Day #5 ~ 30 Day’s of Biking

April 5th, 2013

Suck it up Buttercup!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Yes it’s snowing in April, mama doesn’t care…get on your damn bike and ride.

It’s called commitment.

Day #4 ~ 30 Days of Biking

April 5th, 2013

“This is the ONLY time you should ever be sitting on a railroad track! Got it?”

Said me with my camera.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Happy 13!

April 4th, 2013

Dear CT,

On April 4th, 2000 at 1:50 am my world changed forever. YOU showed up.

How could that possibly have been 13 years ago?

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Where once you were so tiny you fit between my chin and my lap and now you almost hover over me.

How fun it is to watch you grow and struggle and succeed and make your way through a world that is so different, yet so the same, as the one I grew up in.

You are a joyous, kind, athletically nimble kid who loves to do just about anything, although at your true core you can find a bit of lazy mixed in just for the fun of it.

How lucky I am to be able to walk this journey with you.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Thank you for making being a mom so wonderful and frightening and everything in-between.

I love you kid…welcome to being a teenager.

Happy 13th Birthday!

Love,

Mom

Day #3 ~30 Days of Biking

April 4th, 2013

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Day #3 brought us to my very favorite place on the Cedar Lake Trail!

Day#2 ~ 30 Days of Biking

April 3rd, 2013

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

So big but so small

April 3rd, 2013

I have never been a big co-sleeper with my kids. In fact, I might be the anti-co-sleeper.

The thought of them invading my space and disrupting what little sleep I was getting, when they were little, just made my head spin. Then, the thought of undoing the habit of co-sleeping seemed even worse, let alone thinking of a 12 year old boy in my bed seemed just like nothing I wanted to be part of.

All that said, there are moments…

Moments like last night, when KP came upstairs to tell me he can’t sleep and he thinks there are ants in his bed. I pull myself up half asleep and walk to his room, no ants.

I tuck him in, kiss him again and bid him a good night.

At 2:15 he reemerges and says, I can’t sleep, can I sleep with you?

In my fog I welcome him in with both arms, full well knowing the ants got to his psyche and that my baby doesn’t often ask for such things. Through the remaining slumber I kept waking and knowing, this was precious time. These requests come so few and far between at this age and I know he will go back to his bed tomorrow.

But tonight, come here little boy, let mom wipe away the ants and hold you and keep you safe.

 

30 Days of Biking with my little but mighty

April 2nd, 2013

PJ and I decided we would take up the 30 Days of Biking pledge. What does that mean you ask for those to lazy to hit the link. It means we will get on our bikes (together mind you) for 30 solid days. Everyday in April we will hop on. We don’t have to go far, we just have to do it.

Day #1

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Today we learned that tomorrow we will dress warmer!

 

One year later…

April 1st, 2013

Ohhhhh and Happy Easter!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The kids have grown (some much I think CT has turned into a man), life has been a whirl wind (I can’t tell you how many times I have recently uttered, I am so glad I am not training for an Ironman this year) and my hope is to take it down a notch (literally have a moment to breath deeply) and find a little more time to jot our life’s adventures back down.

I guess we will just have to wait and see.

Easter and…

April 16th, 2012

How on earth did these kids get so big?

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

This photo says it all to me.

CT in control.

PJ with the side-ways smirk.

KP…doing what he does.

I should be concerned…

April 7th, 2012

and in fact, I am, slightly.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

As he pulls the knife out he looks over at me, just wondering if I will say anything.

I don’t.

I grab my camera, cause either way, it’s a good shot.