52 Week Photo Challenge: Weeks 43-47

Since LL arrived in week 43, I will now be doing three photos a week, one of BB, one of LL, and one of them together.

Week 43

 

 

 

Week 44

 

 

 

Week 45

 

 

 

Week 46

 

 

 

Week 47

 

 

 

Thankful for the Little Things

On this Thanksgiving, I have so many things to be grateful for.   I have been keeping a running list of the little things every day that inspire gratitude. 

 

Early morning sunrises;

Baby cuddles; 

The best chocolate chip cookie recipe; 

Small gifts arriving in the mail; 

How excited BB gets when he sees the train; 

Cows grazing outside my window; 

Diaper pails;

Old friends;

The tiny alter in our bedroom;

My Pandora bracelets and the memories it brings me;

BB's laugh;

My head fitting just right on The Boy from Texas' shoulder;

A safe house and a warm bed;

Panhandle sunsets;

Perfectly timed text messages from my girlfriends;

His grace.

Happy Thabksgiving and may we all be thankful for the little things.

LL: One Month

I have no idea how it's time to be doing this post.  The last month has flown by and this little girl could not be any sweeter or easier.  She is so happy and laid back, eats and sleeps like a champ, and our little family would be incomplete without her here!

 

She tips the scales (our bathroom scale, so accuracy may not be spot on here...) at a whopping 10.6 pounds.  She still has dark hair and pretty blue eyes.  Just today, we are packing up the newborn clothes and moving on to 0-3 months.

She loves being swaddled, cuddling, sleeping, her Mam binkie.

She dislikes being cold, diaper changes, and gas.

Here are a few of my favorite shots from the first month.

 

 

 

 

 

The People in Rural America

I grew up in rural America.  And my husband and I have chosen to raise our family here.  In town without stoplights or movie theatres or malls.  We don't have Starbucks or fancy shops or live music (well, except for Fourth of July in my hometown or the rodeo weekend in my current town, both of which are kinda big deals).  The high school I attended didn't have a band or offer French class and there were 200 kids, in one building, grades K through 12.

One of the best parts of living in rural America is the people.  I grew up surrounded by neighbors who were like family to me.  They helped with homework, they bought whatever crap I was selling as a fundraiser, and they pulled together when things got tough.  A month ago when one of our cows got  out and I was 9 months pregnant with a husband out of town and a one year old, two of our neighbors jumped right in and had her put up and the fence fixed before I even got home.  When a neighbor's house burned down, the whole community rallied to raise money and offer support.  This is what people do here in rural America. 

I can tell you the names of my neighbors dogs for the past three decades.  I bought my first cow from Robert when I was 9 years old.  I still remember where the owl clock hung in Faye's kitchen, although she has been gone now for over 20 years.  I will never forget the taste Aunt Jean's cheesecake she always brought to my grandma's New Year's Eve Party. 

And, so, on election night when he media kept referring to rural Americans like me, my family, my neighbors, and my friends, as "uneducated" it really made my blood boil. 

These people raise children.  They raise the food the people in cities--including snooty news anchors--eat every day.  They go to church and school carnivals and fair board meetings.  They serve on the volunteer fire department and organize prayer circles and throw the best wedding showers.

And while some of us did receive a college education--I like to think my two college diplomas I earned while being first in my class (meaning the country kid beat the city kids) might deem me "educated," the rest of us have received an education in the world.  Some of the smartest people I know never graduated college and live in rural America. These women can sew anything you can think of, make the best tamales, and raised some of the best people I know.  The men can fix anything, work circles around any man in a suit, and will spend hours helping their neighbor in a time of need.  They understand agronomy, economics, and animal husbandry better than most people with PhDs.  

Recently, my dad figured up cost per acre on dry land milo on the back of an envelope in about 5 minutes, and the economists I worked with confirmed he was spot on after 3 hours of complex spreadsheets.   He may not have walked around the gym in a cap and gown with a doctoral hood, but he is far from uneducated. 

We made the decision to live in rural America consciously, and there is no place where and no people around whom I would rather live or raise my babies. If you ask me, a lot of city folk would be better off if they spent a little time around some of these "uneducated" rural Americans.  I am sure grateful for the ones in my life. 

 

Little House on the Prairie: The Big Kitchen Remodel

You might remember how less than a month before BB was born, we completed the addition to our house.  Well, because we are crazy, we decided that remodeling the kitchen would be the best way to welcome LL to the family.

Actually, it all started because I wanted a dishwasher.  Two kids and bottles, sippy cups, plastic bowls...I NEEDED a dishwasher!  And, as projects tend to do, this one snowballed and resulted in a brand new kitchen (complete with said dishwasher).

Here is a before photo when we first bought the house almost 2 years ago.

 

Here is a picture just before the renovation started.  (We previously re-did the floors and light fixture).

 

And now, the finished product!
 

 

Let's look at the changes...

First up, the island.  The Boy from Texas really wanted this.  I was lukewarm.  I didn't know if we had enough room and it was fairly pricey in the scheme of the overall renovation budget.  But now that we have it, boy was I wrong.  It is SO handy, I am not sure how we did without it!

 

Next, we did granite countertops.  We actually went in to look at butcher block to put just on the new island, but it was almost twice as expensive as this granite and is reportedly harder to keep clean.  Given that, we went with Santa Cecilia granite.  I think it goes really well!!  And, since we were doing the island in  granite, it made sense to do the rest of the counters as well.  See how this snowball happens?

 

We also did an above-stove microwave, which saves a lot of counter space.  Eventually, we will replace the stove and fridge with stainless, but if it ain't broke, don't fix it, right?

And, the star of the show, the glorious new dishwasher.  It is everything I hoped it would be! 

 

It's hard to tell here, but we also got an under mount stainless sink and new faucet.  And TBFT redid all the trim around the windows and built window sills.

 

Lastly, we went with a subway cut travertine backsplash that I think really pulls everything together.

 

And there you have it. Nothing like a major home improvement project in the middle of welcoming your second baby!  But all's well that ends well, and I love the finished version!

Go Home and Love Your Family

"If you want to change the world, go home and love your family." -St. Teresa of Calcutta

By the end of today, about half of my friends will be happy, while the other half will be in despair. Most of us will just be glad the 2016 election is over. 

So what are we to do now?

Go home and love our families.  

 

What we do in our own house will affect the world more than what gets done in the White House.  

Raise your children with the values you were looking for in a President.  Love your spouse in a way that honors the institution of marriage.  Help your neighbor. Smile at a stranger.  Support those causes you have spent months arguing about on Facebook.  Volunteer at a homeless shelter.  Donate to an crisis pregnancy group.  Be an usher at your church.  Raise kids--whether yours or someone else's--who know that both lying and name calling are wrong, even if you are running for President. 

This country is made up not of political parties and platforms and debate answers.  It is made up of people and families and communities.  If each of us made an effort to make a difference in our little part of the world, the entire world would change, one difference at a time. 

So whether you celebrate or lament tonight, what happens tomorrow is up to you.  Go be the difference this country needs. 

A little favor...

Do me a favor, would you?  Click here and vote for BB in the Gerber Photo search contest.  He needs to get some of this prize money for his future show animal account. :)

Plus, not that I'm biased or anything, he really is the cutest kid.

Halloween 2016

With LL due on November 1, we didn't really know what we would be doing or where anyone would be for Halloween.  Given that, I wanted a costume for BB that was easy and something small just in case LL was already here.  The only problems I had were that I am not crafty and cannot sew.  (I blogged before about almost failing home ec, but being rescued by my dear friend Dace who sewed my pillow for me when the teacher was out of the room.)

Enter The Babyaitter.  I am fairly convinced she can make anything, so when I told her my idea she sent me off with a list of supplies to buy and then in like an hour, magically transformed them into costumes for...

Charlie Brown and Snoopy!

 

 

 
 

 

On Halloween, our little town closes down Main Street and has a Trunk or Treat for all the kids.  We decided this was probably not an ideal event for an 8 day old, so the girls stayed home and Dad took BB.

 

Report back was that BB never cracked a smile, seemed confused as to why people were dressed funny, and about halfway through when someone handed him candy, he would get in his bucket and give them a piece back. 

 

Although it was low key and we ended up with orange sucker smeared all over our couch, we enjoyed our first holiday as a family of four.