Punkins, Separate Events, & Bills for Dummies
This blog never really follows a pattern, but this post is especially random. You’ve been warned. Punkin Patchin‘ One thing I love about having a kid is that I can use him as an excuse to do childish things. You better believe I will be at every new Disney/Pixar movie that comes out, whether he is old enough to watch movies or not. (2 month olds enjoy a good flick every now and then, right?) Also, don’t think I didn’t consider taking him trick-or-treating so I could eat all the loot. That said…I wanted to go to a pumpkin patch really bad this year. Taylor hated the idea, and rightly…
Trick-or-Treating 101, Intervention, & Shopping Horrors
Trick-or-Treating 101 Helpful hints for being “the good house” on Halloween. If you don’t know what constitutes a “good house” on Halloween, chances are your house is not good. Good houses give out dollar bills, 1-pound Hershey bars, 3 handfuls of candy (instead of 3 pieces), or name brand candy like Reese’s, Snickers, M&M, and Kit Kat. Bad houses give out dimes, off-brand flavored tootsie rolls, 1 Werther’s, or religious tracts. Don’t be the bad house. Intervention Someone help me. I am begging for an intervention. Put me in front of materials that can be shaped into facial hair and I’ll spend the next hour making myself laugh and my…
Insta…week & Baby Blues
I would label this section InstaFriday, but a) it’s not Friday and b) some of these pictures aren’t from Instagram. (If you blog and want to play along with InstaFriday, you can read about it at a lovely site found here: Life Rearranged.) Insta…week In logical dog world, if you chew an antler off of your favorite toy, the antler becomes your new favorite toy. It just makes sense. We celebrated 2 months of post-womb life with Beckett this week. Seriously – look how much more alert he is now compared to month 1. It’s amazing. No more comatose stare; we have an active baby on our hands. And, as…
Giant Feet, Micah 6:8, & The "C" Word
This might be an overly serious post. If you remember the lists of things I’m good and bad at, you’ll remember that I handle hard times/stress/problems with humor. It’s a blessing because laughter makes {most} everything better, and a curse on that rare occasion you bust out laughing at a funeral. About the funeral – it’s only happened once. In Memphis. At a very lively, southern funeral. I would feel terrible for laughing, but it was due to the lady behind me answering her phone in the middle of the service saying (in her best Bon Qui Qui voice), “Helllo? Helllo? Giiiirrrrlll I can’t herrr you. I’m at a furrrnrel.…
Spooky Hymns & Spooky Costumes
In regards to my recent post about odd holiday traditions, I apparently meant “birdshot”, not “buckshot”. I still maintain that neither is normal to find in Thanksgiving food. Now that we’ve cleared that up…on to a spooky post. Spooky Hymns Have you heard the hymn “They’ll Know We Are Christians/We Are One in the Spirit“? I heard it for the first time recently. It’s very creepy. Creepy enough that I publicly claim it as my theme song if I am ever put in charge of organizing a religious human sacrifice. (I don’t foresee this being a possibility, obviously due to my lack of credentials in the area, but stranger things…
Baby Blame, Hugs, & MK
Baby Blame One benefit to having a child that I didn’t foresee is the ability to blame everything on them. I must confess that Beckett has already been my scapegoat several times in his short 7 1/2 weeks of life. Babies get parents out of: social gatherings: “I really wish we could stay for your Gilligan’s Island themed barbeque, but the baby can’t really be around that many people yet. Germs. Scary stuff.” daily hygiene: “Why yes, these are the same leggings. They’re on day 15 and still going strong!” accidental or intentional flatulence: “Poor baby just has so much gas…” favors: “Helping you address all…
JoJo, DIY, & Buckshot
It’s spooky scarf weather!! I know what you’re thinking. “I really thought she’d get less enjoyment out of dressing her dog once she had a child.” False. Still very entertaining to me. A dog in a scarf? That’s comedy in Sarah-land. JoJo JoJo (momma Sparks) came to visit this week. You know how a parent’s love is “unconditional”? That means their love for you will never run out – at least not until you have their grandchild, then you’re dead to them. That’s not fair to say. You’re not entirely dead to them, you just morph into strictly the car seat carrier and occasional baby-feeder. I kid, I kid. We…
Noteworthies & Cat Fights
We’ve had some excitement this week. Stay a while and read about it. I dare you. Noteworthies Hank and Beckett’s forced friendship and accompanying photo shoot with matching outfits. I’m already an embarrassing parent but luckily Beckett can’t tell yet. (Hank is 3 1/2 months older than Beckett. Apparently our “nugget” is more like a tender. ) First church service with Baby. Much more emotional than expected. Post to follow. Maybe. Don’t hold me to it. News of Beckett’s first cousin. Our favorite Chilean missionaries/Taylor’s sister and brother-in-law, Wes and Ellen, are expecting their own nugget to be debuted May 2012. SO excited! JoJo’s visit (coming soon. Tomorrow to be…
Firsts, Schedules, & Steve Chan
Firsts We’ve had a week of firsts. I had my first pumpkin spice latte of the season. It is a proven fact that the fall season will not commence until Starbucks begins offering this heavenly beverage again. Welcome, fall. We had our first Cowboys game watching party of the year which also entails Mack’s first time wearing his dog football jersey. (By “party” I mean 3 of our friends came over.) He’s gained a little neck weight since last season… Other than the first celebrations of fall this past week, we’ve had other firsts: First month of life completed. Congrats to Beckett. He’s still a little unsure how he…
A letter for Beckett
Hi, baby. Mom here. Guess what? You’re one month old today! I made you a onesie to commemorate this occasion. This month has been an incredibly exciting, emotional whirlwind. One month ago today, we got to look into your sweet eyes for the first time (when they were open…you sleep a whole lot). I still have no idea what I’m doing or how to be a parent to you, but I can’t imagine life without you. We are so proud of you, Beckett, and we still don’t fully know you. I dream about your first words, your first steps, your first day of school…all the way until you graduate with…
