Word of the Day Wednesday

I love the word “maritime”. I think it’s wonderfully romantic and classic. Also, I’ve been dreaming of the water.

For Miles’ birthday we took our camper up to Bellingham and stayed for two nights. I did get some water time in with my family.

Do you see the rock formations in the foreground? I took the paddle board out and climbed all over them. They are incredibly beautiful.

Happy Wednesday friends.❤️

-Rach

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Parenthood Can Break Your Heart And Make it Stronger

My daughter had a reaction to yogurt, eggs, and peanut butter (puffy eyes/ hives).

Turns out, she is allergic to dairy, eggs, and pretty much all nuts. Dogs and cats.

But not dust. Which honestly blew my mind. Isn’t everyone allergic to dust to some extent?

Anyway.

I thought after learning my oldest was born with a heart defect, nothing could phase me. I was very wrong.

I’ve been a nervous wreck since we found out on Friday. Questions keep emerging: What will she eat? Will people bully her? Will she have a “normal” life? How many time will I have to save her life with an epi pen? What if I’m not there during a reaction?

I’ve already cleansed the house of offending ingredients, I just wish I could organize (control) her future.

Perhaps the most important task as a mother with two children who have health conditions is to teach and encourage them to be their own defender.

I’ll write more as time goes on. If I tried to cram all of my feelings into this post I’d have a million bunny trails and a Costoco-size pile of Kleenex by my chair.

-Rach

Bitmoji Morning

You guys, I jumped on the Bitmoji bandwagon.

How fun and narcissistic that we can turn ourselves into caricatures?!

Anyway, I’m totally getting a kick out of it while (I’m sure) simultaneously annoying friends and family with my Bitmoji updates.

I hope you all have a fabulous week. I’ll see you all on Word of the Day Wednesday.

Happy Monday everyone. What are you looking forward to this week (big or small)?

-Rach

Mother’s Day Recapture

Happy Monday!

First off, I’m sorry I didn’t post Sunday Social yesterday and that I didn’t notify everyone that it wasn’t going to happen. I got very caught up in Mother’s Day.

Second, happy belated Mother’s Day to all of the strong, beautiful, tough mamas out there.

To anyone who felt grief or loss yesterday for your own reasons, my heart goes out to you. I know that while yesterday was a day of celebration it can also be painful for people who have lost their own mother or a child.

Holidays can be rough.

Over here in Washington, we celebrated with my mom and went paddle boarding on the lake.

Have a wonderful week. See you on Wednesday.

-Rachel

Favorite Thing About Spring

What is your favorite thing about spring right now?

We’ve had beautiful weather the last few days and it’s suppose to be 80 tomorrow. I love spring! It’s hard to pick my favorite aspect but right now it has to be basking in the warmth.

I take my children outside and just stand in the sun. Maybe I’m needing the Vitamin D.

Everything feels deliciously lazy and slow. I’m really just living in the moment and enjoying life.

Hope to hear your thoughts about spring in the comments below.🌸

Rachel

Life Update: Happy Crazy Campers

Hi friends,

Miles and I decided we weren’t busy enough (haha) and we bought a 2003 camper. And she is a fixer upper!

We have big plans. Redo the sleep space, walls, floor, cushions, and curtains. Basically we are keeping the bones and the appliances.

Miles started demolishing the walls.

Big shout out to my crafty friend AJ who made the sign for us!

I’ll post more updates as we go!

Wish us luck!❤️

Rachel

For My Valentine

Your mere existence reminds me every day that anything is possible. Your gentle, patient, loving nature, so unlike anything I’d experienced before. You, my husband are beyond anything I’d ever known.

Nobody makes me laugh like you do. You are so funny without trying.

I’m still in awe of you. I still crush hard on you. You are the one I want to be with forever. You are my home.

Happy Valentine’s Day to you my Love.

*******

AND Happy Valentine’s Day to you my friends! This year Miles surprised me with inflatable stand up paddle boards. I’m SO excited to get out and use them. Stay tuned for pictures of our paddling adventures.

Photography note: Miles staged this photo last weekend. We had a lot of fun and a lot of laughs getting that pose.

♥Have a wonderful day.♥

-Rachel McKee

Take Me Home River

Take me home river.

Ride your current,

go with the flow.

By childhood dreams

and brother streams,

Take me home river,

take me home.

Stars guide the way,

to the family that stayed.

The light burns inside,

for the kin who strayed.

Take me home river,

take me home.

– Rachel McKee

Eat the Cookie

I don’t want to be the woman who has to lose 10 pounds. I’ve known women who “want to lose 10 pounds” for 10+ years.

I don’t want to deprive myself a cookie.

I don’t want to pinch my midsection in the mirror. I won’t do it.

Yet, here I am, skin between my fingers.

I won’t pull on my face, this way, that way. Watching the history that’s written on my face disappear for one superficial moment.

Most of the time I am not that woman, but I am not entirely immune to societal expectations. But, what are my expectations?

We must be skinny. No, no, no that’s not “in” anymore. We must be strong. Strong is the new skinny. Curvy, but not too curvy. Healthy, yes, healthy. Anyway, I definitely should not eat that cookie.

Has social media really made self-image worst? No, it’s our heritage, tradition, culture. We inherit our body obsession like the fattening family recipes we serve our husbands but never and I mean NEVER should eat ourselves.

Both of my grandmothers were thin, elegant, and beautiful. One had five children, the other six. Even after all of those children their waists still looked corseted. They made delicious pies, but I don’t recall them ever taking a bite.

Scrambling around the dinner table was the woman’s place. Never eating there, getting her fill. No, my grandmother would drink her coffee black. No sugar. No cream. Smoking a cigarette. This was expected.

I want my portion. Most of the time I take it. Sometimes I take more than my share and I’m back to measuring my sin with pinching fingers.

I remember a time when I had such restraint. Such control, but there was always a hunger.

How do I navigate these murky waters and lead a life where the scale doesn’t measure my worth? More important how do I steer my daughter away from an inheritance of self scrutiny?

If I talk about food and weight am I preaching? If I don’t broach the subject am I neglectful? What of my son? Men too are not immune from the warped looking-glass.

Everything in moderation I suppose.

-Rachel McKee

Weekend Get Away

Hi everyone,

First, I want to thank everyone who participated in Sunday Social. I’ve had the best time meeting new people and catching up with old friends.

I feel very lucky because I got to read your incredible blogs from this amazing cabin in Shelton, Washington with my family.

While I was reading your incredible writing I was also taking in this view.

Here are some more pictures from our trip. We left Sunday and arrived home this afternoon.

Thank you again everyone. It means so much that you shared your beautiful blogs at my virtual party.

I hope to see you all again this Sunday.❤️

-Rachel