April 11, 2012
Their family vacation plans fell through and so my sister in law asked if we would like to join them for a road trip out to St. Louis. We would stay with my sister and brother in law for a day or two and then spend a couple of nights at our ol’ faithful hotel, the Drury Plaza in Chesterfield. (Is it sad that we are so fond of this place? Yes? Well, sad it is then!) It seemed at first as though K would be able to go with, but after a little more consideration it appeared best if he stayed home and worked as well. It was at this point I almost backed out. You see, I’m not much good without my husband. And I like him. Though we were leaving mid-day on Tuesday and arriving home early evening on Saturday, it was the longest we’ve ever been apart. And I nearly backed out.*
But, I didn’t.
And we went. We saw. We made some great memories. We had a grand time. We were exhausted!
Tuesday was spent driving. And driving. And stopping. And driving. 8.5-9 hours after B and I left our driveway, we were there! Wednesday was spent exploring Washington, MO with a picnic lunch by the river, throwing rocks in the water, and window shopping with the kiddos. Grilled burgers and hot dogs, salad, deviled eggs, and homemade salsa filled our tummies that night.
Thursday was a great day for the St. Louis Zoo! And apparently a great day to walk! Between parking a mile away (we thought we were much closer to an entrance than we actually were…oops!), leaving our food in the car to go back for at lunch (done before we knew we parked a mile away!), and enjoying as many animals as our little legs would take us to…our bodies definitely racked up some mileage!
Friday may have been my favorite day. It included a trip to see both the people and the place of my old office which made me all sorts of happy. A pit stop past Donut Palace…enough said, really! Lunch at Qdoba. A packed afternoon at the Magic House followed by Coldstone Creamery. Yeah, I’d say that’s a pretty good day. Oh, and lest I forget, my sister and brother in law also went to the trouble of getting Tucker’s wings that night…a big deal when they don’t offer takeout!
There was swimming and bubble baths, eating and talking, giggling, and yelling, memories and so much fun!
The trip home went swimmingly, well, apart from that incident where B got in his just-turned-2-year-old cousins face and told her she was a bad girl for going potty in her pants and then continued (later in the car) to scold her for the same and let her know all of the things she was not allowed to do because of it….”no screaming, no louding, no basketball game, no playing, no gassing (he may have been influenced by our pitstop for gas), no eating ice cream, no talking on the phone…”
And now, for photographic evidence!
Look Ma, no hands!
*For the record, I had a great time. But I still think it would have been better with K along for the ride!
April 2, 2012
Early in March, we got to celebrate the day 3 years ago when B was born. I would love to write and capture a bit of who he is, how he has grown, the many ways in which he blesses us daily, the gratitude I have to God for allowing us to be his parents…but I can’t do it justice. I can’t capture him. I can’t write enough thanks. I can’t document the blessing he is. But I can’t let that keep me silent either.
He is loud in the best sort of way (and sometimes in the worst). He is cautious. He is animated – face, body, and voice. He is rough, loving to tackle and wrestle anyone who will let him (and sometimes those who aren’t interested). He is gentle and sweet – dishing out unprompted hugs, asking to snuggle, comforting in sadness, protecting when he feels I need it. He is curious. He is smart. He loves God’s word; and he knows many of God’s truths. We love this boy and more than anything, we pray that those last two will continue on his whole life. That he would grow in the grace and knowledge of our Lord and Savior Jesus Christ and that to Him would be the glory, both now and to the day of eternity (2Peter3:18)
When asked, he consistently stated he wanted both of his Papaw’s and Mamaw’s to come to his house and that the only thing he wanted was orange cake. Easy enough!!
His door after his nap. I saw this idea a long time ago and thought it was so fun. He loved busting out!
He asked for his cards to be read approximately 6 times that day and every day for the next week or two afterward. Cards do not go unappreciated in this household!
His new ‘big bikle’. He was so excited he wasted no time hopping on and taking it for a spin (or 10) inside the house!
His new “chicken” was custom built by my dad and I think he did an amazing job. Much of the inspiration came from the uber-cute kitchen shown here. So, thank you Petersiks for sharing your creativity with the rest of us!
Remember how I told you last year that his favorite part of his birthday was everyone singing “Happy Birthday” to him? Well, this year just might have been the same way. Just look at that face!
Happy Birthday! We love you!
March 25, 2012
These unseasonably warm days have allowed us to spend a lot of time outdoors…playing baseball, riding bikes, taking walks, and hours with friends at the park. One particular day I snatched the camera before heading out and took advantage of the sunshine and a willing subject!
And this is what I got when I asked for a silly face.
Well done, B!
October 4, 2011
Cars lined up in makeshift rows…the pasture transformed into a parking lot. Across the dam, fires burn…these are essential for the fun to be had after the sun goes down.
It’s food and tractors, nature, hay rides, talking trees and blue skies, guns, glowsticks, tents and bows, friends and family…they’re one in the same!
Borrowing words directly from the invitation, it’s a gathering of friends and family in memory of my cousin Rick.
A time to celebrate life, enjoy nature, eat good food, and enjoy family and friends.
And that we do. And it’s one of my favorites.
Well, here, let me show you around…
July 31, 2011
K (looking at the back window of the SUV in front of us): does that say crack?
K: right there. does that say crack?
*pause as we get a little closer*
K: oh…no, that’s grace.
this exchange from the other day made me think of one from several months back.
L (again, looking at the back window of the SUV in front of us): is that supposed to be Jesus?
K: that’s Marilyn Monroe.
at least we’re even now!
July 17, 2011
July 13, 2011
Date night with my main squeeze, cruising through the college town partially abandoned during these summer months on our way to my birthday meal. We’re stopped at a light when a mountain bike approaches from our right. He proceeds to turn right while we prepare to keep straight, putting us both on the same road. K comments on the biker. We then noticed his legs weren’t moving. He wasn’t pedaling. Maybe the road goes downhill? Hmmm, no. But he’s picking up speed. Does he? Really?
Yep. He had a motor on his mountain bike! Little tank between the pedals.
Who does that?
As B and I were getting situated in the car, two kids passed by on their bikes. Just past our road, they turned around, headed back toward the place from where they came. They soon returned with another added to their number. By the time we pulled out onto the road, there were six in total likely spanning the entire school age. It was quite a refreshing site to see the clan biking happily along. Seeing them all wearing helmets made me even happier…there were a couple bike helmets, a baseball helmet, and a motorcycle helmet. I can just imagine the safety patrol grandma standing back at the house, proud of her work that morning!!!
Driving home tonight, our way lit by the fullness of the moon. My eyes were heavy, my head resting back against the seat. K calls for my attention…did you see that? I opened my eyes just in time to catch a quick glimpse of the teenage girl finishing her donut on granny’s motorized scooter, two others joined her in the driveway as witnesses!
That’s just plain awesome!
June 24, 2011
this is a recent event but it certainly qualifies. i can see myself giggling about this for a long while to come.
k and i are volunteering at vacation bible school at our church this week. we are in the nursery with the 2 year olds whose parents are volunteering. for a change of scenery, to burn off some energy, and to enjoy the beautiful weather we’ve been having, we ventured outside. to the back of the parking lot we went. as the kids are roaming about, stopping here and there to utilize the sidewalk chalk in their hands, i hear k say, “what is that?” i look down to see something that looked like batting on the ground. i shrug. he asks again, a little louder this time (and honestly, with a bit of panic in his voice) because the crowd had moved a few spots, “what is that?” he pointed to the smallest little boy with us, “it’s coming out of him!” the other volunteers and i looked down and broke into laughter. each step he took, he dropped just a bit more ‘batting’ and each step he took, i came closer to wetting my pants. seeing k’s face made it all so much worse.
as you may have guessed, the poor little guy’s diaper had seen better days and was bursting at the seams.*
i, too, was bursting at the seams.
the tears are yet again in my eyes to prove it!
*strangely, (and in defense of us and the little guy’s mama) i think the diaper literally fell apart and wasn’t so full it exploded. strange, indeed.
June 21, 2011
do you ever have those…the things that make you giggle
sometimes out loud
when you are all by yourself
days or weeks later
how about things that at least make you smile?
i do, too.
so, here goes.
we put b to bed earlier that night and finished packing things up for our trip. the plan was to leave around midnight. two vans, 10 people. women and younger kids in one, men and oldest kid in the other. everyone was situated when we put B in his seat. strict instructions had been given to his cousin to not make a peep; it was time for some serious sleeping. so, 45 minutes into the trip i was surprised to hear rustling coming from the backseat. i peeked into the mirror and through the shadows could see two little sets of eyes peering back at me. i looked away so as to not provoke them. i heard “we’re going on bay-ta-shun” in my niece’s sweet little voice, followed by giggles and squeals from the both of them. my sister-in-law was driving and we made eye contact and laughed. “oh dear,” our eyes rolled, “what are we in for!” minutes later I hear a voice from the back seat
i tried to keep a straight face as i turned around and said, “that’s mommy to you.”
and he just giggled.
and so did I!