A Southern Wedding

This post has been a long time coming. 

Four weeks ago, I got on an airplane with this guy:

(I didn't have a photo of him from the plane)

And this guy:

Bye bye, Seattle. (With his lovey, Penguin)

They were fantastic travelers. We landed at 5:45am in Atlanta, GA. We were pretty much the only people in the airport besides the janitors, and, oh yeah, CHRIS KATTAN. That was a random sighting for sure, and it took everything in me to not yell, "Mango!"

We flew there, (minus Husband and Binker, because Binker doesn't like to fly), so that we could be at my brother's wedding. Now, I love the south, so I was really excited to go on the trip. I had two goals: eat some Chick-Fil-A, and get some genuine southern biscuits and gravy. I am happy to say that I found some delicious biscuits and gravy, and also got to try grits and fried okra. Yay, bonus food items! Sadly though, we were only there for three short days, (one of which was a Sunday, thus CFA was closed that day), so sweet tea with chicken sandwich I did not get to have. Guess that means I'll have to go back sometime!

Anyway, onto the purpose of this post. My brother's wedding. 

It was simply breathtaking. He and his wife, L, were married at a barn that has been turned into a popular wedding location. The setting could not have been more picturesque. Big, lazy trees, fields and fields for the kids to run through, wild flowers blooming all over, and farm animals! The kids had a blast feeding goats and petting dogs. There was even a baby goat, only one week old. After a sweet and touching ceremony, officiated by my brother's pastor friend, Chris, all of the guests made their way into the barn, which had been beautifully decorated by L and her mom; if only I had an ounce of their creativity! They are truly talented. Everyone enjoyed drinks and delicious food, and once the happy couple was introduced, everyone crowded onto the dance floor and partied the evening away.  Here are a few pictures from the wonderful day.

Intimate vows amidst a gorgeous setting

(Photo by Matthew Coughlin)

Love.

Sweet, delicate decorations

Right after the ceremony, flower girl (my niece, MJ), leading the way

Bug and MJ on the big tree swing. She was such a beautiful little flower girl!

Feeding goats

First Dance

My brother dancing with his sweet daughter, MJ

Dancing fools

MJ dancing with Boo 

Bug and MJ. Best friends

It could not have been a more perfect evening. The only people missing were Husband and Binker, but they were with us in spirit. I wish my brother, T, and his lovely bride many, many joy-filled years together. (I think they're off to a good start as they're spending the next two weeks in Paris and then on a Mediterranean cruise!) Congratulations, you guys!

Staying Busy

I just realized it's been over three months since I last posted. My blogging has seriously gone downhill, but I would really like to change that.

Things have been busy at our house. As I write this from our back deck, I am listening to the sounds of my children. Binker, (now five years old!), is playing with an alarm clock I gave him as a preschool graduation gift. Bug, busy as ever, is swinging one minute, then climbing the playset the next, then, faster than I can blink, he is running from one end of our yard to the next. And not-so-little Boo, is going down the "big boy slide" over and over, telling himself to "Go!"

I still can't believe my oldest will be transitioning to kindergarten this September. How did that even happen?! He has made amazing strides this year, his language continues to expand all the time, and he has mastered answering most "W" questions, though we're still working on Why, and How; those are the most difficult since the answers are more abstract than concrete. He is still in speech therapy, with the awesome Miss B, he's finishing up his second session of horse therapy, and he just recently started something called Astronaut Training, which is supposed to regulate his vestibular system, and ease some of his anxiety. I admit I am nervous to watch him leave the preschool he's been at for the last two years. I felt safe there, I knew what to expect, and Binker loved his teachers. There's no doubt though, he has outgrown them. He's such a quick learner; he's reading easily now, and he taught himself addition using one of his favorite toys - a calculator. He is ready for the next step. He will be in the mainstream kindergarten class this fall, which I am very happy about, and then he will use the Assist classroom when he needs a sensory break. The team at the school seems great and competent, and I am hopeful that Binker will continue to flourish.

Bug is starting pre-K in the fall. He is beyond excited to go to school. He's such a social guy, I just know he will love making new friends, and experiencing all the fun activities that preschool has to offer. Plus, they have an awesome playground, which he is most looking forward to.

Then there's Boo. He is really coming into his own little person, with a big personality. He is such a source of joy and comedy. I love watching him follow his brothers, Bug in particular, and try his best to copy everything that they do. He talks all the time, and sings too. His favorite cartoon is Mickey Mouse Clubhouse, and every morning he brings me the TV remote and says, "Mee-kee!"

Husband is still enjoying his job. It's crazy to think that we're halfway through this duty assignment. Three years sounds like a long time when you're at the starting line, but I feel the end rushing toward us now. I've been spoiled with him not having to be on a ship; no duty days, no underways. No deployments. I am worried about how it will be going back to that life; and obviously I worry about whether or not we'll be transferred somewhere. I feel torn about it. This past winter was hard on me, for the first time in my life I grew tired of the overcast skies that define this part of the country. I started to feel the itch to leave, and try something new. If Husband goes back to a ship though, having my family, my friends, and the support base I've got here is so crucial for the times he will be gone. I don't know what the future holds for us, but I know it will be here sooner than I think.


As for me, I've decided to take on a few projects this summer. The first one I completed was updating the boys' bathroom. This weekend I painted the cabinets, and the countertop, using the products by Rustoleum. The finished product looks amazing, I am so happy with it and can't believe the difference it makes. My intention was to "test" it out in the bathroom, and if I liked it, then to do the same thing in the kitchen. The only problem is that I did not realize how labor intensive the process would be, (AND messy!), so now I am trying to decide what to do. Here are some pictures though, for your viewing pleasure.

Original laminate cabinet and countertop

This was after I painted the cabinets (they're hidden under garbage bags), while doing the countertop. I painted the counter with the base coat, then sprayed these decorative stones EVERYWHERE. It took 12 hours for them to dry, then I had to sand, vacuum, sand, vacuum, rinse and repeat, until I got the perfect amount of smoothness. Then it was time for the top coat.

Done!! I love how it turned out, although the picture makes it look darker than it is. The cabinets are now a dark brown (color: Tudor), and the countertop is supposed to resemble granite (color: Desert Sand).

The only thing left I want to do in their bathroom is change the faucet. I'd love to get a dark one to go along with the cabinets and the dark flecks in the countertop. Next up: Staining our deck this weekend. Anyone want to help?!

St. Peanut Butter Jelly Day

St. Patrick's Day isn't a very big celebration at our house, we never do much for it. Last week though, I was walking through Costco and I saw a thing of pre-packaged corned beef, with the seasonings and all. I thought it might be a fun and easy way to take part in the traditional dinner of corned beef and cabbage.

I cooked it in the crock pot all day today, the delicious aroma filling our house. I didn't have any cabbage, so I had substituted with carrots, which I figured the boys would like better anyway. 

At 4:45, dinner was ready. Everyone took their seats at the table and we dug into our food. Mmm, I thought to myself, not bad. It was a bit on the salty side, but I thought that would only make the kids like it more.

Binker was the first to protest.

"I don't like it!"

He's been exerting that preschooler attitude more and more lately, which, is a double-edged sword. I love that he is talking a lot, and sharing his opinions, but it can get a bit exhausting when you spend an entire day being told by your 4 year old that he doesn't want to do anything you tell him.

I tried to encourage him to eat a few more bites.

"I don't WANT corned beef! Take it away!"

I looked at my husband, and sighed. How could he not like it?

Bug was next.

"Mommy, I don't like this," he said, while making a scrutinizing face.

Big sigh. I gave up.

"Binker," I asked, "Do you want corned beef, or peanut butter jelly?" (He NEVER wants a peanut butter and jelly sandwich).

Can you guess which one he chose?

And as soon as I started making a sandwich for Binker, Bug had to have one too. As well as Boo, who eats everything, yet hadn't touched his corned beef.

Around this time, I noticed Husband taking his plate to the sink, the food barely gone. I eyed him suspiciously.

"Oh, it was delicious, I just...found a hair in it, so..." he trailed off. He hovered over me for a minute, then said, "So, honey, we've been together several years now...and you've never made this dish before. Why did you decide to make it?"

I shrugged. "I don't know. I never had it growing up, it's not like a tradition or anything, I just thought it'd be fun-"

"Oh, THANK GOD, it was awful!"

Looks like our St. Patrick's Day dinner will be peanut butter and jelly sandwiches from here on out! 

Magic

Originally published July 24th, 2010. 

I knew a man who was magic personified.
 
Many little kids believe in Santa Claus while growing up, and I was no different. The only difference, is that I had my own personal Santa Claus. I knew he was the real one. His cheeks were always the perfect shade of pink, he wore bells around his wrists, his blue eyes sparkled, and his smile never faded. He was the real deal. I knew all of those Santas at the malls were just helpers, since the real Santa was busy up at the North Pole, getting ready for Christmas. Yet, he was never too busy to visit my brother Tim, and me.

Every year, a couple weeks before Christmas Day, he would show up, always unexpectedly for Tim and myself. Sometimes it was close to bedtime, other times it would be on a weekday afternoon. My brother and I always wanted to follow him out of our house when he left to watch him fly off the roof, being carried away by eight magical reindeer - but my parents always stopped us, the magic wouldn't work if we were watching, they said.

Tim answering the door to one of Santa's surprise visits.

Our Santa was also very crafty, just as Santa should be. He was very good at making things out of wood. One year, my brother had asked for a train set for Christmas, and when he came by for his pre-Christmas visit, he brought Tim a train whistle made out of wood. A few years later, I had asked for a doll house, and when he stopped by a couple weeks prior to the holiday, he brought me a wooden dining room set, perfectly sized to fit in a doll house. It was magical.

There was a brief year when I was a little unsure about this guy, but I came around.

My Santa gave the warmest hugs. He smelled so wonderful too, sweet and pepperminty, just as you would expect Santa to smell. It was better than meeting any movie star or celebrity; I was good friends with the SANTA.

Tim getting a hug from Santa.

Going over my wish list.

So who was my Santa? His real name was Bob Comingore. My mom found him through an ad in the newspaper in 1985, and hired him to play Santa at our house for all of the neighborhood kids. They all got along so well, that he kept up the part, year after year, even coming to visit us each time we moved to a new home, in a new city, no matter how far of a drive it was for him in his red truck (not a sleigh with reindeer).

Bob and his wife, Gloria were probably in their sixties when Bob became our personal Santa Claus. Though they were never able to have children of their own, they loved kids, and after I found out who he really was, they both became like a third set of grandparents to me. I admit, the first time we had them over for dinner as the Comingores, it was a bit strange for me, but Bob had a light and warmth inside of him so enveloping, that I couldn't help but be captivated by his presence. As Santa, Bob brought so much magic and fun to my childhood, and I hope he knew how much he meant to me.

In August 2005, shortly after my brother got married, I wrote Bob and Gloria a letter. I hadn't talked to them in awhile, and I thought they would get a kick out of hearing that the little boy they had known from the time he was three, was now a husband. I never got a response. A few months later, my mom heard from Gloria, and she relayed the sad news that only a couple weeks before I had written that letter, Bob had passed away. I was heartbroken at his passing.

Bob Comingore was a truly special human being; people like him are few and far between. He was just a genuinely kind, warm-hearted person. When I think back on my childhood, having my own Santa Claus, and all of the wonderful memories he gave me is something I will never, ever forget.

Gloria is still alive, and lives in Oregon, near a nephew of theirs. Earlier this year, she mailed my mom a box full of wooden toys that Bob had made before he passed. Most of the toys were little cars, although there was also an adorable wooden airplane that my brother's daughter now has. These wooden toys are so simple, yet they hold so much meaning for me. I can imagine Bob carving them with patience and care, and smiling at the thought of the little children who would enjoy them. I love when my sons play with the cars; I can't wait for the day when I can tell them all about the great man I knew. My only regret now is that Bob never got to play Santa to my own kids, so I am especially grateful for these toy cars, as they are a link from him to my children.

A few years ago, my mom gave me this figurine, to always remind me of the joy my Santa brought to me as a little girl.
I put it out every Christmastime, and whenever I see it, it reminds me of the wonderful man who brought so much magic to my childhood.

Best Friend.

Since Jacob's autism diagnosis, he has made amazing progress in several areas. However, when it comes to playing with others, Jacob still has a ways to go. He rarely interacts with other kids, including his brother and cousin, M, who is around quite often. He will play around them, and talk about them, but does not very often actually play with them. This is called solitary play, and is something that a lot of children with autism struggle with. Being his mom, this concerns me a great deal, because I obviously want him to have friends as he gets older and into grade school. Just the thought of him being lonely, or feeling like an outsider absolutely crushes me. We still have time before he will be in kindergarten, and I hope he will become better at engaging with other kids by that time.

We didn't plan on our first two children being 10 months apart, but obviously we weren't doing much to prevent it. Although in my defense, I didn't think my husband and I were going to be anywhere near each other. We were using that good old-fashioned birth control method known as the U.S. Navy.

I know that many people thought, and some probably still do think, that we're crazy for having kids so close together. I used to wonder sometimes, myself, at the timing of it all, and just figured that God has a purpose for Ryan and he was supposed to be born.

When everything happened with Jacob last year, I found myself feeling extra thankful for Ryan, and the fact that he is so close in age to Jacob. He is Jacob's built-in best friend. He absolutely adores his big brother. He constantly follows him around, and wants to be doing whatever Jacob is doing. His first question every morning is, "Where's Jacob?", and he asks me this several times during the three hours that Jacob is at preschool every day. In our car, Ryan sits in the middle seats, and Jacob is in the backseat. Ryan always turns his head around as far as he can to look behind him, and yell "Jacob! Oh, Jacob!" He loves to give Jacob hugs, and when Jacob tries to get away from him, he laughs and thinks it is a big game. I am grateful that Jacob has this built-in best friend, who will always be there, right behind him, and who will always love him. I also secretly hope that if anyone dares to be unkind to Jacob in school, that Ryan will be right there to defend his older brother. 

I don't feel uncomfortable anymore when people ask me how far apart they are in age. Regardless of what anyone thinks, I know that Ryan was destined to be born, he was part of God's plan. He knew that Jacob would need a buddy to stick by him, through the good and bad times. I still hope and pray that Jacob will improve at his social skills, and that as he gets older, he will have more friends than he can count.

But I feel comfort in knowing that Ryan will always be there for him.

Nine Months!

Boo's hair is getting kind of out of control at this point. Husband and my dad keep teasing me that Boo needs a haircut, but I just can't bring myself to do it! I love his soft, sweet curls. Also, he is getting better at chewing foods now that he has FOUR teeth!

Eight months!

And more and more adorable with every passing day.