for real tho…life as of late
It’s been a while since I’ve just documented life as of late which, coincidentally, is what the title of this blog is. And I have a hankering to write words without having to think too hard about them, so howsabout a little update post for my own sake. Like an update on Beckett. He’s 3 and really good at being 3. He is a little tootface that makes me laugh on a minutely basis. Have you seen that little chunky kid who says “apppparennttllyyyy” a lot? That’s Beck with the words “actually” and “seriously”. It’s amazing. He’s potty trained for the most part, and he’s really good at entering a…
But when we do…Jesus.
In normal 3 year old fashion, Beckett was climbing under the coffee table and jostled it, spilling my best friend coffee. I flipped out. “ARE YOU KIDDING ME RIGHT NOW?! DO NOT MOVE THE TABLE. WHY WOULD YOU MOVE THE TABLE? WHO MOVES TABLES??” Unfazed by my obvious overreaction and ridiculous line of questioning (who moves tables, really?), he crawled out and went to find something else to play with. A few minutes later, out dump 3,258 of our Hoarder’s Edition® Matchbox cars all over the floor. “DUDE. WHY. WHY ARE YOU DUMPING ALL OF THOSE OUT? I LITERALLY JUST PUT ALL THOSE AWAY.” He looked over at me and started picking them up before I even…
Oh, the Places You’ll Poo
We spent 30 minutes in a Braum’s bathroom last week. 30 minutes of an 8 hour road trip spent in a fast food bathroom stall. I thought lugging a kid (or two) and a diaper bag into a bathroom stall for my own potty break was intense. I just had no idea. Potty training is no joke. And while the conversations my boy and I have while spending ample time in public bathrooms are a slow and painful death by embarrassment, I know they’ll be funny one day. Maybe you remember these conversations. Or maybe you’re in the thick of them. Or maybe they will make you swear off having children. Regardless, I want to…
A Bugsday to Remember
I recently posted a really sappy Facebook post about Taylor and what a sweet spot our marriage is in. The truth is, I still feel like I should butter him up after last week. Some of my favorite humans invited us to go to the Hillsong concert here and, for once in the past 3 years, we were on time. Showered, dressed, kids handed off, and pulling up to the venue with 20 minutes to spare. I’d never been to the American Airlines Center, so I didn’t know what to expect, but apparently the lot was pretty empty. Taylor: Why isn’t anyone here? Me: I don’t know. Maybe it’s a small crowd. Taylor:…
