Friday, August 21, 2015

my weekend in photos.

Since my weekend didn't technically end until Tuesday night, I've had a little trouble finding the time to get in my blog post.

All dressed up, with no place to go. Sadie and I packed for a girls weekend, arrived to the airport with time to spare, made it to our gate (and through security with 70,000 items in tow) to be told our flight was delayed 3 hours. Which soon turned into 5 hours, and no guarantee of even that time. Needless to say, attempt #2 for a flight to Indy ended in another round trip day trip to the KC airport. And no one was as mad about it as this little lady.

I called my crew back to the airport to fetch me and got to go to the pool with my boys while Sadie hung back at home with Colby for a nap.

Sadie and I finally made it to Indy on Sunday afternoon for a quick trip to visit my dad, brother, and the new house.

And the new puppy.

And these two were inseparable.

I got a quick visit in with some family and my high school BFF, but mostly hung around the new digs with my dad. We stopped by the old house briefly on my way back to the airport. It was unreal, heartbreaking, overwhelming, and just.. crazy.
Meanwhile, back in KC, my oldest was rocking the kindergarten scene while his younger brother was getting some one-on-one attention with his nana and the nanny. Then our big stuff two-year-old finally got upgraded to a twin bed, after many nights of climbing into Owen's bed. Thank goodness for technology!


It was good to get home, and we've kicked off a family weekend at the lake. Hopefully I'll get this weekend's post done a little sooner!

Wednesday, August 12, 2015

brooks, lately. [2 year old edition.]

We have a two-year-old little boy living under our roof. Again. And he's a cute one. Our Brooksy.


He's demonstrated on more than one occasion just how two he is with his frequent "No's" and occasional tantrums, or other versions of asserting his little two-year-old independence. 


But even so, this age is a fun one. Watching as my little baby-turned-toddler really transforms with his exploding vocabulary, developing confidence, evolving interests and abundant personality.

Two-year-old Brooks is still a momma's boy. As long as I'm present, I'm the adult companion of choice, but he is perfectly content to be left with babysitters, in Sunday school, or other family when I'm not around. 

He is a Mickey Mouse Clubhouse superfan, with a peaking interest in Dinosaur Train. We have yet to see him take any interest in any movies, though he hasn't been given a lot of opportunity, either.

He is a shadow of his big brother, often mimicking his play, words, and interests. He loves to play baseball. He loves to climb into his twin bed and fall asleep there. He wants to join in any activity he sees Owen doing - whether that be a board game, jumping from the couch, or brushing his teeth.

His favorite toys are his big brother's Basketball Guys and Batcave, but also loves to draw, be rough and tumbly, play with his toy kitchen, the marble run set, or any other toy that involves getting out lots of pieces.

He loves to sing. LOVES to sing. Among his favorites include songs like Twinkle Twinkle Little Star, Uptown Funk, Let it Go, Ghost, Old McDonald, Pherrel's Happy, and the ABC's. Sometimes we hear gibberish sung to an unrecognizable tune, as well. And 90% of the time he sings, it's at the top of his lungs.

And speaking of, a lot of his conversation is done in that manner. We can be 6 feet away from him and he decides he needs to yell for us. Don't bother trying to ignore him if you're mid-conversation with someone else as it becomes increasingly impossible with each chant of your name. 

Food is a sensitive subject for this one. The child is far more difficult than Owen ever was in that department. Let's just say.. dinnertime is a delight when we're not serving mac n' cheese. I swear the child survives on 50 calories per day.

He is finally sporting a decent head of super-fine stick straight hair, with an occasional flippy curl around the ear. He has big brown eyes, with beautiful lashes. He has an arch in his back, and is just the cutest little thing to watch walking around, owning the ground he walks on.

He can be incredibly charming, and quite a comedian. He loves to make us laugh, and does a really good job of it. Soaking up our fun and spunky toddler before he grows up on us.. We love you, Boo Boo Bear!


Sunday, August 9, 2015

my weekend in photos.

We didn't repeat our Friday night family dinner this week, as I had instead made plans to go out for dinner with a few from work. We were feeling extra hip in our old age and hopped about the trendy Westport from an uber darling champagne bar called Ca Va, to Port Fonda, to Julep - a cocktail bar. See? Hip.


We ran some errands Saturday morning as a family, then I allowed myself to doze off for a quick snooze while the babies slept before heading to the pool.


Owen continues to become more and more brave. He didn't flip on purpose, but he sure was proud of himself when he came back up!

We're nearing the end of pool season, and Brooks showed off his bravery by voluntarily "jumping" (leaning forward) from the side of the pool while holding our hands. Another major stride as the summer is winding down. Love watching him finally take ownership of his ability to have fun at the pool. Sweet little guy.


Raindrops.

Kirkwood prefers a pillow to rest his head.


We went out with some Hoosier friends for a dinner celebration at JJ's on Saturday night, thanks to a new last minute babysitter.

We had a slow Sunday morning and hit up the later service this week. The boys went to the pool, while I stayed home with a little lady snoozer. After dinner, Colby headed to softball, and I'm fighting the urge to fall asleep in the 8 o'clock hour. Fun weekend.. and a very exciting week ahead!

Tuesday, August 4, 2015

my weekend in photos

We've gotten into this really wonderful routine of going out to dinner on Friday nights this past month. This week we tried Tom + Chee - a creative menu of grilled cheese and tomato soups, with a few fun extras.



We met a gaggle of soon-to-be kindergarteners from Owen's class for an end-of-summer playdate at the pool before everyone goes off their separate directions for school in a couple of weeks. Owen really did make the sweetest friends this past year - I'm sure going to miss their sweet faces and the closeness of their class.


I may or may not have come out of there looking like I've never met sunscreen, but at least my Saturday afternoon hair appointment redeemed me a bit.


We headed to the pool again on Sunday for awhile before Colby's softball games and babies' naps, then hung at home for the remainder of our Sunday night.


Sunday, July 26, 2015

life::an outtake


I arrived at the ticketing counter with my stroller, carseat, my almost 2-year-old, my 5-month-old, a diaper bag filled to the brim, laptop, purse, and suitcase on Saturday morning and was told I was not going to make my flight. Somewhere in my planning, I miscalculated the time I needed to leave the house, though I'd been up and ready long before my departure.

The morning, while hectic, ran unexpectedly smoothly. I had gone to bed the night before with a migraine, leaving all of my packing for the next morning, in addition to loading everyone up to take the dogs for boarding. I had even volunteered to take my sister-in-law and nephew along with me to the airport since they were flying to meet the Dischinger clan in New York for their grandparents' wedding anniversary. I was pretty proud of my accomplished morning.

Yet here I was, suddenly without a plane to board, arms full of an accomplished morning in the form of babies and baggage. I sobbed. It was instant and automatic.

The sweet Southwest Airlines employee, in the midst of my instant despair, climbed over the baggage scales from the ticketing counter and hugged me. Honestly, it comforted me more than I could have expected.

On the bright side, Brooks was thrilled to climb back onto the big blue bus for our ride back to our parking lot. We even happened to have the same driver who greeted us with, "Uh Oh," remembering she had dropped us off not long before.

We all made it home in one piece. (Dogs, included.) We had popcorn and homemade chocolate milkshakes for dinner. And after the babes were put to bed, this momma had a glass of wine. Catch ya another weekend, Hoosierland.