My little soccer star

Soccer was one of my first loves. We have old home videos of me playing in 2nd and 3rd grade, and I have to admit, I was quite good. I was hard-working and dedicated to being the best defender my team had ever seen. I was also hard-working and dedicated to looking my cutest, since I was the only girl on the team... We have footage of me running up to kick the ball out of the way, and then turning around to flip my hair up and down a few times, just to make sure I was looking stunning for the inevitable praise that was coming.

I have no doubt that Milo was born with all my soccer skills and none of my childhood vanity.

All by myself

Could I just share something funny with you? I was thinking the other day about last year's Outfit of the Day posts, and remembering how fun it was. Today's outfit wasn't half bad, so I thought I'd get a shot or two. But here's what happens when I try to take pictures of myself...

The face of utter puzzlement.

Just in case you wanted to know what I look like with two chins...

For some reason the bathroom door seemed like a great place to take a silly hip-pose photo.

So, from now on, if there's going to be an outfit post, Nate will have to be involved. In other news, I remembered I live in small-town Texas when I saw this giant sign in someone's front yard:

Try to break in to this house again,

We'll blow your head off.

(insert picture of gun)

At least you know where you stand with them, right? Anyway, off to keep up with this little guy, who's currently standing in an empty swimming pool and mooing at Curious George (there are cows involved with this episode). Happy Thursday!

Yes, Milo, you do.



Play time

Sometimes I get concerned about being home with Milo all the time. I mean, I want him to know how to play with other kids. But then I realize that he does just fine.


Milo and I put Lily into the tent and both kids got a kick out of it.

Could these two be any cuter? You're going to have to take my word for how much Elijah and Milo loved this wagon ride since they both look so chill...

I thoroughly NEED one of these wagons. It's all decked out with cupholders and everything!

Well YES, sir

I get a lot of attention when I take Milo and Lily out for a walk. It's not necessarily what I'm going for, considering I'm usually scrubby, sweaty, and red-faced in no time, but people can't help it. If I had one of those nifty double strollers, no one would give us a second glance, but it's the fact that I'm wearing one baby and pushing a toddler in the jog stroller that's so eye-grabbing. And the weirdest thing of all is that it seems to be older men who can't help but gawk...

I was hauling it through a different neighborhood than we usually walk in this morning, and no fewer than three old men (one with a full Santa beard and another with two yippy dogs) all mentioned how I must be getting quite the workout and that I really had my hands full. The kicker was the man who came strolling down his driveway in a wifebeater and jersey shorts, making conversation all the way. "Well my God, girl, looks like you've got your hands full!"

"Yes, sir, I do."

"Well I couldn't do all that. How are you doing that?"

"Well, sir, it's just sheer determination to get out of the house." (insert awkward giggle) "It's not that big a deal."

"My God. I mean, you've got your hands full with those two!"

"Yes, sir."

I continued walking, but he just couldn't stop shouting down the street to me as I left.

"I mean, two babies! I couldn't do all that. Pushing one and toting the other."

"Thanks!" I called over my shoulder, and then he went all out.

"You know what? You's one hell of a woman! Toting that one and pushing the little guy. You's one hell of a woman!"

"Thank you, sir! Have a great morning!"

"One hell of a woman!"

Well, yes, sir, random old man. Yes I am. Thank you for reminding me and letting me remind everyone else. I have no idea how long he kept talking about it after I left. Maybe he was just starved for attention and trying to carry on a conversation with the first person he saw? I'd rather take it as the nicest compliment I've been paid in a while.

Babies become big boys

I can't get enough pictures of my little man, especially because he's growing up so fast! This past week he's had a rough time - bonking his head on the wall, tripping onto a giant lego and scratching up his nose, and pulling an assortment of things off of the table and down on top of himself, all the while cutting a molar. WHEW. Let's just say he's looking more and more like a little boy all the time.

We let Milo watch Curious George for a few minutes before bed last night. There he sat, in between (instead of on) his lion chair and his Scout puppy, very seriously paying attention.

My new favorite picture ever with Nate doing what daddies do best - tickling Milo until he fills up that diaper.

Hair blowing in the wind, face scratched up, eating animal crackers and looking like a big boy.

Yahweh

Alex found this amazing song for me (thank you so much, Alex!!!), and I happened to check out the Kari Jobe version (since I always always love her voice). Just wanted to share in case you needed some encouragement today.

Cinnamon Rolls

There aren't a lot of days that I just want to pat myself on the back and talk about what a good job I've done. But oh boy, today's the day. I ran into a recipe for cinnamon rolls on Pinterest and thought, "Hmmmm, those look good, but the amount of time spent on them couldn't be worth it."

Fast forward to yesterday, when I got a great idea to make a birthday breakfast for Sarah (HAPPY BIRTHDAY LITTLE SIS! YOU'RE ALMOST 30!!!!!) and remembered those rolls. Special occasions call for special meals, right? So I did it. I made cinnamon rolls that look like a photo shoot and taste pretty good, too. Lucky for all of us, I was thoughtful enough to document it.

Pre-frosting rolls (just as yummy without).

With delicious frosting.

Pat pat. Oh, excuse me. Just patting myself on the back again. When you're a stay-at-home mom with a teething baby, you have to commend yourself as often as humanly possible, or you're liable to spend some time rocking and crying in the corner by yourself.

You know, I was thinking the other day how much I love food, which is funny to say since I spent some time in my 20's not eating. For a while, I was positive that it was my newfound wisdom that came when I turned 30, and then I looked around and saw the number of 30-somethings who are still caught up in the "my weight is my measure of life success" ratrace. It's sad! I guess I've realized that I need to take good care of my body (which I definitely do), but I also need to enjoy my body while I can. So today I missed my run. Not for lack of trying - just a stumbling drunk/high/crazy man at the end of my street and a lost key that made its way into my underwear. All that is for another post... And what I'm trying to say is that I still ate a cinnamon roll and didn't think for a second about punishing myself to work it off. 30 is good. Revelation is even better.

And if you need the cinnamon roll recipe, click here. It's worth the work.
Happy weekend!