

For the month of September I resolved to turn off the light by 11:30pm on school nights and by 12:00am (midnight) on weekends. My goal was to get at least seven hours of sleep a night, and to settle into a peaceful schedule of falling asleep and waking up that would continue through the school year.

The result? A complete success! Not one cheat day. On October 1st I stayed up a few minutes after 11:30pm just because I could, but after that day I went back to my 11:30pm and 12:00am bedtimes and now most morning I wake feeling well rested and refreshed.

For the month of October I resolved to drink more water. My goal was to down at least two full water bottles every day.

The result? A complete disaster! I probably met my goal only one day a week. I do a great job of drinking water during the summer, but for some reason my school year schedule doesn't have the same triggers as my summer schedule to remind me to drink water. I left water bottles on the counter and somehow walked right by them. I set reminders on my phone but if I wasn't standing right next to the sink when they went off, I would forget all about my water by the time I made it to the kitchen. (Probably because on the way to the kitchen I made the bed, started a load of laundry, and vacuumed the living room. Anyone else get distracted with chores as they move through the house?)

For the month of November I plan to revisit my water consumption, but I've also resolved to write daily in my gratitude journal - more to come on this in Wednesday's post, in case you'd like to join me!

As you may have read/heard/experienced, it takes approximately 21 days to turn a behavior into a habit. By approaching resolutions on a one-a-month basis, the small, measureable, and empowering first resolution becomes a habit – and a confidence-building victory – prior to moving on to the second resolution. Turning the second resolution into a habit leads to feeling even stronger and more determined. One resolution snowballs into the next, building momentum.

If you decide to give monthly resolutions a try, comment and share your resolution - I would love to hear what you would like to accomplish and I need a few more good ideas to choose from.

Happy New Year!

Friday, November 3, 2017

High Five For Friday (11.3.17)

1. Last week Will went on his first field trip and experienced his first Red Ribbon Week at his (no longer all that) new intermediate school. Though he has had/we have endured a couple of small bumps since that first week of school, overall I feel great about the caliber of Will's teachers and administrators, what and how much he's learning, his personal growth and development as a student, and the amount of sanctioned fun he manages to have with his friends before, during, and after school.
Crazy Hair Day. Can you tell it's a wave?
Twin Day. 😍

2. On Friday evening, fall arrived. On Sunday afternoon, summer returned. Those 40 or so hours though? Incredible.
We turned on the fireplace for the first time this fall
and within seconds Tux had returned to "his spot".
He won't let anyone sit between him and the fire.
It wasn't quite cold enough, but I wore my new
jacket (and then sweat through my shirt) anyway.

3. We celebrated Halloween by way of a 3rd grade classroom party, a pajama party with friends, a soccer "spooktacular", and neighborhood trick-or-treating. Happy Halloween, friends!

4a. On Sunday night our dryer starting making a terrible noise. Having once before fixed a dryer, Tom took the entire thing apart and determined that, at the very least, the heating element needed replacing. He ordered the part and eventually fixed the machine himself, saving us the cost of hiring a repairman or worse, a new dryer. My hero!

4b. Between every day, work out, soccer, and dance clothes as well as pajamas, sheets, and towels, I do an average of one load of laundry every day. Not having a dryer, even for a couple of days, sent me into a panic because we have quite a bit of clothing - specifically soccer and dance items - that needs cleaning midway through the week to be worn again. Not to mention the fact that Hallie and I are going out of town for the weekend and have been trying to pack.

I walked outside on Monday morning and when faced with a beautiful day, realized I could solve (at least part of) my dryer problem with a clothesline. I found a rope and quite a few clothespins (who knew we owned clothespins?!) and rigged up a makeshift clothesline, and now our clothes smell like fall!

5. Happiness Highlights:
After a four-hour battle, I captured and this lizard and
removed him from my house. Not my favorite way to
spend half a day, but holy cow was I proud of myself!
Snow! Northern Wisconsin has already seen a few
inches of this wintry white wonder, and I can't wait to see
more of it with my own two eyes in a few short weeks!
This girl chose to spend 180 minutes in the car so she
could watch her brother play soccer last Sunday. She
may have actually watched about 10 of the 60 minutes,
but she came out and showed her support!
Hallie and I are snacked up and ready for this
weekend's Dance Revolution Convention in Dallas!

Happy Friday, Chasing Roots!

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