Monday, February 1, 2016

life::an outtake

It was 22 days before Brooks' first birthday that we found out I was pregnant with #3. Today I reflected a lot on that day.. because in 22 days, my third and final baby will be turning ONE.

Monday, January 25, 2016

my weekend in photos.

#fridaynightprobz

But it's fine, because I had a StitchFix delivery on my doorstep.

We've finally entered the stage that Brooks doesn't knock Owen's creations down as they are being built (and even asks Owen to build him "houses.") But Sadie does. So this didn't last long.

Every weekend we get to watch this baller ball. Those years, they just fly.

As little sis gets to play cheerleader with her newly learned trick. #clappingallday

And then while Owen & Colby had a date to see the Harlem Globetrotters..

..and eat giant ice cream sundaes..

I got to hang with these two pals for an adorable afternoon.


And sometimes, every once in a blue moon, I get to reunite with these lovely ladies. And eat really healthy, followed by sinful sugary indulgence. 

Friday, January 22, 2016

Sadie's Christmas Eve bow.

My Christmas Eve was nearly ruined by this lovely green bow. Or rather, the lack of its existence upon my sweet baby girl's head for her very first Christmas in this world.


We spent the better part of our Christmas eve morning cleaning the house and baking some cookie's for Santa's arrival, then started getting everyone ready for our annual Christmas Eve service at church which is followed by dinner with my in-law family. In the chaos that is getting our family of 5 out the door, we had a few items that were to be grabbed on our way out: shoes for Brooks, bottle for the diaper bag, a coat for Owen, gifts for my in-laws... and Sadie's green bow. Halfway to church, I turned to Colby and said, "You grabbed Sadie's bow, didn't you?"

I'll spare you the unpleasant details of the rest of our trip in the car and into our Christmas Eve service, but the bow was nowhere to be found. Following the church service, my husband dropped the kids and I off at the in-laws, then headed all the way back home to search for the bow. Unfortunately, the trip resulted in the only Christmas-y bow he could find - a red one.

By the time he had returned, I was a glass of wine in, and surrounded by family that I can be transparent with, and be loved by just the same. We snapped a photo of our family anyway. 


As it turned out, the evening wasn't a total bust. With some perspective (and wine), I was feeling really blessed to be spending that holiday eve with my KC in-law family that have become my own.

The bow turned up on Christmas morning during our drive to brunch. I made plans in that instant to play dress-up with the kids one day in the near future to snap some "proper" photos of the crew. Here they are!





Monday, January 18, 2016

my weekend in photos.

We had hoped to have Grandpa in town, but he came down with a cold. It was a 4-day weekend for Owen, turned into 5 days with a random 24 hr. bout of a stomach bug that seemed to have isolated itself (knock on wood) to our oldest. We took it pretty easy all weekend. A little basketball, a birthday party, an impromptu couch shopping trip, housework at a minimum, some planning our future, some haircuts (both human and animal), cookie baking, and keeping close to home.










Thursday, January 14, 2016

life::an outtake


Around 1:30 AM this morning, I'm awakened by a loud whisper voice: "Mom. Mom. Mom! Do you know where Brooksy is?"

Huh???

After a quick and frantic sweep of his bed, bedroom, and upstairs level, I woke my husband in the very same manner. Disoriented and frazzled, we are loud whispering through the house (so as to not wake Sadie) with no answer. I flip on a light to find him sitting on a couch on our first level, in complete darkness, holding his blanket to his cheek (as he does when he's sleepy) with his eyes open and staring into the darkness.

When I said his name again, he turns his head slowly towards the lit room I'm standing in, and in a soft, calm voice says, "Hi, momma.." For a split-second, I was certain his head was going to start spinning in circles. I don't know which was more terrifying- his disappearance or finding him.