Per tradition in our home, we always have a themed party for our kids and then a separate celebration at home on their actual birthday. This year, Brad was gone on another training so it was just me and the kids. Continue reading
Violet is a true summer baby through and through; she loves going to the beach and playing in the water, finding the small shells that the lake washes up onto the shore, and taking in the summer sun. Her birthday theme was obvious, it had to be mermaids!
In honor of Vi’s upcoming birthday.
Celebrating her strength and all the fierce little girls who have been told they need to be tamed.
We were at the local Mommys’ Group; I was sitting in a circle of other moms with our tiny babies. Franki was on her little blanket snuggled in, refusing to do tummy time; Marshall ran about with the older boys, pretending to be airplanes with their arms outstretched wide. Vi was in a play pirate ship with a boy who is more than twice her age. Continue reading
Ya’ll, for the second summer in a row we were able to make it out berry picking! I would say it was an annual tradition but that’s not exactly true- we’ve intended to take the kids berry picking every summer but then life has gotten in the way and by the time we realize it’s time to head to the fields…the berry patch is closed. Luckily, we were able to make time once more to pick our favorite summer fruit. Continue reading
Beer! Grilling! Freedom! That’s right, the Fourth of July has already arrived (summer is seriously flying!) and we were thrilled to have Brad off of work to celebrate with us. Back when he worked in Kansas City, he would literally work 20 of the 24 hours during Independence Day; having him home with us on the occasional holiday is definitely the upside of moving back to Minnesota. Continue reading
With age I have opened up more to the world. I have grown up from that conservative girl in northern Minnesota who thought the world was black and white. More than that, I’ve been more open with my story and my opinion. Continue reading
Growing up, I didn’t really believe in fate. Or soulmates. Or loving marriage. Continue reading
A chapter has now closed for Marshall and a new one begins. After three years (and three schools) Marshall has finished his preschool years and will begin kindergarten in the fall.
He polishes his badge with the same care as he bathes his newborn. He irons perfect creases into his uniform. Once dressed and double-checked, he radios in to dispatch “10-8 for shift, good morning.” Continue reading