Thursday, September 27, 2012

Texas Littles

A follow up post from our recent Dallas trip to visit some of our favorite people....the kids!

Tuesday, September 25, 2012


Home: noun.
Only 4 letters. But its a big word, full of emotion, and meaning. Merriam-Webster may as well fold her hand, because this one is better left to one's own interpreation.

It can be where you sleep each night. The place you feel safest. Where your family is. Where you hang your hat, or maybe mom's homeade noodles. It can be figurative, or literal. Big or small and white with a red door. Maybe home is in your child's laughter, or that first sip of hot tea on a fall night. Maybe, just maybe, home isn't somewhere, but everywhere.

"Home" means many things to many different people. For me it's a lot of things. It's where my husband is, it's where my daughter is. It's where I can cook breakfast in my pajamas, where I can laugh freely, where my friends are. It's how I feel when I hear itty bitty footsteps on hard floors, a dog snoaring at my feet, and the taste of Humphry's sweet corn in the summer. For me, it's a feeling. Home for me fills my heart up and recharges me. This weekend I was home in a big way. 10 friends, 4 kids, one dog, one cat, and a whole lot of love all under one roof. Home. There was so much home that my cheeks hurt from smiling, and my arms ached from holding babies. 

We had a surprise birthday party for one of our closest friends on Thursday. And after months of planning and keeping quiet we found out he had known all along. Fail. The last time we tried a surprise trip we failed as well, and that was almost 10 years ago - apparently we have't gotten much better. But all the same we had a great time.

Dallas gave us one last healthy helping of summer with 90+ degree weather and nothing but sun. Three days full of laughing, gambling, golfing, bubbles, beer, swimming, reminiscing, and home.


Sunday, September 16, 2012


We used to take laundry for granted. In Kansas, in our house with a bedroom for all of our guests, ample basement storage, a yard for gardening (we didn't, but we could have), and a laundry room. A whole room. For laundry. Living large.

And then we moved. And aside from the 10 minute panic attack while unpacking on night one, I've had no regrets. But, as anyone who has lived the apartment life can readily attest, in-unit laundry is as good as it comes.

Last week our dryer stopped working. Our landlord is "waiting for his guy to call", and we had a mountain of dirties taking over. Enter the laundromat. C digs the laundromat. Water, carts to push around and other kids to play with - it's like a water park, grocery store, park triple marriage. Pure awesome.

Monday, September 10, 2012


Sometimes doing things only half way is more fun...

And sometimes a poor play on words is just as fun.....Shirt Head

Wednesday, September 5, 2012

Labor Day

I've been a lax on the posting lately. I wish I could say it's because we're busy, or off traveling, but in truth, we're doing a whole lot of nothing. And I'm certainly not complaining.

But with nothing....comes little inspiration for blogging. Even if this is just a blog about our lives.

Sometimes I have to remind myself to look a little deeper - I'm looking. And until then, I'll just express my thoughts through pictures.

Friday night we started our long Labor Day weekend with an impromptu movie in the park. We've only been able to make it to 3 this season. The first two were fails. This one, with the help of a cherry tootsie pop was a success. A bag of suckers has now made itself a permanent residence in our cupboard.

Saturday we spent running errands and trying a Cuban place for lunch.

Sunday we had planned to go to the suburbs for some shopping, but we talked ourselves out of it and spent the rainy day inside playing and relaxing. Including a family nap. And a short walk to the park and then to get ice cream - with sprinkles.

Monday we spent the morning at the beach. It still amazes me how much C likes sand and water. Two uninterrupted hours of grabbing hand fulls of sand, filling buckets with rocks, and swimming. We grilled and had dinner outside to finish off the weekend.

Already looking forward to next weekend - Oma is coming!

Yeah, I don't care that it's not in focus. It's perfect. Be still my beating heart.