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21 Sep

We are between places.  Where we are right now is not our destination, but we have been busy and filled up and that has been good.

Visiting the Art Lady’s House.

All of that stuff that makes a big move stressful has been put on hold for us.  It’s like we’re speed dating the East Coast after being gone from the scene for a couple of years.  As a result, my mind which is usually pretty good at sorting out the background noise from the important stuff is running on a different set of cylinders doing all of the those things you do when you are buying a house and playing with cousins and living close to Target.

And spent.

But somehow amidst the noisy everyday stuff is the reality that our life as we know it at this minute is just temporary.  Beyond the unpacking and organizing that we are going to face, moving is hard work and filled with questions.  Sometimes it’s just little stuff like adjusting to grocery stores with new layouts or learning street names and short cuts.  But there are these other questions that are pretty big:  Who will you call when your baby gets sick?  Who will give you that haircut that makes you feel fantastic?  Who will you invite over on a Friday night to share a pizza with?

Drawing “our family.”  

The good news is that this time around thinking about all of these things doesn’t make me feel as overwhelmed and off balance.  I have the experience of having done it twice before.  I know all of those questions will get answered and things that seem new and different will fade into normalness.  Now I know that when the time comes to roll up my sleeves and get the work done I can handle it.

“Apparently my size makes me kind of scary.” ~ Hank

All of the writing I did over the last two years, facing my struggles head on and being hell bent on learning from them was one of the most worthwhile things I’ve ever done for myself.  My experience moving to Oregon was like having that really challenging teacher.  You know the one, she made you work harder than you ever had to before, but you stuck it out and when you think of great teachers it’s her that you think of first.

The only size that matters between friends is the size of your heart.

The biggest lessons I learned were about having patience and appreciating that one moment you are living that you will never get back.  That is what I want to take with me on this move and every one to come.  Life is happening so be a part of it, wherever you are and with whatever gifts you have been given.  And try; really try, to embrace it.

We spend our lives in a state of in between.  It’s a great place to be if you really think about it, looking back and appreciating where you’ve been and staying hopeful about the future.  It isn’t always easy, but if you assemble it right you’ll end up sandwiched between a whole lot of good stuff.


Lost and Found

16 Sep

Lately we’ve been digging through the rumpled items in the lost and found bin and finding some missing things.

Most notably, this was the week rabbit decided to sleep over in TJ Maxx leaving Abigail and I sick with worry and shedding tears over lovies lost. Later we learned that rabbit had spent the evening trying on shoes a half size too small, perusing infused olive oils, and debating over whether or not she needed that large pumpkin serving platter. Needless to say rabbit is grounded indefinitely.

We recovered plenty more.
Lungs better prepared to withstand humidity and the return of longer runs for me.

A sneak peek into my favorite time of year with cooler mornings and a few eager leaves just itching to update their wardrobes for fall, meaning only one thing to Abigail at this point — more time for scootering and sidewalk chalk.

And we reunited with Ryan after his first week at his new job!

It was only two years that we were gone, but it was enough time to allow my experience shape a new part of me. I’ll never give that up. I like being southern with a twist of northwest. But I have to say, spending the weekend where college football is an all day event, eating chicken wings with family makes me feel like I’ve blown the dust off of a little part of me that I’ve been missing.

And I’ll drink a sweet tea to that.


Happy Together

13 May

Sometimes it is enough to just be together.  Appreciation is about more than just what is wrapped up and delivered.  It is about recognizing delicious moments and savoring every bite.  We had that kind of day today.  The kind of day where you sit back at the end and feel so very satisfied.

I live a pretty ordinary existence as a stay at home mom.

I wash a lot of dishes, do a lot of laundry, and still change a good number of diapers.  I wipe sticky hands and eat pretend confections.  Sometimes the most exciting outing we have is to the grocery store or the post office.

But that doesn’t mean we don’t have a good time.

In fact, being together often makes me remember how special it is to be at the helm of your own little family.  And this weekend I realized how perfect mine is…for me.

Happy Mother’s Day to all of the beautiful mothers I know.  Blessings to all of you as you celebrate your “perfect for you” family today and always.

And to Scott and Reisha, thanks for clinking glasses and asking us to celebrate with you.  You throw one heck of a BBQ!



11 Apr

We stumbled upon a research project at the lighthouse on Monday.

And also a field trip that lucked into the perfect conditions for tide-pooling.

I feel like I’ve been invested in my own little research project on contentment.

The findings have been pretty impressive.


My conclusion to all of this research?

I’m pretty sure that my perfect world would look a whole lot like the Oregon Coast with my family and friends from here and there scattered around us and a whole lot of sunshine thrown in for good measure.

Yep.  That sounds about right.

That would be my fairy tale.

But everyone knows your book doesn’t have to be a fairy tale to tell a happy story.  We have lots of proof of that thanks to our extensive research.


Saturday Baking with Abigail

5 Nov

In a moment of internet browsing (also known as time wasting) I came across a little treasure on Tasty Kitchen. I went to Fred Meyer for the sole purpose of buying a block of cheese. I wanted to have neat little rows of fish crackers lined up on my baking sheet just so. The recipe claimed it was easy, and it was!

Abigail helps me in the kitchen sometimes. She invites herself onto the kitchen counter and we have fun. Here was our fish cracker reality.

We baked with our hats on because it was so cold in our house! Actually, because I didn’t want two greasy hair pictures in the exact same shirt in one week. Please note the shirt has been washed. Also just want to point out to the big wigs at Columbia that my thermal shirt AND awesome hat are from your store, which we love, in case you wanted to give us some free stuff. And also because I snipped a hole in the bottom of this shirt sewing Christmas ornaments last year and I’ve never gotten over it. ANYWAY…

Here’s Abigail’s step by step guide:

1. Let your mom make a “fish” cookie cutter from an aluminum can. As soon as that is finished, take it and squeeze it in your hand. (See above picture.)

2. Your mom will shred a bunch of cheese. Eat some. Then, watch as she blends everything in the food processor.

3. Color while waiting for the dough to chill in the fridge.

4. Roll out the dough and start cutting crackers.

5. Put the crackers on a sheet of parchment to bake. “Eyes! Eyes!” Don’t forget to use your finger to add eyes.

6. Make some “whales” for Hank.
7. Get down off the counter because stamping out a million fish gets a little boring, but don’t forget your free hug.
8. Enjoy! And remember to share.
*For the recipe and a much more appetizing step-by-step guide, go here!

Happy Weekend. Eat something yummy and do something fun together!

Oh, Hanky Boy

17 Sep

There is an unsung hero in our home. Always present, lingering in the background of our lives, unless food or visitors nudge him forward.

Although it is hard for him to go unnoticed, he often does. Until 8:00 PM rolls around and he comes to lay at the corner of the couch, like an older sibling that gets to stay up for a secret bowl of ice cream after the smaller one is in bed. In his case the treat is attention in the form of a back rub with my feet.

I love my stinky, rotten to the core, mess of a dog. She does, too.

And just when I start to feel bad that the ship sailed 17 months ago on his life as an only child. I realize that maybe instead his ship is just now coming in.

Clean Up on Aisle 7

13 Jul

I don’t particulary enjoy feeding Abigail yogurt. Well, I take that back. I’d love to feed my child yogurt, but that’s not going to happen. She insists on feeding herself, without any help thank you very much. Right now it’s one of the only things she will eat so it’s hard for me to deny her because of my own selfish reasons.

Besides, I think I get the last laugh.


(Yes, it’s a Halloween bib.  I know.  But I figure if we wait long enough it will be en vogue again.  We are also still wearing Christmas pajamas.)