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Dec

Family Traditions

It's no secret that no bake cookies are my jam. Pretty much for the sole reason that there is no way for me to burn them and make sure the smoke detectors are working in our house. :) Don't worry, I found out while making chicken francese the other night that they are all fully operating correctly! This year I decided to make my family's peanut butter ball cookies for holiday gifts for our family. It's one of my all time favorites and the recipe is super easy! 
 
Chris and I love starting new family traditions each year, but also love preserving the traditions that have been in our families for decades. Rolling the peanut butter dough and dipping it in chocolate brought me back to when I was a little girl and would "help" make these very cookies with my mom and Nana each Christmas. I was the official taste tester and loved every second of that job! As the smells of chocolate and peanut butter swirled and filled our kitchen, my reminiscing of my childhood was interrupted by Greyson giggling. He takes his role as entertainment for Remington very seriously. Right then and there my heart swelled with a thankfulness and gratitude for the moment. For this time in my life. For the memory making. For the adventure I am on. And I couldn't help but smile knowing that this time next year, I will have my own taste tester standing on a stool next to me as this family tradition is carried on to a new generation.

Last year for Christmas my sweet Pop gave me a gift that I will always treasure. Even though his mind isn't fully present anymore, the joy and happiness in giving me this gift was. He had taken a fork and bent it for me. Because after all, that is the trick for perfectly covered chocolate balls. It may not look like much, but to me it meant the world. Whenever I see a bent fork like this, I always think about this family tradition, my sweet Pop and the love of my family.


In case you were wondering, yes, time does indeed fly. And I have proof! :) Greyson is crawling EVERYWHERE and pulling himself up on EVERYTHING. He has the sweetest little personality and his laugh just melts my heart. Oh how I love this boy!



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Dec

A Family Tradition

One of the traditions I most clearly remember from my childhood was cutting down our own Christmas tree with my family. We would get up early in the morning and tailgate at the tree farm with family friends, eating powdered and chocolate donut holes and drinking cups and cups of hot apple cider and coco. The smell of the burning fire wood in the outdoor fire pits along with the scent of fresh cut evergreen was a welcome and familiar smell year after year. We would take the hayride up the hill and walk the rows of trees looking for "the ONE." Every year my sister and I wanted to be the one to find the perfect tree for our family, but I'm pretty sure we didn't have the best view point as the trees towered over both of us as kids. And with all the trees it was easy to forget which one were our favorites, so we would strategically leave articles of clothing throughout the rows... a glove on this one and a scarf on another tree's branch. A hat on this one tree and a mitten on another tree branch a few rows over. I looked forward to cutting our tree down just as much as my birthday and Christmas. Safe to say that not much has changed! :) 
 
Somehow I convinced Chris to go cut down our Christmas tree even earlier this year because, well, I just couldn't wait! This childhood tradition is now a tradition Chris and I have made our own over the years, but this year was extra special.... This year we had Greyson with us. All bundled up looked in awe at pretty much everything with absolute wonder. The oxen, the dogs, the fire pits, the hayride, the rows of trees, the other kids and probably above all else... the snow. Getting our tree each year was so much fun and such an amazing memory, but this year it was the best ones yet. We are making our own family traditions and I am once again seeing things all over again through the eyes of my son. And everything truly is a little more beautiful.

Obviously we still keep the whole eating donuts and hot apple cider part of the family tradition! Obviously. :)

I'm pretty convinced Greyson thought the oxen were just HUGE dogs...



MY BOYS and the loves of my life!


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Nov

Gratefulness and Gratitude

This time last year, our family was gathered for the holiday and prayed over the little one growing inside my baby bump. I remember feeling an overwhelming amount of gratefulness and gratitude for this amazing miracle. And now that Greyson is here, healthy and the happiest of babies, I am still in awe of the incredible blessing he is. 
 
This Thanksgiving I have so many things to be thankful for, but one of the biggest things is my little turkey... I mean duckling. :) I am so thankful for the way he has blessed our lives and changed us for the better. I am thankful for his curiosity and interest in the little wonders of our world. I am thankful for his laughter and pure happiness. I am thankful for his reminder of what is really important. 
 
This Thanksgiving, I feel like I have been given the greatest gift in the world this year and have a thankfulness I can't begin to describe. I thank God every day for the gift of Greyson and this beautiful family of mine. 
 
A bunch of you asked what Greyson was for Halloween and I can't believe I forgot to post a photo!! So here was our little ducking on Halloween! :)

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Oct

Cheerleaders Needed

There needs to be more cheerleaders in the world. People that come along side you and cheer you on... motivate you to keep going. To go further. To tell you you are doing a great job and remind you that you are capable of doing more then you think you are. Yes, the world needs more people like that. Genuine cheerleaders. Because truth be told, there are enough of the other kind. We don't need more people to point at you when you fall, or see you struggling and look the other way. We don't need people that will pick you up and when you are up and standing, look around to see if any one saw their good deed while patting themselves on the back. This world is already fully stocked up on that kind. The world needs true, genuine cheerleaders. Individuals that are not self-serving and help others even though there is nothing it for them. People that will come right next to you wherever you are and encourage you because they truly care about you and your journey. People that will tell you to reach further, fight harder, run faster, and go further then you had imagined.  
 
But in order for there to be more cheerleaders in the world, we each need to be a cheerleader for somebody else. We need to be that person. We need to come along side someone and root them on, telling them not to give up... That they are doing a great job and can do it. That they shouldn't settle for their comfort zone, but should strive to go beyond it. Even if someone is running a good race, everyone has doubts and fears. Fast and slow runners both need encouragement. Everyone needs a cheerleader and to be a cheerleader. The world needs more of those kind of people.

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Oct

Dear Sweet Greyson

Dear Sweet Greyson, 
 
This time last year, I was almost five and half months pregnant and I was finishing up our wedding season. I was LITERALLY counting down the weeks and days until I would meet your sweet face and hold you for the first time. Fall is my favorite time of year, but last year I honestly couldn't wait for it and winter to come and go so it would be the time of year that you would arrive. When my life would change so much for the better. 
 
This fall has been the most beautiful one yet. I have never seen such beautiful colors and such breathtaking details. Because now, now I see it through your eyes. The brightest red leaves need to be picked up and examined. Leaf piles should be walked through so that the crunching sound can be given proper attention. Leaves twirling through the air should be watched as the fall to the ground, one after the next. 
 
Truth is, as cliche as it may sound, everything is that much more awesome and beautiful. You are amazed by the simple wonders all around us, ones that I often pass by without notice. But you, you are intrigued and get so excited by the simplest things... the little things. It's an outlook I want to embrace and take to heart more. 
 
My world is more beautiful then I could ever imagine because of you my sweet love. I can't believe you are already 7 months old! 
 
I love you, 
 
Mommy 




This is his mom-I-am-done-with-this-whole-leaf-pile-photo-shoot-thing face. Such a cutie!

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