Sunday, May 31, 2015

my weekend in photos.

We had an unseasonably chilly start to our weekend. And more rain. I think it was something like the 24th day with rain in the previous 28 or something along those lines. Ridiculous. My 2-day work week had come to an end, and I was ready to be home with my family. 

Saturday we were in long sleeves, pants, and still cold at Owen's baseball game. My weather app swears it was 60, but I'm not buying it. Brr.

I was able to break away for a short bit for our monthly brunch bunch at Chez Elle (a crepery downtown) with my sisters-in-law.

I spent most of the afternoon baking and party-prepping until the kids went to bed when I escaped for a Saturday night shopping trip to pick up a few things I had forgotten, but of course ended up being a 2 hour endeavor. 

Sunday morning was spent assembling fruit kebabs. Then while the babies napped, Owen & Colby headed off to his second baseball game of the weekend. 

We hosted Owen's 5th birthday party - his first "friends" party. He had the best time reuniting with his pals after a couple of weeks of summer break. 


He spent the rest of his evening opening his new toys, while Brooks found himself in heaven with the party balloons, which he took to bed with him. (And I removed for safe sleeping.) I also really sucked at taking photos this weekend, so hopefully next weekend will be a little better. :)

Can't believe this wraps up the month of May - a crazy one for the books. Bring on summer!

Saturday, May 30, 2015

my [long holiday] weekend in photos.

Well, before the tragic and shocking phone call came on Monday eve, I was having a really amazing extended holiday weekend. Sorry for the delay - what a crazy week it's been!

Grandpa sure does love his granddaughter. (And he sure does love hollering for me when she poops.) 

This one loves the outdoors these days. So having some extra space and new territory to cover was a lot of fun for him.

My dad hosted a birthday celebration for Owen. He had a ball. 

Our final eve I took the boys for a nature walk - we visited with the sheep, explored the pond, and soaked up the beautiful evening weather we were having.

Tuckered out.

Our family went to visit Grandma. Owen sure does miss her.

Fencerow, wild flowers, bird feeder.

My favorite backyard on the night we arrived.

Brooks loved the sheep until they baaa'ed at him. 


Love having the opportunity to visit with friends and family while I'm in town. 


We really love taking our dogs to visit - they are in their element with the extra land. 

Once we were close to home, we opened the sunroof which Kirkwood took full advantage of. Love a dog's jowls flapping in the wind.

I'm so very thankful we were able to squeeze in this trip between Colby's grandpa's passing and the funeral. As it turns out, this trip has become even more special to us as it was our family's last time staying in the home I grew up in (and also Sadie's first time). 

Friday, May 29, 2015

life::an outtake

 
 My husband be a crazy fool.

I received a text from him from our basement a half hour after I had gone upstairs to bed to come down.

"Come down."
"You come up. Bedtime." 
"Please. 2 mins."
"What."
"Come down. Please."

Uuuggghhhhh. So I drag myself out of bed. (Though I was hardly near sleep. Life be too cray to sleep.) When I get down there, he was covered in sweat next to the treadmill and asked me to take a picture. REALLY? You are calling me out of bed totakeaPICTURE?!

But when I got closer to the treadmill, he showed me why. That crazy man hopped on the treadmill to get in a run and just. wouldn't. stop. He ran 13.1 miles. A half marathon. On the TREADMILL. Wha?!

It will take me a good year before I reach the point of being able to do that. Outdoors. (A lifetime could go by, and I'm pretty sure I'll never be able to reach that kind of mileage on a treadmill.) And even then, his time will still be better than mine. (He was around 2:10) He's not a "runner." He's gone for maybe ten 1-2 mile runs in the past couple of months. Just. Whatever. In so many ways, though, I'm not the least bit surprised as this is my husband in a nutshell. When he gets his mind set on something, he's all in. Don't even bother trying to stand in his way.

Thursday, May 28, 2015

birthday questions. [owen at 5.]



  What is your favorite color? Red.
  What is your favorite toy? Baseball guys.
  What is your favorite tv show? Mickey Mouse Clubhouse.
  What is your favorite movie? Winnie the Pooh.
  What is your favorite thing to eat for lunch or dinner? Peanut Butter and Jelly for lunch & pizza for dinner.
  What is your favorite outfit? Athletic shorts, my tall socks with basketball shoes, and KC Royals shirt.
  What is your favorite game? "Guy Game." which is MLB game on Colby's PS3.
  Who is your best friend? Roy.
  What is your favorite animal? Cheetah.
  What is your favorite song? Uptown Funk.
  What is your favorite thing to eat for breakfast? Waffles.
  What is your favorite thing to do outside? Play with water guns.
  What is your favorite drink? Milk.
  What is your favorite holiday? Cinco de Mayo
  What do you like to take to bed with you at night? Little Mickey.
  What do you want to be when you grow up? Teacher.
  What is your favorite book? Magic School Bus.
  What is your favorite treat/dessert? Ice cream.
  What do you love about yourself? My arms to reach things with and my legs to walk and run. 
  What do you pray about? Protect our house. 
  What’s your favorite thing to do with Daddy? Play baseball.
  What’s your favorite thing to do with Mommy? Bake.

I would say his answers are pretty accurate this year. Favorite answer: Cinco de Mayo. It's totally random for a 5-year-old, but he actually did love it this year.

Since I had to work on Owen's birthday this year, I got up early enough to make some chocolate chip pancakes for the birthday boy. (Though, I guess as it turns out I should have made waffles!) It was a rainy day which spoiled Daddy's plans to go to the farm, so they took a trip to Costco instead where he got to pick out a fun toy: water squirt pumps. (Cue favorite outside game.) He got to watch a movie, play guy game, and have pizza for lunch. When I got home, we all loaded up and went to the bowling alley since his baseball game got rained out. He was super proud to score 1 of his 4 games over 100 (with bumpers.) setting his new record of 109. Birthday boys get to choose wherever they want for dinner, so we found ourselves at Sonic. (Clearly, the choice was his own.) Owen and I played a game of Mousetrap after we had put the babies to bed - just the two of us, past his bedtime. I think he had a great day, and is looking forward to celebrating his birthday some more with family and friends this weekend!

(You can click to look back at Owen's birthday questions at 3 & 4.)

Wednesday, May 27, 2015

a tragic day.



I received this photo from my brother approximately 12 hours after we had said goodbye to he and my dad yesterday morning. This is a picture of the house where my husband, children, and dogs had just spent a beautiful Memorial Day weekend. This is the house where I spent the first 18 years of my life.. then holidays, my summer breaks, and occasional weekends over the next 4 until I moved to Kansas City when it became the house I looked forward to bringing my family to enjoy the simplicity of a slower pace from our normal day-to-day lives.

There aren't adequate words to express the devastation that comes with seeing your childhood home, decades of pictures and sentimental belongings, my dad and brother's livelihood, and the items we had yet to go through which belonged to my momma disappear in a tragic fire in a matter of hours.

My brother was at work, and smoke alarms awoke my dad to give him just enough time to escape. Their sheep and barns were unaffected, but tragically, their family dog did not survive.

I just keep saying to people, almost as if I need to convince myself it really happened, "I had breakfast there yesterday morning." And by evening, it was no more. I had just slept in my childhood bedroom. I had just sat on the back porch looking out at my favorite back yard. I had lounged on the couches of our living room, stepped inside my momma's closet to touch the endless amount of sweaters she once wore, listened to my son "play music" on the piano I learned to play, and sat at the beautiful amish-built kitchen table talking with my dad.. and it's gone.

This took place on the 6 month anniversary of my mom's passing.

I am still in a complete state of shock and cannot find one feeling to settle into, but probably the most important one I could cling to is how thankful I am that my family was not there, and for the safety of my dad and brother.

Wednesday, May 20, 2015

my weekend in photos.

Fashionably late, as usual, but May continues to be incredibly busy so the blog gets the short end of the stick during busy seasons. Regardless, check out my weekend in photos.

Friday was the last day of school, so I spend another Friday afternoon at the school to see Owen's Pre-K graduation. The class put on a little number for us to the tune of Taio Cruz's "Dynamite." It turns out Owen isn't shy to show off some dance moves.

Saturday morning was another big day for Owen as he played in his last basketball game of the season. We loved watching him play.

After a stop at home for a quick lunch and some diaper changes, we headed right back out for O's baseball game to cheer on the "Maroon Mooses." (Yes, mooses. They are 4-6 year olds.)

The boys played with water, we made lemonade, and they ran around/played baseball in their diaper/underwear in our backyard after dinner. It was a perfect glimpse into summer.



We decided it was a good time to remove the railing and converted Brooks' crib to a toddler bed to start off summer break. The newly found freedom mixed with sharing a room with his big brother proved to be slightly challenging for mom & dad, but very exciting for him.

However, this boy is a boy who loves to sleep, so once the excitement wore off, he found his way back to his bed for the night. And this is how I found him.

The weekend of big events continued as we had Sadie's baptism on Sunday morning. We survived, and the little lady was perfect.

We had a big family lunch on Sunday afternoon, then settled in early to gear up for my first week back to work.


Here's to surviving my first week back!

Tuesday, May 12, 2015

my weekend in photos.

Sorry I'm late! Here's some (a lot of) photos of our Mother's Day weekend!

On Friday, I had the pleasure of attending Owen's Mother's Day tea at his school. The kids sang for us, served us strawberry shortcake, painted our nails, and presented us with gifts. It was just delightful. 

Here I am sporting the lovely hat he made for me. I was about a week late for the derby - I think I'd have been the finest dame out there. Love my little man.

I got duck-faced. 

We rushed around Saturday morning from Owen's first baseball game of the season to his basketball game. The seasons overlap for a couple of weeks this month, so he's keeping us busy!

Sadie wore her littlest big brother's old shirt for the occasion. Who'd have thought we'd be able to pass down any clothes from her brothers? Score! 

We had Colby's brother and sister-in-law over for an impromptu wine and dessert on our back porch Saturday night. Brooks and I had to get busy making cookies. Doesn't he look so ornery?

I have turned him into a cookie monster. He was in heaven with his "tookie." I'm not sure how one chocolate chip cookie could make such a mess.. geesh!

For Mother's Day, we went out to one of my favorite brunch spots and sat out on the patio before the storms rolled in. Brunch was exactly what I'd expect it to be with the crew in tow. Sadie wanting to be held, Owen complaining of hunger before the food arrived, then of being cold after he had eaten, and intercepted near-spills with Brooks' milk and fetching dropped crayons and silverware up until he was "ah done." Needless to say, it wasn't a slow, relaxing brunch. But neither was my morning. But I found it all to be perfect and my soul so happy. 

In between storms, I went to the park with the boys while Colby stayed home with Sadie to fix us dinner. I played tag for the first time in years which had me giggling so hard from the anticipation of being tagged. 

Brooks has just begun going down the slide on his own in the last month. And now he can't stop. But no matter what, it's always on his belly, head first. 

A dainty O, B, S mom's necklace "from the kids." Love.

And milkshakes (with my manicure still in tact) on the porch with Owen, just as we had done exactly one year ago to that day

These three make me one proud and overflowing with love mama. <3 p="">



I really had a great weekend with my family. I even got to end it with a run after the second round of storms passed through. Most perfect. 

Sunday, May 10, 2015

Mother's Day this year.

Five years ago as I was anxiously awaiting the arrival of my first baby boy, I had written my mom a letter for Mother's Day. I had reflected on the kind of mother she had been to me (the amazing kind.) and how I prayed I'd be like her in my new role. I'm three kids in now, and I still pray that her example will forever guide me on this beautiful journey of motherhood.


"I don't know if you were planning to, but please don't share this with the Facebook world. Really, no one wants to read about other kids' poop." - my husband to me this morning at approximately 6:08AM.

Because the diaper that I, while half asleep, put on the baby at 3AM in the dark would never have won me a Mother of the Year award. This became evident when I brought her in to our bed this morning at 6AM for her feeding and about halfway through there came an explosion. A really stinky, and really really messy one. Happy Mother's Day from Sadie. (PS - Honey, if you're reading this, you never said I couldn't share it with my blog followers! ;-))

I'd like to think that most of the time, I have a pretty good sense of humor about life. I get that from my mother. (Except that one time my husband left me at home alone with the three kids for the first time a couple of days after returning home from the hospital with our brand new third baby for an end-of-season swim banquet that lasted long into the evening and the oldest woke up crying because he had puked which woke up the other one who was now crying which woke up the baby who was also crying and the overwhelming orchestra of desperate cries had me angry calling my husband to get home immediately and to never leave me again.) My mom very seldom let a "stinky" situation ruin her day. So here I was wide awake at 6AM stripping sheets off of our bed to begin a load of laundry on Mother's Day while my husband was busy using half the box of baby wipes to clean off the baby (I mean, really, a bath would have been easier at that point. Daddies.). But rather than let all of that ruin my plans of a slow morning, I sat back down on the empty bed with my now-clean baby and smirked at her innocent smooshy face, and told her that it wasn't what I had in mind for my morning.. then smooched her all over. And she flashed her wide open mouth smile over and over in complete delight at the attention she was receiving from her momma. And I was so content. Except.

"You know who would have wanted to hear about it?"
"Who?"
"My mom."

And in that moment, I missed her so very much. Those are the kinds of moments that always make me miss her. Even though Mother's Day was never a holiday that we made a lot of fuss over, I sure wished I could have called her up this morning to tell her how mine started this year.

Instead, I told my grouchy 4-year-old who had a taste of staying up past his bedtime last night when he came dragging into our bedroom at his normal 6:30 wakeup time in order to get a smile out of him. (It worked.) And then I snuggled all 3 of my sweet kiddos in my uncovered bed while Colby went out to fetch me a chai tea latte and I marveled at the reality that I have been blessed with this gift of motherhood, and how crazy in love with those little people I am.


We went on to have a lovely morning, afternoon, and evening. Simple and satisfying. My heart was filled to the brim. And tonight I got to kiss to my three sweet children and tell them how thankful I am to be their mama.

Mother's Day is a day to celebrate motherhood. And I have one incredible woman who I'm remembering fondly and missing dearly, and three tiny souls who have introduced me to a world of love I've never known who have given me so much to be thankful for.

Happy Mother's Day. May you all have a reason to celebrate on this day.

"All that I am, or hope to be, I owe to my mother."


Monday, May 4, 2015

my weekend in photos.

I dubbed my weekend as Thursday afternoon when my husband gave me a quick kiss as he whisked out of town for his annual trip to the lake with his buddy for the NFL draft. He took both dogs, which eased the blow of my upcoming 3 days of being the only parent on duty with the 3 littles.

So we started by spending an extra long time on the playground after school. 

On Friday, I dropped the two littlest at Nana's after school drop-off and I spent the day running errands. Lots. Between 10 and 3:30 I got my hair cut & colored and made quick visits to Target, Nill Bros, Old Navy, Costco, Brooke's house, & Trader Joe's. It was productive and exhausting. But it's amazing how much you can get done without little people in tow. A special shout out to my TJ shopping cart:

Saturday morning basketball was followed by an afternoon at home. The dots I had applied to Sadie's nursery walls came down (I just can't figure out what I want her nursery to look like..), and then provided a solid 15 minutes of entertainment for the boys as they reapplied them to our hallway wall. 


Once Brooks got up from his nap, I set the boys lose outside to run wild while us girls relaxed and enjoyed the entertainment that is little boys.

I was pretty proud of myself by Saturday night having survived with no tears or desperate calls for Colby to cut his trip short and come rescue me. I've got a good bunch, and I'm loving being their momma.

We had some unplanned visitors from one of my besties and her twin boys. We enjoyed a glass of wine together while the boy entertainment continued.

On Sunday, we didn't leave for church. Marble races and lunch on our back porch while we anxiously awaited Colby's return. And it was glorious. And so was the weather.

Perfect for playing catch with daddy.

And bare feet in the grass.

And for well, just being Brooks.

 I don't know that she smiles more than Brooks (he was our "smiley baby"), but her smiles sure are bigger than either of my boys sported on a consistent basis. She's extra generous with her mouth wide open grins in the mornings or after a good nap. It's the best.