Friday, May 11, 2012

Thoughts on a first Mother's Day

Scarlett + Asher, four months

When I was a newlywed, I was acquainted with an amazing couple. She was effervescent and so gorgeous. He was handsome and well-spoken. And it was abundantly obvious he absolutely adored her. The insecure part of me wanted to dislike them and find at least one flaw in their seemingly perfect relationship, but they were too nice. I couldn't help but like them. 

Summer had cancer. I learned later that George married her in a shotgun wedding so he could support her through chemotherapy. Their first few years of marriage were unimaginably intense, but with George by her side, Summer completed treatment and went into remission.  

With the cancer behind her, Summer wanted more than anything to be a mother. Her doctors advised against it, warning that it could threaten her fragile health. She and George had only been married a couple of years when she became pregnant and gave birth to a healthy baby boy. I remember how she glowed while she was pregnant, even brighter after her precious boy was born.  

A few short months later, her cancer returned with a vengeance. And just after the baby turned one, Summer passed away. I still mourn for her sweet baby and husband.  

I remember my own insurmountable grief about not being able to conceive. With each year of struggle, the sadness grew until I thought I might drown. My heart ached for babies the same way Summer's did - I would have given anything.

Now that I've been blessed with children, even the thought of not seeing them grow up stirs more emotion in me than all of my years yearning for them. I cannot imagine missing the day-to-day moments. The smiles. The learning, discovering and growing.  

I can't imagine missing the sleepless nights that turn into a nondescript string of days where I don't remember the last time I washed my hair. The inconsolable crying that threatens to shatter my last nerve until a steady, innocent gaze and hint of a smile breaks through and makes everything okay. The milestones, big and small - four consecutive hours of sleep, sitting up, genuine smiles, growing out of teeny tiny baby clothes.  

The first words and the made-up stories. The first time riding a bike or tasting ice cream. The first day of school. The first best friend. The first time behind the wheel. The first date. The first heart break. 

And not just the firsts. The seconds, thirds, fourths...

I am so grateful for my life. And that I have each precious day with my children. I know hearts can be healed, no matter how broken. Imagine the joyous reunion when Summer sees her family again and can hear about their adventures first-hand! 

Whether you have six children or zero, a husband, job or both, be thankful for the life your mother gave you. Each day, filled with a myriad of ups and downs, creates such a beautiful story.

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Tuesday, March 02, 2010

In the Toilet: American Idol "fashion" (Top 24)

American Idol Season 10 is PAINFULLY booooooooooring. (Can I get an AMEN?!) So tonight Wickstrom Adventures presents an extra special A.I. fashion flush:

He said/She said
He's sporting a mullet, she's seducing the camera like nobody's business and together, they're teaming up to provide straight-shooting, limited-expletive-laden analysis of the so-called "fashion" parading around Idol. Behold:

She said: "Look, Chris. It's your brother in mullets."

He said: "It's like Beatles on the top and Billy Ray Cyrus (circa '92) on the bottom. Definitely a whale of a tale. Grow for the gold, bro!"

She said: "Did you really just say 'whale of a tale?' Um..."

He said: "This was my favorite outfit of the night. I'm a little sentimental seeing granny's entryway rug again."

She said: "It's like the single most unflattering 'vest' I've ever seen. Let this be a lesson to us all: the fastest way to add 300 lbs. to your hips is by wearing a rug-turned-vest."

She said: "Okay, be honest. Would you rather be known as 'crazy eyes girl' or 'never comb your hair girl?'"

He said: "Depends on what I'm singing."

He said: "Check it out -- not only is my DAWG extending the Randy Jackson World Cardigan Tour of '09 into another season, he's paying tribute to Paula Abdul's jewelry addiction, or, as you'd say, 'over-blingifying.' Isn't there some rule about too much jewelry? Personally, I stick with just one tasteful accessory: my belly ring." She said: "True, but I'm loving the watch. Reminds me of a certain timepiece in my jewelry box."

She said: "Thoughts?"

He said: "The outfit is showing up all over her face as severe pain."

She said: "She's obviously suffering from dual climatizationitis -- her nightie is creating Arctic conditions up top while the leg warmers are giving her sweaty calf syndrome."

He said: "ARE WE DONE YET?"

She said: "You're right. This is exhausting work, especially since half of these people will be off the show before we can even finish this post. I say we provide the pictures and let the masses scoff for themselves. But before we sign off, we must note that Allison is still her horribly dressed self."

He said: "What she said."

Thanks for tuning into this special He said/She said A.I. fashion flush. You can participate in the fun by adding you two cents on the following "fashion" tragedies in the comments:

The inexplicably mismatched accessories

The ace bandage shoes paired with tacky lace hosiery

The armored shoulder pads

The feminine hygiene product headband

The white fright

The taffeta dress and Teva river shoes

Click here to catch up on In the Toilet: American Idol "Fashion."

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Thursday, February 25, 2010

Prepare to be wowed by adorableness!

Does anyone else think that watching A.I. feels LABORIOUS?! I have three TiVo-ed episodes LOOMING ahead, but I promise some fashion commentary this weekend (Chris is helping me create a "he said, she said." Woo hoo!).

In the meantime, my most amazing photographer friend Andrea came to town and worked her magic at our new house. My photographic direction: capture HAZEL. Behold: (Did you notice how Hazel's sitting on my new favorite chair? Loooooooooove.)

Andrea even made us look presentable -- she's that good!
Yay, kitchen + husband + new dress!

Check out the rest here. And call her! Andrea is MIRACULOUS!

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Wednesday, February 24, 2010

In the Toilet: American Idol fashion 2010

I'm breaking my silence and shaking off the dust for a GOOD CAUSE:

It's FLUSHING time!
A gold lamé hefty bag with ruched elbow-length sleeves and a bubble hem? Worn with semi sheer leggings and prom shoes?! So Kara's new style is seventh grader-meets-Zsa Zsa Gabor-meets-tranny hero from Gentlemen Broncos (odd, yet hilarious movie -- go see it!)?

Apparently they didn't fire American Idol's infamous stylists which means we're in for another fabulously awful season of fashion disasters. Get excited.

Refresh on last year's "fashion" analysis here.

P.S. Did you see my friend Justin Williams on the show? Cutie, right? Become a fan here.
P.P.S. I've missed you! I fell off the planet for a few months and I'm slowly climbing back. Let's be bffs again, k?

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Monday, November 23, 2009

At last!

I'm rocking some SERIOUS bangs and guess what -- I LOOOOOOOOOOVE THEM!

My super amazing girls weekend in D.C. included a much-needed trip to my favorite salon -- one80. If you're local, go there and ask for Remi. You won't be sorry!

Trip details to come (including our million viewings of a certain movie - WHICH WE LOVED!).

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Thursday, November 12, 2009


Dear Blog,

I miss you! Remember when we hung out almost DAILY?! We talked about parties, hot husband, food, fashion, bad fashion (for shame, American Idol), the Metro and anything else that tickled our fancy? Awwww....those were the days.

But I've been neglecting you. And it's not because I don't care. It's because I've been raking an INSANE amount of leaves.
At least they're my leaves, right?

And unpacking (still).

And producing. Really -- I produced an elementary assembly/rock show for kids. How cool is that? It's very cool -- see for yourself:

(Check out the rocking tracks here. This is definitely nachomamma's assembly music).

Oh and I've been anticipating, counting down and CELEBRATING my impending trip to D.C. to hang out with my favorite women on the planet and this guy:

Life is busy, yet sweet. And I promise we'll hang out again soon. I can't stay away. I miss you too much.


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Friday, October 30, 2009

Wanna know what's REALLY scary?

When you decide to make a homemade costume and realize you have everything you need to be her:

The tats:
The skinny jeans and heels:
The booze and smokes:
The hair (oh, the hair!):
And of course the eyes:
Happy Halloween!

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