A Little Bit of Family History…

My mother in law saved a little bit of everything. I know that cleaning her things out after her passing was a huge chore and took quite a while. But, oh! The treasures we found! One of my favorite things we found were baby clothes that belonged to my husband and his brother! The twins had already outgrown most of them by the time we went through those particular boxes, but they’re still so much fun to have.

Recently, my sister in law found racing suits that our husbands wore when they were little! We’re guessing they were about 2 years and 8 months old respectively in the pic, which was taken in 1989.

My husband and his brother in 1989

My Father-in-Law worked for Goodyear at the time, so the shoulders have Goodyear patches on them and of course the helmet in the original pic is a Goodyear helmet. One of the neatest things about that is now that my FIL is racing again, we have recently acquired Goodyear as a sponsor of the Lear Speed team! What an honor to have things come full circle!

B age 3

Since Daddy’s suit is for an 8 or 9 month old, we borrowed his brother’s suit to take pics. We were able to grab a few at the Pueblo race with Papa Boyd’s race car! The boys were thrilled and did NOT want to take it back off!

T age 3

I know the boys’ Grandma Lorri would have LOVED to see the boys in their uncle’s suit! I am thankful that she saved precious items like this that we can use to honor her memory.

My twins’ cousins: L age 4, K age 6 months

My SIL went so far as to remake the original pic, and I just LOVE it! Especially K’s smile! He quite enjoys pretending to be his uncle!

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Inquisitive 3 yr old Minds & a Name Tag

Today, when the first day of VBS was over and I had picked the boys up from nursery I sank to a stool in the library. This morning totally wore me out! I finally garnered enough energy to go, but needed to take the boys to the bathroom before we got in the van. 

That’s where the trouble began. 

“But I don’t have any potty in me!” whined T. 

“I don’t want to put my shoes on and go home!” cried B. 

My mom helped and we eventually got the 2 dissidents to the bathroom. They chose their own stall (that’s super important) and we began the process of going potty. It’s not easy or simple, you know. It’s a whole process that begins with choosing which is the perfect stall to use and ends with washing and drying hands and soap and water everywhere. Surely you moms & dads know what I’m talking about?? Or maybe it’s just us. Sometimes I feel like taking 2 3 year olds to the bathroom is an Olympic event. And we train for it multiple times a day. 

Anyway. 

We had no sooner each chosen our respective stalls when we heard B began to bawl. He’d pinched his finger in the door trying to lock it and now the world was ending. I guess I wasn’t the only exhausted one because this kid could not handle life anymore. I tried to comfort him but he could not move on from the horror of the pinching. He cried while going potty. He cried while washing his hands. He cried while gathering our things out of the library. He cried when we headed toward the door. 

But when I took off my name tag to put on the registration desk – I didn’t want to forget it in the morning – he wailed. 

“You have to take it with us!!” – B

“No, I need to leave it here so I don’t forget it!!” – Me

“Noooooooooo! You have to take it with us!!” – B

I finally gave up trying to reason with him, and I carried him to the car while T tagged along with us. The crying did not stop through the parking lot. The crying did not stop while we buckled into our car seats. And the crying did not stop as we headed to grab lunch. (“BUT I DON’T WANT FOOD!”)

Once he finally got food he calmed down. I guess he’s like me and hits a wall of hunger and all of a sudden everything is not ok. Boom. Instant. Not ok. Hangry.

We made it home in a much better place (we also saw Mimi’s van, many crane trucks, a truck pulling a house on a trailer, a firetruck, a backhoe, and a couple tractors on the way home, which helped).

We got in the door. Everyone was calm. We sat down and to finish eating lunch. I thought we were totally in the clear and that everyone was over the events that happened right before lunch when I heard B say, “Mom?”

“Yes?”

“But why did you have to leave that [name tag] thing there? You neeeeeed it” – B

In the words of the vultures from The Jungle Book: “Now don’t start that again!” Oh, the joys of being a mom to inquisitive boys!


My Unexpected Cheer Squad!

If you have a son, or multiple sons, or have been around little boys for any number of minutes, you know that boys are… just boys. They are loud. They are intense. They talk about the weirdest things. They like to make messes. And they are the sweetest, most encouraging little beings on the planet. Case in point. I had moved some of our play equipment around in the backyard, because it seems like the boys like to play on new things… or on things that look different and new. I try to move toys around inside the house on a regular (read: random and when I can remember to do so) basis, and I thought I’d try this technique outside, too. Well… imagine my surprise when I was out mowing the other day and looked up to see my cheering squad leaning over our 6′ fence! I couldn’t even be mad, though! Not only was it extremely energizing to hear “Good job, Mommy!” a hundred and fifty times in a minute, but I also could keep my eyes on them the entire time I mowed instead of needing to take frequent breaks to make sure they were still happily playing! The frequent thumbs-up and smiles were a huge positive, too! What a win-win situation! 🤣

My biggest fans!

Now, of course, I need to make sure they don’t climb over the fence when I’m not looking. Time to rearrange the backyard again, methinks! 🤪

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Thoughts on age 3 – Times Two

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My 3 yr old twins switched personalities at 1 years old. Not everything exactly, but the calm, easy going one is now my Curious George who is always finding trouble. And the one that always bit me the first year and refused to nap or be held by anyone else is now pretty easy going and would rather do what he’s supposed to than go find trouble. Most of the time anyway. Haha. 

Have your kids ever done that? Switched personalities or at least swapped characteristics about themselves? It’s the craziest thing! 

What’s funny is my Curious George knows himself pretty well, even at 3 years old. When we’re in a hurry we have them take a shower in our bathroom instead of a bath in theirs. Several times I’ve forgotten to take my husband’s shampoo out and they’ve emptied it 🤦🏼‍♀️. Or I have taken it out and they’ve emptied another bottle of soap. Now when we send them into the shower, Mr. Curious George says “Mom, you forgot to take it out,” and points to the giant shampoo bottle he looooves to pump out and wash down the drain. What a kid! Reminds his mom to child-proof the shower!

Can you SEE the attitude?!

It makes me laugh every time. What kind of kid knows his own self control level so well that he asks the temptations be removed instead of getting into trouble!? 

He’s also learned the art of asking for “Just one more.” He’s realized if he doesn’t ask for much, just a little bit, just one more, he can often get away with just a little more. 

We were warned so many times when the boys were 2 that 3 would probably be harder. I’m not gonna lie, there are some things I don’t like about age 3. The boys have more autonomy so they don’t always like to listen. And it’s more purposeful now. But there are some things I LOVE about age 3. 

I love how creative they are! They can think for themselves and they come up with the funniest/craziest ideas. The things they say and do! I shared this little anecdote on my personal facebook page the other day. They crack me up! 

Since we’ve given up naps (aaaah) we have been working on having a “quiet time” in their room in the afternoons. Mostly so Mom can have a few minutes of quiet. At age 3 they aren’t super good at spending time alone yet, but I feel like we do have some good days where they play happily together without me for a little while. There have been some disastrous days as well… but I try to forget those 😉 

Playing nicely together for a few minutes in their room during “quiet time.”

I’ve been picking up kid’s toys on sale for our quiet time adventures. We have a no-electronics policy during quiet time, so I need things to keep their attention. I made a list of them here

Another things I love about age 3 is being able to give them a small task, and they can do it. Like putting their plates in the sink after a meal, or picking up their dirty laundry. They can also buckle themselves into their carseats now (though sometimes they tell me they don’t remember how). 

We definitely have our whiny moments… hours… days… and from what I hear, we always will! Yet we also have so much fun! My 3 year olds are the biggest challenge I’ve ever encountered, and they’re the biggest joy to my heart. 

From My Mommy Heart

I don’t know why God saw fit to give us twins. 

I remember the moments of literal insanity from lack of sleep during that first year. More than once I thought my baby was purposely being mean to me by waking back up just when I’d laid down. It was rough (is the understatement of the century). The hardest year of my life. 

I remember choosing on their first birthday that year two was going to be better. I was going to get out more. I was going to start living life again instead of just surviving. And it wasn’t easy, but we did. We started going to the zoo with friends. I took them grocery shopping (oh that one time I forgot my wallet…) just to prove I could. Our double stroller barely fits through doorways and is no fun to maneuver by myself, but we got out and we did things. Everyone warned me that when they started crawling and walking that life would get harder, but I loved it. When they were mobile they could follow me around and I didn’t have to carry two babies around the house. Year two was rough, but we did it. And enjoyed it.

Around their second birthday I realized I needed to start doing something out of the house. Their attitudes were normal 2 year old attitudes, but double time. Some days it was more than I could handle. I decided to go back to work PRN. Somehow taking care of someone else’s babies during the day made me super excited to return to mine. The boys grew even closer to their Dad, their Mimi, & Grace, who all take care of them while I work. Life was busier and thus harder, but it was good.

We are now smack dab in the middle of year four. I have two 3 year olds around constantly. Neither of which EVER stop talking or asking for things (how many times a day can 1 child say “Mom, can I have a rolla bar please?”). I’m not the best mom. I don’t handle the constant of two little ones perfectly. But there are these moments that make me stop and catch my breath. I can tell that I’m starting to see why God gave us two babies at one time. 

When they sit down together and have a 3 yr old discussion without fighting, it’s the best. When they happily play together, there’s nothing like it. When they have conversations or tell jokes or laugh with each other, it makes my heart pause to try to take it all in. When they haven’t seen each other in 30 seconds and giggle and hug because they’re so excited to be back together, my momma heart just about bursts. This morning they were outside playing in pajamas that don’t match, wearing their shoes on the wrong feet, just the way they like it. The breeze is cool and the temperature is amazing, and they were playing so happily together my heart almost couldn’t take it. It was a gift from God and my boys and it made my heart swell.

I still believe it’s a choice we have to make to thrive when life is hard, instead of just surviving. This is not something I have perfected by any means. And I still look back at that first year and wonder how we ever made it. The only way we did was by relying heavily on my mom & other family, friends, and God’s grace to make it through. Having moved past that it’s amazing to look ahead and see that my boys are growing into smart, kind little men with generous hearts towards others. I love seeing the things that delight them. My heart hurts when they are hurting. And I’m slowly learning that though I may never fully know why, God knew what he was doing when he gave us twins.

As I’ve thought about this post, I want to add a little bit to the end of my blog… to hopefully encourage YOU if you’re going through a hard time! It won’t always be this way. Things change, kids grow, jobs aren’t always the same. I would encourage you to reach out to God, and family or friends that you trust to help you get through it. Tomorrow will be different. Next week isn’t going to be the same as today. And by next year you might not even recognize yourself. If you need someone to specifically pray for you right now, please feel free to comment here or message me via my facebook page. I would be happy to lift your name to God to help you get through whatever you may be going through. Hugs, to you, my reader.

A Valentine’s Day Disaster. Or Was it?


Life is far from perfect.

I had a great list of free/cheap activities to do with my boys for Valentines Day! I was going to take them to a local story time, grab a free breakfast at Chick-Fil-A with free rewards on my app (it’s seriously the best!), then actually spend some money and grab Valentine’s Donuts at Krispy Kreme. The following is what really happened…

I love taking fun pictures of my boys. I also love sharing those pictures! Yet, even when they give me the most perfect smiles and (almost) every hair is in order and they don’t have any stains on their shirts, the moment usually was never perfect. Yet, I want to remember all of these imperfect moments for what they are. You may see clean, smiling faces, but I see the amount of effort it took to make that picture happen. Because, you see, threenagersdon’t usually get the memo that they really don’t have a care in the world and life at their age should be fun. And threenagers REALLY don’t understand that holidays are supposed to be fun and stress-free. 

On that same note, anxiety doesn’t understand, either. No matter how little effort I put into a day (so as to keep the stress level low), holidays often still seem stressful to me. Yesterday was supposed to be a fun day. I had a morning full of activities planned to get us out of the house and I was excited for our day. However, the boys woke up on the wrong side of the bed and couldn’t seem to recover. We left the house over an hour late so we missed Story-Time and grabbing a free breakfast at Chick-Fil-A. 

At this point I was in tears and the boys had thrown about a million tantrums. I thought about not going out at all. But that felt wrong- like the bad morning would win if we didn’t go. So I put the boys in the van and we headed to what was supposed to be our third activity of the day – Valentine’s donuts at Krispy Kreme. I’m really glad we did.

When we got there the sign was lit up. I hope you know what that means!! 1 free donut for each of us! We went inside and had fun watching the donuts go through the cooking process. We each got our own free donut and they were delicious. When we went to sit down we found a fun red couch that made for a fun little seating arrangement. And the boys (sorta) cooperated for Valentine’s pictures. 

While the threenager attitudes continued until Daddy got home (with what’s becoming our traditional Chinese takeout for V day) and it was a hard day, it was also a good day. I’m choosing to remember the enjoyable moments at Krispy Kreme over the attitudinal issues we had the rest of the day. I’m focusing on the positive moments in our day, like dinner and playtime with Daddy. 

I also am thankful that Luke allows me my frustrations and still tried hard to make it a fun holiday. I really enjoyed the gifts he got for me, our Chinese takeout, and Cocoa Dulce Fondue for Two after the boys went to bed. 

Life is far from perfect. That doesn’t mean it can’t be enjoyed.