seven.

Hey my MK.  Seven years old now huh girlie. That's a big deal I think, where the heck did that come from. I know I know its cliché, but I remember you being a baby, a tiny tiny little girl, so sweet snuggly and cute, I remember you toddling around in those pig tails, and getting your first pair of shoes and your first time on the swings and now, my mk, your a kid. a real big kid. you go to school and are amazing, and I miss you. Our moments together now seem precious. I feel like I get fleeting minutes with you when I'm not telling you to get ready, get dressed, hurry up.... quit hitting your brother, sit down, lets go, and I think as much as it sucks, that's life. I crave a couch snuggle, a lingering bed time hug, an extra kiss when you get home from school all sweaty and smelling like kid.... you are still mine, your still my girl. when you sing in the shower, and dance around booty poppin and giggly your mine, when you want to give things to other people to make them happy, when you try and make people laugh, when you want to be crazy and just let loose, I see me and I'm so thankful. You are so your daddy mk, smart, so smart, crazy school smart and I'm proud of you. you are serious, your a thinker, your shy, your a dork, your so your dad, and I love it. I love seeing what I love in him, in you. your your grandma, sewing gardening recycling reading, your are her. and I love it. watching my mom shine in you makes me excited, she is amazing, so are you. at seven your crazy fun, grown up, missing a tooth (finally) a sponge still always learning more. Your a good kid, you are naughty and crazy but a good girl. you love hard, get your feelings hurt quick, take everything personal, and are full of advice since you know it all, obviously. you are our girl, we are flying through life, seven years since we met you and fell in love, and its getting stronger Mikayla, everyday I love you more. Your party was arts and crafts with a bijillion kids, and as each one walked in the door and you hugged them it made me happy. kids like Jackson who are more family, all the times you guys played together, all the memories bond you guys and its perfection. new friends from school make you extra excited, and I love watching you show yourself to them, cautiously, learning how be accepted, to be wanted and I hope and pray for you to make the friends who like all of you. seeing you with kids like brin and ky who know you inside and out, love you for who you are make me fell relived, like I'm doing something right keeping these friends in your court. I hope this year you become more comfortable of who you are , learn to love the journey of being a girl, making new friends, being okay with out growing old ones, being a brownie and a dancer and a sister and daughter.... you have a lot of shoes to fill chipper. I just want  you to be you, you were beautifully and wonderfully made and you have a lot to give my girl. I couldn't do this with out you mk, you are my little rock and I'm so tankful to have a daughter to love forever, just remember to take it easy on me, I'm still a little scared of you girl. =) happy seven. love you.

five.

Five years of loving this boy. Five years of being amazed at how awesome one little man can be. Five years of falling in love again every time he hugs me, every time he say i love you mommy. Ryan, you rock. You are five, all boy, all crazy, wild, gross man, dork, silly, snuggles, smart, gangster, annoying little brother.... you are awesome. This year at school you have blossomed, love math, not so much reading but its getting easier, made some amazing friends, got kissed by a beautiful blond... dude, its been good. You have had my heart since the minute i met you.... you are my man always. You and your sister fight like CRAZY but snuggle when you have a nightmare, there's hope. You are into big boy stuff, guns, Skylanders, football, hip hop.... I'm trying to keep up, thank goodness you have a rockin daddy to be the man with you. kindergarten is right around the corner, and you are excited! i cant wait to see the next adventure. Your laugh is insane, your giggle can be pure joy or  pure evil like when you shoot me with a water gun and love every second of my screaming. You are a joy to be with, you are a sweet soul, cry when movies are sad, get hurt feelings quick, take care of others when they need you, you will be an amazing man. you are into being silly, and if you can make someone laugh its on. We cant imagine a day with out our ry ry. Cant believe your FIVE!

Your party this year was WILD, fun and full of friends. It makes me so humble to see all the people who came to celebrate YOU. They love you, I love you, Your daddy Loves you, your sister loves you. You are a lucky man. xoxo

Challenge

When I read about this the other day, I felt inspired... here's the whole idea...

"The other day I was having one of those self-pitying IS THIS ALL THERE IS sort of days -- you know, when you feel caught in a bleak Sisyphean loop of wiping up crumbs and making meals, which create more crumbs then wiping up those crumbs? -- and the next morning I randomly took a photo of my 6-year-old when he was still in bed and I thought, Actually, this is EVERYTHING. The messes, the cyclical tasks, the grind and the glory. For the rest of that day, I took photos with my cellphone. One after another, nothing framed, nothing well-lit, just random images documenting my day. When I look back on them now, I see a lot of mundane, totally unexciting activities ... that add up to a comforting wave of pure joy. Look how good it all is.


So here goes nothing......

630 is not my favorite time of day



seems however, that you two are already on the move

 
 


yum. I swear.



packed lunch, water....and last night dishes apparently.

homework, at breakfast...you know, the normal.

he always wants to come in the morning. sad face.

let me take a selfie... and make sure I have no more toothpaste..

 
 
 

 
 

 

waiting for your friend at school drop off.

 

forgotten backpack...HURRY

 

ahhhhh...moms zumba time. happiness.

 
 


 

off to preschool, peace dude.

singing the states song before pickup

 
 


lunch date with my handsome boy.

 

stories.... ahh the little critters, classic. .

 

can you sit. and be quiet please?!

 

 
yum.



waiting for mk...



bored. waiting, hanging out of the roof singing...

beautiful welcome back smile. hot mess, but beautiful.

kickboxing, laundry time... seriously fighting about EVERYTHING!



               hey daddy!                                               multi task- homework, dishes.



I cant even see Ryan, what I know, he's smiling. being beat with a hammer.

 

Mk homework. researching a bird...fun.

remember that yummy dinner, dad ate it. no one else. this is normal. ugh.

 

grown up music on my way to dinner.



blessed mom time out. happy. drinks. food. giggles! grownups!





I wish I could have seen this go down, as it is one of my favorite times. Daddy reading, singing, tucking into bed. the best daddy in the world. two chapters in our book, one in each bed. backs rubbed, songs sung, kisses given. happy babies.


After looking back at all these little things I realized one big serious thing. I am incredibly thankful. I am thankful that you are my babies, and that you are my whole life. Today was an exceptionally normal day ( except me going out to dinner....ummm bonus, and that daddy was not in many pictures.... he worked hard today, not much time for mom and him together. but he was with you a lot.  ) And guess what, even though I complain tirelessly someday about each one of these activites, waking up early, driving in circles, chores, arguing, ect I am so PROUD that your daddy chose to let me to be the one to get to do it all. everyday. all day. and I will continue to remember that I am lucky for each breath I take with you.

 

 That you are the millions of little tiny memories, smiles, snuggles and seconds that make up who I am. You are me, and your Daddy, and you are both incredible. I'm loving every second dudes. 

just a few thoughts.

My Mikayla, blue, sis, lil lady. Momma is just overwhelmed a little bit by you these days, and no...not in a bad way. You are beautiful, can i just say that? Lately, when you get dressed for school, have your hair all brushed, or when your riding down the street on your rockin big bike, you literally take my breath away. You glow, your just so pretty. i know all moms think this about there babies, but it has hit me like a mac truck lately and i know i tell you this a lot, but i wanted to write it down....so you know. another thing, your a frekin genius. school is so easy for you, and i LOVE IT. you are reading like a champ, blowing through your math facts and more importantly, you are excited every.time. you learn something new. you talk about rocks and pilgrims and food groups like they are the coolest things ever and its so fun. you say things that make laugh, you say things that make me cringe, you say things that scare the crap out of me, and you say things that make me sit back and think, good grief I'm proud to know you. my favorite conversation with you the other day, you were asking about your freckles, and i told you the angles kissed you and left a mark, you liked that, and moved on....then later you said hey mom, i bet god has a lot of freckles huh? adorable. you say things about god a lot, about the sunrise, the sunset, the clouds looking like ocean, the way angles are watching us... we don't talk about that stuff a ton around here and you are bigger than that, you do it on your own, i like that you know things i don't always talk about. you do things like bring me and dad breakfast in bed and make the waffles into butterflies and honey into a heart, this makes me think someday girl, you will be an amazing mommy. you are sensitive to the girls at school, what they feel and think about you, you want to be liked, that scares me a little and makes me hope that you work on the important things to be liked for. your teacher when asked about a lower grade on a report card in the behavior section, says she can be bossy.... but i think shes just trying to help, and my response.... yep. that's my mk. grandpa says we need leaders, bosses in this world, you just need to practice how you approach your leadership skills. i think he may be right. i cry thinking about how big your getting, how fast you've become a little lady, less my baby and i miss you being little. i miss you being all mine. you are going to be an amazing big girl, and i'm really excited i get a front road seat to your journey bug. i want you to learn to love your bother in a less obnoxious way, i want you to be besties, i know right now that's rough, hes a little much of a four year old boy, but that's my dream for you and him. I'm hoping when you are older you and him can be family, and friends, i hope your babies are friends, i hope your his wife's friend, i hope your the mom he will always need if im not around. i hope you are amazing when your older as you are now. i hope you know that you are my dreams come true.