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Daredevil

July 31, 2012/0 Comments/in Fun, Lucy, Trent, Videos /by Megan

While spending time at the lake has always been fun for our little family, it can sometimes be, well, a bit boring. My parents have a pontoon boat, which is lovely, but slow and with the kids being so little, it’s hard to get them excited about putting around the lake at 2 miles an hour while they overheat in uncomfortable life jackets. Lulu is just now getting to an age where she likes being on the boat (mostly since she can now wear a skiing lifejacket which is lighter and way more comfortable…see here for an example of how uncomfortable it can be), but when it’s so hot outside, as it’s been this year, we pretty much all want to skip the boat all together.

Enter, the newest lake toy, a jet ski! I’m as surprised as you are that my depression era parents sprung for a jet ski, but apparently my sister and her husband are very persuasive (thank goodness for siblings!) and convinced them it would be a good buy and a way to get people out at the lake more often. I was worried Lulu would be scared, since it’s loud and she’d never been on anything like it before…but holy moley, was I wrong. She LOVED IT. When she and Trent first went out, we could hear her laughing all the way from the other side of the lake. When I rode with the two of them (it’s a three seater), all she wanted was to do doughnuts over and over, while flying over our huge wake. She couldn’t get enough!

On their last time out on the water, Trent took our little underwater HD video camera with him and captured some video of the fun. They were going so fast the sound was horrible, but I think you can still tell how much fun they were having. Viva la jet ski!

18(ish) Months

June 26, 2012/1 Comment/in Photos, Tate, Trent, Videos /by Megan

Dear Tate,

Last week you turned 18 months old and we celebrated by injecting you with some chemicals so you don’t get sick. Yay, Science! Tate, I’m totally kidding. Not about the shots, you did have to get them, but my inference that they are not important. Your dad and I are very pro-vaccine and pro-western medicine, so I can only assume you’ll end up being a yogi aromatherapist who smells faintly of patchouli. I promise to love you anyway.

That’s what being a mom is all about, Tate. Loving you even when you do something silly. Like, for instance, pooping in the bathtub. Or clawing at me when you’re angry, leaving crazy scratches all over my body like some little were-baby. Or throwing grapes at my head because you saw your dad do it once (I totally caught that one in my mouth because I rule) and now you think it’s the game we play at dinnertime. While this is a fun game, maybe you could wait for me to sweep up the floor before you start grabbing grapes from the previous meal off the kitchen tile. Or at least wait until your dad leaves the room so I don’t get in trouble for letting you. We need to work as a team, Tate!

At your 18 month checkup, your doctor warned me that fun times were ahead. Soon you’ll be speaking in full sentences and writing equations in Mandarin! Or not. But you will be talking so much more and you’ve already started interacting in ways that were unfathomable only a few months ago. Your vocabulary expands daily, along with your love of your own voice, which is a lethal combination for my ears. Add in your love for anything that crashes, and you’re a screaming, stomping, KA-POWing machine.

Tater, you’re my little Bam Bam. You’re sweet and snuggly and love to play “nite-nite” as long as the game ends with you jumping on the bed. You have known how to say “mama” for months, but you never really said it unless you wanted something. All people you love (me, Lu, Grammy) are “dada.” Your dad, ironically, is not, as his name is “DADDEEEEEEEEE,” a word that can be heard from down the street whenever you spot his face. But this weekend I started clapping like a lunatic seal whenever you’d say “mama,” so that’s now your new parlor trick. “MAMAAAA!” you’ll yell, while clapping wildly for yourself.

Good job, little dude. I’m over here applauding like crazy.

Love,
Mama

10 Years

February 28, 2012/1 Comment/in Happiness, Trent /by Megan

10 years ago today I fussed over my outfit as I got ready for a first date. I worried that I looked stupid and I’d be too nervous to say anything coherent. I worried that he wouldn’t like me, and he’d see through my facade to what I really was.

Truth is, he did. And 10 years, two kids, five moves, two dogs and one marriage later, he’s still here, still seeing the good stuff.

{And the bad stuff, but since we’re celebrating today, I’m going to pretend it doesn’t exist.}

Here’s to being as happy in 10 more years as we are today. Or maybe, to being even happier.

A Roundabout Love Letter

January 11, 2012/2 Comments/in Blond, Fun, Trent /by Megan

{Florence and the Machine Concert at the Midland Kansas City – December 2011}

Did I ever tell you all how I won tickets to see Florence and the Machine back in December? A few weeks prior, the husband had emailed me and asked if I’d want to go see this particular show and I answered, “Um, hell yes” only to find tickets were already sold out. Womp, womp. This was especially sad because the husband never, ever, ever wants to go to live concerts, and the thought that he may actually want to go to one that I was dying to see was fairly awesome. Whatever, sadsies, I moved on.

Then, on the day of the show, a radio DJ who I have a slight girl crush on (and think we are best friends because we met twice at Rock the Vote events back in the day AND she follows me on Twitter…BFFs 4 LIFE!) tweeted that the first people to respond to her would get free tickets. And guess who won?

(If you didn’t guess me, then you are an idiot.)

It was an incredible show. Florence has one of those voices that makes you want to cry, it’s so powerful. At one point Trent said his ears actually hurt, she was so good. Plus, Trent and I hadn’t had a real date night like that in ages, and it made me remember how much I actually like the guy. I know, that sounds mean, but when you share a life and kids with someone, there are times when you can get bogged down in the day to day mundane-ness of existing. This is especially true around the holidays, when every day is a frantic race to get it all done. It’s so easy to forget about the good stuff.

It's not Xmas until someone takes a pic of you with a stuffed bear in a sombrero and sends it to you in their holiday card.

{Good Stuff = Bears in Sombreros}

Dear Husband,

Sometimes you drive me crazy and I disagree with everything that comes out of your mouth. But you’re the only guy I want next to me when I’m being accosted by a bear in a sombrero. Thanks for sticking with me and finding that perfect spot in the crowd so I had the best view of Flo. I love you.

Love,
Your Wife