Wednesday, April 2, 2014

Rebuilt

Almost two years ago, I posted about this.

So I thought I'd give you an update. Our church building has been rebuilt, and the doors opened the beginning of March.


It's beautiful, smells new, and has twice the parking.

We are very blessed.

Love,
The Brown-Eyed Girl

Tuesday, March 25, 2014

From the Mouth of a Three Year Old

While playing with a new friend at the park yesterday, Brown-Eyed Boy pointed to me and said, "That's my mommy. She teaches me how to poop."

I could list plenty of other things I do for Brown-Eyed Boy.

But I guess, to him, poop is my defining accomplishment.

At least he's still willing to acknowledge me in public.

Super duper pooper,
The Brown-Eyed Girl

Sunday, February 16, 2014

30 Reasons Why I'm Too Young To Be Thirty

1. I sing Taylor Swift songs at the top of my lungs.

2. I am just as excited for Christmas morning as my three year-old.

3. I own (and love) these:

 
And yes, I bought these long before I had children.
 

4. I can barely ride a bike.

5. I snicker when someone uses the word "duty."

6. I love playing dress-up.

7. I love jumping in fall leaves.

8. I still play "slug bug."

9. I love all things glittery.

10. I doodle and daydream during meetings at work.

11. My favorite books are Young Adult fiction.

12. I can't paint my toenails without getting nail polish all over my toes.

13. I don't know how to dress like an adult.

14. I still buy clothes from the Juniors section. (see #13)

15. I just turned 20 (ok, maybe that was ten years ago).

16. Christmas lights make me giddy.

17. I love jumping in rain puddles.

18. I don't drink "adult beverages."

19. If I didn't have a husband, I would probably still sleep with stuffed animals.

20. I still refer to myself as a "girl" rather than a "woman."

21. I have a ridiculous, insatiable sweet tooth.

22. Sometimes I am still as awkward as a twelve year-old.

23. I own an entire box of My Little Ponies.

24. I don't know how to pronounce grown-up words like "gruyere" and "arugula."

25. I could eat peanut butter and nutella sandwiches for every meal.

26. I have an overactive imagination.

27. My cursive looks like five year-old scribble.

28. I know all the words to "Let It Go." I sing it in the shower. And I sound awesome.

29. I pretend to be a race car when I'm driving.

30. I'm only as old as I feel.

Thirty, flirty, and thriving,
The Brown-Eyed Girl

Tuesday, January 28, 2014

A Day in the Life

I recently stumbled across these pictures Brown-Eyed Boy took with my phone. I didn't even know he had it, but finding them made me smile.

It's like he's giving us a little peek into the day in the life of a three year-old...



 

We start the day with a brisk run. Well, Mommy runs (if you can call it that), while I sit in the stroller eating my Poptart and drinking my chocolate milk. Oh, and seeing how many times I can poke Sister in the face before Mommy notices.

I keep Mommy motivated by telling her to go faster.

Note my Optimus Prime ROBOT toy on my lap. It's awesome.
 
 
When we get home, Mommy takes so long "getting dressed" so she can finally play with me, that I get bored. This is our ceiling fan. It's not even doing anything interesting. Like spinning.

 
Mommy does this A LOT. She calls it "feeding Baby Sister." But I think it's just an excuse to make me wait. For EVERYTHING.

 
Still waiting.

Then we PLAY! I would include a picture, but I was way too busy. And it only lasted for, like, five seconds, before Mommy made some excuse why we had to stop. Like using the bathroom. Or eating lunch. Or "feeding Baby Sister."

 
Here's Mommy. I left out most of her face, but that's because it's not important.
 

After making me choke down my peanut butter and chocolate sandwich, Mommy lets me watch a movie. Look at my collection.

I watch my movie for a while, but then I realize Mommy has left the room and she probably misses my face.

She would be so bored without me.

The end because I got bored with taking pictures,
The Brown-Eyed Boy

Thursday, January 2, 2014

Just So You Know...

I realize my blog has taken a backseat in the last few months. I even missed its third birthday!

Sorry, blog.

Happy belated birthday.

I expect that life will continue to be life in 2014 and I probably won't blog as much as I would like. Lots of things take priority right now.

But for those of you still following this blog (if there is anyone still following this blog), I will stop by and say hello as often as I can.

Love ya,
The Brown-Eyed Girl

Wednesday, January 1, 2014

Happy New Year!

Wishing you a beautiful 2014!

 

Hope it's full of love and hugs!

Love,
The Brown-Eyed Family

Friday, December 20, 2013

The Santa Hat

As I dug through our Christmas boxes a few weeks ago, pulling out decorations and trying to keep all things breakable out of Baby Blue Eyes' grasp, I ran across an old Santa hat with holes cut out of it.

I had to pause.

This hat holds a lot of memories.

The first Christmas I spent with Sultan, I bought him this Santa hat. I cut holes out of it so it would fit over his long horse ears. It was ridiculous and he hated it. I can't count how many times he tossed it off into the dirt.

But I made him wear it every year.


I remember our first Christmas together. It was cold (for Phoenix) and we rode to a nearby Baptist church to take pictures.


That was the beginning of a Christmas tradition.

Humiliating my horse became one of my favorite pasttimes.
 

I was always sure to give him plenty of Christmas treats--carrots, ginger snaps (his favorite), or a warm bran mash with candy cane pieces.

To make up for the Santa hat.

I think he was grateful.

I will keep the Santa hat with our Christmas things, to help me remember.

Missing him,
The Brown-Eyed Girl