maybe I’m just weird?

I know. It’s been awhile. Like, I’ll be starting my third trimester in a few days and the last time I was around was to say that baby bista was a boy.

Which, by the way, he’s a boy with no name. Guess we better get on that…not that we haven’t tried. We are just having a really hard time coming up with a name, or even a few names (which is preferable), to choose from when he’s born. I’m hoping something just comes to us soon….like a lightbulb moment…I digress.

My whole point of this post really has nothing to do with baby bista. At least, not yet. 

So, lately, Tim and I have really been trying to pick out battles with Kellan the threenager (why didn’t anyone warn me??? Holy roller coaster of emotions every five minutes). We are trying (and I say trying because we fail a lot. Daily. It’s pretty frustrating to feel like you really suck at parenting at least once every day, usually more)….anyhow, we are trying to let things go unless it is a legitimate safety or respect issue. 

You want to eat standing up? Not use any utensil at all, ever? Make “animals” out of play doh and let them dry out? Wipe the stainless steel refrigerator with wipes to “clean it?” Use five different chapsticks every ten seconds and roll them up so far that half of the stick gets stuck in the top? Put stickers all over the banister to make it “beautiful?,” pack single toys and objects into thirty separate gallon ziplock bags? Race your cars through flour? You want to do alllllllllllll of this along with a myriad of other activities that can make a type A person go insane and also take forever to clean up?

Knock yourself out, kid. Do it. Do all of those things. We aren’t here to stop you.

Do we want to say no?


All the time. 


But…we aren’t.

We may be cringing on the inside, but we let him go. Unless it’s respect (like hitting the dogs’ crate to scare them) or safety related (like trying to jump while on the stairs – OMG kid almost gave me a heart attack. Had he fallen, it would have been 15 steps down and backwards).

We are trying to just go with it, and it is HARD. 

[cue me whining] I don’t want to wait five minutes for him to pick a bedtime story and then change his mind after he gets all settled in. 

I was like too bad. 

And Tim was like, is this really that important to battle over?

No, it isn’t….([whining again] but I’m tired!!!!)

I guess that’s where the rub lies. Kellan wants to do, or not do, something that we don’t want to deal with because we can already see the outcome. We know the end game.

But….he doesn’t. And how is he to if of they he is never given the chance? Trial and error. Hypothesize. Experiment. Fail.

And fail and fail and fail.

Or, maybe he’s just expressing his creativity. The 30 gallon bag activity was a beast of a mess to clean up, but Kellan was so into it. What he was doing he was calling an “important job” and who am I to tell him it’s not?

Or trying to be helpful, like with the wipes. Tim has an OCD thing about streaks on stainless, and let me tell you, baby wipes leave more than just a streak. More like a film or impossible to remove streaks. But, Kellan sees that activity as cleaning. He’s trying to bechelpful. Why kill that desire, even if at the time it isn’t 100% correct? Yes, we can give him the appropriate cleaning tools, but that was a spontaneous act and why stop him when he sees what he’s doing as helping mom and dad?

So, I’m not exaggerating about any of this. All real. All happening on a daily basis. I told Tim that we are going to have to have and keep a sense of humor about all of this, plus the sass and attitude we are getting and will continue to get, or this whole parenting experience is going to be miserable.

And no one wants to be miserable.

So, enjoy our messes, and go make your own. Maybe I’m in the minority and I’ll end up with hooligans, but this is how we have decided to approach this. We are letting go of control (and it’s really hard)….and neat and tidiness…and trying to overlay what we want Kellan (and eventually baby bista) to do and/or how to do it versus what he wants to do. Unless it comes to safety or respect. Then we draw a line.

I’m sure lots of parents think we are crazy. And maybe we are, I don’t know. That’s the benefit, really, because no one knows what they’re doing when it comes to being a parent. You’re learning on the job, just like everyone else, and no two kids are the same, so no method isn’t a catch all. 

I figure you have to ebb and flow.

So. Here we are. Real life. Ebbing and flowing.

The bags. The other half were on the coffee table:

The lack of utensils. That’s birthday cake frosting by the way.

The Chapstick….

The five hundred play doh animals that were eventually thrown away:

baby Bista is a……..

Gender Reveal (Kellan)


I have always known, somewhere deep down – maybe call it intuition – that I would only have boys. I even remember having the thought while pulling Kellan in a wagon in our neighborhood in Colorado, probably at least a year ago, if not longer. It went something like, “Do you really want another one? You already know it’ll be a boy.”

It’s like my whole life has set me up to be a mom of boys. I only have brothers. I preferred to play with the boys in my neighborhood growing up (making forts and jumping over bushes and riding skateboards down steep driveways was way more fun than Barbies). I was even envious of my brother being in Boy Scouts. *I* wanted to be in Boy Scouts. Girl Scouts was so boring. I legit would hide during meetings because I didn’t want to see how long it would take for dripping water to fills cup. Bring on the Pinewood Derby (that’s a Boy Scout thing) and camping trips and why can’t I go to the meetings????

As I got older, I felt like I could relate to boys better. I preferred having friends that were boys. I liked stereotypical “boy” activities better. Boys were more interesting and did more interesting things. Boys were not complicated (until I was a teenager, and honestly, I’m pretty sure the overthinking and emotional state we girls are in at that point are what makes that whole thing complicated in the first place).

This is not to say I never had girl friends. I did. I still do. Some of those friends will forever be near and dear to my heart, with years and years of memories.

What I’m saying is, I know boys. I am totally comfortable with boys. Boys are predictable (to me). Boys are well within my comfort zone and I have lots of years of experience with them. I truly enjoy doing the things they like to do. I would be hopelessly lost with a prissy, doll-loving, wants to get mani-pedis, french braid my hair girl. I’d be like….well, to start, I’d need lessons on how to french braid hair.

And how to properly apply makeup.

All that.

Don’t get me wrong, I’m in awe of those girls, mostly because I have never been one and I could never figure out how to be one, though I tried and tried….and tried….and tried.

I think I finally realized somewhere down the age line that that isn’t me, and that’s why I can’t be that person, even though there were times I REALLY WANTED TO BE THAT GIRL.

I’m not. I never will be. And that’s okay.

All this time, all this gravitation toward more “boy” things…has completely prepared me for this journey. I’m more than ready and so very excited that Kellan will have a brother, that we will have another son, that our family will be complete.

I will say that I am sad that Tim will not have a daughter. I mean, yes, it is true we will never know what it is like to raise a girl. We just have to take it as we aren’t supposed to have that experience, that our path has a purpose, and that path and purpose is full of boys. Don’t get me wrong, Tim is super excited about baby Bista. He just knows that this will be the last child to occupy my uterus (though others think we will change our minds…), for a variety of reasons. So, barring adoption (which isn’t something we are considering), there will not be a girl in this house (other than me…hahahahahaha). And that’s just what it is, and honestly, and this goes for every single person and family out there – there need not be any explanation as to why we are happy or sad or anything.

This is our family.

We are all deeply devoted, protective, and completely in love with every single aspect of it. Tim even said to me the other day…and I quote, “We’ve built a life together.”

He is totally right.

We love our family.

We love our life.

It’s as simple as that.

P.S.: And for those wondering what baby Bista’s name will be….stay tuned…until June. Because, for those of you who remember baby sprout (Kellan!), that’s a secret we don’t tell anyone until they are born. I’m pretty sure we drive our family and friends crazy. We don’t even give up initials. Top secret information over here.

I am thankful – December edition. aka one whole year of being thankful!

Hey! We made it! An entire year of thankfulness! I can’t believe it’s already over! I’ve realized that my picture posting became lazier as the year progressed, but my quality time increased, and capturing each moment in a picture became less important to me. I think that’s a pretty big win in today’s internet obsessed world…we are enjoying life more, screen time less.

Anyhow, this month…literally zero editing, here. I promise I can spell. It’s just 99% of these are written right before I fall asleep at night and, well, priorities. Especially when preggo.

December 1: The ability to let go and allow Kellan to take off his shoes and only wear his new socks that he was super excited about in a restaurant. I mean, he was so happy and it caused zero disruption, so who cares if it isn’t normal?

December 2: Kellan being able to entertain himself with anything and also anywhere we go. Clothes shopping? Let me hide in the clothes. String? I want to tie it around my leg and run around the house. Christmas blocks? Let’s line them up on the floor and scoot across them. His imagination and ability to just play are incredible.

December 3: Surprising Tim at the airport… It’s easy to do, because we have the tiniest, cutest airport that is super close, but we never have. On a spur of the moment decision, Kellan and I went over to meet Tim and the look on Tim’s face as Kellan ran up to him yelling, “Hi daddy!!” as Tim walked out of the security area…oh how I wish I had it on film. Absolutely priceless and worth it. It was so sweet and endearing.

December 4: How compliant Kellan can be….even when he doesn’t want to be….and that’s really incredible that an almost three year old can exhibit that amount of patience/agreeableness.

December 5: Unexpected trip to take photos of a nonprofit for a newspaper story. Witnessing those who give and dedicate so much of themselves – their time, effort, everything – to those in need is truly humbling.

December 6: Not doing what was planned. We had planned on going out to see the Polar Express train car thing in the city, but Kellan said he wanted to stay home. So we adjusted and decked the halls (the Christmas tree) instead. And it was nice.

December 7: Our advent calendar activities haven’t been going “as planned” and I’m not really freaking out about it….we had a really nice weekend, despite not doing anything from the advent calendar. Trying to learn how to let go a little. This is probably a good first step.

December 8: How excited Kellan gets when it is a “clip day” on the advent calendar. AKA take off a Christmas clothespin from the advent pocket and open a wrapped book day. We may not be doing all of the activities planned, but we don’t miss clip days!

December 9: Realizing that I honestly do not care of baby 2 is a girl or boy. Whatever baby bista is exactly what he/she is supposed to be.

December 10: Kellan enjoying the little things, like the reindeer grilled cheese sandwich for lunch by the tree. He even asked to play Christmas music while we had lunch. It was really sweet and cute.

December 11: Kellan trying to take a shower (with all of his clothes on). Big step for him to be willing to get in the shower AND ask for the water to be turned on.

December 12: Tim powering through to go do Christmas stuff even though he didn’t feel well….Kellan working really hard to do a somersault until he did one all by himself. He used to just give up on stuff like that (gross motor). It was a super exciting moment and Tim and I cheered like crazy for him. AND Kellan trying to sound out a word all on his own when we read a story before bed. So many new/amazing things happening today.

December 13: A fun and spontaneous day that included a visit to the Trolley Museum.

December 14: 100% felt baby bista moving/kicking!!

December 15: Tim’s belt spontaneously breaking. So, as I come back downstairs, Tim is like, “Sooooo this random piece of metal fell out of the sky” …..and I have no idea where it came from….guess the house is haunted. Then, about five minutes later, Tim goes, “Welp. I figured it out.” And he lifts up his shirt and shows his broken belt buckle and goes, “No ghost!” Best laugh we have had in a long time.

December 16: Every single day, every minute, is such a gift. And sometimes I need that reminder to live and love those minutes, even the hard ones.

December 17: Safe travel day for Tim

December 18: How candid and conversational Kellan is with people he doesn’t know. If he senses they are “good” people, he will talk with them all day….like he did with two older men today at Panera. When we left, one of them said we had a really neat kid and they enjoyed talking with him.

December 19: Safe travel day for Tim AND he’s home for 15 days!!

December 20: Safe grocery trip an hour away plus having Benadryl when kellan started breaking out in a rash/hives because I failed to wash his PJs before he wore them…his skin and histamine system was none too pleased.

December 21: Kellan not getting upset at all when Lexi ate BOTH of his Christmas cookies he was so proud of….His response when his hard work was gobbled up in 0.5 seconds? Can I have the snowman cookie instead? Tim and I were like, we need to take a page out of his book and learn to just roll with the punches.

December 22: Kellan seeing and taking pictures of Christmas lights at this huge house….and his cooperation in general while we ran random errands all over the place and went to dinner.

December 23: a clean house AND all laundry done before Christmas fun! Haha….that rhymed…

December 24: Being able to get up after Kellan went to bed to help santa!

December 25: A really nice and LONG Christmas Day. And dinner was perfection.

December 26: After a multi store quest, we found Blade!!! The ONE gift from santa that was broken and that Kellan had asked for and wanted more than anything and EVERYONE was out of stock. We all feel better now.

December 27: Laughter. Batman cape (Tim saying, “It was just my cape!” After I turned lego batman’s head around to face the right way and then lifted his cape up to realize his head was already the right way, just his cape was backwards). Mangos (Kellan (while eating dried mangos…what are you thinking about? I’m thinking about these mangos.), socks (Tim walked downstairs after his shower and said he lost his socks from the bathroom to downstairs. Hours later I open the dryer and see towels and a pair of socks inside. I ask Tim why there are socks in there and then I realize and start laughing right as he goes, “found ’em!”)

December 28: THE SUN! BLUE SKY! It’s been WEEKS since we have had a nice day. WEEKS! We went to the nature center. How could we not be outside?!

December 29: Steak and spinach. I’m low on iron, apparently. Because I NEVER like steak.

December 30: A morning in the woods behind the house with the family. It is so rejuvenating. And it was perfectly cool and crisp.

December 31: Finishing another 365 project! First, sunrises. Now, thankfulness.

If you want to relive all of 2014 via thankfulness, here you go….


wager a guess?

Anyone want to guess? Well, anyone who hasn’t already…since some of you have already voice your opinions….which is fabulous.

What is baby bista?

I really have no clue….so…..

For any of you who believe in old wives tales….here’s what we have so far. I’m 16 weeks, for the record. I’m sure I missed about a hundred old wives tales, so if you have one you swear by that I didn’t list, let me know and we’ll see what we can do…

Morning Sickness: Yes. It’s better now, but it was 24/7 until maybe 14-15 weeks. I still get nauseous at random times during the day.
(Kellan: had all day nausea until about 14 weeks, then had energy and felt good) RESULT: GIRL

Aversions: Meat. It was all meat for awhile. I still cannot cook meat and most meat is not appealing at all. Milk. Cannot drink it. I don’t want any hot food. Only cold or room temperature (so weird). (Kellan – I don’t remember specific aversions, though I did have weeks where nothing sounded good) RESULT: GIRL

Cravings: Fruit, specifically clementines and raspberries. Also, cheese and triscuits. Like, I would be happy eating cheese and triscuits for every meal. ALSO coffee (finally gave in to decaf every now and then), wine (sad face), and a mojito (so strange, also sad face). And chocolate milkshakes from Chickfila (fun fact: my mom craved Wendy’s frosty’s when she was pregnant with me). (Kellan – at this point, I wanted MEAT and Chalula hot sauce was my BFF. As were pickles on bread with mustard and mayo – gag) RESULT: Mixed (cheese is supposed to mean boy, fruit girl)

How I’m carrying: Ummm. I’m not even really showing…so hard to tell. But I have started feeling kicks (!!!!!) and at times they have been very close to my belly button. (Kellan: I remember feeling his early kicks low and to the right) RESULT: too early to tell?

Baby’s heart rate: At my last appointment about a month ago, it was “in the 160s” per the OB. (Kellan: his started high, ended low, though I don’t remember exact numbers) RESULT: GIRL

Hair: The hair on my head is thick and feels pretty normal, texture wise. My leg hair? Growing like a weed. (Kellan: leg hair barely grew at all) RESULT: BOY

Extra weight: Hello giant butt and hips. You are not my favorite, at all. (Kellan = same) RESULT: GIRL

Acne: My face definitely breaks out. It was waaaaay worse in the first trimester…maybe it’s settling down now. (Kellan = amazing skin) RESULT: GIRL

Chinese gender chart: BOY. (Kellan’s said girl…haha)

Moodiness: I’m pretty volatile this go…and cry or get emotional a lot at everything – even ridiculous things. (Kellan: after the first trimester, my emotional state seemed to even out) RESULT: GIRL

Headaches: Almost daily. And really awful…usually in the afternoon. (Kellan: a few random headaches here and there) RESULT: BOY

This one that I just leaned about: If your age and year of conception are both even or odd, it’s girl. One even and one odd means a boy. For me, it’s 2014 and 31, so, RESULT: BOY. (With Kellan, it was 2011 and 28, so also boy)

Ummmm as for Kellan, he typically says baby bista is a girl or sister, though he has said boy/brother, too, though it’s usually girl/sister.

Every pregnancy is…well…not the same

Honestly, the only reason I even took a pregnancy test back in September was because I had a dream that I took one and it was positive.

Later that day, I was just like, “Whatever, I’ll just take one and it’ll be negative and we can move on.”

Hahahahaha ha.

That thing popped up positive before I even set it down on the counter. I was shocked. Tim had gone to pick up the dogs from daycare and when I handed him the stick as he walked in the door, I just started crying because HOW IS THIS EVEN POSSIBLE.

Most of the TMI begins here. Fair warning.

I’m irregular at best. I mean, I can go 40+ days with nothing one month and then 30 the next go….and it’s been this way since forever. So, how we can manage one attempt and YAHTZEE! is beyond me.

(The Yahtzee comes from an email from Tim earlier this week regarding a woodland creature finding dog poo….and hitting the jackpot. Anyway. Made me laugh. Totally irrelevant…)

So. That’s one reason I had zero clue I was knocked up. I also assumed (hahaha) that my first “sign” would be sore boobs and having to pee a lot, because that’s what happened with Kellan.

I’m finally having to use the restroom more frequently, though I’m still waiting on the sore boobs that become ginormous. Neither have happened this time like they did with Kellan. Maybe it was because Kellan was still breastfeeding in the beginning of this pregnancy? I have no idea.

I also assumed (hahaha again) I would be hit with unbearable first trimester fatigue. Like cannot. keep. my. eyes. open. must. take. a. nap. fatigue.

That never happened, either. Sure, I was ready for bed early, but with Kellan, it’s like I HAD to nap during the day or I wouldn’t survive. Maybe I’m just used to functioning while tired, now, so it didn’t seem as noticeable?

As for morning sickness….yes. Lots of that. I keep wondering when it will end, even though it has only been nausea to varying degrees. With Kellan, it started around six weeks and ended around 13-14 weeks. I definitely had food aversions and many days/weeks where I could only eat a few things. *However* the nausea didn’t stick with me through the night. This time….I started feeling sick around six weeks and it was 24/7 until maybe….13 weeks? And now it is just random bouts of nausea throughout the day and a lot of the time after eating. This time, I had huge aversions to meat, namely chicken. I still can’t cook any meat, and there are only a few meat items I can handle. I can’t drink milk at all (gag). I still prefer mostly bland foods. Cheese and crackers or bread is a favorite. No hot foods like soup. No foods with lots of flavors/spices. With Kellan by this point, I was putting hot sauce on EVERYTHING (I kept a pregnancy journal, this is the only reason I remember). This time, I am already getting heartburn with certain foods, like pizza, so again, I stick with bland. Oh! I went off chocolate with Kellan. I like it this time, as well as clementines and grapefruit and apple juice and pineapple. I actually ate about 3/4 of a pineapple the other day. Oops. It is so weird how much different my likes/dislikes are between the two. My big cravings with Kellan were Taco Bell bean burritos and soft tacos (I know. Strange things happen to preggos) and meat. Obviously, not the case at all this time.

Also, I am breaking out like whoa. My skin was amazing with Kellan. My hair on my legs also stopped growing with Kellan…this time it is growing like a weed. And I SMELL AWFUL. I mean, yikes. A shower and loads of deodorant is an absolute requirement these days. It’s really, really gums seem more sensitive, too. And I keep getting headaches this time.

Some things are the same. My hair has gotten really thick. It’s back to mostly shiny, though in the beginning it looked and felt like straw. My nails grow really quickly. It’s taking forever to show, I think because of my height….

Oh! And I have had so many dreams about boy/girl that I don’t even know what to think. I’ll just post the notes I wrote down after each one, and you can go all Freudian on me. The dreams are in order of earliest to most recent.
I have not had another dream since the very last one, thankfully, because they just confuse me, now. Anyway….here we go. Excuse the typos because I didn’t edit the notes:

-had a dream peed on a stick and it said it was a boy, then frantically ran around to find the box to read the instructions, checked the back of the box and it said 34% accuracy. So, there’s that.

10/7-8: holy heartburn ALL NIGHT and in the morning. Never had it this early with Kellan. It kept me up it was as so bad.

10/20: crazy weird dream that I had the baby but had zero memory of the entire process. Tim was holding it and I kept asking him million questions about what happened (did I have an epidural? Where was Kellan? Etc). Tim kept getting mad that I was asking all of these questions and I was just like why do I not remember ANY of this?!?! I should remember this! Finally I was like, wait. What is it? And Tim said to look, so I looked in the diaper and it was a boy. And then I was like, does he even have a name? Did we tell anyone this happened? It was really strange and disorienting.

11/15: I had the craziest dream last night. I was in class in school and this person came up to me and handed me this used bright pink lipstick pencil (that was mine and I had loaned out, apparently. Ew) and they were like, “they want to see you in the front office. The person who handed me the lipstick had the pink lipstick on, and I had to put some on, and when I got to the front office with the principal and his assistant (both men, the principal was gay), they were also wearing the pink lipstick. And the principal looked at me and was like, “Are you sure you’re a girl?” And I was like are you serious right now? And he’s like, “Even ‘down there?'” And I was like, I’m positive I’m a girl.

11/23: another gender dream. This makes 2 boy and 2 girl dreams, sooooo. Hm. This one, I was laying in bed with two babies. One was Kellan (but as a baby) and the other was baby 2. They were sleeping side by side and I thought to myself, “Wow. Even her sleeping face and mouth shape is different.” And I knew it was a girl. She woke up and wanted to crawl next to me, so she did. She had basically no hair but it was very light in color, basically blonde. It was very surreal. I never had this many gender dreams with Kellan. I think I may have had one.

11/26: ANOTHER dream about baby’s sex. This one was an OB showing me an ultrasound picture that wasn’t super clear and was like, see? You’re having a boy. I honestly didn’t see anything, it was a pretty grainy picture. Then she shows me a very clear picture of the baby’s face, which did not look like a boy or girl, just a baby. Fairly wide set eyes, no hair? And then she goes, “Well, you never know I guess. We just had one couple who thought they were having a boy based on a picture like this and it was a girl.” Super confusing. I still have no idea what this one is….

11/29: Yet another gender dream that was totally confusing. I was at a machine that was like a gumball machine, and you put money in and it would give you a round disc like a coin with either a B or a G on it to tell you if you were having a boy or girl. I finally decided to put money in and my coin pops out, smaller than a dime. It’s upside down. So, I hesitate for a minute, wondering if I really want to know, and I decide to do it, and it says B. So in my head I go, “okay, it’s a boy.” Then right as I say that, a larger coin, the size of a quarter, comes out of the machine and has a big G on it. And I was just like….seriously?! Now what?!

12/4: had a dream last night that we were walking (?) Near the church on Jenny Lind and someone (ultrasound person?) had told us it was a girl, so we decided to name her Claire.

well….the secret’s out

So, yes. Lots has been going on these past few months. Well, really only one MAJOR thing that has kind of been all consuming, thank you, morning sickness and 24/7 nausea and aversions to basically all food, especially meat (gag gag gag).

You heard me.

Morning sickness.

As in, the pregnancy kind.

Baby Bold 2, who Kellan has, all on his own, named “baby bista” is coming sometime in May or June 2015! The official date is June 3, and if he/she is like Kellan, then he/she will be late and will definitely be a June baby, but I’ll hold out hope for early…because pregnancy giantness at 40 plus weeks.

Go figure that the entire world is knocked up right now. I guess I didn’t want to feel left out. Never mind that this was a complete surprise and took exactly ONE try….I even know the date….I digress. That’s probably…no, definitely TMI.

Here’s our super early Christmas card, moonlighting as a pregnancy announcement, that we mailed out last week:

So, happy and exhausting days are ahead!

Bold Christmas 2014

I am thankful – November edition

At the moment, I don’t even have the energy for an intro…but I was thankful! Every single day.

November 1: We are officially weaned!! It’s actually been a few weeks, but I wanted to make sure it wasn’t a fluke before I said it out loud. Yay!

November 2: collecting wood with Kellan for our first fire in the fire pit, complete with apple cider. It was so nice. And then, later during bedtime, Tim hit his knee on I have no idea what….oh. The corner of the door…this man and his weird injuries….anyway, Kellan walked over to him and goes, “It’s okay, daddy. Accidents happen. I’ll kiss it.” Ensue laughter from all. He is the sweetest kid.

November 3: Kellan is such a polite kid! He burped in the grocery store and goes, “excuse me, I burped!” And then when we left from checking out, he waved at the dude and goes, “Goodbye, have a nice day!” Also, Tim coming home and making homemade spaghetti and meatballs. It was divine.

November 4: All day rain. It’s been awhile….

November 5: Being able to rescue Kellan from choking. I think maybe he finally gets the message…SIT AND EAT. DO NOT RUN AROUND WITH A MOUTH FULL.

November 6: I know I’ve said it before….but I am so thankful Kellan enjoys….LOVES….being outside/nature.

November 7: Tim genuinely happily whistling while he was making cookies, even though he was really tired and didn’t really want to, but did it for me.

November 8: Getting garage sale pricing done. Whew. I can’t wait to be done with it.

November 9: Managing to obtain a family photo for our Christmas card. It’s always an ordeal and a feat to accomplish. No idea why….but it never goes as planned/ends up being stressful/everyone gets upset at least once. It’s amazing we even still attempt this, honestly….one year may end up just being a picture of a sign laying against a tree that says, “WE TRIED.” Not this year, though. We powered through! Yay us!

November 10: A beautiful warm day where we could enjoy the park before the cold weather. And a successful trip to the dentist for Kellan, albeit it was full of tears, but we got our teeth cleaned!

November 11: Tim being nice and understanding when I’m super tired at the end of the day and he plays with Kellan without complaint or with any snide comments.

November 12: heat!!! It is so cold outside!

November 13: finding the last winter coat in the city that would fit Kellan. Guess I waited a liiiiiittle too long this year. But, we found one!

November 14: A nice, crisp late afternoon exploration in the woods behind the house. Kellan really loves going back there.

November 15: A pretty successful first ever garage sale that Tim and I have done together. Yay for less stuff!

November 16: Tim saying he was glad he was home, too, because he knew that meant all of the “have to do everything” burden wasn’t all on me.

November 17: Meeting a very nice man for a newspaper story. Some people really affect you, even by doing one simple, small, unexpected thing.

November 18: Kellan’s ability to entertain himself and be creative with styrofoam while I put together patio furniture. The styrofoam was everything from runway for his planes to building material to make a house.

November 19: Even though Kellan is absolutely showing signs of the “threenager” stage of asserting his independence and saying NO to everything, there are also lots of heartmelting moments. Like today when he threw a pillow all the way down the stairs and said daddy had to get it. And I told him no, he needed to get it. And he did. I eventually came over to help him bring it back upstairs, as he was struggling. Also, I asked him to go put a face sponge in the bathroom for me, and later when I went to go look for it because I didn’t see it on the counter/in the trash can/some place obvious, I finally looked in the cabinet under the sink where we keep extra stuff, and there it was. Placed nearly right in the front. I went and told him how proud I was and how that was a perfect place. He had even closed the cabinet doors after he put the sponge away. Seriously so proud of him.

November 20: finding a haircut person that Kellan LOVES. It’s a big deal when he warms up to someone immediately and there are no tears.

November 21: Somehow, by the grace of God, Tim made it home last night against all odds.

November 22: Safe super rainy – as in pouring buckets – trip to the grocery store an hour away for Thanksgiving shopping.

November 23: How excited Kellan is about Christmas. Today he wanted to “deck the halls!” I have no idea where he heard that, but it was so cute. Holidays really are so much more fun and magical with a child.

November 24: I let Kellan finish brushing his teeth in the bathroom on his own/unsupervised while I had to go do something else…that I now cannot recall…and then when we were reading his bedtime story, all of a sudden I was like, “Wait. Did you rinse your toothbrush and put it away in the yellow cup?” He looks at me and goes, “……..(thinking)…YES!” I was like, “I’m going to go check.” I walked in and sure enough, there was his toothbrush, put away in the yellow cup. I walked back into his bedroom with a huge smile and gave him a
big hug and kiss and told him how proud I was and how what he did was so, so responsible. He was so proud of himself…then wanted me to go check again so I could come back and tell him again how he was responsible. So cute and I am so blown away. He’s growing up so fast! So thankful he is making the right choices even when on his own.

November 25: Safe travel day for Nonni and Papa AND Kellan was beyond excited to see them!

November 26: Finding the last toys I was looking for after searching three different stores. It’s a long story. But I had to have them TODAY and they apparently didn’t exist anywhere, except the last place I looked (of course).

November 27; Nice Thanksgiving with family and for the best husband ever!

November 28: Sitting in the history museum soda shop/old pharmacy area with Kellan, Tim, Nonni, and Papa. Kellan was eating ice cream and sprinkles (in separate bowls, always). Out of nowhere Kellan looks at me and says, “This is the best time of my life.” No one else heard him but me, which I think was on purpose. He is the sweetest kid….and then, when we get home, Tim and his parents make a leftover thanksgiving plate of food (my stomach wasn’t having any of it), and when Tim sits down, I look at his plate and he put all dark meat on it, which he doesn’t really like, to make sure there was enough white meat for everyone else. I am so thankful for my extremely thoughtful boys!

November 29: Kellan’s smile. Honestly, this kid brightens anyone’s day. Everyone he meets smiles back at him. He is such a light.

November 30: Not completely losing it when Kellan pooped in the tub and I had to clean it. No idea how I remained calm so he didn’t get more upset about what happened…oh the plot twists of motherhood.

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