Sunday, October 12, 2014

Miss Mia Grace, I Love

Oh, Miss Mia Grace

I love you.

There's so much I want to write about you, 
but all I keep going back to is - I Love You.


Every Wednesday morning, I get to be all alone with you.  
Your brother and sister are off at school and it's just you and me.
Every Wednesday night, daddy and I get to be all alone with you.  
Your brother and sister are off at church and it's just you, me, and daddy.
I cherish our time together and soak in every single second of us being alone (because it doesn't come often), but I can't help but giggle when you constantly spend our alone time asking where Sissy and Bubby are.  You throw your hands up, shrug your shoulder, furrow your brows and ask "Sissy?".  I tell you she's at school or at church and you go through the same motions for Mason - you ask "Bubby?".  I tell you he's at school or at church and then you say "Pick up".  We have this conversation over and over again throughout our Wednesdays together.  
I love it. 
I love our conversation.



I love that you growing bigger and bigger.
You're getting smarter and funnier and ornerier and
...and you're just growing up.
My baby is growing up.


You are at an age where you are very influential.
You are picking up on words and actions so very quickly.
You are smart.  So smart.

Last week, Mason taught you to say "shush up".  While you don't know what that means, you know it's not something nice to say and you like to say it a lot to get a rise out of mommy and to spread laughter to your brother and sister.
...and that laughter - that laughter between you , Mason, and Makayla.
I love it.
I love it so much.
I thank God countless times a day for what the three of you have with each other.


I love you, Mia.
I love your laughter.
I love how your eyes sparkle with JOY...and I love how you smile with your eyes!
I love how you touch my hair when it's wet and ask "shower?" and then gently roughly comb through it with your comb.
I love how you always want me to check for boogas (boogers) in your nose.
I love how you think all of your shoes are so pretty and that you want me to put pretty (blush) on your cheeks so you can look pretty.  You love to be pretty.
I love how you are such a good mommy.  You love to bounce your baby.  You love to feed your baby.  You love to put your baby night-night.  You love to be a mother to your baby, to your pretty baby.
I love how you hug me and cuddle into me.  I love your tiny arms around my neck and I love how you are always leaning in for a kiss.
I love that you've learned that "purple" is a color, so everything is always purple. 
I love how you are so quick to bring Mason his blankie when he's hurt or upset.
I love that you always ask for jelly on your toast.
I love that you still want me (or let me...i'm not sure) to rock you to sleep at night.
I love how you are so genuinely concerned when you hear a baby or child crying.  Your eyes get sad and you repeat over and over again "cry".
I love to watch you dance.  You are the star of our dance parties.
I love that you're talking more and making sentences.  

It's so fun to watch you grow into a little girl.

I'm so thankful for you.
I'm thankful for the love you give me and for all that you've taught me.
I'm thankful for the love, laughter, and joy you bring to our family.
I'm thankful to live this life with you, Mia.

I love you.

Sunday, September 28, 2014

19 More Days

We have a chain.

...A chain to count down the days until October 17th. 

The kids (mainly Makayla) and I colored and dated the strips of paper - 

and each day, we take one off ...getting closer and closer to the big day.

19 more days. 

19 more days until we move from this house to that house.

For weeks we have been talking about the "blue house".
For weeks we have been driving by the "blue house".
For weeks we have been visiting the "blue house".  

We've been picking out our rooms,
deciding where would be a good place to put our piano and the Christmas tree, 
trying to figure out what wall in the basement we would put our 125 gallon fish tank,

deciding what color we would paint that green in the kitchen, 

and rolling around being free in all of the extra space. 

For weeks we have been surrounded in boxes and packing up our things.
For weeks we have been dreaming about the future and what it's going to be like to make the "blue house" our house.
For weeks I have been locking up the memories of our time on North Monroe and forever storing them away in my heart and mind - our first house together, where we started our family, the smell of our home, Makayla's tree, all of the little things I'm going to miss about the North Monroe house and all of the things that make me love it.  It's been good to us and we're definitely going to miss it.

But it's time.
Finally.

For years, we have gone back and forth about selling our home.  There have been more than several homes that we've "loved" and that we've wanted, but it's never really felt "right" and I've always found a way to get out of it - to not move - to move on to a different house or deciding altogether that we're not moving at all.
I would convince myself to be content on North Monroe.
I would convince myself that we could be comfortable in our 3 bedroom 1 bath home.
I would convince myself that we don't need to move...that we have everything we need right here on North Monroe.
And that's true. 

But...

This "blue house" is different.
I feel in my heart that this is right.
This is what we want and this is what we need.
This is what we've been waiting for.
This is a good thing and I didn't want to lose it.

So moving from something good


To something better...

all I can say is, 
we are blessed.

We've worked very hard to get where we are so far and I can't wait until October 17th gets here when we can open the front door to the "blue house" and say Welcome Home! 

P.S.  I know that next year, our new home won't be blue, but it will forever be known as the "blue house" to our family!!

Wednesday, September 17, 2014

BOXES and BIRTHDAYS


It has been over 20 days since I've blogged.
Ugh.
That's not like me!...and there's a little part of me that feels like I'm drowning because of it.
Drowning in a sea of everything that means the most to me - life is going on all around me and I'm scared of forgetting it, scared of losing it.  
Sound strange?
I'm sure it does.
But without me making it a priority to set aside time to sit down and blog, I feel like I lose my perspective on what matters most in life. This blog helps me to not take for granted the little things and to be thankful in all things.  And it helps me to never forget...to never forget the things that I want to hold onto for...ever.  I want to remember how we felt on Mason's first day of preschool, I want to remember how we felt when Makayla lost her first tooth, I want to remember how we felt when Mia joined our family...
I want to remember all those conversations with my babies - the conversations that make me laugh so hard my lips turn numb, or the conversations that tug at my heart so much so that it brings tears to my eyes.
When I can't (or when I don't) document these moments in time - the milestones, the pictures, the conversations - our every day life, I feel like I'm drowning.  I feel lost.
Could I work on that?  Could I work on not feeling that way if I didn't blog?
Of course.
Do I want to?
I don't think so.
The reward of this blog is too great to give up.
What I, and my family, will be able to hold in our hands years down the road is not something I am willing to bring to an end quite yet.

So, with that being said, what's been going on for the past 20 days?

BOXES 
and
BIRTHDAYS!

In the midst of selling our home and buying a new one...

we've been surrounding ourselves with boxes...

and empty shelves...

We've spent the last couple of weeks packing -
Packing up our lives and packing up what's been our home for the last 10 years.
(more on this topic to come in the following weeks)

And in between the days of packing, we've celebrated a few birthdays!

Makayla turned SIX!

Grandma Curry turned SIXTY!


and Mason turned FOUR!

We Mommy and daddy opted out of throwing big birthday parties for the kids this year!

I've said it before and I'll say it again - I don't feel like having or not having birthday parties makes the day any more or less special.
The day is what you make it!


Makayla's birthday was a day for her!  We celebrated her turning SIX years old!
She started her day out with us singing "Happy Birthday" to her over cinnamon rolls,
and ended her day with us singing "Happy Birthday" to her over ice cream cake at Grandma and Grandpa Allen's.
In between, she celebrated with her friends at school with cookies and kool-aid.
We let her pick where she wanted to have her birthday dinner and she chose Olive Garden with Grandma and Grandpa Curry (good choice, baby girl!).  She ate all of her ravioli and the waiter delivered her a special dessert.
Between cinnamon rolls, ice cream cake, dessert at Olive Garden, goodies at school, and opening presents, she had a pretty great day!

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Grandma Curry turned 60 years old and we celebrated her birthday with a wiener roast with family and friends.
I put together a very special gift for grandma that included all of her grand kids (minus gage and reagyn) - "60 Reasons Why We Love Grandma".  It's a gift that came from the heart that she will cherish forever.


60 little tickets with messages of love and appreciation, tucked away in a jar with the hymn "Count Your Blessings" wrapped around the treasure.

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Mason's birthday was a day for HIM! We celebrated him turning FOUR years old!
His day started out with breakfast at Hardees (his choice) and ended with us singing "Happy Birthday" to him over cake with the grandparents.
In between, he celebrated with his friends at school with Spider Man fruit snacks and kool-aid.  
We let him pick where he wanted to have his birthday dinner and he chose McDonalds (big deal to him because surprisingly it's not a place we go to too often)
Between breakfast at Hardees, treats with his friends at school, dinner at McDonalds, cake, and presents, he had a pretty great day!

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life is good 




Wednesday, August 27, 2014

Opening Doors

Since Makayla was 2 (almost 3), she has been going to school.

Her first two years, she attended Mrs. Wright's preschool class at our church.


Last year, she attended Mrs. Sharp's PreK class at Carroll Catholic.

...and this year, she is in Mrs. Gandenberger's kindergarten class!

I am so very thankful for the previous years of school for Makayla.  I'm thankful for the teachers, I'm thankful for the education, I'm thankful for the experience, and I'm thankful for the preparation.  
She and I were both well prepared for the big first day of kindergarten.

I've discovered through the years, that Makayla is not one to tell me what she learned at school.  Every time I ask her, her answer is always "nothing".  So, it came to me as no big surprise when I picked her up from her first day of school today and she told me that she learned nothing...but I couldn't help but smile when on our way home, she was talking to Mason and Mia about a chrysalis (so i'm thinking she did learn something today because i've never used the word chrysalis in my entire life)!

I'm so excited to watch Makayla grow and bloom (even more, if that's possible) over this next year as she spends her time in the kindergarten classroom!!

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While Makayla is busy in kindergarten, Mason is busy in preschool!

Mason started his first school experience at age 3 in Miss Martin's preschool classroom at Carroll Catholic!  He loves it!!!  He loves going to school.  He loves writing his name, he loves playing at the train table, he loves recess, he loves learning!  He loves to tell me about his morning at school and wishes he could go to school every day.  I love to see the excitement on his face as we walk into the school and I love to see the excitement on his face when we pick him up.  

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And because Mason and Makayla are both in school, this means that one morning a week, there's
Mia and Mommy time.
Mia and I get a few hours one day a week where it's just us.
Me and her.
Nobody else.  
No other voices, no other demands.  

Nothing.

This morning, we washed bikes, played in the back yard, read books, played airplane, fed each other snacks, sat on the big girl potty....

She had my undivided attention.

We loved it!
We're looking forward to next time and are excited to have this as part of our routine...for now.


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The larger the island of knowledge, the longer the shoreline of wonder.  
~Ralph W. Sockman




Me:  Mason, what do you want to be when you grow up?
Mason: A dad.
Me:  That's cool!
Mason:  And a fireman guy.
Me:  Cool!  Makayla, what do you want to be when you grow up?
Makayla:  A babysitter.
Mason:  Well, actually, I want to be a baby when I grow up.  



Sunday, August 17, 2014

Had Kevin Named Our Children

Hello!


Welcome to the crazy, exciting, non-stop, organized chaos that we call Our Life.

Meet Bindi, Derek, and Destiny...

For real.

Had Kevin named our children, we wouldn't have a Makayla, Mason, and Mia...but we would have a Bindi, Derek, and Destiny.

I'm not lying.


 Bindi - after the Crocodile Hunter's daughter.  
i don't know
don't ask
...while I played along in Kevin's name game with him for awhile, I threw Bindi out the window long before Makayla came along.
Makayla Ann is my Makayla and there is no better name for her!



Derek - after some football player (i think)
While I do really like the name Derek, I couldn't put Derek Curry together.  I don't like how the letter sound runs together from the first name to the last.
Derek Curry might be confused for Dera Curry.

While I did consider the name Derek for a teeny tiny bit, one day it just came to me that my son was going to be named Mason.  Mason Allen.

I can't imagine this handsome little boy being named anything other than Mason.
(his middle name, allen, coming from my maiden name)


And then there would be Destiny - because Kevin is convinced that our youngest was conceived in Destin, FL.
 ha.
my goodness.
Not counting the wide eyed stares I gave Kevin, I never did entertain the name Destiny.
While I had a hard time finding a name for our youngest, it wasn't until about a week before her arrival that I knew she was a Mia.  Miss Mia Grace.  Perfect.





So, had Kevin named our children...


Wednesday, August 6, 2014

Enjoy It

photo courtesy of daddy (kevin)

i.love.this.quote.

this is how I want to live life.
this is the mother i want to be.

life is crazy.  it's hectic.  there are deadlines to be met, appointments to make, bills to pay, daily pressures that can weigh us down, blah, blah, blah...

and then when you add motherhood on top of that.
wow.
any mom (or dad) can relate to the demands of motherhood (parenting).

but no matter what happens, amid the blah-blah-blahs and daily pressures of life, i don't want to forget to have fun.

i want to enjoy my family.
i want to create traditions for my kids.
i want to be spontaneous with them.
i want to go on adventures with them.
i want my kids to experience...and to learn...to go places and do things...
i want them to have fun.
i want them to make memories.

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Over the past week, we've been busy having fun.
We've spent time at the county fair
and 
we've spent time at the campground.

Looking back, as a child, the fair and campground hold some of my fondest memories...
and hopefully my kids are on their way of creating their own great memories of being at the fair and going camping.

At the fair, we got to watch mini monster trucks that kids drove and we got to watch horse races.

 We got to ride rides! - and Mason got to ride "grown up" rides this year!  While riding the big fast rides, Makayla throws her arms up in the air and war hoops for the entire ride and Mason sits quietly and every once in awhile squeaks a giggle out.

The Curry kids and their fair faces - 
riding rides and stuffing their faces!

Introducing Mia to a yuuummy cheese on a stick! 

We spent time walking through the barns and feeding the animals at the petting zoo. 

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This is the second summer we've gone camping with the kids and even though it is so much fun to take them camping now, I get really excited thinking about taking them as they get older (and maybe because that just means more relaxing time for mommy).

summer #1

Makayla, Mason, and Mia are blessed enough to have been able to make camping memories with Grandma and Grandpa Allen over the weekend.

Camping, sitting by the fire, telling campfire stories, going fishing, swimming at the beach, riding bikes, going on a scavenger hunt...
fun.
simple.
making memories.

The guys fishing.

Mia fishing. 

Mason looooving the boat ride. 

Makayla fishing...although she says she doesn't like the smell of fish and she doesn't like to touch fish, she wanted to go fishing anyway because she was just curious as to what kind of fish she would catch.

We spent time at the beach - swimming, playing in the sand, and eating ice cream cones.

Attempted to make Jiffy Pop.  My hand almost caught on fire and the popcorn did catch on fire...but it was still good! 

Mia taking her friend, Ethan, for a walk. 

My very favorite thing about camping - sitting around the campfire... 

Mia Grace falling asleep under the stars to the sound of the crackling fire... 

Grandma and Mason -

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I love spending time with my kids, our family, and our friends.
I love remembering to have fun amidst the chaos and pressures of life.
I love making memories and documenting them here on our blog.

I also love hearing what my kids love most about our time spent together.

Mason's favorite part about camping was fishing.  He loved riding in Grandpa's boat.  His favorite part about the fair was riding the scrambler.

Makayla's favorite part about camping was going by the fire and roasting marshmallows.  She also loved riding her bike.  Her favorite part about the fair was riding rides.

*here's to remembering to slow down in life.  enjoy it.  when it rains, go puddle jumping.**