I came upon an old paci of Landon’s this week.  He was very particular about his paci’s and would only take a certain one.  In emergencies, we tried other kinds but he’d just scream and spit it out.

Finding that paci reminded me of all the things I don’t even realize I already miss as my boys are getting bigger.

Their train tracks.  Landon used to love making long winding paths for his trains but neither of my children have touched them in the past year.

Their baby bottles.  As much as a pain as it was to wash all 4 parts of those Dr. Brown’s bottles, I miss the sweet cuddles that came along with giving my little boys a bottle. Before they could hold it by themselves.  When they were still just baby blobs who needed help doing everything.

Their strollers.  We haven’t used a stroller (with the exception of an occasional jog) in so long. There were so many miles put on the umbrella stroller and sit and stand stroller when they were younger. We’d take almost-nightly walks through the neighborhood where they’d point out every dog in the street and every airplane in the sky.

Diaper butts.  Granted both my kids still wear diapers to bed, but there is something sweet about having a big diaper popping out of your kids little onesie as they scoot around the floor.

Falling asleep in your arms.  I miss the occasional arm nap.  I remember being in those moments when it was a daily requirement to carry a sleeping baby around and I remember thinking I couldn’t wait for them to be able to sleep out of my arms.  Now, I’d love for a day or two where I had a sleeping baby who wanted to nap in the crook of my arm.

Funny how you don’t realize you are missing out on things until you really think back to what life used to be like.

I think it would be so sweet to live life for a week with my boys at age 6 mos, 1 year and 2 years old again.  Now that I know what their personalities are like, I’d love to see how many glimpses of 5 year old Landon or 3 year old Brooks I’d see in their younger versions.


Never got around to it week.

This week is going to be “never got around to it” week.  A culmination of posts and pictures that I just never posted.  Random things. Or things that I kinda posted on, but not all of it. This week is mostly shaped by the pictures I downloaded this week from my camera.  A whole half a year full of them.  And I decided that I’d take a week to post some of my favorites.

So here goes.  The official NGATI week starts now.  (It’s like Shark Week, but awesomer!)

I’m starting with these pics of my kids on their birthday. Because I love them. How cute of Brooks and his candles. Just waiting to blow them out.


And then an adorable faced three year old in full on blow mode, with his brother helping on the side!


And then this one, of four of the cuzies hanging out.  Huge grins plastered across their faces because they know they’re about to get a big honking piece of cake. Pure anticipation.


So if you don’t like seeing tons of pics of my kids or taking a stroll down memory lane with some of my favorite moments from this year, then NGATI week is not for you 😉


Flashback Friday: Fireworks

There are a lot of “f’s” in that title!

During our 4th of July festivities this summer, the kids experienced another first… their first time doing Sparklers.  Like hold-them-all-by-themselves-and-squeal-with-delight sparklertime.

Don’t these kiddos look like they are having a blast?  They were!!

(And how old does Landon look in that first picture?  This 4 year old  looks at least 8 or 9!)

Those kiddos just don’t listen when I tell them to stop growing!



Flashback Friday: Studio 54


Studio 54

I went to school on the coast of North Carolina in a little college town.  After my sister got into the same college I did – UNC-Wilmington, my parents decided that instead of paying a ton of money for on-campus housing for two kids, they would buy a house we could live in with our friends through the college years.  (It became an even better investment after my brother ended up going to UNCW –  So we all got to use the house!)  Enter Studio 54 – the nickname we gave for our home.

Last weekend, my BFF sent me picture (above) of the house.  I didn’t even know she’d made a trip to our college town so it brought a huge smile to my face. Studio 54 was the location for many a late night – either partying or cramming for a test – usually more of the former, meeting tons of new friends, reminiscing about what our lives would be after college, 5, 10 or 20 years later and learning the responsibilities that come with living on your own and being responsible for the choices you make.

When she sent the picture, two things ran through my head: 1) I was shocked by how big the tree had gotten out front – and it reminded me that it’s been over 10 years (nearly 11) since I graduated and 2) brought back so many fun memories of ‘easy-street’ living.

I lived just 5 minutes from the beach. My high school really prepared me well for college so although classes were challenging, I never felt overwhelmed with the amount of work required, and I had a lot of free time on my hands to live life.  I met so many fun people who created so many hilarious memories of those 4 years.

Now that I’ve slowed down my lifestyle – it’s rare that I hit the bar for a night on the town – and have the responsibilities of a family, homeownership, career, etc; I still reminisce often of the awesome life I got to live through college.  I always say that if I ever had the chance to just relive a week of my life again, I would pick my college years.  I’d spend time at the beach, I’d hit my classes (and pay better attention), I’d socialize and go out with friends, and just have more of the meaningful conversations that filled those days.

For me, college was such an exciting time to gain knowledge, have so much social time and really learn to manage myself and my life – without the full burden of responsibility that comes with adulthood (i.e. a mortgage or 40 hour a week job).

If you could relive any one week of your life, what would it be?

Christmas Flashback – Baltimore trip


Brooks and Brody – hanging out!

balt2Visiting with Aunt June and helping in the kitchen

Vbalt3 Twinsie Brothers – nope they didn’t plan the outfit match!

balt4  Visiting Santa and meeting his Elf helpers

balt5 balt6 balt7 balt8  Cuddly and warm at Grammy’s house
balt9  Three boy cousins – with a girl cousin on the way!balt11  My three favorite elves!

balt12 balt13 balt14  The boys!

balt15  Three generations in front of the tree.

balt16  The fam!

balt17 A double photo bomb – Dean in the back and BDizz in the front!

Flashback: Christmas performance





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I was downloading a ton of pics from Christmas 2013 from my camera and realized I never got around to posting any of them. These are of Landon’s school Christmas performance – as usual he rocked the stage and mom and dad were so proud!

Since this blog is a journal of our family, I decided to post them now.  Always a great way to go back and remember the holiday memories.

So apologies to the Scrooges out there who don’t want to relive holiday cheer in February.  There are going to be a few posts worth, so be prepared!!

Happy Holidays in 60′ weather, ya’ll!

2010 and 2014 Olympics

In watching these Winter Olympics, there are so many stories of these Olympians and how they fared in their last Olympics – in Vancouver 2010.  It’s always amazing to hear stories of how these athletes have stayed on top of their game and performed over the past 4 years to better their results from 2010.

For me, it bring a different reminder.  I was watching the closing events of the 2010 Olympics, getting induced to have my firstborn the next day.  These four years remind me how fast life goes. When these athletes were missing out on medals, I was delivering a baby boy. And in the same four years they have trained, I have also trained. I’ve been honing my parenting skills – making adjustments, learning new techniques.

It’s crazy to think about how these 4 years have passed by so quickly.  Like these athletes, the days are long and hard, but the years really have flown by.

And when I think ahead to the 2018 Olympics, like many of these athletes whose dreams were crushed in Sochi, and are looking to their next opportunity, I think about the fact that I will have an 8 year old boy then.  He’ll be in school, learning and developing, he’ll have grown so much from this year.  When we celebrate the next Winter Olympics, I’m sure it will bring up memories of our family this year – cuddling together and watching the events, guessing who would win and cheering on USA.

It’s hard to believe I only get 4 or 5 of these Winter Olympics to raise my kids.  And I know ‘the daily training’ will be difficult, but there are huge milestones to celebrate and enjoy along the way.