Dusting off the keyboard

by Katie on November 10, 2014

A few weeks ago, Brandon asked me, “So, are you ever going to blog again, or should I just delete that address from my browser’s memory?”

“Maybe. I hope so,” I said. “It’s just that I used to always get so much material from working with you, but our work is a little more independent now, so it’s hard for me to have things to write about.”

“Um, how about our sweet baby’s entire childhood!?” he asked.

So, point taken.

And now that we have officially survived Rocker 7 Farm Patch Season One, I don’t feel as guilty about taking a few minutes to document some of our favorite moments, however small they may be. Our girl is growing and changing by the minute, and that is worth documenting, just for her to have around someday to see how enamored we are with her, even if we are fumbling our way through this whole parenting thing. At least she will know we had good intentions.

She’s practically talking in full sentences these days, which keeps us laughing and our hearts melting with pretty much every other thing out of her mouth. It’s one thing to hear an innocent little voice repeat some sweet words you have said to her. It’s an entirely new ball game when she comes up with those sweet words on her own. Last week, she rode with Brandon to the farm to spend her day there. As I was buckling her in and telling her goodbye, she said, “Have good day!” Just a few days ago, I went in to retrieve her from her crib after I heard her stirring in there. When I walked up to the side and peeked over at her, she said, “Hi, Mama.” Just two incidents where I’m still not sure how my heart didn’t burst then and there.

But, lest you think it’s all rainbows and unicorns over here, let me assure you she still has a mind of her own. She is incredibly particular about even the smallest of things, the least of which is the exact spot on the couch she has to sit, and the most of which is, well…everything else. We’ve already had our share of laying-on-the-kitchen-floor tantrums around here. Which I think is beginning to scare Brandon, even though he’s missed most of them. They don’t bother me so much, because I usually just leave her there to sort it out and go about my business in another room until my sweet baby returns to the surface. You would think this approach would disappoint her, but so far, it hasn’t slowed them down. It’s just a rough life when your milk doesn’t come in the exact cup you demand, I’ll tell you.

A few funny, but not-so-funny at the same time moments recently:

She intentionally shook some water out of her cup onto the kitchen floor a few weeks ago, then looked up at me and said, “Mommy, clean it.” Um, I don’t think so, Sister. Not going to fly in this house.

During one of our Farm Patch days when I had taken Leyton home for her nap and we were getting ready to return for the evening, I was changing back into the jeans I had worn earlier in the day. She watched me for a minute, then said, “Biiiig shorts. Biiiiig shorts. Daddy shorts?” Kids are nothing if not humbling, that’s for sure.

So anyway, we’re still alive around here, enjoying every sweet moment with our girl, and wishing away some of the not-so-sweet ones, but having fun with all of it. At 21 months, she is an absolute riot and a little bit of a vocabulary rockstar. As always, we couldn’t feel more blessed the good Lord entrusted her to us.


Just hanging out at a winery with her mama, Nana and Papa, during her first trip to College Station.


Our little travel pro on the parking shuttle. Girl isn’t two yet and knows her way around the airport.

She insisted upon “give pun-kin kiss” every time she was in the pumpkin patch at Rocker 7 Farm Patch. IMG_6002

The cutest little owl you ever did see on Halloween 2014.


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