Monday, October 20, 2014

Anniversary Surprise






Saturday was our 6th anniversary, and my husband totally got me. It was one of those weeks where I literally didn't step foot out of my house - at all - and didn't even notice until I went out the front door Friday morning to check the mail and I realized it was the first time I'd seen our front yard all week. And I'm sure the mail man loves us because the mailbox was just about as jammed as it could get.

We couldn't find a sitter for a date that weekend, but I decided to make the best of it and get everyone dressed up for a fun family date to celebrate. That is until I realized that Ryan had a rugby game which would prevent us from doing anything and actually making it home by our babies' bedtimes. Which made me a little sour. And then when he came home Friday night and announced that he also had to go into work Saturday morning, the sourness cranked up to about level 12.

Saturday morning Ryan asked if I wanted him to make an anniversary breakfast and I think I snarled "I'm going to the gym since it'll be the only chance I get this week." I went to the gym, then he went to work. When he came back a little while later he had his sister in tow. He'd flown her all the way from Denver for the night!  He'd also made a reservation at the Grand Hotel for the night and our favorite steak place for dinner. #dreamy

It was the first time we've ever done anything like that, and it was so fun! We had the absolute best time and splurged on almost everything. We drank a little too much and talked about our past and our future. Our babies and having more babies - I think I've settled on 10 of them. I felt awful the next morning, the lightweight I am these days, but it was completely worth it.

I married a real gem of a man. Love you, Ryan Chapman!

Thanks, Alycia, for  making the trip!

- K

Thursday, October 16, 2014

Sister Things

Our girls are pretty hilarious these days with this full-fledged sister rivalry they already have going on.  Lyla has perfected the sweet, innocent little hug that somehow ends up around Evie's neck and gets just a little (or sometimes a lot) too tight.  And at just 7 months, Evie has the drama queen card tucked sweetly in her back pocket - and uses it frequently.  Like, every time Lyla comes near.

Whenever I'm sitting with L, Evie crawls right up onto my lap and pats on me, like, "Mom! Here I am!", and if I'm holding Evie then L suddenly gets boo-boo after boo-boo, and just has to be held and kissed after each one.  There's the toy stealing, and the hair pulling, and the squeezing, hitting, and jumping on.  But then there's the moments that are genuinely sweet - a kiss here, and a hug there, and a "mama, can I hold her?" 

It can be frustrating, but mostly it makes me laugh to see them developing their sister relationship so early.  I know it'll only get worse as they get older with the tattling and fighting, but what's a sister if not a little bit of a pain in the ass at times? 

These photos perfectly capture their relationship right now, and I can't stop laughing when I see them.  Mostly because it used to be hard to get a photo that wasn't blurry - now with two, it's pretty much impossible.  Also, I somehow captured about 20 of these, every one just about the same.  Poor Evie sis is just crying her eyes out and apparently I just kept on snapping photos.   I mean, you can't always give in to a drama queen's demands.  ;)

- K



Wednesday, October 15, 2014

Pumpkin Patchin'

Last weekend Ryan and I took a couple days off for a long weekend while my dad, stepmom and sister came to visit.  It was a great weekend, and those two extra days were magical.  We even got to go on a date - sushi (yum) and Gone Girl (yikes).

On Saturday we went to a pumpkin patch / corn maze / fall festival.  Lyla still remembers our trip to the pumpkin patch from last year (I'm pretty sure her brain AND bladder are way stronger than my own) and couldn't wait to go again.  They had so much to do - an exotic (NOT erotic as Ryan had hoped) petting zoo, a corn pit, (which for whatever reason is a total hit with the kiddos - Lyla is still talking about it), pig races, a huge slide, food tents, jump pillows (what are those, exactly?!) and so much more.  Everyone had a complete blast, and as always, the people watching was phenom.  ;)

- K

 
 
 
This face right here means one thing - impending mischief.

 
That corn, I'm telling you, every kid was obsessed with it!
 






The jumping pillows.
 





 
Love these cuties.

 
I don't remember what this guy was, but I think he loved me.


Baby water buffaloes.
 


 
A zebra - donkey mix.  I think they call it a "Zedonkadonk".

 
 
 
These emus are not to be trusted.

Tuesday, September 30, 2014

My Treasure


I do a lot of gushing about this little girl on this blog, but the truth of the matter is that not everything is butterflies and rainbows in the Chapman household with a 2 1/2 year old roaming around.  It must be hard to be a two year old, all those emotions and frustrations running rampant in that little body.  I have my own fair share of meltdowns, and I'm a (mostly) mature adult, so I get it, I really do.  But we're at this stage where she's tall enough and strong enough to do just about anything.  The only thing she can't currently do is unlock our deadbolts, but that's just a matter of time.  Which completely terrifies me.

Most days really are pretty peachy, but when she's naughty, she's really, really naughty.  Those days tend to consist of climbing on counters to raid the chocolate stash, pouring water (or worse) on the floor, throwing balls at TVs, pulling little sister's hair, screaming when I say to be quiet, and doing whatever fifty times more when I say to stop.  And lots and lots of time outs.

On those days when we finally make it to bedtime it feels like I'm dragging myself across some kind of torturous finish line.  After we say our prayers, give our hugs and kisses and turn out the lights, I always have such mixed emotions of relief and regret.  Relief to have a quiet second to myself and regret for the times I lost my patience or yelled that day.  And I frequently wonder if I'm doing any of this right.

Motherhood is so hard at times, especially right now with a strong-willed girl who has lots of opinions on what she wants and doesn't, and is willing to fight for it.  It's hard to put so much time and effort into comforting them, kissing boo boos and making everything alright, and then have to enforce rules, deliver consequences and just all around be the bad guy.  It's hard to make your precious baby cry when all you really want to do is love on them (and for them to behave.  Like, ever.).  

I know that those tears are more for the drama of it than anything and that I'm not actually traumatizing her like I feel like I am.  I also know that disciplining really is loving them because it's the only way for them to learn consequences, how to make good decisions, and to respect their authorities - and just all around not be an a-hole.  But knowing all of that just doesn't make it any easier.  Especially when those hard days start to pile up and you think back to the good ol' baby days filled with laughter and kisses and cuddles, and all you want to do is go back to those carefree times.  Those times before your child would throw a soccer ball at your big screen TV and then look at you, as if to say "Well?  What are you going to do about it?!"

But then, in between all those hard days, you have a day where you pick your little 2 year old up from Sunday school and the teacher reports that when asked who her treasure was, she said "Mom".  (The right answer was Jesus.  We're working on that.)  :)  And then even with the fits and the shouts and the tears and the time outs and the never ending messes, it's all 100 million % worth it.

And now, here I am, back to gushing about that little sweetheart.  ;)

- K

Tuesday, September 23, 2014

Crawling Games

Miss Everly is getting closer and closer to crawling, playing all the little games they do before they're official crawlers.  She's a dedicated little yogi with all the planking and downward-dogging she's doing.  After her stretching and core work, she gets up on all fours and rocks before finally belly flopping and army crawling. 

Oh yeah, and she's saying "mama".  Six months old is the best.  :)

- K







Thursday, September 18, 2014

Family Pics and Aunt Jo's Visit

Auntie Jo came out to visit in early August to help with the girls while I worked and I'm pretty sure it was her favorite trip ever.  Most days looked a lot like this:

6AM: Wake up with L & E, let Jo sleep more.
7AM: Let's not disturb Jo, we don't need to get her up too early...
7:45AM: JO, GET OUT OF BED AND TAKE MY KIDS TO MCDONALDS NOOOOW!!!

No, really that happened.  And I even forgot to give her money, so she also had to buy them breakfast.

On top of that I made her take more family pictures, as usual.  In real life I'm pretty much in zero pictures.  I'm always the one with the camera, and if I do get a picture it's always so posed, never the cute candid ones I love.  So when Jo comes to town I always make her bring her camera and pretty much force her to be our paparazzi.  Here's some of the family photos she took while she was here.  She's so good.

Thanks for all the help, Auntie Jo!  I promise not to kick you out of the house in your pajamas before 8am next time around.  xoxo

- K










Monday, September 8, 2014

A Half Birthday for Everly

Today is Everly's half birthday, which also marks the fastest 6 months of my entire life.  Evie sis just keeps getting better, she's rolling and sitting and scooting, and so so close to crawling.  She's eating solids like a pro, and has the rolls to prove it.  Her little eyes just dance when she smiles, and she has this hearty little giggle that's mostly reserved for her big sis' wild antics.  When she's not giggling at Lyla, she's just staring with pure amazement.  She can't get enough of her big sis or her furry brothers.  She has one little tooth, with another on the way and will pretty much chew on anything.  She's the happiest baby with the fiercest little temper, which I kind of love.  She also loves her mama just as much as Lyla ever did, and I could die every time she sends a giggle my way.

I love watching these girls and their personalities unfold.  I love their similarities and differences and just every little thing about them.  Being a mom is the best.  :)

- K