Day 1652 | Tree Climbing
/You look away for one minute and your kid manages to scale a decent-size tree. I should probably have been a bit more worried. Instead, I was just super impressed.
You look away for one minute and your kid manages to scale a decent-size tree. I should probably have been a bit more worried. Instead, I was just super impressed.
The boys have been really into drawing Mr. Mans lately (the singular is Mr. Man). I won’t give too many of the details away here because they will be revealed soon. I know that the stress of not knowing is probably very extreme so text me if you don’t think you can wait a few days.
Growing up, you have no idea the amount of sacrifices and energy and love that goes into raising kids. You’re so enveloped in your own world that the concept is not only unimaginable but unfathomable—as it should be, I guess.
I’ve been a mom for seven years now and every single day I’m realizing what it means to be a mom. As much as I have to teach them, I have an equal amount—if not more—to learn from them.
I love these boys. I love being a mom. And I’m beyond grateful to the two women pictured above (Chris’s mom on the left, my mom on the right) who raised their babies into the people who could raise our babies.
We’ve been waiting since February for the How to Train Your Dragons 3 movie to come to our neighborhood budget theater (movies for $5!) and our dream finally came true tonight. Toothless, the main dragon in that movie, might be one of my all-time favorite animated characters.
In honor of the movie, I forced the boys to pose with the new dragon sculpture outside the movie theater. It was meant to be, right?
Is there anything better than homemade bread? Knowing exactly what the ingredients are, the smell of it baking, eating it warm…it’s all so good.
I checked out this book from the library, The New Artisan Bread in Five Minutes a Day, and it has inspired me. You make one batch of dough and it lasts in the fridge for two weeks. Then you take out 1/4 of it at a time and make a small-ish fresh loaf for dinner with just a few minutes worth of work. Genius, right? And the bread is really delicious, too. There are a bunch of different recipe variations that I haven’t explored yet, but I’m excited.
As witnessed tonight, brothers do come in handy sometimes. They might not always get along. They might not always see eye to eye on things. But they really are best friends. I’m just so glad they have each other.
Dance competition selfie from yesterday. Aren’t we cute?
We’re missing one of the girls in this photo and one of them pictured has a fake bruise on her face, but it’s the best we could do. These girls were crazy busy all afternoon and we couldn’t catch them for a better photo. We’re so proud of our girls for the work and effort that goes into these completions and love watching their passion come to life on stage.
Man, what a gorgeous day. I could handle a few more like this.
Robbe and I set up this workspace for him today. I grabbed the typewriter (it weighs a ton, after all) and he took care of decorating his area with his favorite photo and his new drawing of his favorite birds.
He did a lot of typing about blue-footed boobies. And some typing of friends’ names, too. It was a busy day.
Today Robbe asked me to find, print, and frame a photograph of [preferably dancing] ducks. He settled on this one of two blue-footed boobies. You know how google searches veer sometimes. He is so very proud of this photo. Can you tell?
Side note: I’m sorry I’ve been such a deadbeat on the blog lately. This past week has been one of the busiest in a long long while. I’m almost through the haze, though. Stick with me.
I’ve been having a really hard time taking photos lately. We’ve been super busy and I guess I just haven’t been thinking about it in the moment. And then I get home and realize that I’m left without anything for the blog [again]. Sorry about that!
I’m in the same predicament tonight so I’ve decided to go back into my camera roll and post this gem from Easter. It might not be today, but it is cute!
This is what you want childhood to look like: rolling down a hill in a wagon with some good friends while your dad runs along side and protects you from hitting trees. I’m not sure the boys have ever been happier.
The boys got haircuts today. Robbe could not be more existed to have the haircut he’s been asking for since he saw Harry Potter about a month ago. He wanted to look like Draco Malfoy—for some strange reason. The barber hit it out of the park, though. This little guy couldn’t be happier.
No one can complain about a bit of rain after the gorgeous weekend we had. Plus these two are just so sweet sharing an umbrella.
These little guys are *very* excited about Easter. Like, very very excited.
Hopefully they find some good baskets tomorrow. Happy Easter, everyone!
It was a gorgeous day in Wisconsin. Chris was off work and the boys were off school so we made the most of our bonus weekend day.
Remember how I’ve mentioned the spring flooding that happens in Eau Claire (here and here)? It’s back again. I think the river is the highest we’ve seen it, in fact. Chase snapped the photo above when we were at the park this afternoon. Do you see the tree line on the other side of the ducks? Usually there’s a sloping hill after that and then the river starts. It’s crazy!
We needed today. Sunshine and high 60s. No one can be grumpy on a day like today.
Now that the snow is [mostly] gone, we had to have another pumping tutorial on the swing set today. Since our kids have never been interested in swings, they haven’t honed their pumping skills. Shocking, I know. This is the year, though! They’ll be jumping off in no time.
Today was our annual bag-stuffing assembly line for my hometown Easter egg hunt (taking place next weekend). I don’t know why but I love this tradition so much. And the boys are becoming much more self-sufficient in the process. Our quality control team only caught one error. Hopefully the kiddos next weekend appreciate the goodies!
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