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A Denver Home Companion | hey party collective photo booth

oh you know. just some crazies at ramona’s birthday party. thanks, hey! party collective for hooking us up with their awesome photo booth set up.

A Denver Home Companion | hey party collective photo booth

this lady did the fancy-pants-party-planning magic. her adorable hubby helped with the balloons and set-up. this party would have been lame without them.

A Denver Home Companion | hey party collective photo booth

the hostesses with the mostesses. if i do say so myself ;)

A Denver Home Companion | hey party collective photo booth

this rad family came. while they were busy taking sickeningly cute photos of themselves their two boys were going crazy with balloons and hula hoops. oh wait. ALL of the kids were going crazy with balloons and hula hoops. there was no stopping them. snap away.

A Denver Home Companion | hey party collective photo booth

put your best face forward. that’s how it goes. right?

A Denver Home Companion | hey party collective photo booth

these little ladies sure loved cupcakes! and hula hoops! and dancing! avi was all about the balloons.

A Denver Home Companion | hey party collective photo booth

this couple was pretty smug that their little one was so well-behaved. oh you just wait. give it two more years. marion will be bouncing off the walls with the best of them. see below.

A Denver Home Companion | hey party collective photo booth

the best part about this photo is that this was way before the sugar-melt-down-scream fest actually happened. about one hour before all parents were tearing their kids away from the sugary toppings at the cupcake decorating bar and vowing never to go to a powerdriver party again.

A Denver Home Companion | hey party collective photo booth

girl band.

A Denver Home Companion | hey party collective photo booth
boob band.

A Denver Home Companion | hey party collective photo booth

bang band.

A Denver Home Companion | hey party collective photo booth

etta was beside herself. she was so thrilled confused at all the festivities.

A Denver Home Companion | hey party collective photo booth

bc a lot of this was going on (that little boy belongs to no one in that photo. that little boy knows no one in that photo. that’s what i call “going with the flow.”)

A Denver Home Companion | hey party collective photo booth

every little one was held and squeezed and kissed by this baby whisperer.

A Denver Home Companion | hey party collective photo booth

HOORAY! IT’S A THREE YEAR OLD’S PARTY!

A Denver Home Companion | hey party collective photo booth

this three year old. isn’t she darn stinking tooting cute?

A Denver Home Companion | hey party collective photo booth

she sure is. and i promise she had a good time.

A Denver Home Companion | hey party collective photo booth

so did this family. maybe too good of a time.

A Denver Home Companion | hey party collective photo booth

and then there’s this couple. true friends. you know how i know that? bc they don’t even have kids and they stuck around for ALL the fun. and hula hoops. and beer.

A Denver Home Companion | hey party collective photo booth

um yeah. this sums it up. the adults started going crazy w the leftover cupcakes and all the kids were basically begging for bedtime.

what a party! thanks again, nicole and hey! party collective for making it so special and fun.

A Denver Home Companion | learning the art of sabbath

from my morning journal, 5/28/2014 at 5:15 AM:

with two small children it seems near impossible to find time for rest and reflection. by the time ramona’s quiet time and harriet’s nap time roll around at noon (after an early morning wake-up call from the two of them) i can barely muster the desire to wash the growing pile of dishes in my sink. i settle into the couch or my “office” chair and zone out to TV shows or mindlessly return simple emails or putz with my ever growing “to-do” list, of which i get little done.

but it’s clear –many of us can sense it in our hearts– that time set aside for prayer and meditation does immense things to rejuvenate our hearts and minds, readying us for the daily work and tasks ahead.

to be continued. interrupted by waking children.

i love this entry in my journal. so apropos pos of my life these days.

i intend, every morning, to wake up early to either go for a run or set aside some meditation and sabbath time. to rest. to reflect. to gather myself. wake up slowly and alone. i’m inspired by the obvious evidence of how well i do on days i wake up early and spend some time in my thoughts and in prayer. and i’m further encouraged by books like the one i’m reading now (well, intermittently): sabbath: finding rest, renewal, and delight in our busy lives by wayne muller.

two little ones can really screw that up. they both wake up so so early, especially harriet these days (she’s got a morning poop that is seriously timed to the minute). so i’m learning to spend my sabbath with them instead of alone: lounging at home, picking grass, making up stories, playing dress up, folding laundry, drinking beer on the sofa (well, the girls drink some variation of milk), eating mindfully (whether that’s dinnertime or popsicle treats on the front steps). slowing down at home is the only way i have found to successfully make up for my current inability to carve out some morning solo quiet time.

and as i feel this time at home with them passing more and more quickly? i’ll gladly practice my sabbath with them, quietly praying and hoping that they take some of that and learn to carve out quiet moments in their own grown-up days.

A Denver Home Companion | six years ago

oh bubs. we were some skinny punks back then.

ever since we met my cup has only always been so so full; my luck has always been so so good.

i love you. happy anniversary.

A Denver Home Companion | harriet zona 4 months

dear miss etta z,

i cannot believe you are four months old already. you fit in just perfectly with our little family.

i cannot imagine mornings without your full-body-face-squishing pandiculation as i un-velcro you from your swaddle. i cannot imagine greeting friends and strangers without your million watt smile and bright eyes. i cannot imagine breakfast time without the way your sister engages with you — making silly faces and voices to make you grin. i cannot imagine smaller laundry loads devoid of your drool-drenched clothes.

i cannot imagine outings without your little chubby body accompanying mine — on picnic blankets during soccer, in my lap while we sit in the river, around my waist while i wear you, or gazing back at me content while i push you in the stroller. i cannot imagine noon without getting you ready for nap time — swaddling you up just right, nursing you, and setting you down to fall asleep on your own. or bedtime, where the ritual is essentially the same except you also get some back rubs and thigh kneading and we roll your little burrito body around on the bed. this is followed by kissing you over and over again on the cheeks, which promptly gets you squealing and giggling. i do not want to imagine life without your sweet giggle.

not all mamas get this with their little ones. recently we learned of some heartbreak people we love have experienced when their babes were taken to heaven much too soon and unexpectedly. and so this month i held you even closer, inhaled your scent even deeper, and said prayers of thanks for all i’ve been given that i deserve no more than anyone else.

for you are wonderfully and awesomely made. and though you are my daughter you are not mine. you are child of our Lord’s, a daughter of the earth. and for however long you are entrusted to me –short or (i desperately pray) long– i will love you fiercely and humbly.

i love you. love, mama

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