Friday, December 31, 2010

Today is really freaking me out.

I keep remembering the day in grade school – I think 6th grade in Mr. Coe’s class at Garfield Elementary – when we figured out how old we would be at the turn of the century. My exemplary 6th grade math skillz told me that on January 1st, 2000, I would be 26 years old. Man. That seemed O.L.D. Ancient. Out of college and stuff.

I don’t remember what I imagined my life to be like at the decrepit old age of 26. But I do remember my heart stopping briefly as I thought about myself aging…really aging…for the first time.

When it was finally time to party like it was 1999 I was, of course, flabbergasted that 26 year old me had arrived on the scene so quickly. I think I spent a lot of time reminiscing about 6th grade me on that day too.

On the Eve of Y2K everyone was excited for history in the making, and nervous about the possibility of worldwide pandemonium. I was pissed about feeling completely underdressed. I made Mr. G. drive me all the way across town in a snowstorm so I could change clothes. Heh. I can’t imagine being able to upend our entire evening on a whim now.

I know that if we had dedicated a moment of thought that night to things beyond “The Perfect Cocktail to Toast the New Year,” we would have realized that the next decade would be the most important of our lives. But we were newlyweds in formal attire that had a party to attend with a couple thousand of our closest friends.

And here we are. That entire decade is over. I’m now 36. Which merely the thought of would probably have sent 12 year old me into some kind of depression. Of course I realize that 36 isn’t old. I might have a few creaks in my knees. A couple of very charming smile lines around my eyes. Some grey hairs. And let’s not even talk about the effects of gravity on the girls…But you know what? I feel fantastic. I’m quite possibly in the best shape of my life. And HELLO. I am damn cute! Not even in that “for a mom” kind of way. So there.

So many things have happened over the course of the last 10 years that will shape the rest of our lives. Mr. G started our business. We moved into our “forever house” and bought our little mountain escape. Most importantly, we became parents. 6th grade Clover probably wanted to be a mom someday. 26 year old Clover was wondering when it might feel like the right time for “someday” to arrive. Thirty-six year old Clover can’t imagine how we ever stumbled through the world without our kids to teach us about love and laughter and really living.

Tonight we start a whole new decade. When it ends I will be the mother of a 16 and 13 year old. Honestly, I can’t even imagine what that will look like. I just know it’s going to get here a whole lot faster than we want it to.

Happy New Year!
~Clover

Thursday, December 30, 2010



Mr. G found this picture of Sweet William on his computer yesterday. Every time I look at it, it takes my breath away.

~Clover

Wednesday, December 29, 2010



I hope everyone had a lovely Christmas! Ours was pretty fantastic. The whole month of December was in fact. We made a lot of cookies. We went Christmas Caroling in our neighborhood. I made the kids drive around and look at an obscene amount of Christmas lights. And we made it to church on Christmas Eve this year. Which you wouldn’t think would be difficult since that’s the only time a lot of people make it to church. But…with the party hopping we do so that we can spend time with all of our family, it’s been tough make it to mass.

We’ve learned a thing or two at Casa Del Clover this holiday season. Thing number one is that 4th quarter is a little Scroogey for our family business. It took us three years to figure out that little seasonal slump. But now we get it. And we’ll be moving through 2011 with that in mind.

The second, and most important thing that we learned is that thing number one doesn’t have anything to do with Christmas cheer. We cut way back on the amount of gifts we purchased this year, the number of people we purchased for, and the amount we spent overall. And it didn’t even matter. Not one bit. There were still squeals and smiles and lots of ripped paper on Christmas morning. (That’s right. I channeled my grandmother and wrapped boxes of sugar cereal. I worried that it would be ghetto. They LOVED it.)

Phew! I guess it doesn’t matter how many Hallmark movies you watch, sometimes you just have to learn life’s lessons firsthand.

Incidentally, part of the reason that our kids didn’t have to worry about whether or not Santa was coming down the chimney is because they have grandparents who spoil them rotten. So please don’t misunderstand our reigned in spending for a minimalist holiday. We are good people. But we aren’t Saints. I would love to tell you that our little family got through the holidays on love and baked goods. But there was an awful lot of Mattel and electronics up in here. C’est la vie. And thank God for the abundance we are blessed with here at Casa Del Clover. I know that many aren’t so lucky.

Kids being kids and all, mine were pretty caught up in the Santa-ness of the season this year. Sweet Pea wrote approximately 84,000 letters to Santa. She eagerly climbed up on his lap to tell him her hearts desires. And she wrote him a love note to leave with his plate of cookies. Will was more skeptical of his face to face encounter with the big guy. He didn’t mutter a single syllable while he was sitting on his lap. But he did smile. And he didn’t scream, cry, or even flinch. Progress!

I think the big difference is that Sweet Pea thinks of Santa as a jolly old elf with a big sack of toys. Will sees him more as a prosecuting attorney. He kept singing the lyrics to “Santa Claus is Coming to Town” in a tone that suggested he was checking his rule book. He must have told me a million times that he did NOT want rocks for Christmas. On Sunday he informed me in a relieved voice that “Santa isn’t watching me anymore.” (My loss. Clearly.)

It’s Ok though. I have no doubts that he’ll be able to afford the therapy he may someday need to help him get over his deep seeded fear of Santa. Besides, that made room in his heart for his number one favorite person this Christmas season - Baby Jesus himself! It seems to be the trend when you’re three at our house. One adorable year of sweet and innocent Baby Jesus love before you get wise to the gift racket. And for the record, I will sing Away in a Manger as many times as they ask.

Bittersweet.

The dismantling of Christmas is slowly beginning here. I start my new job on Monday, and the thought of my house looking like a corner of the North Pole all next week is making me stabby. But I still have some pictures to share, so Clover might be holly jolly for a while longer. This Christmas was fabulous and I want to remember it through the eyes of my 3 and 6 year old kiddos. I have a sneaking suspicion that next year won’t be quite the same.

~Clover

Monday, December 27, 2010

I have been dying to share my latest photobook creation. But since it was a Christmas present for my FIL, I had to wait. These are pictures from our trip to the cabin at Dworshak this summer. Enjoy!


Click here to view this photo book.



~Clover

Saturday, December 25, 2010

MERRY CHRISTMAS!



I hope your Christmas is full of love, joy and abundant blessings.

~Clover and Crew

Friday, December 24, 2010

Allow me to be Queen Obvious here for just a second and say, December has been a crazy busy month. We have been decking the halls, making merry and all kinds of other fa la la la la-ing. I have even been taking some fun pictures of all our snowy holiday adventures. But I haven't had two seconds to sit down and type. (Or play in Photoshop, and quite frankly that's the really important part.)

So I will just take a moment to tell you that I got that job I was going on and on about a few posts ago. I start January 3rd. And while I am excited about the job, I am fa-reak-ing out about the whole "leaving my house and children on a daily basis in clothing other than yoga pants" aspect of it. More on that once we get rolling, I'm sure. Much more in fact. Bear with me.

Once the mad mele is over here - next week, I'm guessing - I am hoping to have time to edit all the pictures I took on our Polar Express train ride along Idaho's scenic Highway 55. It was gorgeous, and of course a total dream come true for my Santa and train obsessed children.

For now, I leave you with this:

My sister-in-law Scarlet's near professional quality Christmas cookie decorating.


And mine:


In all fairness, this was by FAR the worst one. And I had clearly just given up at this point. But really. My 3 year old did better than this...

Ho Ho Ho
~Clover

Wednesday, December 01, 2010

It's a snow day!! It's a snow day!! It's a snow day!!

We have had the weirdest weather lately. Although, if I think about it, it's only weird because of how retro-normal it is.

First October was really warm and sunny. And then the second half of November was cold, cold, cold and snowy. We're kicking off December with almost a foot of snow on the ground. Remnicient of my childhood. But unusual for the last few years.

Poor Mr. G had to go buy a new snow shovel this morning because our wimpy one couldn't handle the driveway. And after an hour of hard labor out there, you can hardly tell he shoveled.

The kids and I have big plans to get the house ready for full blown Christmas decorating to commence. (Sorry honey. We are ignoring the "no Christmas until after your birthday" rule this year.) And we might bake cookies.

I'm also thinking about starting on my birthday treat for Mr. G's birthday dinner on Saturday. (If you're going to be in McCall, come on over!) I'm making red velvet cake balls a la Bakerella. Should be yummy.

Remembering to enjoy the unexpected today...

~Clover