this week’s babblings: volume one

I haven’t scrubbed my kitchen floor since the last time a visit from out of town family was scheduled. This either means I have family visit a lot or that my floor doesn’t get scrubbed very often. You decide.


Thane is unimpressed with Daddy’s facial hair that grew from a well trimmed goatee before Talron came home to a full mountain man beard during paternity leave. The oldest used to just rub Daddy’s cheeks and implore/command “shave, shave?!” Once he gave up on that working he declared him “fuzzy daddy.”


Fuzzy Daddy’s birthday was yesterday. We celebrated with an island/motel/drive-in-double-feature last weekend when the weather and movie line up were perfect. Much like him. Seriously, this man rocks my world and makes the sun in my life come out on a daily basis. And the boys think he hung the moon. We’re coming up on ten years together in July. But if I go there I’ll start to get emotional and sappy and I need to get this house clean so I’ll save it.


For Mother’s Day today I was going to get lilacs from the backyard and steak from the grill. I was also getting a maid that looks remarkably like my husband to help whip the house into shape before the out of town guests get here on Tuesday. Then the boys decided to tag team keeping their father awake from 3-7 when I got up with them and sent him to bed in the basement. This should bother me I know. But all I can think is my two babies are home. My family is complete and together. What more could a mom wish for? (Besides an actual maid I mean.)


A group of bikers bought us dinner at the neighborhood bar/grill the other day. That marks the first time a stranger has ever bought me something in a bar. I guess all the eye batting and coy smiles and general aren’t I adorable behavior paid off. Also the two of them playing peekaboo helped I think. Never thought having children would get me a free dinner. But then again I never thought I’d end up with two kids this cute so I guess life is full of surprises.


My youngest son likes to give us kisses and then give this look that says “aren’t I just so clever and aren’t you so lucky you get to be in my life?” And I wipe the drool off of whatever part of my face he graced with his love and think “absolutely buddy”. Talron also likes to kiss his brother. The other day I looked over to say Thane on the floor and Talron laying kiss after kiss on his face and finally Thane started pleading “too much too much.” I would have rescued him had the reverse not happened one too many times. Fair is fair.


I randomly decided the wallpaper in our bathroom needed to finally come down. Something about coming up on our three year anniversary of being here made me panic that there were three rooms not yet completely repainted since our move-in: the kitchen, the master bath, and the laundry room. But I’m happy to say I finished the kitchen, the bathroom is 90% done – just need to touch up after some caulk and rehang the trim, and the laundry room color has been picked out. I still have a month to go until the anniversary so I’m still hoping to make it. If landscaping projects don’t derail me too much.


Oh bother. I just remembered the linen closet isn’t anywhere near being ready to paint, I want to redo the shelving system in there so that’s not happening anytime soon. So there goes that plan.


I thought having kids would make me feel all responsible and organized and havemystufftogether feeling. Yeah. That’s not happening. On a related note, I’m glad we waited so long to have kids. I know it’s not conventional and some people even mentioned what a hard transition we were bound to have. Other people told us we’d never feel ready. To which I say: wrong. Someday you do feel emotionally ready to have kids. At least we did. It’s not always bad to wait. But then again we didn’t have to worry about biological clocks ticking and eggs dying since we decided we would be shooting the stork and going with the delivery by airplane only type family. So we were lucky in that regard.

We really are lucky as a couple. I look at our lives and know how good we have it. Not because everything went perfectly and not because we got everything we wanted and not because life hasn’t handed us some real asshole moves along the way. But lucky because we have love in our lives. At the end of the day that’s all anyone can wish for. Love of a spouse, parents, children, friends, just love.


{{written over the past week, pictures taken over the last month}}

Categories: this week's babblings

4 replies »

  1. These boys are just as cute as they come. Sleep? Sleep is for the birds. One day you’ll wake up from a really great night’s sleep and realize today is your teenager’s birthday. You are lucky indeed. Blessed beyond measure, and so are those boys!

  2. Just found your blog through Congo group. We too are in the same agency with the same country. Our paperwork should have made it in the old system and we would have traveled with you in March. Seeing your precious boys and reading your words brings tears to my eyes. Tears of joy because of the joy that awaits us and tears of sadness that I have to wait longer. I look forward to following your posts and reading back to see where you’ve been.

  3. Beautiful post. Thanks for sharing. Wish I would have read that before I showed up at your house. I would have admired your bathroom more! 🙂 Thanks for sharing your lives with us so much. Sorry for the landscaping projects that derailed your last weeks! I love your little guys and can’t believe how much I am missing out on their lives living around the world. You were there so much when mine were babies. Sorry I’m not there when yours are. I love them so much! Oh, and thanks for sharing your Mother’s Day steaks with us!

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