Friday, December 26, 2014

2014 By the Numbers

At the end of each year I like to spend a little time reading through old posts and noting - thanks to the statistics feature associated with the blog - which topics were well-recieved (and which topics weren't, for that matter) by you, my readers. I have always written and will continue to write in my own voice, and I know how important it is that my blog remain a true representation of who I am, but I want my words to reach out in a way that you find interesting and engaging.

Along those lines, here are this year's most popular posts (according to number of views):

And here are a few of my personal favorite posts:

Thank you, my friends, for your support in 2014. For reading, for following (if you haven't already and would like to do so, just click on "Join this site" in the "Followers" box on the righthand side of the homepage), and for sharing Chasing Roots with your friends and family. I am extraordinarily grateful.

I look forward to spending 2015 with you!

Wednesday, December 24, 2014

Merry and Bright

As the year draws to a close, I find myself feeling lucky to have chosen College Station as our home after Ann Arbor. Yes, we live far from our extended families and I could do without the summer heat and frightening wildlife, but beyond that, life is good. I love our home, our neighborhood, and the kids' school. Tom has a great job that he (usually) enjoys and that allows me to both stay home with Will and Hallie and pursue a wide variety of professional and volunteer opportunities. We - all four of us - have wonderful friends, kind and generous people who love and support us and for whom we do the same. "Merry and Bright" seems fitting.

Today Christmas waves a magic wand over this world, and behold, everything is softer and more beautiful.      

~ Norman Vincent Peale

May your Christmas be soft and beautiful and merry and bright and full of love, friends.

With love from Texas, Erin

Monday, December 22, 2014

Love Actually IS All Around

When I was a little girl I loved to fly, especially during the holidays. We dressed up for airplane travel back then, and that, along with the unending supply of in-air miniature bags of peanuts and Shirley Temple cocktails and the fact that when we landed we were met at the gate by whichever family members or friends we were visiting, made the entire experience feel special. Like this:


But now… Unpacking and repacking our bags at security, alternating between waiting in line and running from gate to gate, listening to disappointed travelers tell their loved ones over the phone that their flights were delayed/cancelled, watching ill travelers cough and sneeze into the air the rest of us are (but wish we weren't) breathing, being herded like cattle by employees who'd rather be anywhere else, and keeping the peace between my two exhausted littles who just want to GET TO GRANDMA AND GRANDPA'S HOUSE ALREADY are all on my list of how I like to celebrate the holiday season. Ha.

Whenever I fly and once I get where I'm going, I need to rest, regroup, and change gears. Whenever I fly during the holiday season, I need to first rest, regroup, and change gears and then I need little something extra to bring back the cheer I misplaced three flight delays, two meltdowns, and one lost suitcase ago. Should you find yourself in the same boat, give any one of these videos a try. A few are new to me this year, a few are "regulars" that I watch each Christmas, and all will warm your heart and lift your holiday spirits.

The Song by Apple


Angels We Have Heard on High by The Piano Guys


Deck the Halls


Little Drummer Boy by Pentatonix


Hallelujah Christmas by Cloverton


The Christmas Scale by IgniterMedia

Love actually IS all around us…sometimes we just have to look for it. On YouTube. Happy Christmas week, friends!

Friday, December 19, 2014

High Five for Friday (12.19.14)

1. Last weekend Will and Hallie participated in the BCS Kids Marathon. Last year Will ran (and I attempted to catch him while Tom brought up the rear pushing a sobbing Hallie in the stroller), but this race was Hallie's first. I wanted nothing more than for her to finish the 1.2 mile course - even if she stopped running and walked - without melting down, but I had prepared myself for the worst…whining, crying, giving up…just in case Hallie decided she felt about running races the way she feels about most activities that force her outside of her comfort zone.

I could see nervousness written across her face and in her little clenched fists while she and I waited at the starting gate, but as soon as the gun went off, Hallie hit the ground running…and she never stopped. She faded a little during the first uphill (as did I), but a reminder of the downhill ahead kept her moving. She got a cramp during the second uphill, but she followed my suggestion to take really deep breaths (she followed a suggestion that I made - hallelujah!) and continued to run. While we ran we talked about how running is great exercise, how excited she was to tell her PE teachers she had participated in the race, and how proud I would be of her - and how proud she would be of herself - if she ran the entire distance.

She sprinted across the finish line with a smile on her face and made her mama proud.

Will did really well too - he sprinted the entire course and left Tom in his dust.

2. Every year the students at Will and Hallie's elementary school draw holiday-themed pictures to enter in the school-wide Christmas card contest. And this year, my boy - my boy who hates drawing and coloring and crafting of any kind - WON. Will's picture of a nutcracker was chosen to grace the cover of his elementary school's Christmas card, and on Wednesday the principal announced his victory (and presented him with a framed version of the card and 10 actual cards to send to family members and friends) in front of the entire school.

He accepted his award with a smile on his face (and tears in his eyes) and made his mama proud.

Thanks for letting me high five about my kids here. I try very hard to write about parenthood honestly, which means covering the good, the bad, and the ugly. Thankfully, this week we saw a bit more of the good.

3. High "10" for this gorgeous little firecracker, who turns four today. I could not love her more.
Photo credit: Robert Wurth of Studio Orange Photography
4. Tux heads to the vet today for a little vacation and a couple of small surgeries. He's scheduled to have his front claws removed and to be "eviporated" (Hallie invented this word - we have no idea where it came from - and uses it in place of "neutered") over winter break, and while I feel badly about him spending his first Christmas away from us, it's time to get these procedures out of the way…I love my living room rug too much to see it destroyed by our cute but somewhat spicy kitten.

5. Happiness Highlights:
I feel bad declaring this a happiness highlight, but Tom and I
couldn't stop laughing when Hallie told us that it "scared her
so, so much" to even just look at her spinach quiche.
Tux took one of Hallie's wands and made it his own. When Will
tried to take the wand back, Tux carried it up into the Christmas
tree where he and his wand "hid" quietly for the next 30 minutes.
My girl loves to craft and thoroughly enjoying making
this snowflake canvas at her friend Avery's birthday party.
Those are Will's legs. When we pulled back the covers...
…we found Tux wrapped in Will's blanket and nestled under
Will's arm. I think Will missed Duke more than we realized - he's so
happy to have an animal friend to play with and take care of again.
Hallie's reading about all sorts of interesting stuff in kindergarten...
Linking up with High Five for Friday!

Happy Friday, friends!

Wednesday, December 17, 2014

So Close, Yet So Far Away

Nearly 11 years ago and after hearing about hair donation for the first time, I began a regular, three-ish year cycle of chopping off my long hair, donating my ponytail, and growing my hair out once again. I donated my hair right after my wedding, right after Will's birth, right before my 30th birthday, and right after my 33rd birthday. I also donated my hair - for the fifth time - yesterday, after cutting it all off late last week.
I forgot to bring a plastic bag to the salon
so for a full day my ponytail rode shotgun.
When I first began this process in 2003, I read on one of the hair donation organization's websites that creating (building? assembling? not sure of the correct terminology here…) one wig took six ponytail donations. While sitting in the stylist's chair just a few weeks after returning from my honeymoon, I decided that if I ended up liking how I looked with short hair, I would continue making donations until I had made six, or the equivalent of one full wig. This week's donation was my fifth, which meant that I was only two or three years and one donation away from finally accomplishing my decade-old goal.

Or so I thought...

As I researched where to send my hair this time around (I don't always send it to the same organization), I discovered that the "six donations = one wig" language had changed. Now, every organization claims it takes at least 10 donations to make a wig.

I'll be honest - this news crushed me. I was so close, or at least I thought I was so close, to reaching my goal of donating a full wig. And to find out that I'm really only halfway there? Disheartening.

Unfortunately, I don't think I'll make it to 10 donations. My hair texture has changed over the years, becoming finer and drier. My hair grows more slowly than it once did, stops growing at a shorter length than when I was younger, and yes, is turning grayer and grayer by the day. (Thank you, Will and Hallie, for that gift.) I have a sixth donation in me, but after that, I'm done.

Six will have to be enough.

Yes, I'm wearing a tank top and Will's shirtless on December 14th. 

Tuesday, December 16, 2014

Shopping Help Has Arrived!

Our tree is decorated, our cards have been mailed, and our presents are wrapped (though none of them are under the tree because of Tux's desire to destroy all things wrapped and/or embellished with bows and ribbon). But because it's 73 degrees and sunny outside, it just doesn't FEEL like Christmas is right around the corner.

But it is, folks. Christmas, according to my suddenly calender-saavy children, is just nine days away.

Are you still in the market for stocking stuffers? If so, check out this compilation of creative, clever, beautiful, and/or fun stocking stuffers - every single one of which costs $10 or less - I created for MomsEveryday.

And if you find yourself without presents for some of your harder-to-buy-for family members and friends - those who always seem to have everything they need and want - consider skipping the sweaters they won't wear or picture frames they won't use and purchasing "gifts" in their names for those in need. Read more about the options available in the American Red Cross Holiday Gift Catalog here.

Happy shopping!

Monday, December 15, 2014

Go Ahead, Ask Me. I'm (a Novice Disguised as) an Expert.

Over the Thanksgiving weekend we took Will and Hallie to the TAMU vs. Duke women's basketball game. The game would be televised because both teams were highly ranked, but because the game was scheduled during a holiday weekend, the athletic department (or whoever stresses over these things) was worried about the stands appearing less than full on national television. To solve this problem, they offered two free general admission tickets to all faculty members, and we of course took them up on their offer. Score.

So that all four of us could attend, we planned to purchase two additional tickets at the door. While waiting in line at the ticket window, a woman - not a scalper or an official TAMU representative or anyone like that - approached us, asked how many tickets we needed, and then gave us two of her tickets for free. For no other reason than she and her family couldn't use their tickets and she wanted to do something nice for another family. That, in a nutshell, is kind of what living in College Station is like most of the time.

Anyway…

Because most of the students were still out of town, we choose seats close to the court with a great view of both the players and the TAMU Yell Leaders. Now we're no experts, nor will we ever be experts, but after four years in College Station we're no longer clueless when it comes to the Yell Leaders. We know never to call them cheer leaders (Aggies don't cheer, they yell), what to do when instructed to "hump it", how to "pass it back", and which Yells many of the hand signals represent, and at this point we can correctly participate in quite a few Yells. We also know all (well, all but one) of the words to Aggie War Hymn and at what point during the song to put our arms around and cross legs with the people on either side of us. To a non-Aggie and visitor to College Station, we probably look like we've got our act together.

Midway through the TAMU vs. Duke game, one of the high school basketball players sitting behind us tapped me on the shoulder and asked, "excuse me, ma'am. Who are those guys up there? What are they doing? Why are they wearing matching white outfits?"

I probably looked at her with a somewhat puzzled expression on my face, as prior to that moment I'd never met anyone in College Station who hadn't heard of Yell Leaders. They're local - if not state-wide and beyond - celebrities, after all. Up until that moment I'd also never been asked (except maybe by Tom's and my families) to answer questions about TAMU traditions.

I was giddy to have been asked these questions, and even more excited to know the answers to these questions...I may or may not have talked these poor girls' ears off for 10 minutes straight about the Yell Leaders and their role at athletic events.

Tom and I may not have graduated from TAMU, but we've done our best to become - and to help our children feel - a part of the Aggie community here in College Station. I can only hope that when my turn came to represent, I did "our" Aggies proud.

In addition to my moment of Aggie glory, the Aggies beat Duke in spectacular fashion, Will made it on the jumbotron, we only spilled 1/3 of a bucket of popcorn, the halftime show was guys doing flips off trampolines and dunking, and my parents - who were able to watch the game in Wisconsin - saw Will and I on national television multiple times. Not bad for a Sunday afternoon in Aggieland!

And apparently I only took pictures of the halftime show...