car talk

It's Thursday...which means Bobcat Day at our school.  Gotta love jeans and t-shirt day.  This is an oldie (taken before Christmas.) 

One of the fun things about Mason being in preschool this year is that he gets to come in to school with me every morning.  Two days a week Emma rides in to town with us too.  Those days in the car are full of singing and story telling and any tricks I can pull out to keep them from going all "he's-looking-out-my-window!!"  You know those moments, right? 

But two days a week it's just me and the boy and some pretty fun conversations.  Here are a few snippets:

Me: Mason...look there's some deer!
Mason: (almost in tears) but I don't want to see the does, where are the bucks?
Me: I don't know.  Where do you think they are?
Mason: Oh, probably in the trees.  They're much smarter you know.

Mason:  How do you become a grandma?  When does it happen?  You don't have to look old.

Mason: I'm going to count the whole way to school.  1...2...3..4....187!  We're here.  (That was a fun one:)

Mason: When are we going to Steamboat again?  You know that dad doesn't need a map to get there?  Remember when you got lost three times?

And most currently Mason feels it is his job to announce the speed limit and make sure that I'm following it. 

Mom, it's 65. 
Mom, it's 55.
Mom, it's 40.  Why do we always have to go slower in town?  I don't like going slower. 

How come your car has 100 on it if we never get to go 100? 

You know that dad's big white truck can't do 65 with a full load of wood?  You can go less than the speed limit, but not more.  Mom, you're going more.  

Mom, it's 35.
Mom, it's 15.  (insert really sad voice).  This is when we enter the school parking lot.  He always tries to convince me that it really is 51 and we need to go faster.  Like a race car. 

And my favorite:

Mom, God loves me infinity. 



The two favorites of the moment...Cow for Mason (always has been the #1 choice) and Karly-Baby for Emma.

It's a good thing these two can make me laugh when I'm about to lose my mind.

Most recent reason:

I'm working on a difficult knitting project that I planned on giving away this Christmas, but I wasn't even half way done with it when that time came around.  Sooo, last night I decide to pull it out and work on it.  I find my way into the pattern and realize I have three needles, so I throw one back into my knitting bag.  I do a couple rows and realize my tension is way off from the last time I worked on it.  I keep going.  After a few more rows I'm a little shocked at the difference in the gauge.  I show Ryan. We laugh about how pregnancy must really affect your knitting tension.  I keep going.  I'm not at all happy with how it looks, but I keep going trying to make it tighter until my eyes fall out and I go to sleep. 

Today at naptime I pull it out again.  I'm looking at it trying to figure out how to make it tighter.  I look at the pattern again.  I see something about size 3 needles.  I look at the huge needles in my project.  They're size 9.  Yes, size 9!  It all starts to become clear.  Both my size 3 and size 9 needles are green.  Apparently I pulled out my project and knit the first row onto a green size 9 needle.  That's about when I realized that I had 3 needles, so I kept the two that matched (the 9s) and threw the size 3 into my bag.  Funny right? Yeah, maybe if I wasn't doing things like this all the time.  It's a small miracle that I finish any knitting projects:)



One of the things we're most looking forward to this year is growing, growing, growing our family of four to a family of five!

Yup, we have a new little bundle of joy set to arrive the end of May.  Super exciting around here!  

 Some of the details:

We found out in September.  I'm currently 20 weeks.  We had our ultrasound last week and everything is moving along perfectly.  We decided not to find out the gender.  Mason is convinced it's a boy and Emma keeps saying (well singing) "We don't know if it's a boy or a girl... but God has a special surprise for us."--which is just about the sweetest thing ever.

I'm feeling really good now. The first trimester was pretty rough (throwing up multiple times for 56 days straight.)  I don't think I left the couch except to go to work for all of October.  Bless Ryan for putting up with me and being so awesome with the kiddos!

I'm pretty much craving spicy and salty things.  My fellow teachers know they can't bring crackers or pretzels to lunch without passing a few my way.   I've got the peperoncinis and flamin' hot cheetos taken care of.  I've also been loving yogurt and grapefruit. 

We have absolutely no names picked out.  The kids are set on Race Car if it's a boy and Princess Rosie if it's a girl.  Guess we'll decide in May! Feeling super blessed and excited for a new little one! 



Happy New Year!  Christmas sort of flew by and at the same time we slowed down and enjoyed everything about it.  Now everything is packed away, waiting for the magic again next year.  We're staying busy, filling up the last few days before we return to school and our "normal" routine.  Here are a mixture of Christmas pictures all the way from Greeley to our house.  Lots of cousin time, grandparents time, cookies, singing and laughter.


 Now it's just finishing up thank you notes, wishing for fresh snow to play in, lots of hot cocoa, and new bedtime stories.  Ryan and I have lots of goals and plans for this year...I think it's going to be a good one!