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12.31.2013

going out with a BAM.

Tonight we thought it would be a really good idea to ring in the New Year with a pantless toddler dance party. Park enjoyed the idea, too. Dad was rapping. Mom shouldn't have attempted. And baby was rockin' out on the table // laughing and groovin' to the [nonexistent] beat. Life was good in the neighborhood...
...until the little shoulder shaker turned things down a notch and attempted to slow dance.
Friends, please don't be this guy at the party tonight. And if you're not at a party tonight, please don't encourage your sock-wearin' tot to dance on a plastic table. It most likely won't turn out well.

It's okay to laugh at our mistake. We obviously did, and our kiddo is just fine. We'll simply have to revise our lo-cal for next year's grand performance. Cheers to a safe & happy New Year!

12.11.2013

Return of the Mack.

Guess who's back?
Back again.
Mack is back.
Tell a friend.
Guess who's back. Guess who's back. Guess who's back... 
Welp, no one in Seattle currently needs to guess who's back, because Facebook newsfeeds across the Great Pacific Northwest are littered in photos, video and status updates declaring that Macklemore and Ryan Lewis are indeed, back. Performing in town. Not once, not twice, but three times this week.

So mine and Jordan's favorite entertainer is in town. The rapper who might, sometimes, occasionally, make us tear up while rockin' out to his inclusive lyrics in the car with our kiddo. Preach it, buddy. We're listening and so is the little guy in the car seat. Like many others, we are not only captivated by Macklemore's musical talent and creativity as an independent artist, we also admire the local guy turned mega sensation who passionately uses his influence to stand up for the oppressed and to be a loud, booming voice for the voiceless. Yeah, you could say we're fans. And according to Facebook, so is everyone in our social media network. And all those fans seem to be jammin' and Instagrammin' to his live performance at the Key Arena tonight. 

But the two of us? For being located within miles of the concert venue, we're about as far away from the booming speakers, flashing lights, and electric energy radiating from the Key Arena as two fans can possibly be. Tonight Jordan is working a 6pm-10am shift in scrubs at the hospital, while I am working a 6pm-10am shift in a messy bun and rocking chair.

Have I considered driving downtown tomorrow morning with my tot in tow, to stand on a freezing corner with the hope of scalping overpriced tix to take Park to the last show of the week? You bet. Too young? Too loud? Naw. Our kid was born for late nights, bumpin' speakers, dance parties and over stimulation. He'd be a mighty fine date, but he's not the guy I'd really like to go to the concert with...that guy is staying up all evening and into the morning, working his tail off, only to do it again the next day and the day after that.

So instead, tomorrow night while Jordan works another long night at the hospital, we'll most likely celebrate Macklemore and Ryan Lewis' final show on their hometown tour by throwing in The Heist, turning up the volume, and driving a few miles around quiet suburbia; all the while hoping the duo and their talented crew visit home again real soon. But not before confirming their concert lineup with Jordan's night shift schedule ;) Okay. Is it time to log off Facebook, pour a glass of wine and conclude my night-shifts-are-long-and-lonely pity party? Yeah, yeah it probably is...

Welcome home, Macklemore. All those screaming fans at the Key, plus a sleepless stay-at-home mom and her scrubby hubby are really stoked you're back. 

12.08.2013

Portlandia.

Thanks to my father-in-law, Mr. Hilton Honors himself, Jordan, Parks and I recently scored a great deal and spent a long, restful weekend sleeping in, watching The Muppet Movie, and ordering take-out in the world's largest hotel suite. We are most definitely the poorest people who have ever stayed in Room 629, but boy was it a treat. 

On Sunday, we drove across the bridge, into the city of bridges, to enjoy a brisk morning adventuring around Washington Park. After meandering our way up a windy hill and gawking at the tree lined streets and perfectly manicured Queen Anne-esque homes plotted along the hill, we made our way into the zoo. I'm not the biggest fan of animals, especially when caged in dismal looking display cases, but the look on Park's face when he saw the black bears, fish, and sea otter made a morning with staged mother nature and all of her unhappily captive species well worth it. 

// A few snapshots from our time in Vancouver+Portland //
Nothing says hotel living at it's finest quite like grainy camera phone selfies!
He could not get enough of this view. And I could not get enough of his mullet.
Dad, on the other hand, couldn't grab his beard trimmer quick enough. 
Don't ask for an after picture. We'll just say it's a damn good thing dad's not aspiring to be a barber. 
 I bet this guy never let his dad shave his toddler mullet.

Park and the polar. 
Park and the parents.
One more grainy selfie for the memory books. 

12.04.2013

Mini Mozart.

--> Expose Parker to musical instruments <--

Oh yes, it was somewhere on my nonexistent list of toddler to-do's, yet somehow between the red numbers glaring at me every time I log into my online banking and the fact that my kiddo is at the perfect age to avoid any and every large or small errand I may need to run, I neglected item number #62 on my Good Mothers of Toddlers Would Definitely Do This To Promote Optimal Growth and Healthy Development list. 

Thankfully, Park's got some super rad aunts and uncles and when his birthday rolled around this summer, Aunt Amy surprised him with an authentic & colorful  floor tom drum. I know Parker will absolutely love this gift one day, but both Amy and I felt it may sit better in his closet until he's a wee bit older and over his lets-chew-it-until-we-destroy-it stage. 

About a month after hiding his drum, my younger brother, who worked at a children's consignment store at the time, informed us that he had a belated birthday gift for Parker sitting in his garage. He casually mentioned that the gift needed a liiiittle work and that he'd get around to it soon enough...

In the meantime, while his floor tom drum was buried deep into his closet, and his uncle's mysterious gift sat unattended in some garage in Seattle, Parker took matters into his own hands, while taking a keen interest in my parents piano. The sound of off-tuned bangin' keys was absolute music to my parents ears, as they had spent countless dollars and many a' years trying to instill an appreciation for music into all of their tone deaf children's ears. Needless to say, the piano keys had been collecting dust for a solid decade or two, prior to Parkerman enthusiastically cleaning them with both his fingers and toes, while providing his grandparents with hope for the next generation of possible musicians. 

Now remember that mysterious gift from Funcle Dan? We'll he never got around to fixing it up, however he did bring the incomplete project to my parent's house and whaddya know? T'was a baby piano for our baby piano man!

Here's Dan's generous contribution to cultivating a musically talented nephew...
Annnnd, here's our finished product...
TaDa! Here's to checking #62 off that nonexistent list.

11.22.2013

Sunriver.

Park and I have been 'on tour' the last two weeks, which is a lot more dreamy and adventuresome sounding than the reality of sleeplessly living out of our suitcase with a mostly crabby, sick and teething toddler plus a mostly single mother trekking up and down i5 throughout Western Washington, and Central Oregon.

That said, I truly cannot complain about the twice-yearly opportunity we have to join my folks for a beautiful week in Bend. I'm a Washingtonian through and through, however every time I'm in Bend, I ponder how I might possibly manipulate, bribe, or train my Husky loving husband to turn a blind eye to the thousands of multicolored and oversized "O"'s proudly plastered to the windshields and bumpers of every third Subaru and Rav4 we pass along the Oregon highway. Although he would most likely be disgusted to live in the green and yellow land o' the Oregon Ducks, sports teams and car stickers aside, I do believe we'd be mightyyyy happy to call this beautiful and lovely place home. Although for now it's known as our home away from home and very favorite vacation spot, and that'll do for both the Husky loving husband and his Central Oregon loving lady.


Husband of the Year [or just plain crazy] made the 8 hour trek to spend his one day off with us.
"Heeeeeey, grandpa! My parents want me to look their direction so I'm going to continue to lock eyes with you. This Christmas card shoot is overrated, anyways."
What you can't hear or see is the really unhappy camper on dad's shoulders.
But here he is! And why didn't anyone warn me the terrible twos began at one?
Christmas Card Outtake #39

10.31.2013

Happy Sweet Treats Day!

92 pictures of my favorite alligator // croc // dragon // monster
And the world's dirtiest sock award goes to ... Parker J!

10.28.2013

15 months.

This happy camper is 15 months today! Okay, he's not happy at all, but I'll cut the cutie some slack and cuddle his buns a bit more than usual, as he was poked and pricked a whopping five times at our well child check. While there, we learned he's currently rockin' out in the 90th percentile for height and 15th percentile for weight, with a real big noggin to boot. 

10.25.2013

Miss America Cookies.

I am a lover of all things coconut. Coconut La Croix. Coconut Rice Krispies. Coconut Greek Yogurt. Coconut Curry. Coconut Gelato. Coconut Chicken. I've discovered this past year that you can add coconut oil to absolutely anything // desserts, entrees, stir fries, diaper rashes, smoothies // and if that combination doesn't make you want to run to your nearest Costco to pick up a 54 ounce vat of the good stuff, I'm not sure what will ...

Last month, my mom and I cozied up around the television screen to catch the 2013 Miss America Pageant. During the swim suit portion of the evening, I found myself craving some good ole greasy oatmeal chocolate chip cookies. I wanted to add coconut oil to my favorite cookie, but wasn't feeling quite adventuresome enough to experiment on my own, so a quick Google search lead me to Ambitious Kitchen. And my life will never again be the same ...

I have made these yummy chocolate chip oatmeal coconut cookies every week since. And trust me, if I could bake as quickly as I could eat them, I'd be in a world of trouble. 

My mom and I had so much fun watching the Pageant while stuffing our faces with warm, gooey cookies, that I think we'll add a glass of wine and perhaps a few girlfriends next year, and cheers to a new tradition! 

Check out this recipe, and many other delicious ones at Ambitious Kitchen


Ingredients
  • 1 1/4 cup quick oats
  • 1 1/4 cup all-purpose flour
  • 1 teaspoon baking soda
  • 1/4 teaspoon salt
  • 3/4 cup melted coconut oil
  • 3/4 cup dark brown sugar
  • 1 large egg
  • 2 teaspoons vanilla extract
  • 1 cup shredded coconut (sweetened is fine)
  • 3.5 oz semi-sweet 60% chocolate, coarsely chopped (I use a Ghiradelli chocolate bar)
  • 2 teaspoons milk

Instructions

  1. Preheat oven to 350 degrees F.
  2. In large bowl whisk together flour, oats, baking soda, and salt; set aside.
  3. In bowl of an electric mixer beat together melted coconut oil and brown sugar until smooth. Add in egg, milk and vanilla; beat again for 2 minutes or until smooth.
  4. Add in flour & oat mixture to the wet ingredients; mixing until well combined. Slowly add in coconut and chocolate chunks.
  5. Drop dough with cookie scoop or by large rounded tablespoons onto ungreased cookie sheet. Bake 9-11 minutes or until edges just being to turn a golden brown. Do not over bake; we don’t want crispy cookies! Remove from oven and let cool a few minutes on baking sheet. Transfer to wire rack to finish cooling. Makes 2 dozen.

10.22.2013

DaDaDaDaDa.

A few months ago, as Park was just beginning to baby babble and make Jordan's day by constantly repeating his favorite sound of "dadadadada" the proud papa tried to console me by explaining that the D sound is much easier to pronounce than the M. He must have read it in the latest medical baby babble journal. 


Honestly, I wasn't feeling insecure about the lack of "mama" chatter in the house, because the look on Jordan's face every time Park said "dada" was just too cute to compete. And we all know who Parker's favorite parent is anyway, so why not allow daddio to experience a little extra love in the name calling department? I was all for it. 

But then one gloomy day, it happened. 

My folks dog walked into the room, which instantly caught Park's attention.  He was in Heaven, excitedly waving his arms, with his big blue eyes glued to Nellie the... "DADADADADA!"  Ut oh. Houston, we have a problem. Can't let dad know he's not the only beloved dadadadada in town.

Then Parker's baby babble threw me for another loop. That really difficult "mmm" sound that my junior doctor hubby assured me babies can't pronounce? Well, I now hear it LOUD & CLEAR anytime Parker walks near a screen of any kind, begging for his one and only movie to be played. MAWPAW! Mama is far too difficult to pronounce but those beloved Muppets? He'll shower them with praise and verbal affirmations all day long.


So at the ripe age of fourteen months, Parker is officially over his parents, and establishing some new loves, including the family dog and all things Kermit the Frog. Just in case you're dying of boredom and feel the urge to keep up to date with an incredibly unimpressive list of Park's first words and first loves....here ya have it!

Dadadadada // Dad

Dadadadada // Dog

MawPaw // Muppets

Mo // More

Bob or Bopa // Grandpa

BaBa // Ball

BaBa // Book


9.26.2013

Bathing Beaut.

Park is a water baby through and through, and would have sat in this pail all day long, had we allowed it. 

9.17.2013

Gotta Love These Guys!

A beautiful open-roof evening enjoyed under the stars, official game ball snatched, free parking scored, creeper crazy selfies taken, hot garlic fries consumed, hat trick won, banana+nutella crepe inhaled,  refreshing fresh squeezed lemonade sipped,  street musicians jammin' and a hubby who rapped the entire ride home made for one really awesome date night. 

A 13//2 loss has never been so much fun. Until next season, Safeco.

9.06.2013

Clowns & Colors & Kids // Oh My!


Are his eyes always that big? the young and energetic instructor asked as we walked thru a gray plastic baby gate and into the colorful padded room of Gymboree. Why yes, yes they are, although today they may be a bit more sleep deprived and a tad more wide eyed than usual, I thought to myself...

Park has never seen as many babies roaming the foam and singing silly songs, as he did today in his first Gymboree “Play & Learn” class. 

In the early days of newborndom, I felt sad and frustrated that, aside from the local park and mall play area, our rural town did not have community meet up groups or resources for youngins and their caretakers. I desperately and intentionally sought out community outside the doors of our awesome church, asking every mother, grandmother and checker that I passed in the aisles of the local children's consignment store where in the world the mamas met! Little Gym? Stroller Strides? PEPS? Anyone? Anywhere?

After weeks of asking, and receiving nothing but blank stares, I finally spoke with an active Le Leche League member, who recalled there once was a walking group in town, however she believed it lost funding last year and no longer met. Why a walking group would need any sort of funding is lost on me, however my larger concern was why our rural town did not have ANY intentional community established for children and their families to grow, connect, and support one another. But before I begin writing a thesis regarding the need to promote healthy families and communities thru providing resources, knowledge and access to opportunities for the underserved, let's fast forward to today...

Does he socialize much with other children? the twenty-year-old Gymboree instructor, whose name tag colorfully read "DANNY!" asked as my usually-extroverted son clung tightly to my leg. Ya got me DANNY! You got me. I haven’t properly socialized my first born son and yes, we spent the first thirteen months of his existence hibernating inside our rural rental home, watching the Muppet movie while fiercely fighting eating and sleeping; the baby survival essentials. Is it that obvious? And will the other mamas know from a passing glance that we're new to this whole thang?  

Let's just be honest. Moving every 6-12 months ain’t great for the social life. We have been BEYOND blessed by friendships we’ve made in the tiny towns we’ve lived in thus far, however packing up and leaving new friendships every few seasons gets exhausting. Committing to investing in each new town and neighborhood sometimes feels daunting. If we’re only going to live here for six short months, should I invest this time? 

Yes. The answer is and will always be yes.

Whether we live in a town for a month, a decade or a lifetime, my husband, kiddo and I will always choose to invest. To plant a root, no matter how deep time allows it to grow. Because we are humans who crave community and growth. We need to connect and we want to connect.

So as insecure as I felt walking out of the Gymboree doors to three mamas happily chattering away about Montessori education, five-day-a-week swimming lessons, and baby yoga, it hit me. I’m new here, and although I’ve been a mama for thirteen months, this month, in this new town, starts Parker, Jordan and I off on a new adventure; one that will be filled with diverse opportunities and beautiful people and places to learn about. One where mothers sometimes enroll their babies in five-day-a-week swimming lessons and redefine the term stay-at-home mom. Because with so many baby classes penned into their weekly agendas, it really doesn’t sound like these Gymboree mamas spend much of their time at home.

I’d be lying if I said my first mama and me class didn’t make me feel a bit sad and insecure in my mothering. Is it okay that Park and I hunkered down the first year of life and settled into our rural routine, completely absent of child’s pose and infant swimming lessons? Is my kiddo forever stinted in his development because we did not enroll him in Montessori pre-pre-preschool? And then there's the more important questions rolling around in my head as I wind down this evening...what do Parker and I need during this season in our story, as he is growing into a toddler and I am continuing to evolve as a mother? Where will we invest this time? How will I confidently and creatively meet Parker’s needs in our new community, without striving to keep up with the Joneses and feel pressure to be a stay-at-home mom who never stays at home? 

Oh Gymboree, you threw me for a loop today. With your colorful play mats, germ infested plastic balls, and silly little songs. You were absolutely awesome, and we were entirely overwhelmed. But you bet you’ll be seeing us again soon, with our wide eyes and awkward smiles. Because we’re new in town, and need to grow some new roots, while we play & learn with others along the way... 

8.31.2013

Goodbye, Summer.

We spent our final hours of summertime in Skagit soaking up the fresh air and sunshine on a great hike, which lead to a gorgeous and uninhabited lake. After swimming, we [and by "we" I mean the brave boys] dried off, hiked back to our car, then headed into our favorite city to chow down on some down-home, finger-licking good BBQ. With full bellies, we found ourselves homeward bound, but not before enjoying an itty bitty ice cream break to officially bid farewell to a very lovely & delicious summer.