Spring Break 2011

March 31, 2011

I love Spring Break. Actually, I love any break from the normal routine. Mike and I were out of town the Thursday before the break through the Monday of (in MEXICO! Our first kid free vacation! I will eventually do a whole post on that….) so when we came back in town we had no plans or agenda and just let life fall into our laps.



Notice the camera string hanging down. Mike loves my self portraits. Sigh, I miss you beach side cabana bed.


This was “I Missed You So Much” Day! We hung out at home, did laundry, restocked on the fridge, played outside and the kids told me every single detail about Mimi and Poppy’s house. (if you don’t know my kids, they talk… a lot. In a good way, but still, a lot. I CAN’T even begin to imagine where they get that.)

This picture has absolutely nothing to do with this day, I just like it and I forgot to take a picture of Tuesday.


This might have been one of the  best days of Nate’s life. Almost every day since last summer, Nate has asked when the ice cream truck was coming back. The day finally arrived:

Jackson, Joe, Nate and Scott.

When I told Nate the ice cream man was at the park, he started shaking, screaming, and running at the same time.


Don’t judge me for the story that follows.

Scott has adamantly refused to learn to ride his bike. He has a scooter that he loves and sees no point in having to learn how to ride his bike. I decided it was time.

Me: Scott. It is time to learn how to ride your bike.

Scott: No. That’s ok.

Me: Listen, you are 5 1/2. If you don’t know how, it is going to start getting embarassing. What if a friend invites you over and wants to ride bikes and you don’t know how?

Scott: I’ll just bring my scooter.

Me: I understand that it is hard to try something new, but I don’t want you to be embarrassed by being the only kid your age that doesn’t ride a bike.

Scott: I’m not embarrassed.

Me: I’ll give you $20.

Scott: Ummm, no.

Me: (think like Scott, think like Scott) Ok. I’ll make you a deal. If you learn to ride your bike, you can have a movie night.

Scott: Huh. Can it be a Scooby Doo?

Me: Yes.

Scott: So, if I go ride my bike right now, you will let me watch a movie?

Me: Well, it’s too late tonight, but if you ride your bike tomorrow, then tomorrow night you can watch a movie. BUT you have to really ride it. You have to ride it all the way to the park and back with out help from me.

Scott: It’s a deal.

Scott woke up Thursday morning said “I’m ready!”. With in 30 mins we were on our way to the park. He got to the end of our street, turned around and yelled, “So does this equal a Scooby Doo or what?!”

Now, he loves riding his bike and says he will never ride his scooter again. I love it when I’m right.


Friday was very exciting. First, we went out for donuts! Scott ate two chocolate long johns. He is 5 1/2 and only weighs 35 lbs. I can’t wait to see what he eats as a teenager.

When the kids spend the night with my parents they always get to go for donuts so they made sure I went to the same place. That I knew how to get there and wanted me to call Poppy to ask him for directions. I think my kids have already figured out that I am directionally challenged.

Then…. The hilight of the day… CAMPBELL! One of my very best friends was in town with the cutest little girl ever. Bethany is a photographer and is also took a bunch of pics but since she hasn’t sent me copies (Bethany, I know you are sitting around eating bon bon’s all day, pull it together) you will have to settle for my mad photography skills. Stop laughing CC Miller Photography.

We got in the car and Scott said, "That baby Campbell really loved me."

This was the, "She tipping! SHE'S TIPPING! I need some help here guys!" picture.

And that is how we partied this Spring Break.


Happy 42nd!

March 24, 2011

I went through about a 10 year phase where I kept thinking my mom was turning 42 (embarrassingly, I was over 13). Finally in college, some one said, “Wow, your mom must have been really young when she had you!” Me : “No, she was 27.” Weird looks followed. That is when it dawned on me I should learn my mom’s actual age.

Today is my beautiful mother’s birthday.

My favorite family pic of all time.

(tell me my sister is not the cutest kid you have ever seen)

My mother has given me so many gifts over my life. As a young child, she gave me unconditional love. I have never once doubted that her love, ever.  When I went to school, she gave me courage. Courage to step out of my comfort zone. To look adults in the eye, to make new friends, to raise my hand. To stand up for myself. As I entered the awkward years, she gave me self confidence. She taught me that I was beautiful and strong. She taught me that I was worthy of the best. As a teenager, she gave me compassion. She taught me that I was not the center of the world. That there are people hurting and that it my responsibility to do what I can to ease that pain. In college she gave me endurance. Leaving home was hard. She tip toed the line perfectly between giving me the reassurance that I can always come home and teaching me that sometimes life is hard and you have to tough it out. In marriage and motherhood, she has given me a combination of strength and respite. I think one of the greatest gifts she has given me is humor. She has taught me to laugh as myself, to laugh at life and to do it loudly.

I have a million hilarious stories about my mom, one of my favorites was when I was 7 or 8 and went out to play with my next door neighbor and had the following converstaion:

Neighbor: Is everything ok with your mom?

Me: Yea, what do you mean?

Neighbor: We could hear her yelling last night all the way from inside your house to inside our house.

Me: OH! She was laughing really hard. She laughs REALLY loud.

Those of you who know her, know exactly what I am talking about!

I wish for her birthday I could get her a gift that would come close to what she has given me.

Eye Contact

March 17, 2011

One of the things I love about getting older is how my views and opinions shape and form to become more mine. I feel like every year I become more and more me. Things I thought to be important and held close slowly begin to change, in a good way. I care less and less about who thinks what about me and more how I think about myself.

As I get older, things also get more real. Friends lose parents. Friends get cancer. Friends lose babies. Friends have babies who have cancer. Friends get divorced. Friends face infertility, job loss, infidelity, and uncertainty about everything they knew to be true. I think these things can either cause you to turn away and be thankful you aren’t that person or face them full on and feel the pain along with them. I would definitely say I have been more of a turn away type person in the past. It is easier that way. It is easier not to ask “how are you” because you might not like the answer. But then it starts getting closer to you. It isn’t just that friend of a friend of a friend. All of the sudden it is your best friend. It is the mom in your mom’s group that has a two year old that has completed chemo. It is the strong beautiful women you know that are raising children while fighting for their lives. I don’t know if I am getting older or cancer is getting much younger. It becomes harder to tsk and say, “That poor family.” I am not perfect, but I have tried to start to face these life altering moments with the people I know head on. To bring dinner, to say a prayer, to hold a hand, to tell a beautiful woman that she is still so beautiful.

Everyone goes through stuff, and when it is my turn, I want people to ask me how I am.

Still In The Game

March 9, 2011

The only reason I am posting today is because of my New Year’s Resolutions.

(I am basically just saying that so you can lower your expectations before you even continue)

(Actually, my kids are pretty cute….)

(So are my friend’s kids)

You know with your first kid how you consciously try to make friends for your kids to play with (or actually you are going crazy so you make some friends that have kids the same age as your kid so you can “let the kids play”). It’s not the same for the second kid. Poor Nate, he only has about two friends that are actually not Scott’s friends that Nate just claims. It is one of those things that I feel bad about, I try to do better, but same motivation isn’t there. This is one of Nate’s good buddies….

Jackson and Nate.

Scott and Mike had a blast snowboarding (if I had any idea how to put a video on my blog, I totally would). Here are my favorite pics they brought back…


The group. Mike, Scott, Easton, and Michael aka Dr. Juicy (he came back with that nickname for reasons that I don't even want to know about.)

PHEW. I am still in the NYR game.

NO Girls Allowed

March 3, 2011

The First Ever Lyon Boy’s Weekend

(minus the littlest boy)

Mike and Scott left on their first boy’s only snowboarding trip last night.

Tough Guys

They have both been counting down the days.

The official airport send off.

I will be forced to have this guy all to myself:

A couple more years little guy

I promised myself that this would be happy, not emotional, but I have to say:

1. Mike, you are amazing. Thank you for loving your boys so much. The memories that you are creating are irreplaceable.

2. Scott, when did you become old enough to go on a trip with out ME! Love you.

(I felt like list form would help me not get to sappy.)

I can’t wait until we have family snowboarding trips. Although I have been informed there will still be yearly boys only trips. To which I sigh and look sad and inwardly begin planning a spa weekend.

PS I really wish I had Mike’s snow boarding bum day pics scanned. I will post them someday. They are awesome.