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Cozumel, isla de Mexico

Tuesday, August 31st, 2010

Cozumel

Ten reasons I want to go back!

  1. It was beautiful.  In the hotel (The Palace) and away from it.
  2. We were treated like royalty around-the-clock.  The staff at The Palace was absolutely amazing!
  3. Two words: ALL INCLUSIVE!  24-hour room service, gourmet dining from various restaurants anytime, any way we wanted it.
  4. $1500 worth of activities included in our deal, among them: snorkeling, Dolphins and diving, photo sessions with their photographers, manicures, pedicures, wholistic massages, tours, and anti-aging facials, baby!  Oh, yeah! 
  5. Hunter made friends everywhere he went.  One little boy he played with kept saying ” Oh my gosh!” this.  And “Oh my gosh!” that.  Finally, Hunter thought he’d bring some correction to his little friend and he offered this advice:  “Why don’t you just say ‘Oh, my goodness?  Or sheep dip!’?”  Hunter is his daddy’s boy!
  6. There were scooters and an open-air Jeep zooming down the coast.  Snorkeling and swimming with dolphins.  Chankanaab was wonderful.  WHEN I return, I shall do at least 2 days there, whereeven  the fish dine on homemade corn tortilla chips  (how I crave them even now).
  7. There were reefs and ruins.  Soft winds and gentle waves.  
  8.  The food, oh the food!  Mexican Caribbean, delightful.  Mmmmm…!!
  9. The pool looked like it flowed straight into the ocean.  The air: hot, humid and lovely.
  10. Romantic!  The days were long and sweetly languorous, the evenings hung endlessly in the sky for dancing and dining.

Oh, I will return to Cozumel! ;p

Mood Music for my pictorial slideshow…Hunter and I put this together today and fondly remembered…and wanted to go right back!

Hunter may even honeymoon at Cozumel someday, he is thinking.


  

Push play on the mood music then the slideshow at once

 

Feel the moist, warm air; feel the ocean breeze, hear the waves gently lapping against the dock?…aaaahhhhhh….I am swaying in my hammock….

 

Dave and I on our last night there ~ way more rested and waaaay more tan than when we arrived.  Lovely!

Uno drawback: my hair in humidity es no bueno!

 sigh…

 

Isn’t Sawyer Lovely?

Friday, August 20th, 2010

The Honor

I got to hang with Wrex and Stef the past couple of days as they brought their baby girl in to the world.  Omygoodness, Stef was a champ.  She had to do the entire labor in the hospital, start to finish, plus a few hours of deciding what to do and how to do it.  And that girl worked it!  She is stronger than she knew.  And Wrex, who has birthed thousands of farm animals, but with very different technique, obviously, was amazing as he coached Stef, and encouraged her and helped her and looked in to her eyes and breathed with her until a baby came to them.

This was a silly posed picture.  Stef wasn’t even in active labor yet.  We just posed as Wrex and I watching over her really laboring and Tredessa and Tara being silly.  Actually it was all Chick-Fil-A and Mountain during this time!  Sawyer-Party!

What an honor for me to get to be there, to get to pray for them and witness their love made flesh.  I am so proud of Stef and Wrex and how they worked so hard, together, committed to make the baby’s birth a wonderous and glorious event.  And I am humbled.  The favor of God shines on this family.  He must surely be smiling at what they did.  I know I am.

Sawyer Joell Phipps – isn’t she lovely?

Isn’t she lovely
Isn’t she wonderful
Isn’t she precious
Less than one minute old

Sawyer at less than 10 minutes old.  Daddy wore pink to welcome her.  He’s man enough!

7:14:21 on 8:19:10 at 9:27

At 9:27 pm, 22 1/2 hours after the very first labor contraction, Sawyer arrived to cheers and tears and joy and family.  7 pounds, 14 ounces, 21 inches long.  She has her mommy’s fabulous long legs and slender feet and pouty lips.  And she has her daddy’s heart…already!  Sawyer, blessed more than she realizes, is already loved and adored.

I never thought through love we’d be
Making one as lovely as she
But isn’t she lovely made from love.*

*LYRICS:  “Isn’t She Lovely?” by Stevie Wonder

Cheap Date

Friday, August 13th, 2010

I had a Friday night date with THREE guys (all very very good-looking, mind you) and they got off really easy for sure.  We went to McDonalds and I only had the small Spicy Chicken Sandwich and some fries off the dollar menu, with water.  Much like Kenny Banya on the Seinfeld episode, I feel I am still owed a meal!  (NOT a McDonalds fan)

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It’s boy night here.  McD’s has a great play-thing and  Gavin and Hunter are having a sleep-over at our house.  Poppa even let them play with his vintage GI Joes and all the cool accessories in the foot locker.  The 1960s GI Joes were always my Barbie-doll’s love interests.  Ken was a little too…prissy.  I am certain the grandsons would be mortified to know my childhood secrets.

These are the Days

Monday, August 9th, 2010

THESE ARE THE DAYS I’LL REMEMBER

These are days you’ll remember

Never before and never since, I promise

will the whole world be warm as this

 

Guini’s birthday celebration was delayed by the Heaven Fest craziness.  So how could I refuse when she asked for a really big cake, purple and yellow, chocolate with buttercream icing and lots and lots of color and flowers…plus sparklers on the top.  Presents first, dinner and swimming, then cake and ice cream.  A lovely way to spend a summer Sunday evening.

And as you feel it, you’ll know it’s true

that you are blessed and lucky

It’s true, that you are touched by Something

that will grow and bloom in you

  

Left:  Amelie Belle is 4 and a half months now and she is good buddies her Aunt Stephanie.  Center: Guini the birthday girl loves her baby cousin.  Right:  Aunt Tara is always popular with nieces Averi and Gemma May.  

 My amazing and insightful sister-in-law, Dawn recently commented that these family times together, the little cousins playing tug-of-war over some toy or the other and whatever mischieviousness they can all find to get into will be memories they will cherish as they grow up.  I hope they’ll know that they ARE “blessed and lucky” and that the love of these days will grow and bloom in their lives, too.

These are days you’ll remember

when May is rushing over you with desire

to be part of the miracles you see in every hour

 

Here we are, Dave and I and our 6, very longsuffering grandbebes.  They pose for us, they smile and coo and endure photo ops.  They act silly and one day, when they are old enough, they will really wonder about us!  Perhaps they already do.

You’ll know it’s true, that you are blessed and lucky

It’s true, that you are touched by Something

that will grow and bloom in you

 

It was Guinivere’s birthday celebration.  She just turned 5.  Hunter is 5 and a half.  Gavin who is holding baby Amelie Belle, is 7 and baby girl is 4 1/2 months now.  Best friends and cousins Gemma May and Averi are 3 and 2  1/2 respectively.  These are the grandbebes on a summer’s evening in August.

These are the days

that you might fill with laughter

until you break

  

Left:  Jovan is such a good mommy to her girls.  My son married well.  Middle:  These are the men of the family – Dave and Tristan, 2 sons-in-law who could not be more wonderful if they tried, my husband and lover of 29 years (and a very flirtacious friend for almost 3 years before that), Dave and Rocker-Bo, the kid probably most like me in the world…only waaaaay better.  Right:  And my beautiful firstborn, Tara with her beautiful firstborn, The Little Prince.

These days you might feel a shaft of light

make its way across your face

 

Dave’s hair looks really  gray in these pictures, but not in real, up-close-and-personal life (except for the salt and pepper facial hair and a little in the temples).  Hmmm…wonder what is up with that?  I KNEW that camera was trying to make me look old against my will.  This is proof!  The little girlie-grandbebes rely on Poppa to keep them safe from the splashing boys in the water.

And when you do

you’ll know how it was meant to be

  

Left:  Averi following the grandbebe swimming ritual, which is, you get out and dry off so you can go right back in again.  Middle:  Steph loves her cake.  Right, Gemma and Averi are always in deep discussion and generally some disagreement about some topic or another.  But they are besties.

See the signs and know their meaning, it’s true

You’ll know how it was meant to be

  

The grandbebe painted, wooden stools…crazy-looking-maybe-I-should-have-planned-before-baking-but-the-brithday-girl-loves-it-anyway cakes…a zinnia that both Amelie Belle and I took a fancy to last night on our way around the yard (where new bikes for Stormie and Rocky, no less, were being assembled, a game of catch was going on, kiddies were splashing in a pool and sweet conversation floated on the summer air).  These are the signs…

Hear the signs and

know they’re speaking to you, to you*

NOTE TO SELF:  To get over myself {for the love!} and get over my ridiculous heartbreaks…See the signs, hear the signs…it’s true.  These are the days…

* LYRICS:  “These are the Days” by Natalie Merchant

The Sweet Summer Six

Sunday, August 8th, 2010

Grandbébés, 8/8/10

 

Guini-Poo, 5; Hunter Magoo, 5 1/2; Gavinators is 7, holding Amelie Belle, who is almost 4 1/2 months old; Gemma May, 3; and Averi-baby, 2 1/2.

 

Guinivere ~ You’re 5 now!

Friday, July 30th, 2010

Happy Birthday to my first-ever granddaughter!

We tour the yard together, watering cans in hand and Guinivere asks me, “What is this flower, Nonna?”  “What is that flower?”  I tell her the names and she commits them to heart.  Gavin loves the veggies, but Guini says, “I love the flowers!”

A little project Guini and I did for her birthday ~ because ~ I LOVE my little flower girl!

Dear Guini~  Sorry your birthday kinda got rolled over by the Heaven Fest train, but we are still just gonna celebrate you and love you like crazy.  Party coming up!  Love you, Guini-Poo!  xxxooo ~ Nonna

On being a grandparent

Tuesday, July 13th, 2010

THE MOST AMAZING THING…according to me.

“THE most amazing thing about getting to be a grandparent is that the very kids you made so many mistakes on

(may have-could have damaged irreparably) 

grow up and honor you by trusting you with their babies.  Could there be a greater grace?”

You may quote me on this!  It is true!

 

 

The first five: Guini, Averi, Hunter, Gavin and Gemma. (group shots by Aunt Stormie)

And baby Amelie Belle…soon to have her own plastic weapon.

Half Glass and the Grandbebes

Friday, July 9th, 2010

Half full or half empty?

What sort of wee ones surround me?  I know I tend toward “the glass is half empty” but I don’t necessarily think that is a bad way to look at things.  It keeps me pushing for more and zealously pursuing what I actually want to see in the glass.  Yes, I overcompensate, but then I never run out!  How much does it really say, anyway?  It made me ponder my little grandbebes.

Gavin, 7.  The glass is half-full, of course.  Everything will be alright.  There is a way to solve any problem, plenty to go around.  Just look for it.  Keep a good attitude and chin up and all things will work out fine.

Hunter, 5.  It’s not half-full or half-empty.  It is in the middle.  It is what it is.  That is how I wanted it and so that is where it will be.  Not a drop more or less.

Guini, almost 5.  Why is this all I get?  How much did the boys get?  More, please.  The glass seems half empty.  Sensitive to what’s right and true justice, Guini will come back for more until she has had her fill.  Then she will smile with contentment.

Gemma, 3.  The glass is delightfully half full. ”Look how much I have!!”   In fact-even just a drop in the bottom of the cup will cause GemGem to twirl with delight and satisfaction, full of gratitude and laughter.

Averi.  I will fill my own glass, thank-you very much.  And I will also sweet-talk you out of some of yours.   Give it!  She is 2.  : )

Amelie, 3 months.  Remains to be seen.  But we currently make sure her glass is full to the brim.

And me, really?  My cup is full.  Overflowing.

Twelve reasons to teach your kids to garden

Wednesday, July 7th, 2010

There are just things you can learn about God and life and love from the simple act of gardening.  So it’s a good thing to do with kids, whether in small form like letting them draw their face on a paper cup and then growing some grass seed for hair (a homemade Chia) or maybe letting them choose and take care of a potted plant,   to actually building them a little square wooden box and letting them grow veggies (the ones they know they like and the ones they will like after they have grown them!).

Here is a list of the reasons I want my grandbebes to garden with me.  And why all kids would benefit!!

1.

Dirt is fun.  And dirt is creativity!  God actually made man from the soil in a garden.  I want the kiddos to know they can plant a seed and nurture life, too, just like their Creator!  And making mud just for mud’s sake is alright, too!  PLUS?  Bugs!

2.

Patience.  The seed goes into the ground and we wait to see it sprout.  The plant is plopped into a hole and we wait for the fruit.  In between the beginning and the end, there is watching the tempertaure, the watering, the sunshine, getting rid of competing weeds.  It is a good thing to learn to wait with hopeful expectancy!

3.

Poop makes stuff grow – fast!  The hard things in life that get dumped on us?  They cause us to become better and stronger.  I once accidentally dropped some watermelon seeds near a nice, aging pile of manure I was going to spread.  The vines erupted like they were from the land of the giants.  The plants were enormous and the fruit was amazingly sweet.  Manure is good for the soul.

4.

Sometimes I have to tie vines against a support stake.  Sure they’d rather just meander off in every direction, but the tying is necessary.  While to the vine being tied it could look like it is being controlled and bound, but the truth is, the plant will actually thrive and produce more because the leaves are arranged to receive sunlight and the soil below can now get the moisture and feeding it needs.  Support is a good thing when you know you need it and especially when you don’t.

5.

You’re pruned if you do and pruned if you don’t.  Pruning-It is a cut.  There is no way around it.  Sprawling huge shrubbery that are leafing and flowering are difficult to approach with the pruners.  But if you don’t?  It will become long and leggy, overgrown and weak.  And when allowed to go on in that state, it will lose its beauty and much of its fruitfulness.  Jesus said He’d prune every branch that wasn’t fruiting and He’d prune every branch that was pruning so it would produce more.  He knew His gardening!  So see?  You ARE pruned if you do and pruned if you don’t, so we may as well let Him do in us what we must do to our plants.  And everywhere you cut, life explodes in every direction, making the plant stronger and thicker and healthier and more wonderful!

6.

God will bless you to be a blessing.  He gives seed to the sower.  When I started gardening and didn’t have a clue – just mentioning that very fact brought out the giver in all the gardeners I knew.  They hooked me up with starts and seeds and plants and tips.  I, in turn, had a wildly successful first garden year and blessed every single person I knew with so many tomatoes and zucchini and onions and radishes and peppers…they all started running from me.

7.

Bees are our friends.  According to The Bee Movie with Jerry Seinfeld, bees are becoming extinct.  I am not sure if that is so, but I know we haul our Colorado bees to California wine country during the winter and then back again for farming season here.  There are less bees now and that is true.  And bees are the great pollinators.  They are wonderful and NOT aggressive.  You can work side by side in the garden with the bees just a few inches away on your prettiest flowers and to them?  You are just a landmark.  I want the kiddies to know that there is a purpose for the bee and they shouldn’t be afraid…

8.

Deadheading is a necessary part of having fabulous flowers.  When the bloom has passed, remove it so the bright lovelies can shine.

9.

You have to prepare the soil to have your plants grow.  You cannot just plop something in this hard, rocky, clay-ey Colorado dirt and have it grow.  In fact the only things that will grow in this native soil are weeds.  If you want a good garden, you’ve gotta amend.   You have got to add decomposing matter and time-released fertilizer and manure and compost and hummus and vermiculite.  You have got to make sure what is in the pot or the garden plot is ready to receive and surround and care for the seed or young plant.  Thought and preparation are so important for any wonderful project in life!

10.

Gardening?  It’s messy, hard work.  But anything worth having is! Oui?

11.

The great joy of the fruit of your labors will finally and most certainly happen!  One day the flowers will blossom and the veggies will become edible.  One day the tree will provide shade and the grass will be so green.  And rejoicing!  Zany-crazy-happy dancing!  Cartwheels and hallelujahs!  You actuallty get to REAP what you have sown!  Glory be!  No joy quite like it!

12.

Everything between God and man started in a garden.  I want the grandbebes to know that God will meet them there, that they’ll hear His voice whispering in the wind and see His majesty at the first fully ripe beefsteak tomato.  I want them to know He will talk to them and give them understanding in the garden just like He did with Adam and Eve.  And that sometimes He’ll ask them, like He did with Adam: “Where are you?”  Not because He doesn’t know, but because He’ll want to know if they understand where they are in life right at that moment, if they comprehend how the lives they are living and the choices they are making are affecting their futures. 

Yes.  I want my grandbebes to know that I have found Him in the garden and they can, too.

It isn’t too late to do some fun gardening with the little tykes this summer!…Jeanie

NOTE TO SELF:  Go check in on the grandbebe gardens and assist as needed.

Pictured:  The yard.  The garden.  This morning.

Paper Chains, Paper Roses, and a Sunny Day for a Baby Shower

Saturday, June 26th, 2010

Stef and Wrex are having a baby!

If they didn’t already both have great parents, we’d just legally adopt them.  Meanwhile, since their bio-fams are far away, we have scooped them up and just love the stuffing out of them.  It’s a match made in heaven.  So, sweet bebe Sawyer is due to arrive on 8.9.10, which is a very cool date and works for me, but if if she should decide to arrive earlier, say July 31 when Heaven Fest is happening?  I will have to miss HF for I am serving Stef and Wrex as their labor and delivery doula/keep-Wrex-in-line coach!  Oh yeah, baby!  I was pretty good at having babies myself and though there are three previous births I was supposed to coach people through, each time something would happen and I didn’t get to (medical or the out-of-town husband would make it back in time or whatever).  So this will be FUN! I hope I don’t end up needing Wrex to hold smelling salts under my nose and Stef to fan me while she is laboring.  I am pretty empathetic.  Haha.


  

We had a little waiting-with-great-anticipation-for-you-baby-girl-Phipps Shindig.

 

Tredessa (Stef and Dessa are tight!), Tara, Stephanie, Jovan, Stormie and me threw a little shower in Casree’s backyard not long ago.  The day was brilliantly sunny.  Which is what we ordered.  But exTREMEly windy, which we did not.  For you see, we had decided on PAPER decor.   We got together and gathered our zany-patterned scrapbook paper and big wads of brightly-colored tissue paper from another baby shower (recycle, people!!) and piles of paper the school was getting rid of and jars of old buttons and old pickle jars and some goldfish and glue sticks and bits and pieces of ribbons from previous projects. 

It was all about creating a colorful, vibrant, bright, engaging, fun, delightful afternoon for Stef and her beautiful friends and family, all of whom adore her wholly.  And the key words were: Lavish. Recycled. Reuse. Re-purpose.  And utilize dishes and serving utensils we already have! 

Pictures of the preparation~

     

  

   

Click on thumbnails for a closer look.

We cut circles and made pinwheels, by hand!

 

 

 

We created miles and miles of paper chains.  We made accordion-fan circles.  We created old-fashioned paper fans with pinwheels on them and fancy tags for all the treats and foods.  We used every bright color from the spring pallette, but zeroed in on orange and hot pink.  Goldfish swam in a bowl on the treats table, around the orange daisy stems, for they matched the decor.  Huge, fluffy tissue-paper flowers hung as garlands from posts.  Hot pink coffee-filter roses were woven vines ’round about.  No one knew, it is safe to say, they had once been white coffee filters.  We also grew some triticale (a wheat/rye-blend seed) for display purposes on the serving and buffet tables.

We ate, drank and made merry.

 

 

 

There was a triple-layer coconut cake made with love especially for mommy-to-be.  There were candies and sweets galore, lemon-poppyseed cupcakes filled with fresh lemon curd and topped with mounds of delicious cream cheese icing.  There were swedish meatballs and spinach-artichoke dip along with deli meats and cheeses.  Fruits artfully arranged on skewers and chocolate, of course, were there, too. All the girlies and me made the food. Bright-colored cookies on sticks were even more incredibly delicious that they looked!

We withstood tornado-force winds. A slight exaggeration, perhaps.

 

 

Seriously?  It was windy.  That was the one tiny, little thing that did not go our way.  Kinda messed up some backdrops and wreaked some havoc on having all-paper decor.  Had to go to Plan B (devised there on the spot), but it was still lovely because Stef is lovely and it was our chance to tell her so.  But the one thing that was nice about wind?  No sweat.  The wind kept us cool in spite of the heat and brilliant sun.

 

   

Thing that made me most happy at the end?

 

Mandy asked if she could have the decorations for her daughter’s upcoming birthday party.  Yes. Yes!  YES!  Recycled yet again, which I LOVE!  Because I am sort of becoming a greeniac.  {I may just have invented a new word again}  I kinda like that whole waste-not-want-not idea.  I am so happy Sawyer will see these pictures someday and know that the real value of the day, the place most of our energy was spent?  Was on the love for her parents, on our delight in the creating, all because she was going to soon arrive!

 

 

Etc.

   

   

The people.  Are the real decorations.  And everyone of us?  Love Stef and co.  Something to celebrate!

PICTURES:  Mostly by Stormie, but 5 or so by Mary!