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Kirbyisms

2 Mar

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Kirby, being the ripe age of 3 and a half says absolutely insane things. I thought I should share some while I compile an actual blog post.

“Mom, alligators are called crocodiles”

(when I’m not doing exactly what he says)”mom, you didn’t see my words!”

“I need a turner mom! If I can’t find it you will buy it for me!” (When he is looking for a specific brio train piece)

“Regularly milk please!” (When he doesn’t want chocolate milk)

And he always wants bubbles mid way through bath time. I can’t get enough of this kid. Thank gosh he’s already mine!

Whatever Happens, I’ll Leave It All To Chance

3 Sep

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Tonight my friends daughter was calling for me through the house. I came around the corner and she goes “Did you dream about your wedding when you were young?” I told her that I did, I told her that I dreamed of a long blowy dress, being married outside, walking down the isle to John Denver with my dad, and saying I do surrounded by family and friends.

Thankfully, that all happened. Then she asked me when I knew that I wanted to marry Harold and when he was the one. Isn’t that a silly question? Well, it took me a second, because it really wasn’t silly. On the outside it looked like he proposed, I said yes, and several months later I walked down the isle to my best friend and we were happy ever after, the birds sang, the clouds opened, and we were eternally bound. The answer I gave was no where near that simple.

I’m going to write this because I hope that someday my kids see it, my friends see it, and it gives clarity as to why I said yes at such a crazy time in my life to commit to something that was so big.

Harold and I had been learning so much about each other at such a fast rate. We were in an incredibly tense time in our relationship in which I was learning that walking away and shutting the door wasn’t the answer, that you need to learn what other people like and grow instead of just moving on. He was learning that I am insane and sometimes I’m just bananas, but that it comes from a good place and I want to help people. I was listening to God so much during that time. I remember spending nights just asking for help. I was so stressed from my job, and I was young. I was in a relationship that came with an instant family and instant responsibilities that stretch way beyond the skills I had learned as a babysitter.

Then I heard exactly what God wanted me to hear. It made sense. In all other times in my life, when I wasn’t happy, or it didn’t suit me, I just turned around. I felt like it was their fault, their problem, but this time I wasn’t walking away, and I actually cared. There was no blaming past experiences for making me that way, or changing myself from the core to be what they wanted and it not working out because it was a superficial false costume. I wanted to better myself, to be the best person that I could be, for him, for me, for everyone. I figured out that walking away would never make it better. It would just make it happen again, but I wouldn’t want to stay the next time, or the time after that. I heard the word of Him, and He asked if I would ever go through this for anyone else, and I knew the answer.

I wouldn’t.

That’s it. I knew. I was in it for the long haul. That was November, and then magically he proposed a month later, and completely caught me off guard. Harold had even bought the ring during the time of my mini revelation. I believe in fate, soul mates, the greater good, and everything falling into place. It takes time, it takes work, but it happens.

Plus, if you really want to get to the nitty gritty, one time before Harold and I were even friends, he offered me a ride once when I was walking home from work. I said no, I don’t accept rides from strangers. He asked me repeatedly because it was so cold out, and I kept saying no and walking. I sometimes wonder what would have happened if I said yes. It doesn’t matter though, he still would have wound up being my husband.

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Oh us? We just spent this last week being AWESOME (I have no catchy title for this post)

30 Aug

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We are wrapping up summer. The leaves are starting to fall, there is a quaint chill in the morning air, and I wore a sweater to take Daphne to her first grade meet and great (oh, do you see what I did there?).

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On Tuesday, we took an amazing day trip to see my paternal grandparents. They are these amazing people, and although I’m pretty sure my grandfather will never give me his beautiful corvette, I love him just the same. My grandmother made potato salad, and I about died, it was that good.

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It seems our unofficial theme for the summer was thankful. We were thankful for each other, our strengths, or weaknesses were supported, our accomplishments were celebrated.

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We took lots of family time, and just enjoyed the good weather. Did we get enough stuff done around the house yet? Probably not, but there is always time for that I think. There is always time to fold laundry, but only one summer when Daphne is almost 6 and Kirby is almost 2.

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If you can’t tell from our photos, we went to the zoo this week.

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We are really looking forward to this upcoming school year. Daphne is so excited, and we spend evenings talking about all the things she wants to happen this year. “Mom, I can’t wait to see my friends” and “Mom, I can play on the big playground now! I’m a big girl!” are the sweetest things to hear. When she opens her big brown eyes and looks at me with so much excitement and confidence, it makes me just cherish her even more. She is going to do so many amazing things, and I don’t know if I can really grasp that yet.

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I’m glad I took a vacation week. It was so worth it. Staycation. And tomorrow? A dentist appointment, because everyone wants someone to hang out in their mouth for like an hour…

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xoxox
Clean teeth and caramel rum cake,
Caitlin

A Verry Merry Birthday to Two

12 Aug

This weekend was special. Well, all weekends are special. I’m telling you though, this weekend was extra extra truly special. We had a birthday party for the kids. Daphne turned 6, and Kirby turned 2, and they are four years and two days apart. We thought it would be the best and most magical way to welcome in this upcoming year and really represent our family.

Hell, who I am I kidding? I only wanted to buy one cake.

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I kid, I kid. It was a fabulous occasion, and purchasing only one cake was really just an added bonus that I didn’t think about until after the party was all over.

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It was a simple party, it was the funnest party. The recipe for the party is as follows:
1. Wait until three days until party would be held
2. Send out mass emails for a party
3. Purchase cake and snacks
4. Go to public park and just wait for people to show up

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Somehow, it was this amazing and fun party. We scheduled snacks, cake, and a pinata, everything else the children did was on their own and uninhibited. Parents conversed and watched their kids, everyone had everyone’s kid in eyesight. We scored the most perfect spot in the park. I am the party throwing queen, and I’m not afraid to say it.

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My son is turning 2, and my daughter is turning 6. They sing, play, laugh, dance, they are kind and loving, and have Jesus in their hearts. Everyday these kids that I have are getting older and older, wiser and wiser, and holy jeez am I lucky that I am here for the ride, camera in hand. Blog at the ready to record and share all the fun and exciting moments that make up their lives. Our lives.

Daphne is just this ball of spunk and fire. She whips out stories with so much vigor and delight, is so careful when she draws and makes sure that she includes teeth, fingers, and hair. Girlfriend is a whirlwind. I remember when I first met you. You were two, and loved nothing more in the world then a can of spaghettio’s and some Sponge Bob. You’re growing into this Little lady, who sits on the couch watching Top Chef and helping me make roasted carrot soup. I count my blessings everyday that you call me mom. I am blessed by you.

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So when this little guy turns 2 on Monday, I’ll be super emotional. My Little lion man, my buddy, the cutie to my patootie. Where has the time gone?

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Tearful hugs and ever loving smiles,
xoxo
Caitlin

A Typical Funday Monday

7 Aug

It was a typical Monday, and boy do I sure love me a good Monday.

I see Monday as a very important day. A day that’s full of positive choices, extra coffee, at least once balanced meal, and some serious kid centric cuddles. No matter how hectic my Monday is, we all finish it off at Miss Robyn’s house. Robyn is a very special kind of friend. She is the friend who’s kids are the same age as your kids, isn’t afraid to tell you that your yeast is dead and that it’s why your break sucks, and looks at me with an ever so lovely gaze of contentment when I ask her if I have to buy earth worms for my garden or if they come with my soil.

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I just really love Mondays. Even though I’m pretty sure my dog at some cashews, and they really don’t sit with her stomach well, and I just finished washing her at 12:30 in the morning because the smell…oh god the smell. Sometimes I love my dog more then sleep. She falls into a similar category as my kids, except Shadow has to sleep in her own bed even if she has a nightmare.

Well, that’s not exactly true. She’s about 7 pounds, and things in the 7 pound and under weight are always approved for nightmare ailing cuddles.

I wish they also made doggie breath mints.
xoxo
Caitlin

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

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