Tuesday, January 20, 2015

Ski-sonal Fun!

Our first full family ski trip was a success. The Fraselator tore up the slopes (well, the bunny hill... with a harness...) and 21-month old Stefan rocked his first time on skis!

Getting ready! God bless the creator of the spacious mini van with collapsible back seats.

Let's do this.

Lowell is typically a snowboarder, but is contemplating entering the skiing world as it would be easier for him visually as well as with the kids. On this particular occasion, however, he taught Stefan the ropes on foot. Lowell, Stefan, and the hoola hoop hung out on the wee training hill while Fraser and I were a little more adventurous. 

Lowell was very impressed that Stefan caught on to the whole balance thing SO fast.
Game face.
It was so windy that we came to a dead stop mid-hill. I'm actually kind of impressed that we didn't get blown back UP the hill...
I'm confident that next time Fraser will attempt the teeny tiny training hill sans harness. So proud!
Daddy cuddle break.
It was rather an exhausting endeavor for us parentals, but totally worth it. Both boys fell asleep about three seconds after getting in the car, and slept the entire way home. Fraser jolted up as we pulled into our driveway and blurted in a partial awake state, "I LOVE SKIING!". Haha... a worthwhile experience indeed.

Sunday, December 14, 2014

Tis the season to be adorable!



Fraser requested "pretend reindeer, lights for our house, and lights for our tree". And Stefan screamed. Santa need not be offended, however, as Stefan is very much in a mama's boy phase. The other day I wasn't home when he woke up from his nap, and he wouldn't let his own (super involved/loved) father get him. Instead he happily sang and chatted by himself in bed for over half an hour until I returned. Kind of an inconvenient stage (but I secretly love it).

Anyhoo, on the way home from meeting Santa (and thereby witnessing Stefan's very brief but very real freak-out), Fraser explained to Stefan very matter of factly that "sometimes Santa is scary and sometimes Santa is nice..." We attempted to reassure both children that Santa never intends to be scary, but because he's a stranger and kind of creepy looking, some kids might not be thrilled to sit on his germ-infested lap. Lowell is now second guessing these Santa lies that I am liberally feeding our children. haha! I'm like, "Welp. Good thing their dad is a psychologist" and then frantically attempt to locate a non-life-sized pretend reindeer for under five bucks.

Plus, Stefan really does love the idea of Santa (and the fact that Santa says "ho ho ho Mas [combo of Merry & Christmas]!"). I promise. He just doesn't love being thrust upon the lap of an obese, super hairy, creepily-curly-bearded strange man in a velvet suit.


Throw some Santa hats on these kids, let them go wild in the snow, and they're simply adorable...

Tuesday, November 25, 2014


Today is Chelsea's birthday!

We are not selfie people, so this 7-month old shot is the most recent of us together... and we are 95% covered with ski equipment.
It is not possible for me to adequately convey how much Chelsea means to me, let alone find a gift that is even remotely meaningful enough. All she requested for her birthday were pictures of MY children (for real… she’s like that). Done. 

But she deserves so much more. Chelsea has been a constant source of encouragement and affirmation for me, and she’s hilarious, you guys. Makes me laugh all. The. Time. And she's gorgeous. Just straight up beautiful. Inside and out. She's the most generous soul you'll ever meet, and she loves fiercely and loyally. I feel so lucky to be on the receiving end of that love. Chels is always amazing, but in the wake of losing baby Colbie, she has been invaluable. She has rallied troops from various random friendship circles to help carry our family through this. She cried and prayed on the phone with me when I found out about Colbie while by myself at the San Antonio airport with an 11-hour solo journey ahead of me. She cleaned our house and stocked our fridge before I got home, she gathered our close girlfriends to clean my parents’ house, she watched our kids, she set up a meal calendar for the family, she coordinated efforts of various people that wanted to help but didn’t know how, and she’s done everything in her power to ease the gut-wrenching pain for my family. She’s like a sister to me, and when I think about how grateful I am for her friendship, I just melt into a puddle of tears. Today I want her to have the happiest birthday EVER. Because I love her, and so does every body else. She’ll want to kill me for posting this (because she’s also far too modest), but too bad… it’s her fault for being so amazing AND having a birthday. Happy birthday, sister friend… you know I love you!

So anyhoo. You want pictures of my kids? You GET pictures of my kids. These were taken specifically for you, Chels...


Oh brothers!
 Thanks for being you, Chels.