Your daddy.
He is your number one fan. He’s your supporter. He’s your friend. He’s your teacher. He’ll never leave you. He’ll always protect you. He can’t wait to play ball with you. He giggles at every little thing you do. He beams with pride when he carries you through the store. He works incredibly hard to provide for you. He tells you how precious you are. He is forever proud of you. He teaches you how the world works. He plays with you. He sneaks in your room at night to kiss you. He scoops you up when he comes home from work and tells you he missed you. He reads…
Father’s Day (Part 1) & Hurrcuts
Before I dive into the intricacies of infant haircuts (I bet a ton of people just clicked on to bigger and brighter things): 1. My spiritual gift is not giving awesome presents. That said, I gave Taylor an awesome present yesterday: So cheap, so cute. The letters were like $3 each at Michaels. Or maybe Hobby Lobby. Or possibly Jo-Anns. For sure one of those crafty places. We had a mini photoshoot in the front yard this morning, I printed the pictures, framed them together, and presented it immediately to Taylor. There was no way I could wait until Sunday to give it to him. 2. Have you seen this…
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…
K Lew’s Worms & B-I-N-G-O
I’ve been silently bemoaning the fact that nothing horribly awkward has happened the past few weeks. We don’t usually go very long between embarrassing moments, but it’s been almost a month with nothing to report. Of course we had the Costco incident – not the one where Beckett forever traumatized some impressionable elementary school girls with his diaper blowout (the kind where you wish you wouldn’t have put him in shorts, but maybe pants with an elastic band at the ankles to catch any shrapnel) – but another one: Lady (smiling and looking at Beckett): Look at those hamster feet!Taylor (loud enough for lady to hear): HAMSTER FEET?!Me (whispering quickly):…
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…
Superhero 5k
Guys. Any minute now I could have a nephew. How fun is that?! Also, I might change pediatricians because ours is very scantily clad. I have seen her bra literally every time we’ve gone. She’s a great doctor, but I don’t want my 7 year old son to get “sick” every week so he can get a view of her lady parts. I mean, really. It’s quite unprofessional. Superhero 5k I got invited (or maybe I invited myself…the details are fuzzy now) to run in a 5k in Dallas last weekend. I agreed as soon as I heard that a) the cause was for CASA, an organization that helps abused…
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…
Traumatic Travel, Shopping Carts, & Time in Pokey
Whew. This past week or two was a doozy. A fun doozy, but a doozy nonetheless. We had 2 flights, 1 road trip, 1 wedding, 1 baby shower, 1 case of croup, and 1 ear infection. We’ll start with the slightly traumatic travel experience. Slightly Traumatic Travel Experience A few proclamations: Proclamation #1: If you are the kind of person who takes up extra seats for your bags in the airport terminal leaving other travelers the option of sitting on the floor or standing, I’m sorry you’re such a lonely person. Surely that kind of behavior isn’t conducive for a happy life filled with friends and loved ones. Proclamation #2: Don’t be mean…
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…
