Monday, November 3, 2014
Monday, September 29, 2014
Oh writing, how I miss thee. I don't feel like I have much time to dedicate to it these days. Life is blessed and busy but mostly plain old exhausting at 9 o'clock when bedtime starts to say hello.
:Our Life in Bullets:
:Bison Drive to Boulder Drive. We bought a new house! We had been looking for a while and were really hoping to find something before winter reared it's ugly head and we were stuck inside with cabin fever...and we did it! The house went up on the market on a Tuesday afternoon, we looked at it on Thursday and made an offer right along with another couple. Well, we got it! It will be perfect for our family to live in, the backyard is a dream! We close in three weeks and have yet to sell the house on Bison Drive. Fingers crossed that it sells soon. Two mortgage payments would be very very bad.
:10 years baby! Erin and I are celebrating 10 years next week. We are ringing it in with a party at our favorite brewery and our favorite polka band. I love my husband and am very lucky to have a man that understands my personality, my faults, my quirks. He still loves me and I haven't drove him crazy yet! Seriously, a guy who has to listen to fabric talk, blogger talk, instagram talk and my complaints, he is a true gem.
:Owl People: It is very busy for me and continues to get better as the years go by. I started this thing 7 years ago to have something to do during naptimes and early bed for babies. Now I wonder what the hell I was thinking. It is very rewarding for me, the creating part, the sewing part is a little monotonous, but meeting people who share a creating passion and appreciate the time and dedication to growing small handmade businesses is the best. I wish I could collect all of the people that I meet and have met over the years and throw them in one big room for a party. I am looking forward to a fresh look for the new year and establish more simplicity with Owl People.
:Henry: 7 years old and just what every boy should be. He is smarter than a whip, gets incredibly frustrated with the smallest things-like getting his high tops on. He loves reading, loves his legos and personal possessions, playing soccer and knows his football better than I do. It's funny how he can rattle off players names and get into it just like Erin does. Monkey see monkey do. Henry and Graham are going to be sharing a room in the new house until someone can work up the bravery to sleep downstairs. That ought to be interesting.
:Julia: Little girl has been in Kindergarten for a month now. It has been a hard transition, she is just so incredibly tired when she gets home from school. Her attitude and fits are all a part of her being tired I think. I hope that is all it is anyway. I keep telling myself it is just a phase and a season. I am looking forward to meeting with her teacher this week for conferences to see how she does in school. She is a total and complete mommy's girl and will only snuggle up and go to me most of the time which is nice and loving and all, but I would really appreciate her being a daddy's girl every once in a while. She got new glasses a while back as we found that her vision was very bad. She loves those glasses and doesn't really like going without them. She likes to do her homework, play school and look at chapter books because I think it makes her feel "big". She will have her own room in the new house, so that will be very fun for her.
:Graham: Oh, what a little piece of love! To think that he was pissed off baby for an entire year-you'd never know. He walks around the house like he is boss. Stands at the pantry saying "cook cook" for cookie. Cookies are his favorite. He has started to sink into our shoulders if there is anyone strange that tries talking to him. Those little cuddles are the best. His blue blankie is his favorite, sometimes you will find him with his butt straight in the air and head buried in his blankie. He loves being outside and cries and pounds at the door until you let him out. Daycare is good for him and Cindy never has a bad thing to say about him. It took 5 babysitters but he did it! I look at him in his crib sleeping at his night just in wonder that he made it through that first year and how blessed I am to have him, even when I wanted to make a return! Ha.
:Oh! And Friends: I was so lucky to finally get my girls trip in with some of my bests. We have been planning this trip for what seems like and eternity. We were able to ditch the kids, get some nice vulgar words and have fun just like we used to. I've had a lot of time to think about friends lately and this trip just made me realize how very richly blessed with what I have. Just look at these two. I've had them in my life for 20+ years and that is just crazy awesome.
Tuesday, August 19, 2014
Julia girl starts Kindergarten, a day late nonetheless. She wasn't able to start today because she was brought down by a nasty little bout of Impetigo. Poor little girl had a rotten couple days. This morning after we dropped the big 2nd grader off, we came home, had our breakfast and sat outside on the deck. I love being this girls mom. I love the time that we share together and am going to miss her really bad during the days. She is so excited for Kindergarten, doesn't know a soul in her class except her teacher but she told me today that she has to go be a big girl and she won't be staying home with me anymore! Off ya go little girl. You are going to be great at Kindergarten and all that you do. Love you so much.
Tuesday, June 17, 2014
This guy loves to throw out a million excuses for things he doesn't want to do. Secretly though, he really wants to do them. He is afraid of a lot still, working on getting that confidence down, his way of being afraid is to complain about it. It gets old but it is getting better.
We ran through those million excuses in the last couple weeks about taking off the training wheels. The neighbor kids both have been riding with theirs off and we thought it would be a great time for Henry to learn too. Grandma came and bought him a helmet with the promise that he would give it a really good try. He started out in the grass (for padding purposes of course) complaining while I gripped the back of his seat. I sneakily let him go while he was mid complaint and off he went. About 15 feet before he realized that I let him go, he said "why'd you let go?" I said "Who cares! You did it!" And then it was easy breezy from there on out. He even told his sister, "It just takes a little patience and practice Julia!" Ha. This week he has been getting on that bike first thing in the morning and after he gets home. He loves it.
Sure, he is 7 years old and maybe should have been riding without training wheels 2 years ago. Whether he learned at 5 or 7, I don't think there is anything he's done that I have been more proud of. My heart just swelled with happiness. I saw something that just lit up in his eyes, that confidence that he learned something and could do it! Way to go Henry.
Tuesday, June 10, 2014
Mom's rockstar attitude started to dissipate.
And screamy baby kept that screaming up for what seemed like forever and ever. Screamy baby got swaddled up and put back to bed, jostled around in a crazy space pod baby swing, wrapped in a fuzzy snowsuit thing for bed, and whatever else seemed to soothe the crying for even a moment. Screamy baby went through 4 babysitters and eventually won out with Mom staying home to be the constant caregiver.
The screaming has stopped and through all this crap that we went through to get to age 1, there are so many things I have learned about myself and Graham. Number one, he loves his mama. The way that he nuzzles his shy guy head into my shoulder can't be beat. He doesn't like to cuddle but those shoulder nuzzles are so cozy. Sometimes a mothers love is all that a kid needs. He loves his constants. Henry, Julia, Erin and Me. He loves his blanket and being prepped for bed with a bath and zipped up in his sleepsack. He has taught me how to be routine again and that it is very important for a child to be in a secure, safe and loving environment.
Things Graham loves: (well besides me)
Graham Crackers (imagine that)
Squeezy pouch baby foods
Red Car rides
Things he says:
Graham Cracker (sounds like gack-acka)
Little Graham, you may have not shown many other people love over the last year but you have shown me and your Dad an enormous amount of love and we are so happy to have you as our third little love child. You will grow into a very sensitive and caring soul no doubt. You will be shy and we will embrace it. You will be more tenderhearted and probably have your feelings hurt but we will be more sensitive to you. You will be loved and cared for more than you will ever understand. Being a parent to you has just been the best. Love you little B. Happy Birthday.
Wednesday, June 4, 2014
This year you decided it was time for your first big birthday party with friends, invitations, a theme and all that fun stuff. You picked a nail polish/princess party. I made you a fun rainbow cake, you even helped bake it. Such a fun day for a fun girl who is such a little sweetheart. Love you baby girl.
An open letter to my friend Michelle:
Two best friends of 20 years.
Our Dads both got cancer within 2 years of each other.
My Dad was first. He was always one of your favorites and you could tell it in the easy way you could talk to him. He spent time taking us to swimming pools, friends houses, rattling down the streets of Grand Island in his little white pickup truck with one of us sandwiched in the middle. My Dad made you laugh and you made him laugh. You were his favorite too, always referring to you as Mooshie. The day my dad got diagnosed with cancer, you were one of my first calls. It took the breath out of you, I could tell instantly what my Dad meant to you.
Your dad was next. Diagnosed with cancer just two years into my Dads diagnosis. Your Dad was my favorite too. I remember him towing us behind the boat at the lake, sporting his blue blockers and smoking those ever so smooth Marlboro menthols. He always was happy to see me, saying "Kaity-lynnnn!" when I walked down into the basement. When I got your call I cried with you, told you that treatment works and we both agreed that our Dads got the short end of the stick.
Both of our dads endured close to four years of chemo and treatment. It lurked and reared its ugly head again in the end. Both of our Dads never returned home after that ambulance ride. Both of our Dads breathed their last breaths at St. Francis. We have both walked the same halls, ate the same hospital food, stroked our dying dads smooth silky hands, cried the same tears and both rallied them onto the next stage.
I hurt for you and you hurt for me, just like best friends should do I suppose. Just now you are experiencing the real feelings that I felt almost 3 years ago. It is painful and rejoiceful. Our Dads both were a gift unlike any other gift in this life. We were both taught how to love, how to have fun and celebrate the good, how to be responsible, and how to really embrace life.
We will meet up with them again and hopefully none too soon. We have a friendship to maintain, Moms to take care of and life to celebrate. We have both been good daughters and caregivers. They will be walking the clouds of heaven protecting us and caring for us just like they were here.
I love you friend, your tears are my tears too.