Let Them Be Little

A random thought popped to mind when Mads and I were driving to school, listening to the Disney station on Pandora for the million and tenth time, which is carefully curated to include Tangled, Frozen, The Little Mermaid and Beauty and the Beast. {I guess the girl has a few favorites…}

New music was recently added to the station {YES!!} and the classic Adventures of Winnie the Pooh song came on unexpectedly. Mads immediately identified the theme. And then after about a minute of listening, I thought to myself, “This song sounds so babyish.” I picked up my phone and glanced at the thumbs down button…

I stopped myself and realized what I was saying. Babyish? Was I trying to create some oxymoron with synonyms by calling a child’s song babyish? Um, quite impossible and so illogical. It didn’t – doesn’t – make sense. Why? Simply put: my baby IS a baby. This IS the music she should be listening to.

But there’s so much more than that…

Laumeier Park with Mads

Having this brief moment of clarity brought forth several reminders to my mother self. Every day, we dedicate ourselves to helping shape the lives of these little people – these little, precious gifts that will continue to grow. One day, they will make decisions, go to work, vote, grocery shop and everything in between, including laundry, picking car insurance and making their own doctor appointments. They will trade in naps for all-nighters and juice cups for coffee tumblers. Perhaps they will sit at a computer after a long day and start pouring their heart over a keyboard, like so many have done before them, or maybe they will just call it a night and get the recommended eight hours of sleep. In a blink of an eye, they became adults. They are us. No longer babies. A time when Winnie the Pooh is … babyish.

Until then, while we still have them little, lets savor the babyish moments. Put Winnie the Pooh on repeat. Get it stuck in your head. Sing it by yourself when you think no one else is listening. Give it a chance to just take over for a little bit and love it in a way that your little loves it – so fresh and new.

As if we need a reminder, growing doesn’t stop. Time does not stand still. And we will only have so many babyish moments left before they slowly fade into the background. Daily moments turned quickly into memories. So, lets just submerge ourselves with our littles. Be babyish. Why not?

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Others’ Thoughts

Perhaps I’ve always been this way or maybe as I get older {gulp}, I’m starting to just outwardly question it more often: what do others think of me?

I know – at first glance that question is all. sorts. of. wrong. I get it. Let me preface: I’m not talking about what the grocery cashier thinks when I stroll in at 9:00 p.m. and I purchase nothing but K cups and a bottle of wine. I’m not talking about my daughter’s teachers when my lovable, independent, personality-filled toddler says “Oh, daddy’s at home now.” {Which is actually a very funny conversation … about hubs working the night shift} Gotta love those moments…

I’m talking about the nearest-and-dearest “others”. I’m talking about those that have known me for years – the family and friends that are intimately involved in my life. Yes, they’ve seen me cry my eyes out over the most ridiculous events and still encourage me to be seen with them in public the very next day. And since I’m pretty close with myself – we hang out on the daily – being aware of my overall self and personality traits can be somewhat hidden. Just when you think you know someone … DARN YOU, SELF! Cue the need for the “others”.

I discovered a possible truth about myself this past weekend … and one that I hesitate to share but if I didn’t, I would be breeding the sentiment. So, instead of continuing this charade, I’ll lay the cards on the table: I’m guarded. I’m not sure when or where it happened, but anyone that attempted to enter my life after my 25 year mark might have had difficulties getting close to me. Granted, this isn’t a thought that I subscribe to 100%, and my personality requires me to test a possible result. I did the next thing – I questioned the “others”. I know. It’s ridiculous. But the fact is many of them agreed. {Some thought it was a down-right crazy thought. xo} But in the end, regardless of why it happened or what series of events caused it to occur, a change in the way I accept others in my life occurred.

As we grow up, we definitely change. Sorry, Kristen Wiig, but if we’re growing, we’re changing.

Kristen Wiig Bridesmaids // Gif// What is wrong with meYears march on and learning new things about ourselves will never, ever stop … apparently. And I don’t think that we get to a point where we are just too set in our ways to change or make a difference in our lives. I can’t accept that as truth. I want to continue moving towards a positive, productive self well into my middle years and beyond.

Digging into the self and taking a look is tough business. But I’m game. And if there is a time you come to a crossroads and it provides the opportunity to view yourself in a new light, no matter how terrifying it could be, I say go for it.

Conquering Ourselves // Strength // Overcoming Fear// Quote



Let’s Bake | Chocolate Chip Scones

If you follow me on Instagram, you know that I recently received a new kitchen gadget: pastry cutter. Call me silly, but I love acquiring new kitchen gadgets, especially if it means that it makes it more fun to bake some of my favorite recipes. And the new pastry cutter was only in my possession for about 1 hour before I busted out the trusty scone recipe. The chilly temps made the decision to turn on the oven and get to baking that much easier! I added in a few chocolate chips to sweeten it up and make it extra delicious. Oh, and the house smelled ah-mazing. {HINT: Chocolate + cinnamon = magic smells.}  How can you not? Trust – you’ll love this buttery, flaky, pastry awesomeness!
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2015 | “The Word”

I’m doing a little blog slacking. It might be on purpose. {I might have opened this very entry SEVERAL times over the past two weeks to try to work on it…} Sorry, friends. Life beyond this tiny corner of the universe got a little bit bigger, and it needed my undivided attention. But you understand, right? Still friends? Great!

So, January is gone with the wind. 2015 is definitely here for another 11 months, and I have some work to do. I need to devote time, set goals and be present. Why that is easier said than done sometimes, I’ll never know. It seems like these three points should be a natural happening, a regular occurrence on our life-road. I was never a fan of declaring resolutions, per se, hence my nod and not-so-private post on intentions and throw-aways for 2014.

Make a Move | New Year Goals

So, like so many of you wonderful bloggers, I picked a defining word for the upcoming year.

When the word came to mind, it was a result of deep introspective analysis, sitting at the edge of Jenny Lake, admiring all that is mighty and majestic of the Grand Teton …

Not really. It came to me when I started to think about my goals, the challenges I could possibly face and what I need to do in order to accomplish this 2015 to-do list {which honestly, the to-do list is fluid, ever-changing as it flows … think I just channeled Pocahontas for a second …}.

And then it hit me like a ton of bricks …

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The Giver // The Gift

The Giver // Coffee Time with Mom, Mothers are Gifts“Mom!”


“Hey, Ann…”

I always answer, “Yes.”

And I’m noticing all of my fellow mamas doing the same. All. The. Time.

As mothers, I don’t know if we were born this way or if something just clicked inside of us the moment we joined our lives with another person. When I think back, I don’t remember ever having an issue with sharing, always enjoyed making people happy and realized if I could make someone’s day a little brighter, my day was then just a bit more full. I try to compare these early “people pleasing” moments with my current motherhood state. Believe me, I tried. For me, the comparison game just doesn’t fit here.

Motherhood can be 100% categorized into its personal universe of giving.

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