Dear Jax

Dear Jax,

You are pushing 5 now. I haven't written in so long. Life, work, Instagram, they all took over my blogs to you. 

But this morning, when I came home to you resting so peacefully on the couch after you waddled your way up the stairs with your bedding (still wearing Daddy's underwear over your pajamas), my heart literally stopped and I had a moment.

I mean, how precious are you. 

You are wild and free like a roaming buffalo. You beat to your own drum and literally sing just because you are so dang happy. 

You can get mad too, don't get me wrong. Like every time we tell you no. But your outbursts are super short-lived, because-much like your Daddy-you don't seem to hold a grudge.

Most of the time though, we are just entertained by you. Your music choices (Chris Ledeoux, Chris Stapleton, Johnny cash to name a few) are a good indicator of your old soul. Your imagination soars as you drag out tractors, trucks, cars and legos. And frankly, I wanna just keep you this age for ever and step on legos for all the days. 

Here's to you, wild man Jax. Thanks for keeping us on our toes. I can't wait to see what today brings. 

 

 

Time passes on

So here we are again...Time passing on. This blog has been on my mind the last several months as I quietly wonder if I will ever update it again and guilt myself for not having the online baby book for my children updated. Let's see...Jax is basically a 60 year old man in a 4 year old body. And T...well she's basically a 15 year old in an 8 year old body. So we'll start there. Here's to future updating happening soon. :)

Dear Jax

Dear Jax,

You are currently 3.5. You can't wait to turn 4, but I wish you'd stay 3 forever. You are so much fun. You love to wake up and whisper "it's morning time, Mama!" You quickly follow it by snuggling for about three seconds. You spend your days being wild and fun and we love every second of it. 

You are so funny, and your stories are the greatest. You often tell us about your hunting stories-to include shooting alligators and other odd creatures. You love following around Daddy and wearing your boots just like him. You love your sister but you are finally able to beat her up so we often have to intervene.

Nugget, we love you so much. I wish you'd stay little forever. 

Love,

Mama 

Dear Tatum

Dear Tatum,

You are currently 7.5 years old. You love to read, color, draw, and play with your brother. Your heart has an extra special love for horses. You think sports are ok, but truly horses and art are your passions. You love telling silly jokes-often bringing home books of jokes from the library to memorize. 

You love your Daddy to infinity, and I can usually find you curled up next to him just watching what he does. 

You truly love school, and you thrive there big time. Your brain is wild, and we are so proud of you. 

Thank you for filling our lives with so much joy. 

Love, 

Mama 

Dear Nuggets

Dear Nuggets, 

I spent hours this morning looking at old photos of you, watching old videos of you, and reminiscing on the days that have passed. 

Grateful and blessed are two words that come to mind when I think of our time with you. 

Your hearts are filled with love, kindness and happiness. Your spirits are filled with freedom and energy. You are both so loved, I can only hope someday you truly know. 

Thanks for being ours, forever. 

Welcome 2016

Welcome, 2016. We are excited to have you. A new year, a fresh start, and big dreams and goals. Now that's a lot of excitement. 

We have been bringing in our new year with sledding, hiking, snow angels, and snow ice cream. And it's been delightful. 

Nuggets are working hard in school and playing hard at home. 

Welcome, 2016. We are excited to see what you can bring to the table. 

Christmas Tree Hunting

Today we bundled up, drive way up north in the frosty cold, and grabbed our saw and tag for our annual Christmas tree hunt. The nuggets were so excited, acting amok while waiting in anticipation. We found the perfect tree and tagged it. Oh happy day, Christmas time is coming.