Monthly Archives: March 2015


My baby, my firstborn turns four today. I almost can’t remember life BC (before children), but four years old screams “BIG.”

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Whether it be watching through the window since she can now play by herself outside, or really being perplexed by the thoughtfulness of the things she says, I’m so aware that she’s really becoming her own person with her own likes and opinions (which are sometimes opposite of mine). Her own fiery, independent, yet loves-to-be -around-people person.

Today, I’m a little sad that happiness won’t always be as simple as a pretty dress and twirling and a ‘4’ candle. That my days won’t always be filled with playdates and popsicles, books and make believe. That she won’t always request macaroni and cheese for her birthday supper.

No one told me that a child could be so willful (well, my dad may have), so clever, and so determined. No one told me I would cry and laugh so much, that I could be so lonely, yet so full of love, in a house with small children who don’t understand the importance of coffee and talking about things that matter. How much I’d wish it to be naptime, only to wish for bedtime, yet I’d miss them only a few  minutes after they fall asleep. That I’d wonder who I was and know exactly who I am, all at the same time, simply by becoming a mom.

Sometimes, I can’t wait until the next milestone. More often, I want to freeze time.  But praise God, both of my babies are healthy and growing … as they should. They’re learning and exploring and changing, and I have to remind myself what a gift that is.

Happy rainbow, glittery-purple-unicorn Birthday, Baby Girl!

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oops, they didn’t warn me to baby-proof that

When I was pregnant with our oldest, I read all the baby books and tried to do everything right. Now, after my nearly four years of experience mothering, I’d like to submit an addendum to the chapter of What to expect … book on what you really need to baby-proof.

photo (58)Pump parts (She’s trying to put it under her shirt here)

photo (59)photo (60)Mascara … on Big Sis & Little Sis

photo (65)Flower pots

photo (61)Ink pens

photo (66)… and again (but, in order to lessen the blow, Firecracker explained she was just drawing Jesus)

photo (62)Duct tape

photo (63)Laundry baskets

photo (64)… and washing machines

photo (56)Toys meant for baby dolls

photo (3)iPhones

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photo (69)And spray paint!

And in case you’re wondering, no, I do not have a baby any more. I just finally got tired of my phone telling me it was out of memory, and cleaned all my old photos off.

around here: remodeling is fun!

These last two months have flown, which is good, unless you like going outside and getting blasted in the face with artic wind while dragging along a toddler and a preschooler. It’s not really my thing.

Soo … like any good Hoosier, I’m ready for Spring. But before it comletely ‘Springs,’ and Matt goes to working all hours, I need my kitchen, which is currently being remodeled DONE.


If for nothing more than to record this to remind myself to pause before going knocking out walls the next time, here’s how our year has gone down:

Christmas-tear out kitchen walls-clean up plaster-drywall-clean up drywall dust-tear out floor-clean up floor-paint walls-paint trim-paint windows-paint desk-paint fridge-clean up paint-take everything out of cabinets-paint cabinets-keep painting cabinets-stay up too late painting cabinets-take off countertops-take off stove-remember you have to make supper-get creative cooking on an electric skillet-go to California for a week-eat pb&j-daughter throws up pb&j-house smells like throw up-order Cracker Barrel-paint some more-keep children out of paint-prepare for girls’ birthday party-wonder what was so good about changing the kitchen anyways-the end.

Because soon it will be – has to be – done, and I’ll go back to dreaming about my next project. 🙂 Until then, here’s a sneak peak of the finished product. Can’t wait to get these babies onto my counters!