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My Babiest Baby Is Three!

Throwing a party for a three-year-old boy… Could there be anything more FUN? And more terrifying? For the first time (in his long life of three years) he was super excited about having a party. Like suuuuuper excited. Every day leading up to it, “Is it my burday party?? I wanna go to my burrday party!!” Lots to navigate for me in that area, but there was much fun and cuteness found in-between the stress of managing a three-year-olds emotions and...

Bacon Makin’

Oh how I love family traditions! Especially ones that taste good, (and may or may not raise your blood pressure, but let’s not dwell on that.) Over the past couple of months THIS has become a weekend family tradition for us. Every Saturday morning I see Brenden dragging this thing from the utility room (he wishes he had a garage) setting it up, pouring the pellets in, and setting the thermometer to connect to his iPhone. (Who knew smoking meat could be...

My girl is FIVE!

Five??? Come on, how is that even possible? It feels like just yesterday I put a number “5” on her dress representing five months. I’m putting all this down now because if I don’t it will never happen. I always wait too long and then it just falls off my radar, all the pictures drifting farther and father back in my iPhone album. This post can’t possibly do justice to what is going on in my heart right now… my little...

7 Reasons We “Only” Have Two Kids

(Pictured: Michael and Brielle, ages two and four. Michael had a microscopic boo boo and was getting sissy’s sympathy.) There’s something so beautiful and personal about a family dynamic, whether it be big or small. Here are some reasons, (7 to be exact) we are a family of “only” two kids. 1) Two is a lot. Sure, three is more than two, and four is more than three, and five is more than four. But two is still a lot. One is...

All Other Ground Is Sinking Sand

Watching Brielle deal with her Great Grandmommy’s death has been fascinating and painful. I’ll be be buckling her in her carseat and she’ll say, “Mommy when is Great-Grandmommy coming back from heaven?” And I gather my resolve to answer yet another question. Because this one holds weight and consequence, un-like the previous five-hundred questions that morning. Well, except for this one: “Is God shy?” No sweetie, He’s all powerful and mighty! “Well is He invisible then?” No sweetie, (well, sort of?) “Well, why isn’t He...