Archive | June, 2012

My dad is awesome, just saying…

17 Jun

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Today is Father’s day! I was very lucky growing up that my dad was my rock, and the one man that would always be there for me. Harold is the same for our kids, and I see so many of the qualities that I love in my father in him. He wants to provide the best he can, the pride, and the unconditional love. I loved growing up that my dad always involved my sister and I in his daily chores, he taught us how to wash a car appropriately (start at the top and save the tires for last!), how to build a scale model car and follow directions appropriately, and how to calculate damage when a level 5 Owl bear attacks your level 3 cleric during a routine check out of the wooded area that your clan has stopped the night in. My dad taught me a whole lot of things, and I am grateful. Daphne and Kirby get to make the same memories with my dad, and he gets to go through all the fun of being a father all over again. Harold gets to make his own versions of these memories with the kids, and I love how he teaches them new and fun things all the time. He is a great father, and I love seeing how he is with each child, being calm and smothering Daphne with love when she finishes a hard piece of homework, and excited and letting Kirby explore when they are outside and exploring. I love every second of it, and I don’t think there is a way for me to describe how much I love all the dads in my life. They are all the bees knees if I do say so myself.

Caitlin

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Embracing.

15 Jun

I had a huge post all written out. It explained how I don’t like animal violence in movies, how I am debating becoming a vegetarian, how Harold and I have been married for two years and our kids are growing up so fast, and how I am watching Alien for the first time. Something happened, and now the post is gone. I think that was a good thing. I’m going to start over.


I’ve been doing this a lot lately. I’m trying to get back to myself, to who I am regardless of kids, husband, or work load. I’m trying to enjoy myself not in spite of all that, but along side of all that. I think it’s working, and I’m doing a gosh darn fine job at it too.


Kirby is growing into this amazing little man. When he wants to do something, he does it. It may be crunching chex between his fingers, and that’s alright. I’m trying not to sweat the small stuff. Daphne is going to be in first grade next year, and just watching her at her end of the year school trip to the zoo was amazing. She is becoming this little lady who loves to put outfits together that just emulate how she feels. Are we going to brunch? Then it’s a dress with a little sweater. Will she be running around outside? Boom it’s soft pants that don’t bulk up. Are we going to play with friends? Well that five year old will stick on some nice jeans, a tunic top, and a blazer. I’m impressed everyday with her attitude and tolerance for her little brother taking her toys, and I am so proud to be her bonus mom.


We celebrated our two year anniversary with a night time picnic at the pond that we got married at. We sat on the dock while the kids danced around to John Denver and counted bats in the sky. It was calm, we ate cow tails, we raced with the kids on our backs (I won, and not because Kirby is only about 30 pounds and Daphne is 60, oh no, it was because I’m faster ;P ), and we just enjoyed the calm. I think we forget to enjoy the calm. Harold and I are working on getting our zen on with the calm.


This is my bliss. My perfect morning. Coffee. Cupcakes. Small thoughts that have nothing to do with putting gas in the car or where the missing shoe is. I take it while I can get it, and it’s amazing when it happens.

Kids and Kisses,
Caitlin

Simple. Safe. Delicious.

10 Jun

I am blessed on Sundays. On Sundays, I pack up Kirby and we go spend the evening with our friend Brady and Robyn, and their five kids. Other friends join us for a supper that normally has a theme, and we dine and catch up. Karen and Robyn talk about horses, and I politely excuse myself to the outside to check on the kids, because I know nothing about horses. Of course, I am PRO Pony, but I know nothing. My friends love them, and I love my friends. So I guess, in a way, I love horses? It’s like six degrees from Kevin Bacon, but it’s more like six degrees from horses.

One of the magical things that happens on Sundays is that I get to watch Kirby and Alayna play. They are a week apart, with Alayna being a week older (she is such a cougar), and born in the same hospital.

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We finished it off with Pina Colada Bundt cake. It was amazing. I already knew I would like it as soon as Robyn said she was making it, I mean seriously, I already like getting caught in the rain. I’m not so big on waking up at midnight though, and dunes are a hit or miss in my book (sand can really get everywhere), but I am still in favor of Pina Colada anything.
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Happy Sunday!

My life as of late; I’ve come out of the wardrobe into the real world once more.

10 Jun

I’ve been absent on my blog for a very long time. Life has gotten the best of me. I’m working full time, Daphne has been doing great in kindergarten, and Kirby is becoming more active all the time. I’m trying to juggle housework, kids, work, and Harold, while not losing myself in between. Sadly, I think I might be losing me. Don’t worry though, I’m on my way to getting me back 😀

 

These are just some recent photos of our lives.

Kirby and Ice Cream
I got bangs!



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Not much has been happening. Harold took me to Las Vegas to celebrate my 21st birthday, I got bangs (tres chic, no?), and we’ve been working in the yard (pictures to come when we, um, figure out how it’s all going to work), and I’ve been growing my garden. I can’t wait for this summer, that’s for darn tootin’ sure.