Tuesday, May 10, 2016

life::an outtake.


Owen came with me to work early this morning until it was time to take him to school. While I got right to work, I set him free with a pen and post-its.

"Mom, I wrote you a note."

I picked it up to read. He read it aloud over my shoulder:

"I love you infinity times up to heaven and back down. And I love you more than that."

We had to hurry off to school shortly after, but I cannot tell you how many times I've read and re-read this love note from my Kindergartener. It's now hanging on the wall by my desk, and will be filed under I. can't. even. 

Monday, May 9, 2016

my weekend in photos.

I got to celebrate our sweet nanny's baby girl on the way at her shower on Saturday morning. The kids helped me "decorate" the gift wrap.

And THEN.. I took photos at my first ever wedding with one of my favorite people by my side. Aside from wanting to amputate my toes by the end of the night from a poor shoe choice, I really enjoyed the experience and hope it's not the last opportunity I have!


For Mother's Day on Sunday, Colby made my favorite breakfast and my current favorite dinner. We had stuffed french toast and grilled chicken quesadillas and my belly was so happy.

The morning was sunny and beautiful. After we were all ready for church (with time to spare?), we hung in the back yard and on the back porch.


After church and the babes were down for a nap, I may have fallen asleep for a quick cat nap while the storms rolled in.

It was the perfect amount of dark and stormy and rumbly with a steady rainfall for sitting on the porch again for an entirely different kind of perfect. The younger two were napping which allowed me some personal space and a peaceful afternoon sitting and reading and chatting with Colby & Owen.

Sadie and I took a girls trip to Target and perused the aisles until she decided she wasn't having it anymore. Home just in time for bedtime to kiss each of my people goodnight, and tell them how happy it makes me to be their mama.

Was missing my own mama this weekend, but feel really fortunate that she has given me so many reasons to celebrate her on this day.

Happy Mother's Day to all of you amazing mamas out there!

Sunday, May 8, 2016

Happy Mother's Day to my angel mommy.


I have your hair - it's voluminous, unruly, and it even mimicked your early onset of grey. Like yours, my eyes squint when I smile, and my hands and feet seem to look more like yours by the day. We share the same middle name (Elizabeth) and same favorite color (green). I share your love of fresh strawberries, beach vacations, country music, and bargain shopping. You taught me there wasn't a Julia Roberts movie that isn't worth watching, that purging your belongings regularly is a necessity for my sanity, and that a girl can never have too many pairs of shoes in her closet. But most of what I learned from you was what you taught by example. About character. You wore your heart on your sleeve, and it bled for you family. Your gentle and welcoming presence drew people near, and your kindness, empathy, and capacity for love kept them close. You had the ability to laugh in crummy circumstances, and to find good in the bad. Your example of humility, selflessness, grace, beauty, and unfailing love are what I strive to mirror. You have given me so much to celebrate.


Happy Mother's Day to my angel mommy.💞

Monday, May 2, 2016

my weekend in photos.

Colby left Thursday for his annual trip to the Ozarks with his friend Dave (and Kirkwood) for the NFL Draft. I'm just happy it didn't fall on Mother's Day this year.

Sadie celebrated the first couple of nights by several wake-ups after she had been put to bed. Like... several. So any hopes of a full night's rest in my king sized bed all to myself (well, and Macygirl) went right out the window.

I celebrated with nightly homemade chocolate shakes. Because they are so good it's not even fair.



I did some brave/crazy things like take all 3 to an open house to see if this house was worth bringing Colby back to the next day.  (It wasn't.)



And to look at some handy-work of Colby's cousin in his high school shop class. (Um, jealous of that skill!)



That one worked out because there were some kid-friendly hands-on exhibits. Like this one. (Eek!)




A friend had recently taught me that she counts her husband's time away by number of bedtimes. This photo was taken just before bedtime #3 - the final one I had to pilot solo. These people are crazy, man.



 Meanwhile, life at the lake...........



So on Sunday morning I was patting myself on the back for getting our crew all up and ready and out the door for church. But I was a little too high on my horse, and instead of waiting in the long drive-thru line at Starbucks (because caffeine), I thought it would be a good idea to unload all 3 of them to go inside. Brooks make the biggest scene I may have ever had to endure in a public setting, and I almost left less one cowboy. (Kidding... kinda.)



But there was this moment before church when Owen, from the next room with Sadie says, "Mom, would you come LOOK at this girl?! She's so cute. That's as much cuteness as I've ever seen."



But my caffeine, my children, and I made it from the parking lot and in the door and checked into Sunday school and church service. I needed Jesus. And my parenting partner. Thank goodness, Daddy was on his way home.

Just in time to head to O-man's first game of the season!



Friday, April 29, 2016

life::an outtake.


Living with children who like very few foods, the introduction of dinner on a nightly basis is often the beginning of a downward spiral. Last week was a week from hell in the nighttime department. (I blame the full moon.) There wasn't a single evening that wasn't a sh*tshow put on by the children-three.

One night while Colby was away, I had conversations like,
Owen (in tears): "I just made my whole life ruined!"
Me: "Well, Owen, that was a little dramatic. AND. Your whole life is not ruined because you've lost your dessert privilege this evening."

And,
Me: "Do you think what I did is fair?"
Owen (tears): "No.."
Me: "And why is that?"
Owen (with gusto): "Because I am nice and I'm a Christian!"

This left field answer was in response to me taking away his Garfield books for awhile after repeating some unkind Garfield - Odie dialogue to our dog, Macy. This boy is passionate.

But then, the weekend rolled in, and we had the best weekend outdoors - and I had happy and pleasant children who didn't turn into monsters at dinner and bedtime. And so I began this week feeling refreshed and far enough from the events, that some moments shared with my quotable kid were now laughable.

Well. Then Dad leaves for a weekend (ahem, 3 bedtimes, I mean), and we were bound to have at least one night filled with... emotion.

So tonight while sobbing, "Nighttime is not my favorite time of day. After dinner, I never have any fun!" - my eldest, and yet surprisingly not most dramatic son.

And my response?

"WORD."