Sunday, September 22, 2013

Happy Fall Ya'll!

This morning I awoke to the other side of the bed shifting under Colt's weight. He was getting up. The sun was up. I should get up.

Nahhhh. It's Sunday. I can sleep in.

(I pull my extra pillow over my ears and head-- I'm still not used to the pixie cut!)

I hear Colt release the monster. His feet pat around the corner and I know he's about to plunge into mommy and daddy's bed.

He climbs up, using our coverlet quilt as a ladder. He leans over me (I secretly hope that the cover and pillow are hiding me).

Shake once.

Shake twice.

"Mama!" Wyatt shouts.

Shake, shake shake.

He leans over me, I peak one eye open.

"Hey you!" he says, and then my first day of fall began.

Happy First Day of Fall, Ya'll!

I know it's been a while, but I have been truly blessed to have a wonderful job at a wonderful early learning center and the most wonderful little family in the world.


Monday, April 29, 2013

It's off to work I go...

I think it’s common knowledge that when I went back to work after having Wyatt, my heart did not accompany me. Sure, I did my absolute best. I worked part-time, co-teaching with a wonderful friend and colleague. But in those rare quiet moments in the middle of the day, my heart would ache to be home with Wyatt. So at the end of the year, I talked to my co-teacher, then to my principal, about resigning.

Sunday, April 28, 2013

It's hard to be just the mom.

When he learns to read, he will read his father a book. When he learns to ride his bicycle for the first time, it will be his dad running alongside him. When he learns to work on an engine, or drive his first car, it will be his dad he brags to about the size of the engine. When good things happen to him, he’ll run to his dad. When he achieves great things, it will be Dad he calls.

Dads get all the glory. All the successes.

And this week, it felt like all the love as well.

Thursday, March 14, 2013

Matchy Matching.

I got an e-mail from my Aunt Beki this week inviting us to her and my Uncle Sam's annual Easter Cookout. It's probably one of the only times during the year that my family gets together (and even then, it's only a small number of my side of the family, but lots of Aunt Beki's side show up too!).

Easter is also one of the only times during the year that Colt knowingly wears matching outfits. ;-)

And of course, I L-O-V-E for all three of us to match.

{I would do it every single day if I could. I am that weird.}

 So, I went to my go-to-matchy-match outfit place today {via the web. Puh-lease? Me leave the house when I don't have to? Riiiiight.} Old Navy is a GREAT source for finding clothing across the family that matches in some way. Within each season they maintain the same color schemes, so you can pretty much always locate the same hues/tones for every member of your family. And this way, by each of the 3 of us getting something within the same color scheme, we don't all end up wearing the same easter-egg-sweater-vest.

 Anyway, clothes were ordered. But I thought I'd share what I picked up. {And that I got an additional 15% off just for ordering online, today only! Which saved me around $10!}

*update! Now through St. Patty's Day Old Navy is offering 17% off online orders! Yeah, I'm bummed I missed out on that extra 2%, but now it's got me thinking about beefing up Wyatt's summer wardrobe while there's a tiny sale.

The guys already have jean shorts that they'll wear with the tops. And goodness knows I have tons of things to accessorize the t-shirt dress with. After shipping was added, our bill came to $65ish. Not too bad! {Oh! and not pictured is a $20 pair of faux leather flip-flops for Colt. I would've added that to the image too, but who cares about big-man-shoes? Its the cute little-man-shoes I wanted to show off!}

Thursday, March 7, 2013

just paint it.

I love DIY blogs. Probably unhealthily so. I read some of my favorites every single day. And sometimes the bloggers to two posts. I read both.

Wednesday, March 6, 2013

My child is gifted. In his own way.

Let’s be real. There’s no need to sugar coat things amongst friends. As a teacher, you hear the words, “My child is gifted,” very often. And more often than not, as a teacher, you inwardly roll your mind’s eye.

It’s not that I don’t believe your child is wonderful. It’s not even that I don’t agree with you. Your child very well might be the most gifted student I have ever had the pleasure of knowing. But it’s hard for any parent to remain impartial in a situation where aptitude and ability are concerned.

And as a new parent, I can wholeheartedly see why. Wyatt is God’s answer to all the wrongs in the world. He will cure cancer, develop a rocket ship that will maneuver the universe {vague enough, Aunt K?}, and probably preserve the world’s rainforests. All before 30. 

What? A hat that doubles as a tupperware bowl? Genius!

Tuesday, March 5, 2013

Little bit o' paint. Whole lotta love.

Messing around with more paint today, so I though I could get the little guy in on some.

This was a simple craft, but I think it might be my most favorite in the history of the world. {Yes, above Monet and van Gogh.}

Really simple. Splotched various colors onto a plate, then I pushed Wyatt's hand down into the mess.

Next step, I used his hand as a human-stamp ;-)

He pulled to the side just as I was pulling his hand up, but I just took a brush and used water to dilute the smudges, then I wiped it dry with a towel. Yes. That works. It's totally like the method that nail techs use for french-tipped-manicures. You just swish until the unneeded paint is gone. Then wipe away the water.

Enjoy my lovie's scrumptious hand print. {I just want to eat him up.}

Tuesday, February 26, 2013


It’s Tuesday and Wyatt is just feeling 100% after his catching a bothersome stomach bug last week. Sadly he hubster also succumbed to the illness Saturday afternoon, so by Sunday I had two very sick men on my hands.

Ugh. It made for a great weekend.

I naively thought that the little man was feeling better Monday morning. After giving him his normal breakfast of cheerios and yogurt, I realized I was sadly misguided in that assumption. As a matter of fact, I think Monday might have been the worst day of all, as not only was he hungry for real food, missing his milk terribly, running off at the bowels, AND regurgitating anything he ingested—but he was also just sick and tired of being sick and tired. I spent most of my day trying to console him while he gave me dirty looks, yelled in my face, and threw toys in my general direction. {all in a very sweet way. or really not.}

Make your own art?

Lately I've been reading a lot of DIY blogs.

A lot.

Some of my favorites are Young House Love, Bower Power, and IHeartOrganizing. And those are only my favorites.

{source: Bower Power}

Friday, February 22, 2013

Fluke? None such luck.

Let’s be honest, when referring to children, flukes rarely exist. But yesterday I acted oblivious to that certainty when Wyatt caught a stomach bug.  It all begin like this…

It was a calm, quiet afternoon. The kind you only get ever-so-often that promises that the winter will one day go away and spring is just around the corner

Sunday, February 17, 2013

Lazy Sunday

I wouldn't normally make a post about Wyatt and I doing absolutely-nothing all day long, but I caught some great photos today and couldn't wait to share them.

Friday, February 15, 2013

Throw it in the garbage.

Wyatt and I have a diaper-changing-ritual : it's a lot like a rabid bear taking down an unsuspecting hiker in the woods.

Tuesday, February 12, 2013

Wyatt goes to the park!

Today, instead of sitting around all day, ignoring the housework, and arguing with Wyatt as to whether or not its appropriate to smash a 10 lbs dog into a coffee cup, I decided that we would make a trip to the park.