2 years and 364 days old

I couldn’t sleep this morning and only mommy’s know why. Tomorrow is the birth day of my first born, Kman. Geez. Three whole years have past. They have gone by quickly at times and s-l-o-w during the harder terrible two’s phase that every child must go through (for some reason). I have grown as a parent, as a mommy, as a genuine person. Having children changes you. It changes everything about you. The perspective you have on life is now altered. Any love you have is expelled onto this little bundle of joy and you want to kiss them a billion times a day (which I still do), and you pray and hope that you are doing the best job. I can say now, that after raising my little baby boy these past three years I feel confident as a mommy and know that everything I have instilled in him, taught him, love on him, hug him, and guide him is showing with loud colors of blue and green. Being a stay at home Mom is no piece of cake, but with age my patience has grown and things are slowly getting easier. Juggling Noah, a 16 ½ month old babe, and Kellan a 2 years and 364 days old little dude is challenging. But like every challenge that I attack, I meet it head on and with my determination- I get the job done. My Mom tells me, “ya gotta pull up your big girl panties” and when I am having a hard day or think no other mom has done this before, how do I possibly do this, how can I go on (being all dramatic), I think of my Mom. I think of my sister. What would they do? Sometimes you just gotta suck it up, take a breath, and get movin’. These two women have shown me what it takes to be a mom. A good Mom. My Mom has raised five children and we are all loving, gentle-natured & intelligent people of society. All you can do as a mom is truly believe that you are doing the best. I believe that.

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I love you my sweet Kellan Atwood, you were our surprise gender baby and I couldn’t have been more excited than when your Daddy looked at me and said, ‘We have a Kellan.’ You are my angel. You are my everything. Tomorrow is your birth day and it was one of the best days of my life.

Love you always & forever, Mommy xxoo

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“We will we will potty time yeah, potty time yeah!”

What’s been new in my life?  A lot.  Tuesday = 10 things, so let me get down to it.

  1.  Noah is officially a walker.  I would say he walks about 80% of the time, and crawls 20% of the time.  Since he only weighs 24 pounds, he looks tiny walking around like a big boy.  It is adorable though.  Truly adorable.
  2. Since we are on the topic of weight, K-man is up to 38 pounds.  I had been rattling off to people he weighed 50 pounds, I was clearly way off.  But try lifting him up and down, multiple times a day & your arms will feel like they are gunna fall off too.  I do not need to tone my arms up any, I am happy about this.
  3. A personal goal set for myself was made a few weeks ago.  Since then, I have been working out five times a week (elliptical, yoga or weight training), and I feel more energized now than I have in a while.  Obviously this will continue.  Love those feel-good hormones a’flowin.
  4. Can not wait for the time when we will be baby gate free.  In a few months I am hoping…
  5. Need to get my car washed.
  6. Noel is back doing his Finley trips every week.  Mommy no likey.  But, it is a must for his orchards to stay in tip-top shape, so pruning it is.  I will be grateful when this work is done for a while.
  7. Debating on bunk beds or just a “big boy” bed for Kellan… what’s your choice on this?  Why?
  8. Got both boys their passports, so we will be planning a family vacation this year sometime, yay!!
  9. Animal Hoarders… seriously… so sad and wrong.  Do not watch it if you are eating food.
  10. We are in potty-training mode.  Our song?  “We will we will potty time yeah, potty time yeah!”  (Sing that to the tune of “We will we will rock you!”, it’s a hockey song peeps… that’s right.)



Have a beautiful Tuesday friends!

[below are photographs of an afternoon of easel painting. taken on January 2, 2014.]








he’s number 9

Since I absolutely adore Christmas and all the fun activities and events that go along with this special holiday, I thought to myself “why not?”  Why not decorate our door into a snowman?  Why not start a new tradition with our little Elf?  Why not spend $384 every year on new Christmas lights?  Why not get a real tree that fills our home with a wonderful pine smell?  Why not get Kellan an advent chocolate calendar?  Our home is a Christmas fairy land.  I love it!  So, why not?  Why not decorate gingerbread men?  Oh yes, we did.  Love.

One more little thing to add- after Kellan had finished decorating his gingerbread man he looked up at Noel & myself and said, “this my gingerbread man, he’s number 9”… oh yes lil boy.  He wants his gingerbread man to be number 9 because his Uncle Conlan represents that number on the ice.  He just loves his Uncle’s.  He melts my heart every day.  The love he has for his family is truly just the sweetest thing.  & what my favorite holiday is all about.  He gets me.  I dig.

{December 15, 2013}

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keep on a’rollin

About a month ago we celebrated Noah’s first birthday.  Yesterday we watched him take his first steps.  We are so proud of our little guy.  Love is all we got for you lil boy!

[Photographs taken from Noah’s birthday]








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This past weekend we got an invite from my parents to attend the Wenatchee Wild hockey game.  Of course we gladly accepted.  It was my first time in one of the infamous “suites” that our local arena offers to watch the game.  My boys had a blast!  It was an experience I will never forget, and I know my boys won’t quite remember it, but they will see these photographs from the night and will be happy they were part of it too.  My family makes me smile, laugh, enjoy living in the “moment”, and the memories just keep on a’rollin.  Mommy likey.

[Photographs taken from Wild game]

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{There is a game called Chuck-A-Puck where you throw rubber pucks out on the ice during 2nd-3rd period intermission, and try to get your puck on the “bullseye” right in the center of the ice… Conlan won with this throw!}

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honorary Red Wing

We had quite the outing yesterday.  For a few weeks now Noel and I have been talking about getting Kellan a pair of his very own hockey skates.  So we decided yesterday was the day we were gunna get our lil boy some blades.  He tried on two pairs and we settled on some beginner skates.  We also bought some black blade guards so he could wear them in the house and get used to the feel of them.  After putting them on (at home) we let go of his hands and he started gliding by himself on the carpet.  Then Kellan promptly asked us for his hockey stick.  Okay lil dude.  I was impressed.  Noel looked at me and said proudly “he was born for it”… I couldn’t help but beam and smile.  Kellan might sign with Detroit, who knows, but for now he is an honorary Red Wing in our home.

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That just happened.

Cherry harvest.  This major summer event is about to come to a close.  I will have my husband back home again, he won’t have to wake up at 3:30am, our little boys will get to spend more time with him, hopefully Noah will start crawling soon to show Daddy what he can do, Kellan’s rough-housing partner will be back, and I will get to slow down a bit.  Keeping our home ‘up and running’ takes a lot of effort.  And let me tell you I am wiped out.  This occurs every summer, because yes, we have cherry harvest every single summer.  I know what to expect, but it doesn’t get any easier.  However, seeing how hard my husband works makes me a proud wife.  I hope our boys have this work ethic; I admire it so.


Today marks Noah’s birth from 9 months ago.  Oh my.  While enjoying every single milestone in his life, I still can’t believe some times that I have two children.  Kids.  2 sons… I remember his birth day so vividly.  And ahh yes, it seems like only yesterday when I was one of five children, being brought up by my parents and thinking about my own family (while playing with Barbie’s), that what I had wished for my entire life came true.  Lucky.  Blessed.  Call it what you will, coincidence?  Feeling very fortunate that both of my boys are healthy & happy every day makes me feel good inside.

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My sweet Noah’s second tooth popped through about six days ago.  He is the happiest baby I have ever seen, and this darn tooth made him a bit cranky or whiny for a few days, but now he is back to his old self.  He is not meaning to bite me when he nurses, I think he just gets so excited, but we are still on our weaning journey.  Nursing in the morning and at night (my favorite), making sure he is fulfilled throughout the day with a bottle, pureed foods, water and his teething biscuits.  Definitely a good eater, like his big brother.

No crawling yet.  Although this morning he did a butt scoot.  His feet were in front of him (how he sits in his Bumbo chair), and he sort of scooted using his butt.  Hard to explain what this looks like but let me assure you it was cute none the less.  I would say any day now he will be a crawler.

He makes this cute smacking noise with his lips.  Pretty much melts my heart.  When he gets excited about something or feeling proud, he does this.  He has found his voice as well.  Making consonant sounds such as ‘ga ga ga’ or ‘ba ba ba’



Big brother Kellan has become quite the helper.  From putting away the dishes, to helping push the laundry through (from the washer to the dryer), to getting little brother a toy, he is such a good boy.  Something I have thought about doing for a while now has started as well.  Kellan is 28 months old, not quite 2 ½ but I wanted to give him the best jump start to school as possible.  I had fond memories of doing these things with my Mom (learning activities and crafts), so I wanted to do them with Kellan.  I went out and bought a Pre-K activity workbook.  He loves it!  I don’t think he understands the meaning behind it, or why he does this every day with Mommy, but I make it a big deal.  Like it’s a reward, something happy, something exciting.  I ask him “Do you want to get your workbook?”, he replies, “WORKBOOK!!”, yes just like that.  All happy and eager to learn.  Noel and I want him to be part of the Wee Wild Cats Pre-School in the fall of 2014, so this is a good way for me to teach him a little bit of what he will be learning every day at Pre-School.  One of the requirements for Wee Wild Cats is to be fully and completely potty trained.  Hahaha.  I just have to laugh.  We will get to it.  By September of 2014, he will be almost 3 ½ years old.  I just have to say to myself, I can do this.  We were doing really well, it seemed like potty training was headed in the right direction.  Then for some reason he reverted back, which is fine, we are not in a rush.  Patience is key when potty training.  Luckily I have a lot of it, and do not want to push him into doing something he is not ready to do quite yet.  All in good time.

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Looking forward to fall already.  I am not a summer gal.  The heat is not okay.  Only thing is, is that when we are on vacation I love the sun.  Probably because I can enjoy the rays from inside a pool ordering a virgin Miami vice.  But this year we planted pumpkins in our garden (small pumpkins for fall decorations & large carving pumpkins for Halloween), so this makes me extra eager for fall.  It looks as though we will have quite the bounty, we shall see though.  You never know what could happen to my garden in the next few months.  With the weather we have been having lately (hail, rain, heat, wind, thunder/lightening storms) who can really say as to what our fall season will be like this year.  But, looky here: pumpkin pie, pumpkin seeds, pumpkin bread, pumpkin everything folks.  Oh, did I mention that hockey starts again in the fall.  Yeah, that’s right.  One more reason to be excited for those red-orange-yellow leaves dancing in the air, falling to the ground, getting ready for us to jump head first into huge leaf piles… wow.  That just happened.

Have a beautiful Wednesday friends.


One day at a time.

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Every Wednesday from about 9:45am till around 3pm my Mom graciously watches Kellan.  He gets excited knowing he will see his Nana, Grandpa & Uncles.  They shower him with so much love and his one-on-one time alone with them makes me smile.  It puts my heart at ease for those hours.  I know he is well cared for, his diaper will get changed, his tummy will get plenty of snacks & lunch, and his eyes will see how much his family loves him.  Because Kellan was an only child for 19 months of his life, I miss giving him that time.  Luckily, my family lives in the same town as we do and he does get spoiled.  Spoiled with love.  That is how I was raised.  It wasn’t about presents, it wasn’t about money, it wasn’t about getting a new toy every time we went to the store or even letting us kids run wild… we were kissed daily, told “I love you” constantly, and my parents helped guide and taught me lessons that I now teach my son.  I feel like a wise parent.  A Mom who knows what is best for my children, even if they don’t know it.  A Mom who kisses my little boys from the moment they wake up in the morning until the last “I love you, have sweet dreams, we love you…” as we walk out the door when putting them down for the night.  We have structure at our home.  There are many rules.  And yes, we have given spankings.  (I am not afraid to say this.  Every parent deals with discipline differently.  Spankings work in this house.  Time outs might work for other families.)  I try to not “shelter” them in any way.  I want them to learn, make mistakes, grow and understand things and obstacles just like I did growing up.  But I want them to know that I will love them unconditionally.  No matter what.  They are my life.  I give every ounce of my being to them during the day.  I am a present parent.  Yes I am a stay-at-home Mom, so I do “run the ship” at our home.  Even Noel says, “Momma’s the boss.”  Thank you hunny.  Even though I might be Boss Lady, I try to weigh it out evenly with my love for all three of my boys.

Being a good parent, a good Mom is something that I wanted my entire life.  I saw how my own Mother was with us, raising five children.  Carly, Alex, and I all have college degrees.  Lachlan is going to college, and my youngest brother Conlan will be a Junior at Wenatchee High this fall.  We were taught that education is important.  We were taught how to be a reliable employee.  We were taught right from wrong.  Although not always abiding by my parent’s rules, hey, we were all teenagers once.  We learned from it.  I feel like the 27 years I have been alive, I have done quite a lot.  I am a recovering alcoholic, I am a wife, I am a Mother to two sweet boys, and I have enough strength in me to keep on going day after day.  Some days feel like they last forever.  Some days they don’t.  My weeks usually even out.  I might have a real struggle day, meaning patience-wise, and the next two weeks go pretty darn smooth.  I know my limits, I know what my boys need 24/7, I know what their cries or whines mean, and I know what to give them at a moment’s notice.  I feel a true connection to them.  Every Mom might not have this with their children, but thankfully my bond with my boys just keeps on a’growin.  Happiness.

Kellan Atwood is my first born.  He will always be.  I can’t even count how many kisses I give him every day.  How many “I love you” ‘s I say throughout each day.  But I can remember looking into his eyes the moment our eyes first met and realizing that yes, this is what I am.  I am a Mother.  I am your Mother.  I will do anything and everything for you always.  Noah Munro came 19 short months later.  It has been extremely challenging, balancing the two of them, spreading my love to each.  However now that we have hit our groove, I can say with ease this is right where I am supposed to be.  Every day, at home, guiding my two little men to be the best they can possibly be.  Being proud, as a parent, is the most rewarding gift I have ever received.  So, I thank you Mom & Dad for teaching me everything I needed to know.  As many tears, as many “we need to have a talk” conversations which usually ended up in me being grounded, as many times I had disappointed them, had them sleep with one eye open, struggled with guiding me down the right path, you both have done your job.  & you have done it well.  I am proud to have become a wife to an amazing man and a Mommy to my sweet angels.  Parents help mold you into the person you become.  My parents made me the best Katie I could ever be.  Noel saved me.  & my two lil’ boys keep me grounded.  People ask me often, “How do you do it?  What is your higher power?” …I will tell you that when I first entered treatment, I didn’t have a whole lot of faith left in me, my higher power was Noel.  And still is.  Only now I have two more names to add, Kellan & Noah.  Every day is different, but my foundation is the same.  One day at a time.

God, grant me the serenity to accept the things I cannot change, the courage to change the things I can, and the wisdom to know the difference. –Serenity Prayer from Alcoholics Anonymous

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