Wednesday, August 21, 2013

Soaking up the Solo Gig

I feel a pull lately on both Troy and I to soak up every second of these last few days, hours, moments with Charlotte as an only child. It's a bit surreal when I stop to think that close to two and a half years ago we were in this same position...the same yet completely different.

I turned to Troy the other day and tried to put into words this "pull". I failed miserably, but he looked at me and said exactly what I needed to hear: "I get it"

We've grown into parents. We're more confident in our decisions, more comfortable in our roles, less concerned about how everyone else operates and more focused on what really works for our family.

This time around, although still a bit anxious to see how things will work out, we're more relaxed. In the end, we know they will work out exactly as they should. We'll adjust, we'll adapt, we'll laugh, we'll cry, and we'll be a stronger family because of it.

We're preparing for the unknown the best way we know how; by clinging to what we do know. We know how to love, how to cuddle, how to play, and how to make memories. We're experts. And that my friends, is all we need.

Wednesday, August 14, 2013

Birthday Party

Charlotte attended her first school-friend birthday party this weekend. There were cupcakes and crafts, and lots of chaos. Really could not have been more proud of her. She acted fantastic and enjoyed being around new people and new places. Lots of proud parent moments.

She's looking forward to her own birthday now....still 5 months away. An eternity for a toddler.

Saturday, August 10, 2013

Iowa State Fair - Ordering In

Since leaving home at 18 there's one time each year that I've made a point of being home. Not Thanksgiving, or Christmas....but for a couple days toward the end of summer during two glorious weeks known as the Iowa State Fair. I also can't remember a year since meeting Troy that he didn't make the trip with me. His appreciation for smelly livestock, hand shaken lemonade and butter cows may run even deeper than my own. He's been converted.

I realize how ridiculous this sounds to anyone not having grown up in Iowa. I also realize how completely normal this sounds to anyone who did grow up in Iowa.

This year is different though. At 36 weeks pregnant by the time the Fair rolled around, my doctor advised against travel. We contemplated making the trip no less than 50 times but in the end decided against it.

I think we were both a little bummed..not to mention Oma. Leave it to the best husband and father in the world to fill the void and bring the fair to us.

We had a Midway built of blocks, a homemade sign for corndogs and lemonade, a butter cow, a photo slide show of all things Iowa State Fair, and our favorite foods on a stick. We even pretended to drive to Iowa before hand. And did I mention the Mister pulled this all off in a day? As a surprise? Yeah, he's pretty great.

My favorite part though? The next morning when he made sticky buns which we always make a point of getting for one of our early morning fair adventures. Amazing.

Monday, August 5, 2013


Troy finally took the plunge into a hobby that he's long sat on the sidelines observing: home brewing.

He's doing small batches, and learning along the way. But I'll be the first to admit it's been a lot of fun so far....and we've even brewed a batch of the "root" variety for those of us not enjoying alcoholic beverages.