#rundarenrun

So, there’s this guy … his name is Daren. Some may call him Forrest, but that’s only part of his story.

When I first heard about Daren Wendell, I’m pretty sure he was in the middle of a run somewhere. Sure, lots of folks run. I even run sometimes. I know … hard to believe. But, Daren runs for a purpose; to bring awareness to the world’s water crisis. And for every $40 he is able to capture as a result of his crazy pursuits, he ensures clean drinking water for another human being. For life. For.life. Continue reading

flashback friday

I missed #tbt, or Throwback Thursday for those of you who aren’t hip to the kids’ lingo these days, by about twenty minutes and I don’t think you can be late for hash-tagged events. Right? I mean, then it would be all #laterblog and no one even knows what that means. Right?! Besides, at the time, I wasn’t alert enough to enjoy a walk down memory lane. But now? Because it’s Friday. Because I can’t read another.stinking.email this week. And because I cried in the card aisle at Target earlier, I walk. Continue reading

dear santa: a project

I was pretty worried (and mildly relieved) that last Christmas would also mean our last visit from Santa but oh HO HO HO was I wrong. It actually seemed like his fervor for the gentleman in the old red suit grew this year. Which was fun.

Not long after the tree went up Thanksgiving weekend, Connor wrote a letter to Santa. Pinterest to the rescue for an adorable template that I drew up on a piece of his sketch paper for him to complete. I forgot to note this would be in addition to the list he’d already given me … which was completely different. Of course.  Continue reading

better than expected

Phew. Christmas is over. Is it bad I was looking forward to the day after? Maybe I just needed a good dose of ‘pull up your big girl pants and get through it.’ Because that’s what ultimately happened and you know what? It didn’t suck. Not at all. Continue reading

the look

You know ‘the look’. Or is it the look?

Either way, you know what it is. At a minimum, you’ve seen it from your mom. Yes, that’s exactly the one I’m referring to. It instills fear, yes? I know it did for me. Well, usually my mom would pinch me not long after as well so I knew ‘the look’ was not going to result in anything good at all.

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maddy | class of 2015

I drove to Hastings a couple weeks ago to meet one of my second cousins who is also a senior this year. I don’t know Maddy that well, but my goodness, she’s a sweet, sweet girl.

She also, clearly, has no idea how beautiful she is. Her mom kept teasing her about all of the selfies she takes and how funny it was that she didn’t know how to pose. But we worked through it just fine and I think her photos reflect her gentle, yet joyful spirit. Continue reading

‘what a fun kid. what an excellent kid.’

I have always been a very proud mama. I recall how I felt the first time Connor sat up on his own and when he took his first steps. I remember being proud when he learned how to ride a bike and when he learned how to (really) swing a bat. Well, that time was less about pride than it was about sheer pain from the impact of the bat striking the side of my face shortly thereafter. #dontsittooclosemom

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