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over the weekend, the family gathered to celebrate both of my parents turning the big 6-0 this month. we had an elevated pizza party for them and headed back to their place so that they could blow out the candles and dig into some cake. and you can’t forget the cards and presents! and party hats and noise makers.
i am so honored to call them my parents. they are doing life well. they are aging with grace. leading by example. they are so generous to people in their lives. they are loyal. they keep their hands busy. they take on new challenges, learn new skills. i love watching their marriage relationship continue to grow and flourish. i pray that God continues to sustain them – that He uses their lives for His great kingdom work. they have experienced so much in the past 60 years. but truly, the best is yet to come. i hope that their next one, five, ten, twenty, thirty, forty (hey, sixty?) years the the sweetest yet. that God blesses them richly with good things. that they foster meaningful relationships and create wonderful memories. that they grow deeper and wider in their wisdom and knowledge. that they are successful and fulfilled. that they are satisfied by the goodness of their Savior.
aaaand…a little walk down memory lane:
dear little prince,
happy ELEVEN months. in a mere four weeks, you will be smashing your birthday cake. and that makes your mama feel all the feelings. but you haven’t officially hit the one year mark just yet, so until then, let’s just focus on making the most of the final days of baby. it’s a deal.
the other day, after you woke from your nap, i swear it was if i collected an entirely different person from your bed. you looked, well, older. bigger. more like a little boy than a little baby. your shoulders seemed broader. your torso, longer and leaner. your demeanor had shifted too. i can’t put my finger on it, but there was a noticeable change. as if you went down for your nap as a baby and woke up, a legit little man. you sat taller on my lap. you engaged with me as though we had known each other for years. at one point, you put your arm around my shoulder and leaned your cheek against mine, almost as if you were reassuring me that you are indeed, growing up and that you’ve got it down and it will all be okay. and i’m not gonna lie, it was a bit too much for me to handle. this growing-up business is bittersweet stuff. but i am beyond thrilled about the sweetness of it. because that sweet stuff sure is good.
you wear your heart on your sleeve. you show affection by giving the biggest bearhugs. sometimes, you will launch yourself at your sister and knock her over with the sweetest hug tackle. and your moods are totally obvious. when you are happy and content, your head is bopping around and you are tossing around the biggest smiles. full-faced, squinted-eye grins. and when you are annoyed with something (or someone), you yell or growl and let us know. when you are tired, you spread your blanket on the ground and ever-so-dramatically plop your body on top of it with a sigh. you might do this three or four times in a row until we take notice and take action. and it is clockwork. 10am and 2pm, give or take a few minutes. such a creature of habit.
you are a no-nonsense nurser but after your belly is full, you like to sit on my lap and talk with me for a bit. we play. you sing. you make funny sounds to make me laugh. you flip through books. you clap. you let out a hearty burp. and then, you are ready to move on with things. but you really do need that five minute transition time. and gosh, do i live for that time. i will cherish those moments for years and years.
you are methodical, for sure. everything has its place. and the red berries are always eaten before your other breakfast foods.
you love music. you are enthralled during papa (and elinor’s) violin practice time. and when you catch a good beat, you get your whole body into it. bouncing up and down and moving your head from side to side. you do it to the radio or when anyone sings something that tickles your fancy.
you give high-fives for a job well done. you give solid but gentle pats to the dogs. you giggle at your sissy (more like cee-cee, your sound for elinor) because you think she’s super funny. you love to mimic noises and words and volume and tone and timbre. in so many ways, you are discovering your voice.
you have a killer catalogue of sound effects. each toy has a different sound to accompany playtime. you make a deep vvvvvbbbbrrrrr sound when you are scooting around with your cars. our home is your race track, these days. you and your cars. when you spot a ball, you let out the happiest baaaalll! sound and toss it with a woooaaaahhh! sound to match. and then there is the list of sounds that go along with activities such as dropping or smashing and banging or drumming. you see, the noise of a wooden block dropping on the tile just isn’t enough. no sir. you *must* add in your own ppppooooff (bomb dropping) sound. it’s such a hoot to watch and listen to you play. truly, you are such a boy.
you cruise around the house. you have this funny move where you pop up onto your knees and slowly (for effect) raise your arms higher and higher and higher until you are totally stretched out then fall forward onto your hands into a knees/hands tabletop position. it is your exaggerated version of “how big is ridley?” well, you are clearly the biggest and the best. you squat and stand all by yourself and have taken the occasional unassisted step before cautiously lowering yourself back to your hands and knees. and then, you pop back up and give it another go. so resilient. so determined. you like to walk around the house, holding my hand. just like a little person. and you like to use elinor to pull yourself up and then use opposing forces to practice walking while pushing against her belly and chest. like your own human walker toy. and she giggles the whole time, cheering you on as you go. you two are the CUTEST pair. i hope you continue to refine each other and encourage each other. and feel free to level her, as necessary.
oh, ridley. you are quite the gentleman. strong and determined. fierce and loving. tender and kind. loud and bold. you are the whole kit and caboodle. and we love you so.
your mama + papa + sissy
so excited about this one. oh man. as you probably know, i am a coconut fan. but we are a house divided when it comes to coconuts. ben is definitely not too keen on these tropical creatures. BUT, he is a sucker for popcorn. AND, he is also obsessed with flossing his teeth. and kernels and dental floss go hand-in-hand. where am i going with all this? well, our friends at quinn snacks introduced us to cocofloss a few months back and you know that i had to give it a go. coconut meets floss. excellent. it’s almost like oil pulling minus all the messy oil stuff. and what better way to remove those pesky coconut oil popcorn kernels than with coconut floss? kismet, i tell you.
so that got me thinking… a ton of my favorite things are coconut based. and with ben jumping on the coconut bandwagon with his popcorn and floss, we are officially a coconutty family now! and what better way to celebrate than by sharing a few of our favorite coconut items with you?!?!
here’s the deal: thanks to some very generous friends, i am giving away a goodie box filled with coconut treats to one very lucky person! so what’s inside the box? glad you asked.
2 bags of quinn coconut oil popcorn + 2 bags of hail merry, merry bites (macaroon-esque bites of pure bliss) + 2 packs of cocofloss + 1 jar of unrefined, expeller pressed organic coconut oil (a multitasking heavyweight for sure) + 1 container of vita coco pure coconut water
to play on the blog and get yourself an entry, just comment below and let me know your favorite coconutty thing. but, the real fun is happening over on instagram. so make sure to head there to earn a bunch more entries. the giveaway will run on the blog and instagram from tuesday, may 17 until saturday, may 21. a winner will be chosen at random and announced on saturday.
a BIG thanks to our generous friends at quinn and cocofloss and hail merry and whole foods market and vita coco for sponsoring and contributing and being all-around awesome folks.
yesterday was such a full and fulfilling day. actually, it mirrored my life as a mother pretty well. a fitting way to celebrate.
i suppose the party started on saturday. we spent the morning at the market so that i could grab some mama’s cold brew and ALL THE FOOD from the uprooted kitchen. the weather was glorious and we wanted to savor it. it truly felt like such a treat. cooler temperatures and clouds and a nice breeze always feel like a treat in may – in arizona.
as for the real-deal mday, i told ben that i would like to get in a solid run and a yoga sesh to start the day. and definitely, some leisurely coffee sipping time and some tasty food. i didn’t have grand plans and warm-and-fuzzy expectations. truly, i just wanted no frills, no fuss, no pressure. just doing some of my favorite enjoyable things with people i love. so this year, that meant a pre-church breakfast stop for muffins and cookies and the best acai bowl in town. we thought about a fancy-schmany brunch but that is only fully enjoyed while sipping mimosas…sans little ones. brunch really needs to be a long and leisurely thing. with bubbly. and decadent foods. and all the spots we had in mind didn’t exactly scream “yes! bring your young children here! let the baby squish food everywhere!”
overall, we are pretty darn good at eating out with elinor and ridley. both of them can spend a decent chunk of time at the table as long as the food keeps coming. and elinor is at a nice age for dining out. but ridley isn’t in a super clean stage of eating. and when he is done, he is ready to be scrubbed off and move on. so, not ideal for a champagne brunch. and if i really give him solid attention and put him on my lap while he eats, i can contain a lot of the schmutz. but, the whole “it’s mother’s day! it’s YOUR day! kick your feet up! don’t lift a finger! yada yada yada” thing seems to fly in the face of that kind of mealtime setup, right? a two hour celebratory brunch is really better as a date with just my man. but that isn’t exactly a festive way to celebrate motherhood. thanks for making me a mother, kids! to show my gratitude for this role and your lives, i am going to drop you off and celebrate myself on my own. toodles!
and the whole breakfast in bed thing REALLY doesn’t work around here. firstly, i wake up a solid three hours before the kids. and then there is that whole eating food in bed nonsense. and when i wake ridley, it is feeding time. no shenanigans, mama. logistically, it isn’t ideal.
so, enjoying a laid-back morning around the house and then stopping for a simple breakfast (with all of my very favorite foods) seemed perfect to me. it would let the kids stick to their morning routine and wouldn’t add extra to-do’s to our morning before church. win-win.
after church, we popped by my folks’ place to spend some time with my mum. just simple moments spent in conversation and watching the children crawl and toddle and run and yell and throw and play and pounce and giggle. and then, it was off to my SIL/BIL’s house to get ridley down for his nap and get supper prepared for ben’s side of things. on the menu: ben’s killer huevos rancheros. oh, and a pile of hash browns to go with it, a la rachel schroeder. oh oh, and she made vanilla bean cake for dessert. i wish i could mainline that stuff. it was delish.
after our bellies were sufficiently full and we had polished off the last sips of coffee, we scooped up the kids and took the party back to our home. elinor and ridley hit the sack and ben and i were able to have a nightcap alongside our quiet moments of conversation. what a sweet day. it was just right.
i am so honored to mother these two precious lives. it is such a weighty calling. and such a tremendous blessing. motherhood has taught me about the heights and depths of love. about sacrificial living. grace. patience. endurance. kindness. it refines my character daily. hourly. it helps me to focus, to keep my eyes on Christ. to keep me on my knees. it challenges me. it expands my mind. it teaches me and changes me. it stretches me. it empties me and fills me up. praise God for this great gift.
p.s. those pics of me and my little prince just straight up kill me. it’s so strange to think that this time last year, we had yet to meet. and now, i can’t imagine life without him.
to all the mothers. to my mother. to my mother in law. to my grandmothers. to friends and family members who mother so beautifully. to the examples of motherly love, in all its forms. to the stepmothers, foster mothers, adoptive mothers, birth mothers, hopeful mothers, waiting mothers, expectant mothers. to those who carry children in their hearts. to those with children in heaven. to the fierce and strong and tender and caring women who have acted like a mother to me and to my husband and to my children. you are amazing. you are loved. you are appreciated. may you feel celebrated every day. may you know that you are doing great work, even if it feels insignificant. may you be encouraged and restored when things get tough and feel thankless. you are shaping lives. you are raising up leaders and kingdom-workers and game-changers and disciples of Christ. mothering and loving little ones is the most significant work.
so, keep striving. keep your hands open. keep your heart fertile. keep your gaze fixed. keep your thoughts on things above and on your knees in prayer. keep your spirit hopeful. and may you be equipped for every good work.