Halloween 2016

Since we are gearing up for Christmas, I thought why not take a look back at Halloween.

When Bailey told me she wanted to be Bilbo Baggins from The Hobbit, I beamed with pride.  A girl after my own heart, swoon.  But you know what is hard to find at the thrift stores…hobbit gear.  I don’t know why I assumed it would be easy to find a green vest, red corduroy jacket, and some tweed pants that I could alter. But after hitting the third thrift store and coming away with nothing but a  white blouse, I took to the internet,  “How much could a hobbit costume be anyway?”  $9.95 that’s how much…sold!  Bailey wasn’t as thrilled as I was, “That’s not how it looks in the movie.”  It took just a little bit to convince her that a movie quality costume wasn’t a possibility.  She was thrilled when it finally came in the mail but more thrilled when the hairy feet showed up.

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Mia on the other hand kept looking outside for a package with her costume in it that was never going to come.  When I suggested she be a troll for Halloween, I was thinking of the old gem trolls that were a hit in the 80’s.  She was all for it, although I could have suggested she be a centipede or a rock and she would have been all for that too.  Every day she would declare, “I’m going to be a tiger.   I am going to be a horse.  I’m going to be a kitty cat.  I’m going to be a witch.” And then I would say, “I thought you were going to be a troll?” “Oh yes! I am going to be a troll!” and so on.  But then we started seeing toys and previews for the new TROLLS movie and  a new excitement was reached. Bailey was pulling for Mia to be Branch, but Poppy was triumphant in Mia’s eyes.  Her costume was all about the hair.  We teased and sprayed until we could “TASTE IT IN MY MOUTH!!!“, but we survived. We didn’t see the movie before Halloween but have seen it since. Go see it, it will make your heart happy.

Like every year, Bailey seemed to be more interested in handing out candy than going to get it. There can’t be very many situations where it is is the kid saying, “Can we go home, now?”  and the adults saying, “Let’s just do one more house.”

My only regret is not showing up as Gandalf the Grey to Bailey’s Halloween party at school. I had picked up a Wonder Woman shirt with attached cape to get in the spirit of things and was greeted joyfully by Bailey and her school chums. But when I asked Bailey if she liked my costume, she gave me one of her disapproving looks and whispered “You should have been Gandalf.” I am wasting these days! What kid is okay with their mom showing up in a themed costume with them! AT SCHOOL!

I can only hope for next year.

 

 

Happy Birthday, Big Girl!

 

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Dear Mia,

You are certainly a blessing to your family and friends and those you meet along the way.  For a four year old you have a  BIG personality, making us laugh on a daily basis even on the occasion that you get in trouble (today it was screaming through the door, “I. AM. CALM!”). You are witty and smart and have a smile that melts our hearts. As big as you like to show us you are, touching the sink on tippy toes or showing us how much your arms have grown since yesterday, you are actually pretty small. You just moved out of 2T clothes into 3T which you find ridiculous since you are 4.

Preschool is going very well and you come home singing and counting up a storm. You have always been patriotic and currently stop and put your hand on your heart when you hear the Star Spangled Banner on TV.  This happens often with all the football and baseball we’ve been watching lately.  Tonight I found you eating popcorn on the couch watching the Cowboys and Vikings by yourself. For the record you were rooting for “the stars”.

My very favorite thing I love about you is how much you LOVE others.  You are our snuggle bug.  You can be found crawling on laps, holding hands, and sneaking kisses onto the babies at church.  Not only do you lavish on the love, you demand it from others. No one leaves the house without a hug, “and one from you too, ________ (mom, dad, Bailey).”  Which makes us all remember to love a little greater.

As much as you love us, we LOVE you.

Your sister adores you…

No one more excited to celebrate you.

 

 

You have your dad wrapped around that tiny finger.

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(You laughed your amazing belly laugh when you opened that dragon. “My Dragon!” you exclaimed.)

And then there’s me, your mama. Since I’m writing this blog, I get to tell you that I love you the most (The two above would disagree).  But the truth is, my heart overflows with love for you. You are loved so very much by so many…we all are.  Our Great God has blessed us with all the love He has for us… that we are able to feel it so tangibly here on earth with each other is incredible. You, my sweet girl, are right in the midst of it.

I love you more than you’ll ever know,

Mom

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Hey Chicago, What do you say?

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AUGUST Coors Field Cubs vs. Rockies

The Chicago Cubs have won the World Series. After 108 yrs, the Cubs have won it all. In our house this was a big deal.  Nate has been a Cubs fan as long as he can remember, which calculates to a little over 30 years.  I have been a Cubs fan as long as we have been together, which is a little over 12 years. We’ve made the trips to Chicago, watched games together, and there was a time when Bailey was a baby that I desperately wanted to dress her as Harry Caray for Halloween.  This October has been an incredible one for a Cubs fan, but it all came down to a Game 7 against the Cleveland Indians on November 2.

Most people know Nate as a huge sports fan and a great broadcaster.  But one of his lesser known gifts is his incredible memory. It’s not a memory that can regale you with stories of old, no, it’s a “Rain Man” memory that can tell you all of the players on the Billings Mustangs minor league team in 1994, what position they played, AND what number they wore on their jersey. This makes watching games with him lots of fun. Nate fills you in on not only the history of the teams, but each player and the stories of who they are .

It  can also make watching the game extremely stressful. Like when steely, calm as a cucumber, pitcher Kyle Hendricks is pulled for Jon Lester and Nate reminds you that Lester has a mental block and can’t throw to first base. “WHAT ARE YOU DOING, JOE!” I won’t go into the play by play here.  I do not know of a spectator sport that is more stressful and exhausting to watch, especially when it’s game seven of a World Series your team hasn’t been in since 1945.  There was pacing and gnashing of teeth and, yes, some undesirable language.

But in the 10th inning, the Cubs scored first and then….then the DVR quit because we had only recorded an EXTRA hour and a half  and a rain delay ruined everything stopping our recording as Cleveland took to the bats (insert more gnashing of teeth here).  We braced ourselves and went “live”. There it was, sweet celebration! Cheers of joy followed by relief. The full weight of it all setting in. Nate commented on “all the memories” that sifted through.  The past days have been spent trolling social media, reliving highlights and watching the celebrations.

I am still kicking my self for not getting us to Chicago this past summer. Back in April, Nate had said that “this was the year”.  We did make plans to go to Coors Field in Denver in August when the Cubs would take on the Rockies. Nate was gifted with a Media Pass from one of his media friends to watch the Saturday night game in which he had the Awesome seats you see above and a great Cubs win. We opted to take the girls to the Sunday afternoon game which was a scorcher.  The seats were almost too hot to sit on, I could feel rivers of sweat rolling down my back and the Cubs lost, big. I didn’t mind though, because it isn’t very often this little babe falls asleep in my arms.

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Like the rest of Cub nation, we’ll be wearing our gear with pride.  The girls can be found singing “GO, CUBS, GO”  randomly through out the day, and I’m still watching highlights on Facebook.  We’re soaking up the glory and looking forward to watching it all unfold again next year.

Wheels on the bus…2nd Grade

The first time I had to ride the bus to school on a daily basis was when I was a freshman in High School.  I dreaded the whole idea and I can’t say it ever got to be great. My only consolation was that one of my best friends, Leslie, had to ride the bus too and was on my route.  We also got to school early enough to get last minute homework done. Our bus driver, Mr. Bachmeier, was known for speed, and making kids sick traveling the curvy, Boulder Canyon road. Most of my bus memories consist of me running down the gravel road with a backpack and some sort of athletic bag, which in the spring time was a bag of golf clubs.  To Bachy’s (as we affectionately called him) credit, if he saw me, he would slam on the breaks and I would breathlessly thank him for stopping.  There was more than one occasion that I missed the bus entirely and that never boded well either.  Not exactly good times.

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One of the highlights of the move to the new house, for Bailey, was that she was going to be able to ride the bus.  We had filled out the proper paper work in May and Bailey was thrilled to get her bus number in the mail right before school started. Nate and I put our foot down about riding the bus to school, that is Daddy’s time, but on that first day of 2nd grade she could ride it home.

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Bailey skipped off that bus the first day of school beaming like a ray of sunshine. She couldn’t stop talking about how great that bus was and all the friends that ride it.  It was THE highlight of the whole day. Bailey has been riding it home ever since.  I think it is partly getting to spend more time with friends and partly stretching her independence that makes the bust attractive to her.  She even walks down the street to our house all by herself on occasion. Although, she has come to find it isn’t so bad having her loving mom, sister and dog walk her home either.

This kid continues to surprise and impress me with how much more brave she is than I ever was at that age!  We are so proud of you Bailey Girl!

“…Feel so broke up, I wanna go home.”

It was sometime in the beginning of August while I was doing laundry and Mia was playing with her babies, that my little girl began to sing.  In her sweet little 3 year old voice the notes began to flow along with the words, “drink’n all night…doo-do-da-doo…got into a fight… ya, ya…I feel so broke up… I wanna go home…”. My first reaction was “Where did you hear that?” “Daddy.” she simply replied.  As she continued to the chorus, I was able to identify the the vaguely familiar tune. I didn’t know that Nate had been singing Sloop John B by the Beach Boys to Mia as he rocked her before bed all summer long. Mia didn’t know that it would soon be her Anthem song as she headed into preschool.

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I decided to take a job at our Church as the Children’s Ministry Director toward the end of July. A real, live, very part time job! I had no plans of heading back to work until Mia was in Kindergarten, but God had other plans.  God also blessed us with a last minute spot for Mia in the Preschool at Seton.  Bailey was over the moon excited for Mia to be at her old school and Mia was excited to FINALLY be going to school too.  She had been showing everyone how big she was getting by stretching her arms and legs forward so that they could see the actual growth of her limbs, she was clearly “Big enough”. But the excitement only lasted for the first couple days. She went to Gym class where it was loud and the teacher blew a whistle and that was the last straw.  This whole preschool  thing was officially “the worst trip she’d ever been on”.

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Feeling under the weather and Labor Day didn’t help our cause. Mornings were filled with tears and/or fits of anger. Nights before school were filled with anxiety and more tears. Though technically there was no all night drinking, there was a moment on the drive into work  that I thought about swinging into BJ’s for a bottle of wine.

Nate was my reassuring rock, constantly telling me she’s going to be fine. We would get through this. He took her to school and she became more clingy.

It was Hard.

REALLY hard.

But you know what?

She did it.

When I graduated college, my 4th grade teacher gifted me with a box of at least 20 of her treasured pins. Mrs. Treber was one of the BEST in the business and she collected pins. She always had at least one on if not a vest full. Some were sentimental, some moved, lit up or played music. Mia found her courage in Mrs. Treber’s Pins.  She now wears two pins and a smile to school.

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It wasn’t just the pins of course. We have gotten more than a few Happy Meals as rewards for crossing milestones. Her teacher, Mrs. Sullivan is also incredible! Thankfully there were hardly any tears at school, but Mrs. Sullivan knew when Mia needed a hand to hold, a hug, and when to call her bluff. She is wonderfully, laid back and entirely concerned about having fun at school. We love her.

Mia is still not a big fan of Gym, but there are no more tears and she is having good days. We are so very proud of her. It is also great to see her proud of herself too. When I walk in to pick her up now, she gives me a giant hug, a big smile and declares, “I had a good day, today!” And that makes my heart sing!

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Soccer Saturdays

We are becoming those parents.

You know the ones.  The parents you know are at the game because you can hear them.  The truth is that we are LOVING watching our kids play soccer and feel we are most helpful as undesignated sideline coaches encourage-rs.

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Bailey is improving every game! She has become one of the leaders on her team and has more of a competitive spirit in her than we had anticipated.

Mia is having a blast this first year. She is the youngest on her team and has more fun running around watching her team mates than actually kicking the ball, no matter how much we yell for her to do otherwise.  Also our yelling has served as an equal distraction. Instead of going for the ball that is right in front of her she turns toward us as if to say “What’s that you say?”or “I’m sorry, were you trying to take my picture? Let me stop and smile for you.”

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We had forgotten how funny they are at this age as they tend to travel around the ball in large groups.

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The sisters tend to concentrate the same way, with their tongues out.

 

So you are guaranteed to find us at the fields this fall.  Hopefully enjoying beautiful weather and continuing to play  cheer from the sidelines.

Love’n some Olympics

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This is how we’ve been spending our evenings this week. If Bailey isn’t sitting with me, she’s sitting with her dad late into the evening cheering on Team U.S.A.  Bailey kid was only three the last time Michel Phelps was in the water and I was falling in love with Gabby Douglas. This year is the first Olympics that she has been old enough to not just show interest but seems to have inherited my obsession. Swimming is her favorite so far.  We are both HUGE fans of Katie Ledecky, and I am still hoping Phelps continues to kick butt this year.  Her other interests include Gymnastics, Diving, Fencing, and Beach Volleyball. I’ve noticed that some of the athletes are close to my age or older (HELLO Oksana Chusovitina) and I think perhaps an Olympic run for me is still in the cards…Archery maybe.  But my dreams are definitely shifting this year and more and more my aspirations shift to looking something like Aly Raisman’s parents.  Bailey is dreaming too, doing gymnastics moves in the living room and swimming with goggles on in the bathtub. At night it is just the three of us on the couch whispering quiet cheers so as not to wake up Mia.  Nate commented last night that this is the sweetest way to finish out the summer and I couldn’t agree more.