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…
Easter Fun & Jade 2.0
(this post = a photo dump) Easter Fun? Easter: a time of celebration that Jesus rose from the grave and will one day make all things new. Such a glorious Sunday. Beckett was just as overcome with emotion as the rest of us. Yea, buddy. It is a big deal. It’s a HUGE deal. It’s the difference between life and death. Just let it all out. … Seriously though we had some really bad Easter festivities on Saturday. Friday and Sunday’s Easter events were splendid. Saturday? Awful. And it wasn’t just awful because the Christian radio station’s egg hunt was poorly executed and Beckett was almost trampled by the helicopter…
May. In Pictures.
Full disclaimer: this post will pretty much only be filled with ridiculously handsome pictures of a certain 9 month old named Beckett. If you’re looking for embarrassing stories about gluing your face or being unable to identify genders, come back next week. I’m sure I’ll have something good by then. I’ve been busy this month chasing a chunky little nugget around. He has given up the one-big-toe-and-one-forearm-only army crawl and decided the regular hands-and-knees crawl will suit him. He also decided that walking along furniture, or really anything that gives him the tiniest bit of leverage to stand, is awesome. So, to catch up on blogging and to make sure…
April Highlight Reel & Indiscernible Genders
My child has consumed 3 pieces of dog food, a helping of kitchen tile, and a tag from Target in the past week. In case you were wondering. Also in the past week, we got to meet our nephew via Skype! Oh, the wonders of the interwebs. Is he not just the most perfect thing ever?! Lincoln Shutt, everyone! (You can follow Taylor’s amazing sister & brother-in-law’s missions in Chile on their blog.) Photo courtesy of Reid & Meriden and or Dale & Cherie Photography©. Not really sure which. I stole it from Facebook. April Highlight Reel This month has been fantastic. Look at this little stud. I outran a…
Throwbacks & Overshare
My dinner tonight consisted of chicken and cilantro wontons, sweet potato fries, and jalapeno hummus. This is what happens when Costco gives out samples. I buy an econo-size bag of frozen wontons. I don’t even know how to eat wontons or what to put them in or with, but good gracious that old lady was convincing. Throwback Thursday (Part 3) Guys. I really thought I was being creative with the name “Throwback Thursday”. As it turns out, it’s already being used by those pesky instagrammers (of which I’m one – find me @sarahbrooks13) to showcase vintage pictures. Booooooringggggg. I prefer showcases awkward encounters instead. Part 3 stories include: the hired…
Misunderstandings & 7 Big Ones
Gather ’round, everyone. Let me tell you a story. Actually it’s not a story as much as a reflection on past decisions. It was a beautiful January day. The sun was peeking out through the winter clou…anyway, I decided to schedule a flight to Kansas that takes off an hour past my kid’s bedtime. What was the logic behind that? Nothing about that plan is a good idea. Brainy, the creepy wheezer. To make things more interesting, Beckett has croup and an ear infection. Did you ever watch Hey Arnold? He sounds like the mouth-breather who was always creeping over Helga’s shoulder. Aside from the miles and miles of boogers…
Recap & Wreck Part II
Recap A small recap of the week’s events: Nephew: My nephew has a name! We are excited to meet baby Lincoln sometime in Mayish!! Bugs: Those long-legged bugs with a 12 second lifespan are about to drive me insane. Our house has approximately 23 of them flying around at any given moment, and last night I woke up to one dive-bombing into my forehead. Die, you flying freaks. That is maybe too harsh. Let’s try: Fly back outside, you weirdo bugs. Revelation: I really want to adopt a child(ren), right? So I had a dream last week of an adoption agency in Ghana that helped find families for the…
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