“Keep close to Nature’s heart… and break clear away, once in awhile, and climb a mountain or spend a week in the woods. Wash your spirit clean.” ~ John Muir

“Keep close to Nature’s heart… and break clear away, once in awhile, and climb a mountain or spend a week in the woods. Wash your spirit clean.” ~ John Muir

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25 Ways You Know You’re a Stay at Home Mom

I was just recently wondering if I was the only one who cleaned with baby wipes…

ALL. OF. THIS.

(Source: definitelyjennifer)

I REALLY love trains.
Drew.
saraplainandtall:

This should be ‘raising kids’, but yes. So much yes.

saraplainandtall:

This should be ‘raising kids’, but yes. So much yes.

(Source: rockstarwife)

Those flowers are pretty! Pretty just like you mama.
Drew

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Dear McCoy,

You have found a new love. Puddles, or as you so affectionately call them: “pubble”.

During rainstorms, I’ll find you with your face pressed against the glass backdoor, watching the raindrops pour down with the water collecting in large pools in our swampy backyard. You’ll start gibberjabbering about the rain and this usually means that you’ll start to search for your boots in the house. 9 times out of 10, the boots are drying on the porch from the last puddle jumping, so you’ll stand by the door yelling happy screeches of “boot, boot, boot, boot!”. The moment you walk outside your eyes immediately start searching the street for puddles. Once you’ve found even the smallest amount of water, you’re down the steps in minutes racing across the lawn towards it. 

A few days ago you fell into the muddy water twice, yet each time you picked yourself up and kept splashing around. Almost every time your boots have several inches of water in them but it doesn’t bother you one bit. Today, after nearly 1/2 an hour of stomping around, you came and asked to take your boots off, and then hightailed it back into the puddle in your white socks. The deeper the puddle the better. I always say “One, two, three, GO!”, and you take off back and forth across the puddle stomping your feet as hard as you can before I finish the third count. Today we practiced jumping straight up in the air and landing with two feet in the water. You made me do it with you each time, I’m guessing the neighbors were peeking out their windows laughing. Drew doesn’t like it when you splash him, which you always do, maybe you could stop doing that? 

I love seeing how happy you are when you’re in the water. And I’m actually weirdly happy when it rains because I know how much joy you get out of those puddles. Maybe this means you’ll grow up to do a job water related?

Love, Mommy

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24 Applicants Were Terrified To Do This Job. Then They Found Out Why Billions Already Do It.

Ok, so I have tears streaming down my face over this.

Meow.

#munchielovesbathtime

"Tessa, can you please help me with this?" ~ Drew

Uh buddy, my name is MOM.

Life lately.

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Dear Drew,

Last night you and Daddy attended your first baseball game of the season. You were SO excited all day yesterday. Aunt Molly had sent you a baseball hat, which you wore at school preparing for the game. We must have sang “Take me out to the Ballgame” almost 50 times, I even had to google the lyrics to make sure I was singing them correctly, and of course I wasn’t. We met Daddy at school to watch the rest of his tennis match and catch a few minutes of Opa’s lacrosse game, you told everyone we crossed paths with that you were going to a baseball game, you also carried your glove everywhere with you to make sure it didn’t get left behind. When it was time for you to leave for the game, I asked Daddy to take photos, and secretly wished I was coming with you. 

When you arrived home much much later than bedtime, I was waiting at the door to hear all about the game. You sprinted up to me smiling ear to ear, with a ball clutched in your glove. “Goldburg’s friend ran by and threw it to me!” {Goldburg’s friend was the baseball player with the ticket hook-ups…}. I asked if you had eaten Cracker Jacks, you said Daddy couldn’t find any. You did have an enormous bag of popcorn though. And, Daddy even took a video of you singing along with the rest of the stadium during the 7th Inning Stretch. You told me all about the bullpen, the dugout, foul ball vs. fair ball, every position on the field, and how fast the baseball players ran. I didn’t have the heart to tell you that you couldn’t sleep with your glove and ball. While I tucked you in, you whispered “When I get bigger I play on the Tides field and be a baseball player.” We sang “Take me out the the ballgame” together one last time as you drifted off to sleep clutching your glove. 

I know Daddy is looking forward to watching many more games with you. And apparently “no girls are allowed” to come with, we’ll see about that!

Love, Mommy