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.

Saturday, May 2, 2015

life::an outtake


When Colby left Thursday, he told Owen he was "man of the house" while daddy was gone. So when our dinner plans fell through, he stepped up to the plate and prepared soup for us. Made from scratch, ingredients include: water, maple syrup, white chocolate chips, dark chocolate chips, about a cup of seasoned salt, milk, balsamic vinegar, a slice of bread, hot sauce, pepperoncinis, sour cream, flour, powdered sugar, oil, and surely some other ingredients that I have left out. Fortunately, when I suggested we have popcorn and smoothies for dinner he said we could save the soup for another day.