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His Eyes..

Miles has these eyes. Eyes that melt my soul.

But also eyes that draw attention everywhere we go. Big eyes like mommy, crystal blue eyes like daddy. The best of both of us.

We have NEVER been out in public without someone commenting on his blue eyes. Usually it’s elderly men and women. But it can be teenagers, new mom’s, middle aged women, or men in suits, those blue eyes catch everyone.

Everytime someone stops us to talk about his eyes, I laugh, thank them and tell them how much we love those eyes too.

But as they walk away, I think about them. About what they were thinking about when they saw Miles.

The other day we had an influx of business men in suits (at Wendy’s) smile at him as he was eating.  I started wondering if they had a little boy at home they were missing, or was their little boy all grown up now and they were remembering how sitting with a two year old at Wendy’s seemed like just yesterday for them.

I can always see it in their eyes. It’s not just a simple smile at a boy with beautiful blue eyes, its a longing for more or a sudden memory that hits them.

I always hope it’s a good memory, or that smile they shared with Miles will make them rush home a little faster after work to hugs their child they may have been missing.

I don’t think I’ll ever get tired of comments about his beautiful  eyes….

The junk food rut..

Do you ever get in a junk food rut WITH YOUR KIDS???

Let me back up a little…

Miles eats SOOOO healthy. 95% of the time.
He can’t eat: Dairy, Eggs, Soy, Peanuts, Rice, Oats, Turkey or Chicken.

That leaves……
All fruits and veggies, most pastas, one type of bread, beef, pork and tuna.

He has NEVER tried something he doesn’t like. I’M SERIOUS! This kid will eat anything!!!
(P to the S: I know we are SO BLESSED by this.)

I have ALWAYS made all of his baby food. He has NEVER had a jar of  baby food. I prided myself in this.. until recently.

We’re in this rut. He’s been eating like crap lately.

Sugar, candy, dye, processed food, fast food… ugh!

Every night I tell myself  “Tomorrow will be different”

Then we start the day out with a pop tart, followed by a package of smarties, followed by some potato chips, followed by hot dogs and onion rings for lunch, followed by a chocolate cupcake, followed by 3 spoon fulls of frosting, followed by … Do you see my point?? It’s never ending, allll dayyyy longggg.

I honestly don’t see it effecting his attitude, and he’s still sleeping great.

But when he would gladly choose broccoli and raw onion over ice cream, why am I doing this to him????

It’s easy, it’s effortless.

But I’m ready for this to be over. I need my healthy eater back. And even though I don’t see it effecting him much.. I know he’d be so much happier eating better foods. (HA.. am I talking about Miles or myself?? Hi there, kick in the pants!)

So we NEED to be more diligent. I WANT to be more diligent. but .. ugh!

It takes a villiage..

It takes a village.

When my parents called to say they were thinking of moving to Utah, my mind starting reeling.
“What if we got one big house and all lived in it. We could each have one floor and our ‘separate houses.’ doesn’t that sound fun?” I’d try to convince my parents, almost daily.

I would dream about it. We were busting at the seams of our firstlittle house. My parents already missed so much of their only grandsons life. It would be PERFECT. right?

Our dreams quickly became a reality, that just as quickly became a nightmare.

We found the PERFECT house. (actually 1 of 2 perfect houses, but we chose this one.) We found a wonderful tenant for our home and prepared to move in.

My parents prepared to leave their home and searched for jobs in Utah.

The day we moved in and my parents left California. I lost my job.
(Remember, my husband lost his job in 09 and has been at home with Miles while I worked.)

We were now 4 adults, 1 toddler, 3 dogs and 2 kittens moving into a brand new home with NO INCOME.

No jobs between any of us.

It took the breath out of me. For some reason, I was the only one concerned.

Needless to say, we survived. We are all SO blessed. My parents found fantastic jobs quickly and we (Aaron and I) are doing okay also.

We all live cohesively. My parents (their dogs and cats) live down stairs. They have the perfect area that fits them so well. A little basket on the wall at the top of the stairs for their mail. And a sign that hangs over the stairs that reads  “If Grandma says no, ask Grandpa.” they joke about adding an address to say 1/2. Miles refers to it as “Going to Papa’s house whenever he wants to go downstairs. He doesn’t know any different. Probably never will.

I think they’re happy.

We have the perfect area upstairs just for us.

We’re happy.

But most of all. We are a village. And this village raises a 2 year old. It takes all 4 adults most days.

And even then, sometimes we barely survive.

Sometimes I crawl into bed at night, breath a HUGE sigh of relief and think “How??? How in the world would we do this alone?” what if it were just my husband and I? I can. Not. Even. Imagine.

Sounds dramatic, but seriously.

This child takes a village, and I am so so happy we happen to have one under our roof.

It may not be the ideal situation for everyone, but it’s our situation and I’m so glad it is.

Glimpse of Santa

So, Believe me.. I KNOW!!!!!!

YES, yes I am posting Santa pictures just mere hours before March.

I have a goal to be more on top of things (HA!) and that mean creating to do lists, getting up and getting dressed EVERY (weekday) morning, and getting things accomplished. (Day one is going great, thanks for asking!)

SO, here I am. Cleaning things out. And what do I find?? Our Glimpse Of Santa pictures. and HELLO, how can I no share these with you? They are gold. Pure gold!

Please go read more about Glimpse of Santa and why this photographer does this every year. I am SO SO thankful to Emily for helping me get in this last year. (Really, I’m so thankful for Emily all year long..)

And really, GOLDEN! (and also, WOW, what a difference just 2 months makes in toddlerhood time)

The last, and only smile we got. Little man is NOT a smiler for cameras.

What do you think they see? Rudolf? Cookies??

Ahhhh… maybe that’s what they were spying. A plate of  “bigger-than-your-head” fresch baked cookies

“Like really, check out this guy with the cookies.”

“Yum”

((Sidebar: I baked these larger than life vegan chocolate chip cookies from my FAVORITE recipe ever!!
COMING SOON!))

If you didn’t say “awwwwww” we arent friends anymore. I mean, seriously.. AWWWWWW!

Jennifer Elaison did an AMAZING job with these picture. And her idea behind them is genius. (p.s. that’s me in that Santa suit) Miles responded so much better having me to look at and talk to. This was SUCH a fun experience.

And you know, I JUST put away the very last Christmas decoration in our house this week, so I’m not that far behind with these pictures. Right?????

I’m ready to collect my award

I’m just wondering who I speak to about my “Mother of The Year” award?

Does anyone know if they mail those, or do you have to go pick them up. Is there a form to fill out? Or do I just send documentation that I earned it?

Because THIS picture of my son getting a drink, oughta do it.

Don’tcha think?

::: sigh :::

p.s. YES, I took a picture before helping him or getting him down. But HELLLO, he pushed that chair over there all by himself, climbed up there allll by himself, stood up on the highest place he could alll by himself, and filled his cup up alll by himself. I figured he was going to be PERFECTLY fine while I went to grab my camera!