Category Archives: Boys

Be Creating a Family 

Family? 

What does that mean for you? 

Does it trigger tears? Does it make you smile? Does it fill your heart? Does it make you want to run a mile? 

Family is a beautifully, imperfect thing.  

No mother not father is perfect.  

No family is without mistakes nor opportunities to learn.  

Family is messy.  

Family is fun.  

Here are our family rules that sit on our hallway chalkboard:  

 

Any chance we get, Sexy Neck and I help connect our boys to their cousins.  It has been incredible to watch them grow-up together.  

Hand-in-hand.  

Walking.

Jumping.  

Laughing.  

Saying “I’m sorry” and moving on. 

Back to fun!  

 

Be Boodangled by Bread

Have you ever been “boodangled”??

Scared and wanting to dangle my bread out the window.

I am a new Costco lover.

And a longtime gluten free eater.

But today I am boodangled as I looked at the expiry date on the bread that I bought.

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Should bread I bought in May not expire until September?

I am scared!

Off to dangle my bread out the window and into the garbage can.

Boodangled!

Be Saying Goodbye to Orange 

I am not sure what happened, but I am going with it.  

Yesterday, I decided to was done with our orange walls.  They served their purpose. They helped me wail and gave me a place to ‘put’ my grief.  

Here is the story of the orange walks.  

After celebrating my birthday, I knew my pain had turned to peace.  So, I picked up a brush and roller this morning and began to pain.  

   

I was able to talk to my boys about the  pain I felt when Nana died.  I told them that painting this wall orange helped me.   I told them I wanted to paint this wall white today because of the peace, love and joy that surrounds us now. 

Peace.  

Love.  

Joy. 

Now back to the wall to no longer wail but to have a whale of a time doing something my mom loved to do.   

  Thank you God for giving me perseverance to deal with my stuff and to have such a supportive partner.  

Be Celebrating Eight 

The snowman birthday – eight.  

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We celebrated our oldest’s birth day a few weeks ago as a family.  JC joined me on an early morning bike ride.   We ate our son’s foods of choice.  We went swimming and opened gifts.   

     

   

         

I am so grateful to be this eight years olds mom.  

It is pure joy to see his sensitive heart that he wears on his shoulders.  

It is profound to watch my first born forge his own path with no one ‘ahead’ of him.  

It is amazing to watch him develop and grow.  

Happy snowman birthday.