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The older I get, I find myself identifying parts of me that belong to my parents.


My mom has a very clean, uncluttered house. My husband tells me that I can’t throw out everything. Its hard staying uncluttered with two little kids and all the toys but I certainly try. I also can’t stand it when my house is dirty. Right now I know my stone floors in the den need a good scrub. It’ll bug me until I do it.

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My dad is great at being goofy. My husband chuckles and agrees with me that I’m goofy too. I learned that from my Daddy to be sure. My favorite? My dad would make a “salad face” with his hand. Hold your hand in a loose fist, put a piece of lettuce on the top, stick two olives between your fingers for the eyes, and your thumb is the mouth. Ha! Cracks me up every time! Of course, this is the same father that made me sit up straight, no elbows on the table, keep your mouth closed when you’re eating, bring your fork to your mouth not your mouth to your fork, etc. Now as an adult, I realize what he taught me is to have good manners and its okay and fun to be goofy but make sure your timing is right. That, and don’t chew gum like a cow.

I see myself and my husband in our two boys as well.  Zane eats like his daddy – loves salty snacks over sweet ones. Cole is shy like his mommy – needs a warm up period before he feels comfortable in a new place. Zane has his mommy’s blue eyes and daddy’s super cute dimples while Cole is just a miniature version of his daddy with mommy’s chin. We start that as soon as they are born, don’t we? Who does he look like? Yeah, and then Zane shows up with red hair. WHAT? Gotta love the surprises that God gives you. Never saw that one coming. It really suites him though. The boy was meant to be red-headed.

I also know that my parents love my boys just as much as we do.


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I have very strong memories of spending time with my grandparents while growing up. We are a tight-knit bunch and while our immediate family would usually go on a real vacation each year, the rest of our free time was spent with the extended family – all of my 20+ cousins, aunts, uncles, and grandparents.  Everyone lived fairly close to each other which made it easier than it is today. My siblings and I are spread out all over – Northwest Florida, South Florida, North Carolina, Tennessee, Massachusetts, and Oregon.  But my Mom’s home in the Florida Panhandle calls everyone home eventually.  This trip was just me and the boys, so relatively quiet given the lower person count.  Although, I’m sure most people would not consider my two boys quiet. Myself included. 

When we arrived after a long drive and pulled up in the driveway my mind was full of lots of adult things:

Ahhh… long drive accomplished!

Now let’s get everything unloaded so we can get inside and relax.

Wow, I need a shower.

And then I was reminded by my boys to stop and smell the roses. Or feed Froggie, anyway.


Froggie is a cute lawn ornament and perhaps minature bird bath that has been in this very same spot since my boys made their first visit to Nana and Papa’s house.  Immediately after we pulled into the driveway they both shouted,”I’m gonna go feed Froggie!”

They jumped out of the car, ran over to Froggie, and starting piling up the woodchips on Froggie’s plate.  They are very concerned that he doesn’t eat enough. No wonder, I’m sure my two are the only ones who feed him.


I love that they have this memory.


And I’m sure that they will always carry it with them.  Just like I will never forget the bright red carpet in my grandmother’s living room or the plastic she kept on the living room couch. Can you blame her? She had seven kids, all of which had a least two kids of their own, some more.  Just think of it as noisy teflon.

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I am currently on vacation with my boys in Florida and have discovered a photo-blogger dilemma.  Its impossible to take pictures of a 2-yr old and a 3-yr old in the pool when you have to be in the pool with them! Fear not my friends, photos will come! I spent part of my morning working on legos which my oldest just discovered. I completed that experience with a host of opinions that I’m sure I will share.

In the meantime, in the spirit of travel, let’s look at the travel theme over at Barefoot Books:

Make your summer plans! Where are you going to go?

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Cool brains

Kids’ imaginations are an incredible thing. I frequently tell my boys,”I love your brain!”  You just never know where its going to lead them.  I just recently learned that there is a difference between imagination and creativity.  I enjoy being creative. I like making crafts to give as presents and painting. Of course I haven’t painted since I was pregnant with my first child.  Who has the time?!

I do really love to paint though.  I hope to get back to it again. But this is where the imagination falters – don’t ask me to just produce something original. For these paintings, I copied from storybook pages.

Even when I was little I had no imagination.  My friends would be playing Barbie and I would have my Barbie and I can remember thinking how dumb this was… These Barbies aren’t real! But, I do love to be creative.

My boys must have gotten their imagination from their daddy. They come up with the coolest stuff!

Like this….

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Who would have thought that the mesh basket that holds all of their balls would serve as an excellent hat?

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And how funny does it feel to do high-5s through mesh!?

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Since we only have one mesh basket, my boy decides to improvise. He has the truck bucket on his head. With all the balls and trucks all over the floor, its a miracle that no one tripped.

I love how imaginative and silly they are. I could learn a thing or two from them.

Speaking of silly…

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Make a silly face with your kids today!


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At Barefoot Books, a good number of stories come with a CD full of songs or storytelling. So this morning, you can choose from two options:

You can subscribe to the podcast


You can just have a listen!

Happy Saturday everyone!

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Today was my older son’s first last day of school. Preschool, that is – he was in the 3 year old class.  How can he be so little and so big at the same time?

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His preschool put on a cute program and graduation to celebrate the four-year olds that were moving onto Kindergarten.  The morning went the same as it usually does, just trying to get out the door on time. But I know, much like his first day of school, I’ll always remember it.

Especially this face. The same face his daddy makes right before he tees off…

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The tongue thing must be genetic… its a mark of concentration.

The kids couldn’t have been cuter. The program began with the playing of Pomp and Circumstance with the procession of the Pre-K kids, complete in cap and gown, from the back of the church. That song always makes me cry. I was having a very hard time not going into a full out cry as the kids came in. My kid wasn’t even graduating! I’m going to be a mess next year. I did manage to keep it to a steady tearing instead of sobbing.

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I’m not sure how it ended up but Cole got the sweet spot surrounded by all the girls. Life is good.

When the performances were over the 2 and 3 year olds came and sat down with us. Cole couldn’t have been more in heaven. His daddy was there.

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He didn’t let his daddy out of sight for even a second.

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The boy loves his daddy. Can you tell?

Then we headed back to the classroom to say our final good-byes.

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I can’t say enough wonderful things about his teachers, Ms. Nancy and Ms. Debbie. They really went above and beyond and took great care of my little man.

Thanks Ms. Debbie!

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Thanks Ms. Nancy!

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Bring on SUMMER!


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