Category Archives: growing up

Trying to be better.

I can be a really crappy friend. Never intentionally, but it happens. I’ll be wrapping up a lunch date with a friend and end it with, “call ya tomorrow.” Then kids, a job, a husband…you know life, gets in the way and before I know it, it’s been almost a week since I’ve talked to her.

This happens more than I care to admit and while my friend{s} probably understand, it doesn’t make it ok.

To be honest, this happens with more than just my friends. I let it happen with my family too. I know of some women that speak to their mom every single day. While that’s never been the kind of relationship my mother and I have had, we go a while before talking sometimes. Same goes with my dad. And my brother. And my aunts and uncles.

Are you seeing a pattern here?

I get so wrapped up in my day to day life that I forget to take the time {aka: make the time} to maintain/strengthen/nourish the relationships that are so very important to me. And now here I am trying to rebuild those relationships to what they used to be and/or what I would like them to be.

Does this happen to anyone else? I really hope it’s not just me.

Even if it is just me, my point is this…it’s been something on my mind a lot lately and I’m trying to be better about it. I want my loved ones to know that just because I may not to speak to or see them them very often, I’m thinking about them. My life runs off of a continual checklist of wash bottles – pack pump parts – make dinner – bath time – etc – etc -etc. I’ve come up with a list of actual things I can do in order to be successful instead of just saying “yea I’m going to be better about that”, then never following through. The list may seem simple and also completely obvious, but thought I’d share anyway.

Five Tips for Rebuilding Relationships

Call to Check In– While this is potentially the easiest one, this is a big one for me…I can go weeks without talking to a loved one before I even start to wonder when the last time I talked to them was. Sad, I know. So what I’ve started doing is setting a day of the week to call a different loved one. Most of the time it’s on my drive from work to pick up the girls from school, but that doesn’t always work. For example, my dad has a hard time understanding me when I talk to him on my hands free headset, not to mention quite often, he’s not even available during that time of day, so I set myself a reminder to call him later in the evenings after I’ve put Reese down for bed.

Send a note in the mail– Who doesn’t love to get mail in their mailbox…like their real mailbox. Something that’s not a bill. I know I love it, so I’m going to make a better effort to drop a note in the mail every other week or so to various loved ones…particularly the ones I don’t speak with or see very often.

Be Thoughtful– My best friend’s family is all from Minnesota and she’s pretty close to them. She grew up spending a lot of time back there in the summers and even still visits quite often. You could say she holds minnesota close to her heart. So when I saw that Shannon from GlassCast was having a sale on metal stamped states with a heart on the city of your choosing necklaces, I immediately texted my best friend’s mom to find out what city her family was from, then emailed shannon my order. Then I surprised my friend with the necklace the next time I saw her. No, she didn’t have a birthday coming up, there was no holiday. I did something  just because. But it doesn’t always have to cost money…the other night I was able to catch Reese clapping on video and sent it to my sisters via text. Both loved it, it made them smile. Mission accomplished.

Make Standing Date– In my little family, we’ve got our Taco Tuesday tradition…it’s easily our favorite night of the week. There’s never any question, it just happens. I wanted to try and carry this outside of my family unit. My best friend & I have been doing lunch dates for years now. When they happen they’re a highlight of my week. There’s time we go weeks without having one. Naturally over the course of the last couple of months, we’ve been really good about doing them every Thursday. I love it and I’m hellbent on maintaining that. From there, I’m also making a standing rule that at least once every other week I will invite a family member over for dinner.  What can I say? I’m a sucker for routine.

Start a Thing– There’s lots of things my friends & I talk about doing, but we never follow through. The other night I was putting Reese to bed and checked my email to find that my sister shared a pin from pinterest with me about some sort of squat challenge. I was kinda confused and quickly forgot about it. The next morning my best friend tagged me in something on facebook about it and saying that my cousin was in on it too. I figured I better figure out what the heck they were signing me up for! Ha. So, my sister, my best friend, my cousin and I are now doing a month long “squat challenge”. Whether through text or facebook, we’re checking in with each other and encouraging one another on a daily basis. Now we’re no longer just talking about it, but following through and getting better butts in the process.

I realize it’s sad that this no longer comes naturally for me and that I have to make a conscious effort to do something as simple as being a friend, but at this point it is what it is and I’m doing what I can to be the friend/daughter/sister I used to be.

So that’s where I’m starting. What do you think…is there anything else I forgot? Am I biting off more than I can chew? Has anyone else noticed their relationships sliding since having kids?

Where Nothing Means Everything.

It’s hard to believe that it’s already Wednesday. It’s also hard to believe that almost a week ago now I was waiting to board a plane for an adventure I surely never thought would ever become a reality.

Hands down, last weekend was one of the best weekends of my life. I met up with three other women, lovingly known as The Thread, for a kid-free weekend. A weekend long girls night out. A weekend filled with no plans other than to do absolutely nothing.

That nothing? Meant everything to me and is now a memory that I will hold close to my heart forever.

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Alicia // Me // Brandy // Brandee

Alicia, as per the usual, said everything I was thinking and in a way far better than I could have myself.

So, first, check out a few of my favorite photos from the weekend, then go read her post…because if copyrights and plagiarism weren’t a thing, I’d totally just copy and past her words right here.

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Unfinished Easter

Growing up, every Easter was the same…there would be Easter decorations set out. Even an Easter tree made with blooming branches of the dogwood tree from our backyard. We dyed eggs a couple days before. My mom made us Easter dresses. My dad bought us all corsages to wear. Easter morning baskets were hid and my dad sent us on a scavenger hunt, complete with rhyming clues to find our goodies. There’d be our dyed eggs, some candy and one or two other age appropriate things. We’d all pile in our car and head to church. After church there would always be a big family dinner.

As long as my childhood memory goes back, that was our Easter. And looking back, I loved them. I loved our family traditions.

My mom had her ish together. Or at least in my eyes she did.

My dad rocked the rhyming clues. Even if he did reuse them every couple of years.

I feel like my Easter this year is still kind of…unfinished.

Even with the best of intentions, we never dyed eggs. And I’m not even kidding, I think this is the first year I’ve never dyed eggs…even through college we’d dye eggs because my brother is 10 years younger than me. Don’t get me wrong, I had every intention of dying eggs with Rylee. I boiled our eggs up on Thursday night with plans for dying on Friday. Then Friday came and Rylee was misbehaving so we opted to dye them on Saturday between our Easter party and going to my uncle’s house for dinner. Then when I was cleaning up from the party I went to pull something out of the refrigerator and the entire bowl of boiled eggs fell and cracked. All 11 of them. In a rush I boiled a few more. But we never had time to dye them. So there we were, left with nearly 20 hard boiled eggs and not a single one of them were dyed for Easter.

I hardly even decorated for the holiday. Rylee set our her little Easter village that my mom gave her last year and other than that, this is was the extent of our decorating…

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Easter morning came and the Easter bunny hide some stuffed eggs for Rylee to find and hid the girls’ baskets.

The only photo I managed to get of either of the girls was a blurry iphone pic of Reese.

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I found myself getting annoyed that rylee was taking so long to hunt her eggs. Then it was a rush to get ready for church where I put Reese in one of Ry’s baby dresses and Rylee wore one of my favorite dresses of hers that my mom made…then paired it with a blue zip up hoodie and a St. Patrick’s day headband.

Dinner was really good, dessert was fantastic and we spent a ton of time playing outside. All in all it was a great day but we ended the day not even seeing some of our family. To me, that left it…kind of weird.

I want so badly to pass on the family traditions I loved so much as a kid that I hold so close to my heart as an adult.

And yes, I realize we threw an awesome Easter Egg Hunting Party with all of our friends that Rylee will likely remember for years to come. But I just can’t help but feel maybe in my “who cares, this is gonna have to be good enough” attitude, I failed my girls just a little bit.

Maybe I just need to realize that the traditions I loved so much growing up won’t be the same traditions we have for my family. Maybe it will get easier as they get older? As we settle in to our own Easter traditions?

One thing is for sure, no matter what the holiday, my girls will now they are loved and they are important, just like my parents did for me.

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Oh hello Thursday…fancy meeting you here! My mind is currently cluttered with a big ole list of things to do before our First Annual “Rice Ranch” Easter Egg Hunt for Adults (and kids) {but mostly the adults} so I figured I’d play along with Lindsey and her friend and link up with their “Currently” thing. Enjoy?

Feeling better than I was earlier this week. I still have a lingering sore throat, but I’m able to eat, so I’m not going to complain…too much.

Imagining what life is going to be like once we get our back patio put in later this spring. I cannot wait to have our grill always on our back porch and not have to pull it out of the garage and grill on the driveway. And to enjoy playing or relaxing to a view that’s less of our rental house and more of a grassy field…

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Considering getting a pedicure. And also a massage.

Listening to Rylee’s wants/needs more lately. Amazing how a kid actually knows what they need sometimes…novel concept, eh? And, mind blowing, actually listening to them makes for a happier kid. She’s always hungry after school, so was always the battle of “you can have a snack when we get homeifdadisnt on his way home yet”. It madeourevenings miserable and filled with annoying whining that ultimately led me to losing my temper. Now? She gets a snack, dried fruit, maybe a cut up apple or a Z-bar, on the drive home and everyone is happy. By the end of the day, I’m spent, and touched out, but Rylee is in snuggle before bed mode. I’ve been making a conscious effort to put aside my selfishness of just wanting to sit by myself and getting down and letting her sit on my lap, or lay right up against me as we watch some tv. Giving her some one-on-one attention without her baby sister always tugging at my feet or trying to crawl up in the middle of what’s going on seems to be helping make the world a happier place. And also? Less naps…I think we’re coming to an end of naps for my almost 5 year old.

Moving more. We spent nearly all last weekend outside. This is the time of year we’re always on the move and I love it. Theres always stacks upon stacks of projects to be done when you live in the country. I’m really looking forward to being able to do more on the property this spring/summer since i won’t be pregnant or taking care of a newborn. It takes my body a little it to get used to it, but I love spending time outside…weeding a flower bed, hauling firewood or you know…just taking pictures of cows.

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A four year age difference…7 months in

I’ve recently had a few people ask me what it’s like having little ones that are 4 years apart. And while I touched on the subject early on {here, here and here}, I figured now that we’re 7 months in and Reese is much less blob-like these days, I’d give more of an “official” real-life review.

My girls are 4 years and 2 months apart. Obviously I have nothing to compare this age gap to, but I will tell you, so far I am SO happy it worked out this way.

Lets start with the obvious…not having two kids in diapers is so amazingly awesome.

For the most part, Rylee has outgrown the resentment she had toward me at the very beginning. Every once in a while it’ll rear it’s ugly head, but for by and large, it’s smooth sailing and seriously? I couldn’t be happier about this, because that stage was just flat out hard and it actually kind of hurt my feelings.

Even though we try not to abuse this, it’s so nice having a kiddo that can help with things from time to time. Stuck in a chair nursing? Hey Ry, can you go get me a clean burp rag? Cooking dinner and the baby is fussing? Ry, can you please get your sister her binkie? Have to run to the other room for a second to take your jewelry off before your curious baby rips it off? Ry, can you keep an eye on your sis real quick while I run to the other room? “Okay mama!” A few minutes later…”Moooom, Reesie is headed for Dante’s water bowl!”

I love how much rylee wants to help out. And we try to accommodate as often as possible, but Sometimes the constant wanting to help can be annoying. Like, automatically add in and extra 10-15 minutes no matter what the task is. And sometimes, if its just not feasible for her to help out, or if I just don’t have the patience, Rylee’s feelings can get a bit hurt.

I’ve already mentioned the girls adore each other, which is great, but I say “Rylee get out of your sister’s face!” more times than I can count. If I had a dollar for every time I said that, I’d easily be a thousandaire right now. I’m sure she’ll get it…eventually. Hopefully before Reese is old enough to shove Ry out of her face on her own.

The toys can be an issue. Number one, 4 year olds have tiny toys. For example Rylee is into Legos. And not the big, toddler kind. The real, little, step on one in a dark room and you’ll jump to the ceiling kind. Talk about choking hazards! We’re in full on toy segregations & baby gate mode right now. Then there’s the issue of Reese’s toys…anytime Reese gets a new toy or we take a toy out of storage for her, Rylee is all up in its business. For now, Reese doesn’t care. Heck, it’s even kind of nice because Rylee can show Reese how to use it, but I definitely see this becoming an issue in the future.

Reese is currently in the “easily distractable” stage of nursing. Which can be annoying when your busy little four year old is jumping and dancing around. But, Ry is also old enough to understand when I tell her I’m going to feed Reese in her room and she needs to play in her room or watch a movie or whatever.

I suppose we can’t leave out the fact that Reese has watched more tv in her short 7 months on earth than Rylee did her entire first two years. Oops.

Even 4 years apart the girls are close. No one can make Reese laugh like Rylee can. Reese hears Ry’s voice and looks for her instantly. If Ry is having a rough afternoon, Reese is always there to try and make her smile. These girls are as thick as thieves and watching them together seriously makes my heart melt.

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So, yea…kind of all over the place, but long story short? A 4 year age difference is great. The minor “annoyances” are far, FAR outweighed by the awesomeness of watching them together.

Now…ask me again in another 6 months to a year when Reese can run around and steal toys. Ha.