Garage Sale

Garage Sale anyone? We had to take a picture of all the junk we just unloaded from our house ... The amazing thing, you can't even tell we cleaned house. There are still plenty of "treasures" that fill every nook and cranny of our home!


Larkin was such a great helper! We put her in a little sweater and she spent the day outside wheeling and dealing with Scot and I. We had such a fun time and made a little cash to boot!


(How funny is that pokey top on Larkin's little sweater hood!)

Ode to the MoMmY ...

So this is my new life. You would think I would have adjusted to the sleepless nights, the lack of personal time, the heart melting smiles, the glass shattering screams, the extra time EVERYTHING takes, the spit up, the loads and loads of laundry, the tiny feet, the baby talk, the smell of baby lotion, the challenge of getting anything done without interruption, the smell of poopy diapers, the huge new and improved "purse", the tiny ears, the bright blue eyes, the fact that every morning she is bigger and different in a million ways. Maybe the point is that you never really adjust. It's good and bad, crazy and magical, wonderful and terrifying all at the same time.

So here it is- Ode to the mommy ... who trades a shower to comfort her screaming baby.
Ode to the mommy ... who clips her baby's toenails even though her toenail polish is chipped.
Ode to the mommy ... who can't leave the house without the diapers, a bottle, a change of clothes, the stroller, sunscreen, wipes, blankets, hand sanitizer, and the camera, but forgets her sunglasses.


Ode to the mommy ... who wakes up her baby up to play in the middle of the night even though they both should be dreaming of unicorns or puppies.
Ode to the mommy ... who reads and sings and plays and laughs even if she is running a 104 fever.


Ode to the mommy ... who thinks her baby is beautiful, even covered in goop and barf and poop and what is left of lunch.
Ode to the mommy ... who would give anything for ten more minutes of sleep, but stares lovingly at her baby as she sleeps.


Ode to the mommy ... who showed me what it means to be the best mommy I can every day.

It isn't a glamourous life, but it is my new life and I wouldn't change it for anything. Am I adjusting? ... who really knows. Maybe. Maybe not. It depends on the day and how much barf I've cleaned up that day I think ...

Timber!

The latest damage and destruction at our house ... Oh yes it was a tree that fell on Taylor's car and hung out on the power lines during our latest spring storm.

The tree literally rotted away from the roots and toppled over into our yard. It shook my whole house and freaked me out, but don't you worry, Larkin slept right through the whole thing. We called the power company and got everything cleaned up with only minimal damage ... it's always something right!?!

Shoots of Green

I love Spring time. I love everything about it. I love the warm sun after the freezing cold of Utah snow. I love all the bright colors after the monochromatic whites and grays of winter. I love the determination of all the living things that have been sitting dormant for months and are now willing to risk it all to grow again and try to thrive.

I have been thinking about spring time this week. I am going to take a lesson from all the little shoots of green I see around me and allow myself to wake up and start growing again. I am tired of sitting dormant and tired. I'm ready to thrive and grow and change and show my true colors ... get ready world ... here I come! Bright and Bold and Wild and Quiet and Complicated and Strong!

Easter Came Early!

Easter came early this year for the Rice family ... we headed up to Bren & Dave's for the weekend and donned bunny ears and dyed eggs and laughed and talked and ate WAY too much! We had a great time! How funny is Larkin in those gigantic bunny ears?

Who Invented the Sticky Note?

So ... I have been working hard this week to get things ready for a relaxing weekend away at Bren and Dave's house. It has been a nightmare to try and get all the laundry done so Larkin can have double of everything I think she will need (she barfs through an average of four outfits a day and two a night). I have been packing and cleaning and shopping and feeding and cleaning and packing ... you get the idea. You would think that as type A as I am I would have had this pulled together last Saturday, but somehow having a baby in my house has foiled all my best laid plans.
Last night I had a little bit of a melt down, and my sweet husband stopped me mid-rant and took me down stairs so he could help get some of the food stuff together, and then I was free to continue my ranting ... well I woke up this morning to this ...

Every sticky note has sweet little things that I do or things Scot seems to like and love about me. Okay, I'm back to packing again and I am definitely in a better mood! How could you not be right!?!

Do Blondes Really Have More Fun?

before ...

and after ...

I did this a little while ago, but finally got around to posting the photos of my before and after ... I'm still not sure that I really LOVE love LOVE it, but it should be fun for spring/summer. I am determined to find out if blondes really do have more fun!