THURSDAY'S THOUGHTS

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FEELING: Last Sunday while playing with blocks and dinosaurs in Max's bedroom, my child declared that stripes are kind of like his camouflage. Yes, my mama heart swelled with serious pride upon his proclamation. Also, it's rather perceptive of him considering the fact that he's been sporting them since day one and 75% of his bedroom (dare I say our house) is covered in the pattern. Ha!

THANKFUL FOR: I can't tell you how much I appreciate your support regarding yesterday's post. It makes me incredibly grateful for this online community. Just as the GIF promises, this will all make perfect sense someday. We can do hard things.

THINKING ABOUT: When my parents visited Delaware over the 4th of July, my mom and I created a little jute rug hack that I thought I'd pass along to you now that I know it's effective. In the event you also have one of these textured rugs and you're starting to see a little wear and tear in areas where there's high traffic (places in which the weave is getting loose and starting to pull), you can reinforce the back of the worn spots with strips of Gorilla Tape. Upon settling into the new house after Swell Rio, I was a little nervous about two areas in particular, but this has helped tremendously.

READING: In her Rising Strong podcast on Oprah's Super Soul Sunday, Brené Brown cited a Theodore Roosevelt quote that was so poignant I had to listen to her repeat it twice and then proceeded to jot it down in the notes app on my phone. Here goes:

It is not the critic who counts; not the man who points out how the strong man stumbles, or where the doer of deeds could have done them better. The credit belongs to the man who is actually in the arena, whose face is marred by dust and sweat and blood; who strives valiantly; who errs, who comes short again and again, because there is no effort without error and shortcoming; but who does actually strive to do the deeds; who knows great enthusiasms, the great devotions; who spends himself in a worthy cause; who at the best knows in the end the triumph of high achievement, and who at the worst, if he fails, at least fails while daring greatly, so that his place shall never be with those cold and timid souls who neither know victory nor defeat.

LISTENING TO: Good gracious! Flyboy's absence this past week meant lots of cretaceous-themed dance parties as well as our fair share of meltdowns. I much prefer Koo Koo Kangaroo's Dino Stomp to dramatic toddler scuffles, which have been all-too frequent. 
 

WATCHING: Oh. My. Word. The RHONY reunion has me shook. What the hell is even going on here? It feels like a giant gang up on Bethenny. I swear I'm not being overly sensitive of the SkinnyGirl, but even Andy looks overwhelmed by it all! 

EATING: Flyboy got back late last night and since he has Thursday off, we plan on making today a beach day in Lewes. While Max is pumped about dipping his toes in the ocean and digging around in the sand, I'm in it for lunch at Agave. Gimme that guac sampler!

LOVING: It's no secret I take great pride in my bed making skills. After all, it's one of the first things I check off my to-do list after I wake up each morning. For this reason, I would usually cringe if someone messed with my fluffed up masterpiece; however, Beesly gets a pass. She reigns as queen, of course! Whenever we're gone for more than two hours, I've noticed that she takes it upon herself to lay on our bed while we're away. This ritual is fairly new and I think it has something to do with the fact that our platform bed sits a little lower than our previous setup in Texas and Hawaii making it easier for her to get up. In her old age, this little bitty does what she wants and it's pretty hilarious.

Enough about me. How are you feeling today? What are you up to? Thanks for stopping by!!