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I get nostalgic every year when I snap pictures of Jeff’s deck. The memories that have taken place on those wood planks over the last 5+ years serve as a deep reminder of how lucky I am to be in this place and with these people.

I get nostalgic every year when I snap pictures of Jeff’s deck. The memories that have taken place on those wood planks over the last 5+ years serve as a deep reminder of how lucky I am to be in this place and with these people.

Sully Dude-
Every morning I wake up, look at you, and swear you look a little bit bigger. You’re growing faster than I could have ever imagined. Already, your vocabulary has transformed. My baby, who just weeks ago wanted to go to “Pimmy’s” to see the “gickens”, now clearly knows that Kimmy has chickens on her farm. You’ve also recently learned how to use your cuteness as a tool to get out of trouble.
For instance, when I tell you that it’s not OK to try to poke Gus in the eye, you quickly come to me, put your hands on my cheeks, and in the softest, sweetest voice, you look me dead in the eyes and say, “Mommy, mommy” and then string cute little words together that don’t amount to much sense. I revert back to a lecture built for a two year old and you cut me off, again repeating  “Mommy, mommy” followed by another string of cute little words all blended haphazardly together. My son, you are already a sweet talker.
You’re growing so quickly and I have this overwhelming fear that if I don’t move fast, I’m going to forget all of the things that you’re doing right now. In an effort to preserve your cuteness, here’s a list documenting the little boy that you are today:
You’re 2.25 years old and weigh in at a solid 28lbs.
You manage to convince your father to sneak you a cookie with breakfast most mornings.
You’re a beast on your balance bike. I have to jog to keep up with you. Recently, you’ve started to lift your feet for about 5-10 seconds at a time as you coast downhill.
You love heroes of any sort. Mickey, Goofy, and Donald in heroes costumes win you over all day, every day.
Goodnight Baseball is your favorite book.
You’ll quickly tell anyone that Zach, Kimmy, Gus, and Daddy are your best friends.
You LOVE accessories! If you don’t have a ballcap on your head, then you’re wearing your bicycle helmet (you wear it to the store A LOT!). You’ve also acquired a taste for sun glasses.
You can climb up on the counter top and scale over the back of the couch and you regularly do these things for fun.
You get super embarrassed and yell “NO!!” when your Daddy starts to dance.
You can count to twelve and you know most of your shapes (including diamond and star).
You call the crescent moon a “banana moon”.
Before bedtime, just as I’m tucking you in, you ask me to sing you the cowboy song (Mamas don’t let your babies grow up to be cowboys) and you join in with the words you know - cowboys, trucks, doctors, etc. You can rock Old McDonald on your own though.
When we drive through our neighborhood, your father and I look for deer. We always ask you what you’re looking for and you tell us “a mouse!”
When you want something to eat, like chicken nuggets, you yell out, “Nugget, where are you?”
One of your favorite things to say is “Don’t like it” and you commonly use those words when it’s time to wear pants, a jacket, or new shoes. 
You’re a happy child. You giggle and sing and smile all of the time. 

xoxo,
Mama

Sully Dude-

Every morning I wake up, look at you, and swear you look a little bit bigger. You’re growing faster than I could have ever imagined. Already, your vocabulary has transformed. My baby, who just weeks ago wanted to go to “Pimmy’s” to see the “gickens”, now clearly knows that Kimmy has chickens on her farm. You’ve also recently learned how to use your cuteness as a tool to get out of trouble.

For instance, when I tell you that it’s not OK to try to poke Gus in the eye, you quickly come to me, put your hands on my cheeks, and in the softest, sweetest voice, you look me dead in the eyes and say, “Mommy, mommy” and then string cute little words together that don’t amount to much sense. I revert back to a lecture built for a two year old and you cut me off, again repeating  “Mommy, mommy” followed by another string of cute little words all blended haphazardly together. My son, you are already a sweet talker.

You’re growing so quickly and I have this overwhelming fear that if I don’t move fast, I’m going to forget all of the things that you’re doing right now. In an effort to preserve your cuteness, here’s a list documenting the little boy that you are today:

  • You’re 2.25 years old and weigh in at a solid 28lbs.
  • You manage to convince your father to sneak you a cookie with breakfast most mornings.
  • You’re a beast on your balance bike. I have to jog to keep up with you. Recently, you’ve started to lift your feet for about 5-10 seconds at a time as you coast downhill.
  • You love heroes of any sort. Mickey, Goofy, and Donald in heroes costumes win you over all day, every day.
  • Goodnight Baseball is your favorite book.
  • You’ll quickly tell anyone that Zach, Kimmy, Gus, and Daddy are your best friends.
  • You LOVE accessories! If you don’t have a ballcap on your head, then you’re wearing your bicycle helmet (you wear it to the store A LOT!). You’ve also acquired a taste for sun glasses.
  • You can climb up on the counter top and scale over the back of the couch and you regularly do these things for fun.
  • You get super embarrassed and yell “NO!!” when your Daddy starts to dance.
  • You can count to twelve and you know most of your shapes (including diamond and star).
  • You call the crescent moon a “banana moon”.
  • Before bedtime, just as I’m tucking you in, you ask me to sing you the cowboy song (Mamas don’t let your babies grow up to be cowboys) and you join in with the words you know - cowboys, trucks, doctors, etc. You can rock Old McDonald on your own though.
  • When we drive through our neighborhood, your father and I look for deer. We always ask you what you’re looking for and you tell us “a mouse!”
  • When you want something to eat, like chicken nuggets, you yell out, “Nugget, where are you?”
  • One of your favorite things to say is “Don’t like it” and you commonly use those words when it’s time to wear pants, a jacket, or new shoes. 
  • You’re a happy child. You giggle and sing and smile all of the time. 

xoxo,

Mama

When I told Adam that it has been far too long since we’ve seen live music and that I bought us killer seats to an awesome rock show, I don’t think that this is what he had in mind. Can’t wait to watch Sully go crazy tonight!!

When I told Adam that it has been far too long since we’ve seen live music and that I bought us killer seats to an awesome rock show, I don’t think that this is what he had in mind. Can’t wait to watch Sully go crazy tonight!!

Welcome home, Little Dude.

Welcome home, Little Dude.

Miles to go before we sleep

Miles to go before we sleep

I feel more like myself than I have in awhile. 

That’s a weird thing to say, no? Not feeling like yourself when you are, in fact, living each day in your body and making conscious decisions around your own actions. 

But you know, the evolution of a person can do that. It can make you move so quickly that you race to put all of the great things that you love into one suitcase - double, heck even triple check it, - only to inevitably find out that you forgot a few meaningful pieces. 

That spirit inside of me- the one that wanted to quite literally run faster, climb higher, and sing louder was somehow missed. I think right around the time the mister went overseas, I quickly replaced her with a sensible alternative. A person that was more scheduled, less risky, and, at times, too focused on which rung of the ladder she was standing on. 

In five days, we move into our new home. It’s snugly nestled in the woods and sits on top of a winding ridge. Just as you reach the final bend in the road, there is the most gorgeous view of the river and lake below. 

That view has been the reminder I needed to go back and find that spirit I left behind. There are trails to run, trees to climb, and a refreshing new space that needs to be filled with music. 

That spirit, the one I missed, is needed here.

I feel more like myself than I have in awhile.

That’s a weird thing to say, no? Not feeling like yourself when you are, in fact, living each day in your body and making conscious decisions around your own actions.

But you know, the evolution of a person can do that. It can make you move so quickly that you race to put all of the great things that you love into one suitcase - double, heck even triple check it, - only to inevitably find out that you forgot a few meaningful pieces.

That spirit inside of me- the one that wanted to quite literally run faster, climb higher, and sing louder was somehow missed. I think right around the time the mister went overseas, I quickly replaced her with a sensible alternative. A person that was more scheduled, less risky, and, at times, too focused on which rung of the ladder she was standing on.

In five days, we move into our new home. It’s snugly nestled in the woods and sits on top of a winding ridge. Just as you reach the final bend in the road, there is the most gorgeous view of the river and lake below.

That view has been the reminder I needed to go back and find that spirit I left behind. There are trails to run, trees to climb, and a refreshing new space that needs to be filled with music.

That spirit, the one I missed, is needed here.

Sully recently started calling Adam “Hero Daddy”. He wants to wrestle with his daddy, bath with his daddy, paint with his daddy, and watch dirt bike races on YouTube with his daddy. Sully not only watches his every move, but he’s now trying to emulate them. It is becoming clear that the mister really is a super hero in our little boy’s eyes. #minetoo

Sully recently started calling Adam “Hero Daddy”. He wants to wrestle with his daddy, bath with his daddy, paint with his daddy, and watch dirt bike races on YouTube with his daddy. Sully not only watches his every move, but he’s now trying to emulate them. It is becoming clear that the mister really is a super hero in our little boy’s eyes. #minetoo

Everyone has their own vision of romance. This is mine: our perfect little person fast asleep, a warm drink in hand, cuddled up next to the man I adore, jamming to down home tunes and watching old home videos. #lifeisgood

Everyone has their own vision of romance. This is mine: our perfect little person fast asleep, a warm drink in hand, cuddled up next to the man I adore, jamming to down home tunes and watching old home videos. #lifeisgood

Sully’s first magic trick!

When the closest Monkey Joe’s is almost two hours away and you have a case of the winter blues, sometimes you just have to improvise.

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