Crazytown

Hey guys! I hope everyone’s weekend has been awesome so far!!  Mine’s been a little different than usual. But before I get into that, let’s talk about stuff. For the last nine months, I’ve kept up a schedule of posting 2-3 times per week (usually 3) with various projects and home-related topics, most of which have centered around our home. As mentioned in various places on my site, this blog is my outlet… a DIY diary of sorts to look back on later. For the most part, this schedule has been doable without issue and I’ve continued to be excited/borderline-impatient to publish every post.

But, alas, I’m like many people when it comes to DIY stuff. It kind of ebbs and flows according to life. And lately it’s been ebbing thanks to an uncharacteristic amount of travel. I actually have painted our bedroom chair as alluded to in this Instagram pic (Yep, I’m on Instagram now. Anditrocks.)…

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…but, unfortunately, I haven’t had a chance to style it and take “after” pics yet. So, stay tuned for that.

Anyways, within the past month we’ve traveled twice, which is highly unlike us. And we have another trip planned before month’s end, which is pretty much crazytown in our neck of the woods. Our first trip was to Mexico as described in this post, and over the last few days we’ve been in North Carolina for a memorial at Fort Bragg to honor my brother, Alex (you can read about him in this or this post if you’re new and/or interested).

Memorials are funny things. You want to be happy to be there because your loved one deserves it, but it’s also really hard emotionally to have everything rehashed and fresh. I’ll be honest and say that I was kind of dreading it for the latter reason. In the end, though, I’m really glad I went. I didn’t take a ton of pictures, but I’ll share a few of my Instagram pics from the weekend to give you an idea.

The event was for the families of eighteen fallen solders, whose names were to be engraved in the Memorial for Fallen Special Operations Soldiers. We had a reception to attend the first night, which is where a truly momentous thing happened. Joey and I got a halfway-decent serious picture together….

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I know. I can’t believe it either.

Then, the following day, we had a busy agenda with several events which culminated with the ceremony at the memorial where we finally got to see it…

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As I approached the wall, I gazed at his name, then quickly brushed it with my fingers as I walked away. I had no idea at the time that one of Alex’s teammates had captured the moment…

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It’s an experience that I knew I’d remember, but never expected to have a momento from. I nearly lost it when he sent it to me and am so grateful for his impeccable timing.

I have to say that everything about the weekend was very organized, respectful and interesting. We got to learn a lot about what Alex did out there with his job, which was awesome. He was the senior engineer on the team (and I learned that his actual role was called 18 Charlie) and we got to see the tools that he used and familiarize ourselves with some of his responsibilities. They had some educational exhibits and we got to visit the Airborne & Special Operations Museum to learn about our Special Ops history.

But my favorite part was getting to spend time with Alex’s team….

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This is me, Joey and my parents with the team. Getting to hear stories about Alex and finally putting faces to names was incredible. We had such fun with these guys at dinner after the ceremony and at various points between the more formal events throughout the weekend. It was an experience that I’m truly grateful for.

Seriously… I know you hear things all the time about thanking and appreciating our military. I’ve always felt this way (of course), but even with my brother in the service, it was always kind of an obscure idea in my mind.  After speaking with all these guys, and hearing stories about how it is out there and things they do, I have a completely new outlook and a much grander and more specific appreciation for them. These highly-trained and especially brave men and women who serve our country deserve the type of respect reserved for the greats.  Memorial Day has a whole new meaning to me now.

So, with that said, we have one more trip coming up, then things should be getting back to normal. I have a few smaller projects up my sleeve in the interim, but content may be a little lighter than usual on the DIY side for the next week or two. I appreciate you guys bearing with me and I hope everyone has a happy and safe holiday weekend.

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Superlucas to the rescue!!!

And that’s one.   One of what?  One of the cute things Lucas says.   That’s right… I had to do it.  I had to document these things, because I’ll forget despite my greatest efforts.

And I must remember.  So, I can have blackmail a record for when he’s older.  So, I’m doing it. Right here on my DIY blog.  A total off-topic post about our son’s cuteness.   And, yes, I’m aware that this post may only be entertaining to me, but still… Had to do it. Especially with Mother’s Day right around the corner. 🙂

A few of these are repeats of my Facebook posts, but I wanted them to all be one place. So, sorry if you’ve seen these before.

So, here’s our funny, lovable, busting-with-personality three-year-old (wearing his Daddy’s hat)…

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I love this face.   🙂

And here we go…

Lucas.  He cries for no reason sometimes.

Me: “Why are you crying?”.
Lucas: “I dunnnnnooooo.”

or…

Lucas: “I try to stop crying, but I caaaan’t!” (The funniest part about this is that he says it randomly and with a look of complete and total dumbfoundedness over his inability to stop crying).

or…

Me: “Why are you crying?”,
Lucas: “You mad at me. And I cry. I just wuv you so much!!”  (P.s. I wasn’t mad. I just asked why he got up from bed.)

Lucas.  He hates my singing:

Lucas: “Shhh! Daddy’s sleeping.”
Me: “No he’s not.  He’s washing dishes.”
Lucas:  “Shhh! Daddy’s washing dishes.” (Doh!)

Lucas.  He quotes Seinfeld…

Joey: “Lucas, how’s your dinner?”
Lucas: “The best, Jerry, the BEST!”

Lucas.  He cracks us up even when he’s serious:

“I’m so sorry to you. It’s all my fauwt.” (Insert droopy head with pathetic expression)

Me: “Lucas, you wanna do yoga with me?”
Lucas: “No, because I not a girl anynore.” (Ummmm…..) (…and that’s not a typo… Anynore=Anymore)

Lucas.  He’s a hungry guy:

“I like footballs and basketballs and MEATBALLS!!!!

or…

Lucas: “Can I have more cookies?”
Me: “No more for today, buddy.”
Lucas: “But, I want more cookiesIloveyou.”  (Insert puppy-eyes)  Good effort, son.  Nice.

Lucas.  The superhero:  

“Come on, Papa.  Lets go save someone!”

or…

“When I six, I fix everyfing. Because I’m SUPERMAN-FIRETRUCK!!!”

or…

During breakfast one morning…
Lucas: (panicked) “Mommy! Mommy! Where’s my cape??!”
Me: “I took it off you last night before you went to bed. Ill get it after you finish eating.”
Lucas: (eyes tearing up) “But…” (Insert quivering boo-boo lip) “But… I can’t fly wivvout my cape.”
Me: (drops everything) “I’ll get it now.”

Lucas.  He’s a smart guy:

Joey: “What time is it?”
Me: “I dunno.”
Lucas (at 2 years old): “It’s time for a clock!”

or…

“Good driving, mommy!”  (…said no one ever before him.  Bless you, son.)

Or (…my personal favorite. I know. What beats the driving one??)….

“I like you. You knows everyfing.” Yep. Yep, that’s right. Yep, he said that to me.

Lucas.  Always the gentleman:

Lucas (at the dinner table at 18 months old): (BUUUUURP!!)
Joey: “Say excuse me.”
Lucas: “Cue Kee!” (FAKE BURP SOUND!!)
Me: “Not at the table, buddy.”
Lucas: (disappointed expression)…(pause)… Then, he screams “FART!”

or…

He runs out of our bedroom with a bra around his belly screaming “I no touch boobies!” (Yes, this is an ongoing conversation about personal space.  He improvised by incorporating undergarments. We’re working on it.)

Lucas.  He’s totally random…

(Mac talking on the phone with my mom)  Lucas interrupts with: “Is that Jake from State Farm?”

Lucas: “Daddy, you have whiskers!”
Joey: “I do. Where are your whiskers?”
Lucas: “They gone.”
Joey: “Where’d they go?”
Lucas: “They go to Walmart.”

Lucas.  He’s a practical guy:

Me: “It’s cold outside. You have to wear a hat.”
Lucas:  “I don’t wanna wear a hat. I just wanna wear my head.”

or…

“I don’t wanna go to sleep.  I just wanna wake up.”

or…

(Lucas being loud)
Joey: “Lucas, Shhhhhhh!”,
Lucas: “Why? Who’s sleeping?”

Lucas.  He may have been born in his thirties:

Me: “After your nap we can go get some ice cream!”
Lucas: “Okay, but chocolate will keep me awake.”

or…

Papa: “Lucas, can I borrow your car?”
Lucas: “You kidding me, man?”  (The respect for adults conversation is also ongoing.  But this cracked my dad up to no end because it was so unexpected.)

or…

Me: “Lucas, you need anything?”
Lucas:  “No, I fiiiiine.”  (He says this all the time… I just never wanna forget it.)

or…

Tony: “Can I have a hug?”
Lucas: “Well… (pause) It’s up to you.”

Lucas.  He’s a loving guy:

Gramma: “Lucas, do you like edamame?” (pronounced edamommy)
Lucas:  “Yes! And I like daddy too!”

or…

“Here’s a rock, mommy. JUST FOR YOU.”

or…

“Daddy don’t go to work. Because I love you.”

or..

“I love Jesse. I go to Oregon. ”

Lucas. He knows what’s up…

Me (In November, as we drove through my parents neighborhood): “Lucas, who are the flags for?”
Lucas: “Uncle Alex!”
Me: “Why?”
Lucas: “Because he’s a hero!!” (Damn straight, kid.)

Glossary of Terms:

Ma-Shake-ahs = marrachas

Skunkly  Snuggly Sungalee Stinklee = slinky

Ant mill = Oatmeal

Pajah-meees = Pajamas

Compruurrurr = computer

Bruuubuury = blueberry

Banklet = Blanket

Maffles = Waffles

Rester-o-haunt =Restaurant

Nanilla = Vanilla (which (fun fact!) is how I used to say it when I was his age)

I’m sure there are many more that I’m forgetting, but it’s a start.   I’m sorry to say that I never kept a baby book.  I just never was organized enough to make it happen at the time.  Probably the new mom, sleep-deprived thing (although, given the percentage of sleep-deprived moms who actually do keep a baby book, I have no excuse).  So, I thought I’d pepper in some memorable posts like these that I’ll want to look back on later.

So, tell me… what cute things do your kids say?