Saturday, June 4, 2016
Dad's into reloading bullets. It relaxes him. Taking his girls shooting doesn't relax him but somebody's got to use all those bullets so he has more brass to reload.
"I just pull the trigger, right?"
You're welcome, dad.
Mom watched Peanut so I could join the fun last Monday. It's been a couple years since I've been shooting...but I got two bullseyes! Whether or not I was aiming for that target is irrelevant. And I only shot dad's stand once. About an inch away from where Morgan shot dad's stand once. But more than an inch away from where Morgan shot dad's stand once and completely obliterated a joint. That part had to be replaced. But my dad likes fixing things so again, we're happy to help.
The prettiest part of the night was the sunset.
The longest part of the night was teaching Morgan how to release the clip from the Glock.
The safest part of the night was dad shooting without eye protection.
The best part of the night was all of it. Morgan's funny. Dylan's the better shooter. And dad likes to pretend we bother him while not-so-secretly hiding the fact that he loves spending time with his girls (minus Jordan at camp...). I love these people.
Wednesday, June 1, 2016
I'm still in Nebraska and still not ready to leave anytime soon. The whole family is here again. Well, minus Adam who just gallivanted off to Idaho. But for a few days the whole family was reunited and it was so fun to have everyone under the same roof. I love Nebraska and the lazy days and thunderstorms and number of riding lawn mowers and golf carts that grace the "city" streets and watching the corn pop up and country roads and sitting on the porch swing and everything else that's great and good about the Heartland.
I do not, however, love the garter snakes. But I guess life can't be perfect.
So in no particular order, the update.
It's Jordan's birthday today and we got an Eileen's cookie over the weekend to celebrate. I shouldn't like a frosted chocolate-chip cookie as much as I do but their frosting is intoxicating. I think it's almond extract and it kills my self control. Plus the colors! It was the prettiest Eileen's cookie yet.
Fueled by the Eileen's cookie, we did a team Crossfit workout on Saturday morning. It involved running a 1.25 mile relay, followed by taking turns to complete 125 pull-ups (with a giant rubber band...), then 250 45lb push presses and 375 reverse lunges with a 25lb kettle bell. Then back down the ladder with 250 push presses, 125 pull-ups, and another 1.25 mile relay. The real workout was trying to control our laughing fits long enough to execute any reps. With all of us together, someone was always saying something funny.
Morgan's half pull-up reps.
Adam getting intimate with the pull-up assist band. "Whoa! That's not where I wanted that to go!"
Trying to convince Jordan to join us by downplaying the amount of running involved. "Just run around the block once...twice."
Using pups as the baton for the running relay. Easy way to get a couple miles on his paws.
And Dylan and I getting real serious about pushing to finish the workout in an hour at about the 46 minute mark. Skylar came out to cheer us on as we made it.
It was too fun. Good intentions, we're going to make a tradition of it every time we're all at home. This will probably last about as long as our other traditions.
Skylar and grandpa, having a conversation. This kid just gets cuter and more fun everyday. I miss her newborn days so much I want to cry, but then she looks at me with her bright eyes and busts out her smile and my brain just shuts down because it can't process that much emotion. AND HER COOS. I have to still be on my baby honeymoon because I can't get enough of her. Even when she has gas and I have to bounce on the exercise ball while massaging her back for an hour.
And her crazy hair. It's straight up all the time. I can't even get half of it to stay down when I comb it with water. She has very determined strands.
This photo is all weird and blurry, but that bubble though. She's got skills.
We're waffling all our sandwiches.
Roscoe, as Greg was packing to leave. He acts like he's super sad.
And then Roscoe about an hour after Greg left, taking up his half of the bed.
He's such a spoiled dog that he gets mad when he has to sit outside and dry after he's gone swimming in the ditches. Stands out there and barks incessantly.
The corn literally popped up over night. It might be growing faster than my daughter. MIGHT.
Walks on the country roads never get old. This was a particularly perfect evening with NO WIND.
And then Sunday evening with a thunderstorm in the distance. Keep on keeping on, Nebraska.
Have a great day :-)
Monday, May 30, 2016
We had to go to Lincoln to pick up a rental car last week and spent a few hours at the zoo to make a day of it. My mom insisted that she took us to this zoo all the time when we were kids but I wasn't remembering any of it until we got there. Then it came back. Measuring my wing span, looking for paper to feed Leo the Lion, and playing in the Eagle's nest. And so I carried on the tradition with Skylar.
She was as thrilled as any six-week-old could be, happily snoozing away in her carrier. But I exuded enough excitement for both of us! I measured our wing span and fed Leo and sat in the Eagle's nest and went down the slide. All the while loving being a mom and having my baby cuddled up close. This is such an awesome, easy stage. She's perfectly travel-size and sleepy. Though that's quickly changing...
Greg had an exciting day as well. He got to hold a tarantula, touch a snake, pet a peacock, and feed a camel. My favorite was his narrations of all the animals' thoughts. Especially the bushbaby. Its exhibit was behind a blackout curtain, with only the glow of one red light illuminating its wide piercing eyes. Super creepy. And then Greg comes up behind me, in a hypnotic voice saying "Just give me the baby. Set it down and back slowly away. I needs this baby."
He lost narrative privileges after that. Though I'm not convinced those weren't the bushbaby's real thoughts...
For the record, I did not touch the snake and I'm still strongly questioning the legitimacy of their claimed "legless lizard" exhibit. Though I could appreciate his name. Legolas.
Still, a fun day. And we got Sam's Club soft pretzels and frozen yogurt to top it off. The end.
Have a great day :-)
Friday, May 20, 2016
A big sky changing from blue and orange to star-studded black. Crickets chirping in the distance. A cuddly mini-furnace snuggled in arm. The remains of Shadow's kennel and the old shed crackling under flame. Big yellow dog lazily curled up in circle. A certain wife "strongly suggesting" her husband cook the marshmallow a little longer while husband gets frustrated and insists that it's fine. There's nothing quite like our backyard bonfires right now. I love them. And s'mores.
And don't let me forget that big yellow dog not-so-lazily spotting the cat and darting off on a very determined chase. Until he reached the end of his tether, almost breaking his neck and successfully breaking one of the stair posts he was anchored to.
Dad. Don't worry. We fixed it.
A couple more pictures from Skylar's one-month milestone. I plan on using her blue elephant as the "measuring stick" for her first year. These were a actually pictures at 5 weeks because said measuring stick got left in San Antonio and was waiting for a ride up with Greg.
Skylar, oh-so-proud of herself! Her poopy diaper exploded up her back while I was feeding her in Aurora. Then, mid-change in the car, she erupted some more with a nice little water fountain to top it off. Naturally Greg was the one changing her. It was messy. Then, right after the change, she royally spit-up all over him, covering his shirt and shorts.
No I wasn't laughing...
We were completely unprepared with extra clothes because this was a spur-of-the-moment trip, so she got to be naked + a diaper baby cuddled up in her carrier for the afternoon.
I love naked + a diaper baby. She is so cute.
Loving the swing! I kind of love that it's a wind-up swing with a 30-minute limit. Takes me back.
Cuddles with Dylan! I'm going to be sad when she goes back to Utah. She's pretty good at getting smiles out of Skylar.
Basketball at the church...and making sure Peanut is protected from any errant shots while she naps!
Cute sleeping baby. Speaking of sleeping, she is on a sleeping kick. Three nights in a row she's slept six straight hours! And several five hour streaks during the day. She's sleeping a lot. I don't know what to do with myself other than enjoy the sleep and wait for the fluke to be over.
Crazy baby. Seriously, her hair. What to do with it!
More staring contests with dad.
And more basketball at the church. She was actually turning her head to watch the action. Until she got tired of standing still and I had to walk up and down the sides with her. While scoping out a potential future husband for Morgan...
Baby clothes soup. Washing up a bunch of my old clothes for Skylar. There are so many baby pictures that are going to get recreated once she fits into these...
Roscoe, barking up the pole at a squirrel, as he does. Latest ingestion: a dead bird. He's currently exiled dog once again.
Beats, for baby.
Also of note, we've been pretzeling all the things. Make-your-own pizzas on Monday with a pretzel crust and French dip sandwiches with a pretzel bun last night. All homemade and so delicious. I'm on a pretzel kick and it's not getting old.
Have a great day :-)