7QT: Due Date, Feast Day, Birth Day?

1. Happy Feast Day of Saint James the Greater

Daniel’s confirmation saint. He is said to be one of the first martyrs partly believed to be because he had such a “fiery temper” and Jesus gave him and his brother John the nickname of “Sons of Thunder”.

2. Because who would say no?

A couple weeks back I got asked by friends over at Petunia Pickle Bottom if I would want to do an interview and little photo shoot at the farmer’s market for this new series they’re doing called, Motherhood Moments. So duh, I agreed. You can check it out over on their blog.

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Our Story Part 1: School-Age Romance

As our 5 year anniversary approaches, I want to share bits of our journey to marriage.

Part 1: School-age Romance

Part 2: Dating, Engagement, + Marriage



Middle School

Daniel aka Wilber (as he was called throughout middle school and high school) and I met in September 2001 on the first day of middle school. We were in the same homeroom, but I don’t remember our first encounter. It apparently wasn’t “love at first sight”.

Coming into middle school was a big transition for me because 6th grade was really difficult on the friend front with mean things like friends deciding they just weren’t going to be your friend anymore for no reason or the ones you did have were going to a different middle school, so once I got to 7th grade, I only had a friend or two that carried over.

Daniel on the other hand seemed to always be surrounded by people, especially 8TH GRADERS! He was friends with the popular group, the nerds, the Christians, you name it.

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7QT: Messes, Trips, Car Seats, Pregnancy, blah blah blah.

1. Just 2 boyz

Atlas is a monster. He is just so messy with everything he does! I know, he’s 15 months old. Oliver was always pretty orderly, still is. Ollie will play outside for a little bit and come inside complaining that he is just a little bit too sweaty and needs a break and will want to cuddle me or read a book or something else sophisticated.


Atlas, however, picked the seeds out of his jam this morning and rubbed it into his neck rolls while throwing extra bits of biscuit all over while screeching. Last night I had to throw them in a quick bath before bed (not part of our usual day-to-day routine) because Atlas poured dirt onto his head and somehow managed to cover every little nook in his ear with soil. I completely understand that this is normal toddler behavior, it’s just funny that there’s this whole new area of parenting I get to experience. Reminds me of some article or blog post I read somewhere (I swear it was real) of how sad it is when people say to parents of one boy and one girl that they are lucky to have one of each suggesting that there is one type of boy and one type of girl, or even if you have 2 of the same gender that it’s a bummer that you got 2 of the same. How untrue!

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