tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-58541415071351711632024-03-05T02:16:25.193-07:00Hers & HimsBrookehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00899790997565760069noreply@blogger.comBlogger26125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5854141507135171163.post-58532143802758112512014-04-08T21:48:00.000-06:002014-04-08T21:48:45.419-06:00We Like, We Like to Party
Yesterday, while we were out running some errands, we thought it would be fun to stop at one of our favorite local shops to grab a soda and some cookies for the kids. We were waiting in the drive-thru line when "Somebody that I Used to Know" by Gotye came on the radio. For whatever reason, Daddy was excited by this fact and cranked up the radio.
He completely ignored the loud protests Brookehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00899790997565760069noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5854141507135171163.post-40369907124344775562014-03-04T00:12:00.001-07:002014-03-04T00:18:04.346-07:00Love BoyOn Valentine's Day, the Princess informed us that she has a "love boy" in her class. I thought Daddy was going to pass out as soon as the words left her mouth. But there they were, and there was no taking them back. In the weeks since we have found out a thing or two about this so-called love boy.
He has spiky hair.
He doesn't know he's her love boy.
She doesn't know if he likes her.
But he Brookehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00899790997565760069noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5854141507135171163.post-40859425999821517972013-11-19T13:47:00.001-07:002013-11-19T14:49:44.164-07:00Are You Sure?Let me preface this by saying that I understand that pornography is a bad thing. A really bad thing. I have seen people trapped and ensnared by the lure and temptations of pornography. I have seen a few isolated encounters with online pornography become devastating addictions that have broken hearts and torn families apart. I have spent hours hoping and pondering and praying that I can keep my Brookehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00899790997565760069noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5854141507135171163.post-73581445010440100302013-08-01T22:11:00.000-06:002013-08-01T23:27:37.677-06:00August Is For LoversWell, it's officially August. I like August for many reasons; the summer is winding down but we're still having fun, it's almost time for the kids to go back to school (anyone else have a countdown going?), and it's the month Olyut came home from the NICU and we still celebrate his "coming home day". But more than all of that, it's the month BJ and I got married. This August marks nine years for Brookehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00899790997565760069noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5854141507135171163.post-53323466847586498232013-07-28T11:58:00.000-06:002013-07-28T11:58:35.605-06:00Shopping on Saturday Night is a Bad IdeaSaturday nights at our local Walmart are a little crazy. Partly because most of our community avoids shopping on Sundays for religious purposes, and partly because the teenagers seem to think that's the place to be on Saturday night. Generally, I avoid Walmart like the plague on Saturday night.
I didn't have that luxury last night.
I was lucky enough to get an evening out, BJ stayed Brookehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00899790997565760069noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5854141507135171163.post-59207909886903812492013-07-26T15:28:00.000-06:002013-07-26T15:28:57.261-06:00My How-to Repertoire Needs a Little WorkI have been doing a little research lately on how to grow my blog. I love and appreciate all my adoring fans (hi Mom!) but I wouldn't mind adding a few readers to the mix. Here are a few things the experts say to do
Guest post on other blogs
Make a Facebook page
Comment on other blogs/Facebook pages/Instagram profiles
Write a how-to
Well, people aren't breaking down the door for me to guest Brookehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00899790997565760069noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5854141507135171163.post-51438972570547241812013-07-22T20:23:00.000-06:002013-07-22T20:23:49.649-06:00Raiders of the Lost Fasser
Milgie loves her pacifier. LOVES. She calls it her "fasser". I thought about weaning her from it before Weezie was born but decided that would be too much change all at once. And perhaps a little cruel. She's my first to even take a fasser so this is all new territory for me anyway.
Honestly, she doesn't care about it much when she's awake, she can take it or leave it. But nap Brookehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00899790997565760069noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5854141507135171163.post-17970240142010777672013-07-21T20:13:00.000-06:002013-07-21T20:13:36.923-06:00Could You Win The Newlywed Game?Usually the mornings around here are a bit on the crazy side, and require us to tag team. One of us stays with the kids, making sure everyone gets fed and dressed and chores done, while the other gets ready for the day. Then we switch.
But I guess the kids were abducted by aliens on Tuesday night because they were perfectly behaved Wednesday morning, allowing us to get ready at the same time andBrookehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00899790997565760069noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5854141507135171163.post-66888945175976284212013-07-17T18:13:00.000-06:002013-07-17T18:13:05.412-06:00The Soon-to-Be Mrs. Moses
My best friend is getting married! In roughly 18 hours she will marry the man of her dreams and create a new little family and live happily ever after. I am so excited we get to be here in Colorado to celebrate with her. And I am so, SO excited for her!
Because really, she is awesome! So awesome that I can't possibly do her justice by trying to explain. That's not going to Brookehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00899790997565760069noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5854141507135171163.post-51154463529078941592013-06-28T12:36:00.000-06:002013-06-28T12:40:03.445-06:00FireworksOur city does a family festival every year. They have a family night at a local pool, a family fun run, a golf tournament, a movie and dinner in the park, and a carnival. Then the finish it all off with a fireworks show. It's great fun, and one of our favorite parts of the summer break....and this year the final family festival fireworks festivities just happened to fall on the night before Brookehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00899790997565760069noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5854141507135171163.post-9599604215407766772013-06-06T16:00:00.001-06:002013-06-06T16:00:55.249-06:00Sticky FingersI think I've gotten too complacent in my shopping trips. It got really comfortable hitting the store while the older two were in school. Just plop the younger two in a shopping cart and you're in and out. Easy as pie.
I'd forgotten what it was like to take all four of them. But obviously there's a reason I starting going during preschool/school in the first place. I took them to JoAnn's the Brookehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00899790997565760069noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5854141507135171163.post-64154393015439189662013-05-09T16:07:00.000-06:002013-05-09T16:20:48.127-06:00Daddy Is Most Definitely Not OprahDaddies know about a lot of things. My Dad knows everything...just ask him. And my husband knows a few things about computers. Ok, he knows a LOT about computers. And providing for our family. He knows about politics, music and movies. He even knows a thing or two about Oprah.
Everyone knows about Oprah, right? Even if you never watched her show, I'm sure you've seen her "Favorite Things" Brookehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00899790997565760069noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5854141507135171163.post-63418601770001584442013-05-06T14:50:00.001-06:002013-05-06T15:16:52.709-06:00Real MomI just got back from grocery shopping. It's been a lot longer than I care to admit. But as I was wandering aisles with my two youngest kids and then later as I was filling the pantry and fridge with food, I felt like a real mom.
I know I AM a mom. Everyday, I'm a mom. But there are certain things I do that make me feel more motherly, I suppose. Oddly enough, that list doesn't include wiping Brookehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00899790997565760069noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5854141507135171163.post-92129359337229554302013-05-02T14:14:00.002-06:002013-05-02T14:14:38.603-06:00Beautiful ThingsThe Princess is obsessed with all things beautiful. If something is sparkly or shiny or one of her favorite colors then she must have it, or at least tell someone about it. She points out all of the beautiful things she finds each day. Under normal circumstances I would be concerned about a person described in that way. I would worry that such a person was superficial.
But I'm not worried Brookehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00899790997565760069noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5854141507135171163.post-4226243471244480152013-04-30T19:32:00.002-06:002013-04-30T19:32:32.749-06:00Don't Make Me SickI don't do vomit. Barf. Puke. Up chuck.....whatever you call it, I don't do it.
I avoid it at all costs. I have even been known to lock myself in my room while my poor husband is forced to comfort and clean up after sick children.
Don't get me wrong, if I'm the only one here...I take care of the sick children. Keeping them clean and hydrated. But I reeeeallly struggle with it. A lot. It has Brookehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00899790997565760069noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5854141507135171163.post-87079670217820163602013-04-08T21:11:00.003-06:002013-04-08T21:16:14.641-06:00Dolce and What Did You Say?My parents live at the mall. Not in a " wow, you really have a shopping problem" sort of way. But literally. Like in a "if they fall down four floors, they'll be in J. Crew" sort of way.
So we find ourselves in the mall often. We know a lot about this particular mall. For instance, there's a restaurant on the 2nd floor of Nordstrom. Just like several other Nordstrom stores across the Brookehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00899790997565760069noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5854141507135171163.post-80276782119273114772013-04-07T12:18:00.000-06:002013-04-07T12:18:43.370-06:00A Numbers GameOlyut doesn't like math. The way he reacts to math homework each night, you'd think we were water boarding him or something. Lots of yelling and screaming and flinging himself on the floor. It's a nightmare. For him AND me. I think it's made me hate math more than I did when I was in school. If that's possible.
So it bugs me when Olyut starts with his math questions.
He'll say, "Mom, what's 2+2Brookehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00899790997565760069noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5854141507135171163.post-61034772337557619742013-03-27T15:14:00.001-06:002013-03-27T15:14:47.838-06:00A Year LaterWow. It's been an entire year since I posted here. Ridiculous.
While there really is no excuse for that, there are a few things this past year that kind of monopolized my attention.....
1. Four days after my last post, I turned 30. This time last year I was pretty weirded out by that. I was preoccupied by the thought of leaving my 20s behind and all that I had failed to accomplish. BUT myBrookehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00899790997565760069noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5854141507135171163.post-28988510299166039962012-03-26T23:03:00.000-06:002012-03-26T23:03:07.856-06:00Bears, Beets.....Well, bears anyway.
As I was driving home from visiting my mom earlier, I was quizzed by Olyut.
"Who would win in a fight? A polar bear or a grizzly bear?", he asked.
I replied, "I don't Olyut. What do you think? Who would win?"
"NO! It doesn't work like that....you have to pick one".
"Fine. Um, a polar bear? The polar bear would win."
"Wrong. The grizzlyBrookehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00899790997565760069noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5854141507135171163.post-20254322689320552472012-03-09T22:28:00.002-07:002012-03-09T22:28:47.529-07:00Banjo Hero?One December morning, right after getting Olyut off to school, I sat down to feed my baby when my phone started to ring. I picked it up to see who was calling. When I saw that it was Olyut's school, a million thoughts ran through my mind.....he's being bullied again, he forgot his lunch, he fell on the playground, he's sick and I'm going to have to pick him up. Nothing could have possibly Brookehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00899790997565760069noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5854141507135171163.post-25600699172316688312012-03-06T21:29:00.001-07:002012-03-06T21:33:14.000-07:00The More Things Change, the More They Stay the SameI had a hard time sleeping last night. The air was full of anxious worry that I would somehow miss hearing my alarm clock. If I missed my early wake up call I would certainly ruin the entire day, and quite possibly the coming weeks and months.
The night was full of tossing and turning, great anticipation, and sideways glances as the minutes ticked by ever so slowly.
11:45
12:Brookehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00899790997565760069noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5854141507135171163.post-3249481625782051932012-03-05T17:40:00.002-07:002012-03-05T17:40:33.740-07:00Can I Play With the iPad?The Princess likes to get up early in the morning. Really early. But since daddy doesn't have to leave for work until Olyut leaves for school, we like to sleep in a little.
"But it's a little bit lighty out, that means its day time", she'll say when we try to send her back to bed.
We want it to be more than a little lighty out when we get up, so daddy came up with a brilliant idea. He changed Brookehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00899790997565760069noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5854141507135171163.post-12951237112451821992012-02-23T22:19:00.001-07:002012-02-23T22:19:38.576-07:00Carpool FunIt doesn't matter that it's only a couple times a week anymore, Olyut still asks me to ride in the front seat whenever it's my turn to pick up the carpool. Usually I say no...."it's better for you to ride in the back, the safest place for you is in your car seat, plus it's the law" and so on. But every now and then he catches me in a justifying sort of mood....."we're only a few blocks from homeBrookehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00899790997565760069noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5854141507135171163.post-76254073808298743052012-02-15T14:26:00.001-07:002012-02-21T20:51:16.275-07:00OlyutWhen she was first learning to talk, the Princess called her brother Olyut. It still comes out that way most of the time, no matter what she might try to tell you now. It especially sounds that like that when she is angry. But this isn't about her. This is about Olyut. Olyut is our only son. He is six years old. He is wild and crazy and boisterous. He is also sweet and caring and tender. He is Brookehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00899790997565760069noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5854141507135171163.post-56713089629515592442012-02-13T09:43:00.000-07:002012-02-13T10:25:19.307-07:00Weekend FunAfter occupational therapy on Saturday morning, we stopped to visit my parents. We decided it would be fun to walk over to The Lion House Pantry for lunch with the kids since they had never been there before. The kids each got the chicken tenders with mashed potatoes and green beans. The Princess ate about as much as she ever eats. Olyut ate almost all of his food, minus his green beans, PLUS Brookehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00899790997565760069noreply@blogger.com2