Thursday, January 31, 2013

Monster Jam

Questions and Answers: Monster Jam Edition
Q: "Mommy, when will the trucks start wreckin'?"
A: "When the time trials are finished."

Q: "What are time trials?"
A: "The races at the beginning to see which truck is the fastest."
Q: "Well, aren't they all fast since they all have monsters in them?"
A: "Yes, but it's fun to see who's the fastest."
Q: "Mama, why does that man have a kid shirt on?"
A: "It's not a kid shirt, some grown ups just really like "The Gravedigger."
Q: "Well, why doesn't Daddy have that shirt? Doesn't he like monster trucks?"
A: "Probably not as much as the guy in The Gravedigger t-shirt."
Q: "Mama, why does that lady have three bellies?"
A: "Those aren't all bellies. BE QUIET!!!!"

Q: "Can I have a pack of the ($15) cotton candy?"
A: "Sure." (Before I knew that it was $15!!! That answer would have been different had I known.)
Q: "Why does it smell like pee in here?"
A: "Because the 14 year old sitting right next to us peed his pants, and now it's under my seat."
Q: "Why is that lady screaming at that truck?"
A: "She must love trucks even more than you."
Q: "Can we come back every year?
A: "Sure, kid. I'm glad you loved it."

Wednesday, January 30, 2013


I constantly remind myself that I am the author of our story, both literally (as I write this blog) and figuratively (as I help create memories and traditions that will be remembered and passed down). The job of writing, planning, and telling our story is sometimes overwhelming. But, what it offers me is the chance to evaluate how we spend our time, what we value, what we cherish, and what we can do without. Each day is a chance to create a piece of the story that's worth telling. What I've noticed lately is that a lot of extras can be cut from our days. I am finding that easy home days are often much better than busy play days. My babies are still young so all they still really need is for us to read with them, get on the floor and pretend with them, and to show them that simple fun is the best fun. So, suddenly "time" isn't quite as hard to find and more meaningful minutes are being spent. I've been asking, "It this worth my time? Am I willing to trade moments I cherish for this?" If the answer isn't clear, we don't do it. Suddenly, the day turns itself around. I have time to write, and read, and play, and see my family, and plan, and connect with the people who mean the most. Even my snapshots throughout the day are telling a different, slower kind of story.


I suppose what it all comes down to is this:
How we spend our time shows what we value.
So does who we spend our time with.
Use it wisely.
Pick your people wisely.

Time this week has been spent on:

Being adorable and girly.
 Grocery shopping with my three kids.
 Being adorable and girly.
 Loving on babies.
 Being adorable and girly.
 Getting haircuts.
 Writing books for Daddy's upcoming birthday.
And stepping it up a notch in the house planning...because it's true!! Someday soon, we're actually going to live there!
As I continue to make my way through the rest of this week, I will remember. This time is mine. I am in charge of it, and no one can take it from me unless I let them. I will protect it, use it wisely, and fill it with goodness. 

Sunday, January 27, 2013

Thinking about things I like.

Every single time the sun does something spectacular, my kids notice. They'll talk about how God put pink in the sky for Regan and blue in the sky for Tyler. They'll say, "Hey look! The curly clouds are noodles!" or sometimes just stare at it quietly trying to take in all that it has to offer. Regardless of how they react, they always do. Never do I have to point out a beautiful sky. What I love best about this is that they sort of give the sky a giant pat on the back for putting on a show... for doing something extra. They do this with me too. Always when I put a little extra something into the day, they notice, revel in it, and it never goes unnoticed. It feels good for our efforts to be noticed. Those tiny pats on the back (whether you're a mama just trying her best or a big giant lit up sky) feel good. Which makes me wonder how many missed opportunities I've had to notice other's say good job, to recognize the show, to give a pat on the back. So this week, my focus will be to look for ways to recognize the efforts being made all around me and say, "You know what? I like that."

Speaking of things I've been liking lately:

Watching my babies create something even bigger than what I ever hoped it would be. I grew up without  a sibling and always thought having one would be wonderful. My greatest gift to each of my children is the other one. They are in love. I am in love.

Building your own home allows for lots of fun trips.


Time with friends:

I've always believed you have to make time for what's important. This month has brought about late night movie dates, dinners, basketball games, basement parties, playdates, antiquing sessions, breakfasts, baby cuddles, and countless hours connecting with friends. You got to make time. That is a truth I am positive of.

One of my favorite things about both of my children is their willingness to try. Never are they hesitant to try. Never are they embarrassed if they don't make the basket, run the fastest, or kick the hardest. They just keep at it and look over at their mama on the sidelines and wave and
'"thumbs up" and smile and carry on. I hope they never, ever lose this. 



Regan tried and succeeded in her first public reading performance to Tyler's class.

Also, the blog is beginning to undergo a few changes. Finally, I'm doing something more with it. More content, better images, new ideas, and a new look are all on the way. I love this place. I can't tell you how much it means to me to tell our story. Everyone has one worth telling. 

Wednesday, January 23, 2013


To my babies:
I was scrolling through some pictures tonight.
Taking a little trip down memory lane.
And I couldn't help but notice all of the quick, casual, seemingly simple pictures of us together.
Just being together, going about our day. 
Running errands, riding in the car, listening to songs on the radio, eating ice cream, doing everyday things.
 Image after image showed me the same thing.
You are both so little, and young, and perfect, and loved. 
 I hope you remember these days.
While they certainly are not perfect, and your Mommy sometimes gets busy, and impatient, and hurried,
These will forever be the best days of my life.
You both love with your whole hearts, and go where I go, and think it's great to ride around town with Mommy.
You aren't in a hurry to get anywhere.
You just are who you are, and because of that, teach me more than you will ever know.
I hope some of this stays with you as you grow older.
I hope simple days, silly snapshots, and just being together always mean a lot to you.
Even on the most frazzled, rushed, hardest day, you are still the best part of it.
My greatest blessing, truly, has been to know you and spend my days with you.
I have locked these days into my heart.... and hopefully into yours.
The little moments captured tell a bigger story of true togetherness that could never be paralleled
And as you grow, always, always know that every day, big or small, is the perfect day to choose happiness,
To choose to do something bigger than yourself,
To make time for friends, and faith, and fun, and love.
Because at the end of that day...well, that's all you really need.
I've been thinking a lot about how we spend our time. I hope you both know you have the decision to turn the ordinary into the extraordinary. You each have the choice to take hold of your time and turn your 24 hours into something of meaning. Call your friends, make a meal for someone, go exploring, have some fun, see your loved ones, take time to see if anyone needs some help, be a blessing to another, or accomplish something you are proud of. God has a plan for each day of your life, and it is up to you to fulfill His high hopes. Be bigger than you think you can be.. especially be bigger than what others are someday going to tell you you are. Use your time wisely, for it is never guaranteed and can touch someone else in a profound way. But, for now, be mine, and I will be yours. For it is my time to teach you, build you up, and fill you with as much as I can. There are still days I can't even believe you exist. You came from me, and sometimes I wonder if I'm doing a good job (because DANG is it overwhelming to be completely responsible for turning a helpless baby into a productive member of society!) But then, I see you. I am instantly reminded of my purpose. No matter how badly I behave or fail or react, I am good because I am a part of you. You have allowed me a chance to be a part of something wonderful, and maybe (just maybe) we will make it through the days, the nights, the big, and the small remembering how wonderful it was.
Love always and forever,