Road Trip

September 3, 2015 – Rainy, 50°, Sunrise 6:58 a.m., Sunset 8:56 p.m.

My recent road trip to Homer with my mom was everything a road trip should be. We had no agenda, other than to make it to Homer. We packed up the boys, the puppy, lots of snacks and hoped for the best. Homer is located about 200 miles south of Anchorage, on the Kenai Peninsula. It’s known as “The End of the Road” and the “Halibut Fishing Capital of the World”. It’s a small fishing town/charming tourist trap with the most incredible views; pretty much everyone I’ve ever talked to in Alaska loves Homer!

Normally it’s around a 4.5  hour drive. I knew with the boys we would take our time and make stops to stretch and break up the trip. We ended up taking 7 hours!! But it was great. Our first stop was at a wood carving art gallery just south of Anchorage, along the Seward Highway. They have the most incredible chain saw carvings outside, and the gallery itself is an amazing log cabin lodge. To J’s disappointment there was no actual chainsawing when we stopped, but he still liked the carvings. He hugged a bear that was just his size!

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After the art gallery we continued south, splitting off at the Sterling Highway. I love driving in Alaska because directions are so incredibly easy (not to mention the breathtaking views!): south on the Seward Highway, take a right on the Stirling Highway to Homer. There were literally 2 turns from when we got on to the highway, to when we pulled into the hotel parking lot. Just after we crossed over the Kenai River we pulled off for a snack break. I figured it would be 15-20 minutes, but that quickly turned into 45 because the boys were loving running and being by the water so much. The Kenai is the most amazing blue-green color!

Taking our time at the Kenai, I realized we wouldn’t make it to Homer in time for dinner, so we’d have to stop in Soldotna; it’s pretty much the only place between the two. Just north of Soldotna we hit a road trip jackpot! I have been wanting a set of caribou antlers for a while. They’re rustic, but have a beautiful shape, and I have a perfect spot to hang them – if not in Alaska, then when!? We spotted it right on the side of the highway, Alaska Horn & Antler. Just a guy with a huge shed of antlers, and a yard full of different rocks. He was sanding down a woolly mammoth tusk when we pulled up. Off to the side he had some homemade automatic saw that was working on a piece of fossilized something. Lots of loud banging and clunking, at some point something went wrong with it and he came running out to shut if off. It was really just a bunch of 2x4s, a motor and giant saw blade – J was fascinated and terrified at the same time! Mom took the boys to poke through the rocks (and keep them away from the saw!), while I dug in the pile of antlers. Originally I had imagined having a set, but I was able to find a single antler that was not too big, a beautiful shape and the right price! I was so excited!

 

We stopped in Soldotna for some pizza, then made the final push to Homer. The boys were getting tired (Mocha did great – didn’t hear a peep out of him the whole ride!), but thankfully they fell asleep for most of the last leg. I wasn’t planning on getting to Homer quite so late, but driving into the evening did give us some beautiful views as the sun set!

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I had looked up a few things to see and do around the area, but what I wanted most was to hang out on the beach and take in the views. After a surprisingly decent night sleep we headed to Bishops Beach; it was breezy, but thankfully the sun was out making it just warm enough to hang by the water. The boys LOVED it!

We played for a long time, just digging, running and enjoying the sound of the waves. It did start to get chilly after an hour or so, so we headed just up the street to a bakery I had heard good things about, Two Sisters. Yum!! I splurged and got a mocha, the chocolate bread and a raspberry danish. The best part though, might have been the gravel yard in the back. I got to drink my coffee and eat my pastries in total peace!

Our last adventure of the day was checking out The Spit. We had delicious Halibut for lunch, because what else would you have? And then took the Creatures of the Docks tour, looking at sea anemones, starfish, shrimp and other little creatures living on the actual docks and buoys. Mom ended up being our designated “looker” because J got spooked by being close to the edge. I actually switched him into the Ergo, then just carried N. Once in the Ergo J calmed down and enjoyed being around all the big boats.

We packed a lot in to 24 hours. Next time I would definitely plan for 2 nights, but I’m so glad we made it work with the one night we had!

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Springtime for Elliott and Caroline

Is anyone else humming along to that mildly inappropriate song from The Producers? No? Check this out and then come back.

Anyway, as mentioned months ago here, having this space to “scrapbook” my life is so essential. When I last left off, we were basking in fall finally enjoying cooler temps and easy family outings just the three of us. A winter update would inevitably be next. But Winter in Texas is such a brief time. It does get chilly here and there, but really its more like a brisk fall day followed by a burst of warm sun. And let’s be honest, most of our “Winter” was preparing for a baby. Not much to photograph there.

So that brings us to spring. When I found out I was expecting a February baby, I was thrilled because I knew that those early months would be spent enjoying my favorite season here in Texas, Spring! By the end of February into March the warmer days begin to outnumber the cool days. With a newborn in the house this meant more opportunities to gather a breath of fresh air, even if to just sit in our backyard. Our pace was slow, awkward at times, but we also knew giving ourselves the space to stretch, run, and play was vital to our mental health at this transitional time. I’m shocked, looking back, at home much we were able to handle in those two moments. In my memory, I was simply in survival mode from one moment to the next. And this was true. But I see while surviving, we were actually thriving.

Thus, without further ado, let me bring to you March and April, the best of the springtime months. Just pictures today. Black and white pictures actually, because that is the feel that was calling me today. The simplicity of the black and white pictures was exactly the sentiment I wanted to remember from this time. Simple. Survival. Together.

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Risk vs Danger

July 21, 2015 – Partly Cloudy, 65°, Sunrise 5:06 a.m., Sunset 11:05 p.m.

We are still in the beginning stages, really, of raising our boys – and it does feel like boys now – not just J and a baby. Every day there is dirt, noise, crashing, jumping, thumping, eating, and more eating. Any truck that goes by is a reason to rush to the window. J looks up to M and wants to copy everything Papa does, and N wants to copy everything big brother does. There’s more energy than can be contained within the walls of our house, and I am so grateful for the great outdoors to wear these boys out in!

It’s neat to see their relationship growing. There is sharing now, and fighting, playing and picking on. They’re steeling my nerves already for the adventures and mishaps to come; J took a tumble over the front of his bike riding down a hill, and came up with a huge bloody nose (but thankfully no other injuries) and N pushed over the baby gate on the deck, basically sledding down the staircase and breaking his fall with his head and nose on the stoop below (again, bloody nose and forehead, but thankfully nothing worse!).

As they are growing and starting to push the boundaries, I’ve been reflecting on risk vs. danger. There have been articles circulating lately about the subject, and highlighting the difference between the two: risk being something that a child can recognize for themselves and make a good decision about when and how to participate, danger being something that a child may not identify as a threat and it doesn’t pose any opportunity for learning. One of the reasons that we love Alaska, is that lessons on this are very natural. Being outdoors, learning how to hike and run and bike, creates perfect opportunities to teach the boys these lessons; choosing to climb the steeper hill=risk, bears=danger! Watching J ride down his bike down the hill, I watched him assess the risk. He had ridden 5 or so times safely, but went a little further up each time. The last time was more than he could handle, and he paid the price. As a mama who wants to keep anything from hurting her children ever, I wanted to stop him…but at the same time I want him to learn what he can handle, and that means there will be natural consequences.

I see this balance in M, and it’s one of the many things I love about him. He has an incredible sense of adventure, is willing to try just about anything, and I know I can trust his judgement. He knows what’s worth it, and when to walk away. I want our boys to learn that, to be able to trust their judgement. While that might create some white-knuckle moments right now, I hope it pays off in the long run and sets them up for a life of choosing adventures wisely!

(But learning from my brothers, I know my mama-white-knuckle moments won’t end just because the boys grow up! Greek cliff jumping anyone?)

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Seasons

IMG_0317Ecclesiastes 3:1

“To everything there is a season, and a time for every purpose under heaven.”

Turn, turn, turn. Often in parenthood you use the term “seasons” to describe the stages with a child, usually as a coping mechanism to make it through the rough phases. If I were to continue to write the rest of Ecclesiastes 3 for a parent, I might say “a time for laughs, and time for tantrums; a time for obedience, a time for defiance; a time for sleep, a time to not; a time to eat vegetables, a time to only eat cheerios.” And on, and on, and on.

We cling to this expectation in the way we come to anticipate the changing season of our year.  Just when you have had enough of one extreme or the other, that first fall leaf drops and the chill whips through the air. The smell of the first fire and a fleck of snow decorates the window. Little light green pops up on the naked trees. The sun lingers a little bit longer each night and sunscreen and chlorine and barbecues become familiar smells. Ahh…we made it, you sigh. It’s time. Another year, another season. Turn, turn, turn.

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But there is more to that verse, a part I had not remembered, but need to right now.

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“He has made everything suitable for its time; moreover he has put a sense of past and future into their minds, yet they cannot find out what God has done from the beginning to the end. I know that there is nothing better for them than to be happy and enjoy themselves as long as they live; moreover, it is God’s gift that all should eat and drink and take pleasure in all their toil.”

There is NOTHING better for them than to be happy and enjoy themselves as long as they live.

Yes. I needed to hear this. My season right now is all over the place. The “seasons” in our house change rapidly, leaving me spent at the end of the day hardly remembering one moment to the next. This past year was very much like that. I remember being pregnant, exhausted, broken. But what doesn’t stand out were all the smiles, laughs, adventures, and re-connections. My memory keeping these days is limited to the internet, and over the last couple of years primarily through this blog. Yet, this year, I lagged WAY behind. I want to move on.  There are many more adventures ahead. But I found before I did that, I needed to remember this year.  I want to see myself happy, for isn’t that God’s gift?

I waded through countless images this afternoon (thanks to my 5 o’clock hero who sent me out of the house on my own) rediscovering so many fun memories over each season. So over the next week (finger crossed emoji), I will be sharing the seasons of the last year along with some adventures and celebrations.  I am giving everything a purpose. Putting a sense of “past” in my head so I can make room for the “future.” Because there will certainly be many more seasons of eating and drinking and taking pleasure in ALL of my work. Amen for that.IMG_0314

Happy Birthday

April 19, 2015 – 42°, We’re expecting snow tomorrow! Sunrise 6:23 a.m., Sunset 9:35 p.m.

I’m writing this on Sunday night, sweet N, as you and I are hopping a red-eye to Denver on your birthday (you’re coming along to crash siblings weekend with my brothers – can’t wait!) and I don’t want to miss your big day! As I’m writing, I’m reflecting on a year ago. J and I were preparing to cheer on Papa, from home, as he ran the Boston Marathon on Monday; you weren’t due for another 2.5 weeks. However…you had other plans! 

Happy 1st birthday N!! When we were ready to grow our family, we were excited to meet you, but we couldn’t have imagined how much joy and love you would bring to our family. You are so full of laughter and love. You roll with the punches (sometimes literally) of being the second born, and yet you are carving out your very own, unique space too. You have a cackle/chortle for a laugh and it cracks me up every time. You are affectionate. When you want to give a kiss you are not shy, and full on grab whomever by the face and plant one smack on their lips. You have an absolute fascination with eyes and noses, and I have to keep your fingernails very short – but you’ve still managed to give both Papa and I bloody noses. You are drawn to electrical outlets like, well, electricity. You are finding your voice, and it is loud; there is no question when you want something, you let it be known! Your most recent accomplishment is going down the stairs; you are so proud and stop on every step to clap for yourself. You pull up and cruise around all the furniture, but seem very happy to just continue to crawl. For the sake of summertime and being outdoors, I hope you learn to walk in the near future. Maybe you’ll eat less rocks and wood chips if your hands are not in direct contact with the ground (probably not!) You eat more than J at most meals, and use that voice of yours to alert me when your tray is empty, and wildly sign “more!”. You love to explore; indoors, outdoors, doesn’t matter – you’re on the move and into something.  The list goes on and on… We adore, and are so in love with you! It has been an amazing first year getting to know you!

Queue the flashback photos…

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And because I can’t help myself…