Wednesday, October 20, 2010


This little contraption is my new favorite cleaning item. It makes dusting a snap.

For my son.

He's at that age right now where he loves doing this kind of stuff. He asked me this morning if he was good if he could dust for me everyday. Oh, I guess so.

Now if I could just convince him that laundry was a blast.....
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Just in case you missed all my obnoxiousness about it on facebook: Congratulations to my husband. His girl's softball team won the 5A state championship this past weekend. That's three in five years for Colin as a coach...plus two in baseball.



I told Colin I was going to order this shirt for him. (I took this picture from my paused TV with my iphone. Be amazed at my photog skills.) I don't know why he acted like he didn't want it.

But I promise you, watching someone you love be successful, really, it's the most fun thing you can imagine. There are a few times when being a coach's wife pays off. This, for sure, is one of them.

Friday, October 15, 2010


Rain boots, a purple purse, Lightening McQueen shirt, and a backwards Thunder hat. Awesome.

I was going to get her this dress for her Holiday dress but now that I see this, I'm thinking it's a much better option.

And I realize that all my pictures recently have been of Kendall. We still have Cason...don't worry. He's been too busy to take any pictures.

Wednesday, October 06, 2010

Edition: Things on my bed.



Five blankets

Five pillows

Two towels

Three shirts

A pair of pajamas

A shoe

A sheet (on top of the blankets)

And a baby

Sunday, October 03, 2010

It's been awhile since I wrote an actual honest to goodness blog post. So, I've got one for you. If you don't want to read it, I totally understand. It's probably pretty boring. If you want, you can skip to the end and watch a video of dancing monkeys. Seriously.


I'm not going to write too much about the "Mommy Ladder" because it's been written about ad naseum. And mostly by people who write better than me. But you know what Mommy Ladder I'm talking about. Natural childbirth? Up one step. Breastfeeding? Up another step. Attachment parenting/homeschooling/ organic eating parent? Flying up the ladder!

Here's the thing: I have no problem with any of the things I listed above. In fact, if you did/do any of those, I think you're pretty awesome. But can we all agree to make our own decisions about parenting and -gasp- ACTUALLY be OK with them? A good friend and I have been discussing lately (mostly because decisions we've made have looked down by other people) how many people stand in total judgment of other people's parenting. And I'm not talking lack of discipline, what you let your kids wear, etc. I'm talking about the tough, sometimes heart wrenching decisions that families make.

It's one thing if you say, "Yes, I'm a stay at home mom (using that example bc I am one) and since you asked, I would love to tell you why this decision was right for our family." It is quite different to say, "Let me tell you why I'M BETTER than you because I've made a different decision." Or "I'm really not at peace with my decision to so I'm going to be ultra hard on others to justify my choices."

All that to say, YES, I was induced twice, breastfed both my kids for a year, stay at home with them (which apparently will make them totally unsocial as I was told by someone the other night)(never mind that they go to school twice a week and bible class twice a week (let it go, Emily, let it go)) and I'm not holding my son back next year even though he's on the young side. But even if you're the total opposite of me, I probably still like you. And you probably still love your kids. And we're all just trying to make the right decisions for our families. Which is what it's all about, right?

As promised: Dancing monkeys...

Friday, October 01, 2010

This morning I sent my kids to work with their dad. It was still dark out when they left. For breakfast, they had leftover rolls and jelly.

Something about the combination of a breakfast of rolls and jelly, and going to work with the father before sunrise made it seem all very "Little House on the Prairie" - ish.

Except for the fact that I then went to Starbucks and shoe shopping, I'm EXACTLY like Ma Ingalls.