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Friday Faves: Home Edition (for the millionth time)

Hi! Happy Friday! This Friday Favorites is brought to you by the fact that I still have not hung a single thing on our walls. Like, not one. Actually, no, last week I hung out our paper towel holder because paper towel on the counter makes me crazy. But since then, not a single thing. Why, guys? Why is this so hard?! Could it be because we’ve lived in four houses in the past year? (*laugh crying*) I think I have anxiety about not liking where I hang things, which is sensible since you obviously can’t move something after it’s hung up.

*facepalm*

This post was actually meant to go up a week ago, and I’m writing this in advance, but I bet even though five days have passed, I still have not hung anything.

Mayyyyybe something will happen this weekend. If not, next week is the week, guys! I solemnly swear I will hang up one thing. Anyways. Here are some things that inspire me, or some things that eventually I can picture having in the house!

(P.S. I swear I’ll get back to beef posts eventually, but right now I’m enjoying things being light around here, those beef posts can take a long time to research and put together!)

Favorite Curtain Idea: Basketweave curtains. We have a *lot* of windows in this house, and while I don’t think they all need curtains since they all have really nice wood plantation blinds, there’s a lot of unalleviated brown and so I’d like to break it up a bit with something, and I don’t have enough curtains to go around. I like the idea of making something like this that look like curtains but aren’t! While silk (dupioni is my favorite fabric of all time) would be the most perfect, it’s silk. I have two children. I live in a ranch house. Wildly impractical, and I think I’d go crazy! I think a heavy jersey would be beautiful (and then I don’t have to sew it, haha), so maybe I’ll start slowly accumulating enough!

basket weave curtains
Favorite “Big Art” Idea: Engineering Prints + Bulldog Clips. We have engineering prints to go above our bed, but four moves later they’re looking a little rough, and I love how these ones look! I love the idea of being able to change out the picture every few months until we decide on something permanent. Major bummer, though–I submitted my order on OfficeDepot.com yesterday for two large prints, and they just called and said they won’t do them because “engineering prints are not suitable for pictures.” Ugh. So, Staples it is, hopefully. I’ve never had trouble ordering them before! The blog poster used Kinko’s, but you have to pick it up in the store and the closest store is 3 hours away. #ruralprobs. Who wants to pick up one of these and mail it to me?
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Favorite Yes-It’s-Mass-Produced-But-I-Don’t-Care: Hobby Lobby Steer Pictures. I have my eye on some really beautiful cow photographs/art that I want to save up for, but I have a major weakness for cow pictures and we don’t have any! I found these while I was looking for a knob for Wacey’s dresser during a sale, and they were both 50% off! Wacey came in while I was looking and asked if the longhorn one could go in his room, so I added it to the cart! It’ll get hung up by the time you go to Kindergarten, I promise.
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longhorn

Favorite Fluffy: Tufted Ottoman. We need an ottoman. I like this ottoman.
tufted ottomanFavorite Cozy: Pendleton Blanket. For years, I have wanted a Pendleton blanket to go on our bed. I still don’t 100% know which one I want, but this one is in the running! I’d like something that will go with my ideal room color (Revere Pewter duh) and the color we’re stuck with for the foreseeable future (tan–we aren’t allowed to paint this house. Please do not get me started. To be fair, it’s an okay tan. But it’s still tan. For the record, we do not need any more brown in the state of New Mexico).  Our bed is black, our bedding is white (our walls are tan….) and this blanket would look spiffy on the foot of our bed! Also in the running: this black and white one, and this less neutral one.
pendleton blanket
Favorite DIY: Ladder hanging rack. One intentional reason I don’t go to hanging things right away is that I want to see what we need, how the house functions, and how we live in it. One thing that I absolutely need is a hanging rack in the laundry area. When you walk in from the porch (the door we use the most), to the left is a hallway to the mudroom/pantry, and the washer and dryer are right there, too. I want to find a short wooden ladder, and put it on hinges so I can fold it down when I’m doing wash, and fold it back up so it’s not constantly in the way in such a small space. I’d hang it overhead like this, but we have high ceilings and I’m 5’3″ and pretty much everyone we know is…not. It would be like Gandalf in Bilbo’s house. Anyways, I’m going to check at my favorite junk store in town whenever we’re there next to see if there’s a ladder calling my name. I’m painting it pink, ps.
ladder
Favorite (ish) Paint Color: Blue Gray Mint something. I have two chairs from Ikea in the dining room where the boys’ boosters are. They are both unstained pine. They are both disgusting since we’ve had them for years and the boys eat things like blackberries. I need to paint them. I have paint indecision. I have narrowed it down to two colors: this one, and a navy. I like this one better, but I already have navy. We shall see.
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Here it is! Follow me on Instagram to stay updated, aka I’m using Insta to hold myself accountable. I’m really getting the itch to get things done, so maybe my frustration at bare (tan) walls will finally boil over and I’ll get going? Pray for me.

Happy Friday, I hope you have so much fun stuff planned–for the second weekend in a row, we do! Who are we?!

 

 

 

 

Family · Personal

It Won’t Be Like This Forever.

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Hi! It’s Monday!

Duh.

Before I get going, I want to extend sympathy to those of you who are battling the absolute horrendous heat! I feel for you. If you want to come visit, our high this week is 76 degrees. Wacey has bunk beds.

Anyways, how was your weekend? Ours was pretttty darn good. We took the boys to the ranch rodeo in town on Saturday afternoon, and gosh ranch rodeos are one of my favorite things. I miss when Bert used to ranch rodeo all summer, hopefully next summer he can get a team together and they can enter some! Wacey spent the whole time eating, commentating, and being reallllly into the broncs, Lord help us.  Buster spent the whole time throwing things down the bleachers and trying to escape and smiling at random people. Yesterday we started slow, drove around, checked water, found a broken water line, came home, and then Bert and Wacey went out to fix it while I stayed home and did chores during Buster’s nap. It was a pretty big leak but they got it sorted and all is well in the world.

I even had time to tidy up and throw a load or two in the wash so we’re not waking up to absolute mayhem tomorrow which is so sweet. Basically, it was a great, fun, low-key weekend and ohhhh boy I needed it.

I’m in that busy, full, Groundhog Day-esque season in my mamahood journey, and it’s been hard to not feel frustrated with how little I actually accomplish some days. The boys are also at two notoriously ah…trying ages. Wacey is just shy of 3 1/2, so he knows everything, has lots of big feelings, and some of those big feelings are not-so-nice ones directed at his brother and us. Buster is almost 16 months, so he’s big and mobile and has very little sense but a lot of curiosity, and a very good idea about how to antagonize his brother.

Do not get me wrong. I have two amazing children. Even on their worst days, I still feel lucky to be their mama, and their worst days really aren’t all that bad. They’re filled with a lot of tears but a lot of laughter and sweet moments, too. But the gratitude has been a little lost in the fights and the crying and the protests and the repetition lately. My own heart has been struggling a little bit, and I really didn’t like how I was mothering, or wife-ing, or being.

So, I took a step back.

It’s still hard, guys. I still lose my cool, I still wish for more hours in the day, I still wish I had more help so I was able to chase my own dreams a little harder. But I know this is just a season, a really short one, and before too long my biggest kid is not going to be happy to sit by the pens, playing in the dirt with a stick while we work cattle. He’s not going to look up at me and my camera and say “Hi, mom mom!” He’s not going to ask me to “carry you?” or get a huge kick helping make a “butter sammich.”

So, I’m going to take more pictures, soak up more moments, and breathe a little deeper because even though it’s hard and the days feel soooooo long sometimes, in my heart and in my brain I know these days are fleeting.

You know, though: I kind of hate when people say that, because sometimes it feels like people are covering up how hard parenthood can be and are saying that it’s all fine because your kids aren’t babies forever and that their parenthood journey is always serene and beautiful and full of grace. Trite laid right on top of photoshop sandwiched between two big slices of “ha, nope!”

Let me tell you what: it’s not always fine, and most days around here involve at least one wreck. Buster has scratches on his face because I can’t get between him and Wacey fast enough, but he’s learned to retaliate by hitting Wacey square in the nose which is just peachy. We have wash that hasn’t been put up, not a single thing is hung on the walls, and 5/7 days a week I don’t change out of workout clothes because why? My temper can be short. I do my dream-chasing and working in the margins of my day, and I hate that I don’t have a better version of myself to devote to those things. I am not my best self right now, not even close, and that’s showing in my mothering and wife-ing. But, guys, it’s okay. I know this. Every day is a new day, and every day has so many fun things in between the trainwrecks, and we have plenty of Neosporin. It won’t be like this forever. There is grace in these days of raising young children (for the Bible tells me so), and it’s fine that we’re a little bit of a mess. It’s getting better. Every single day. In large part because I know that there are seasons when things feel hard and when I’m not my best self because I’m human, and even in my hardest seasons I’m still so, so lucky. I have so much gratitude, but I’m also really tired. Right? Is that a thing?

It won’t be like this forever.

Parenthood is so bittersweet.

Maybe that’s why everything in my house is so sticky.

 

Celebrate · Family

Happy 4th!

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Happy 4th! Or rather, happy Day After The 4th! Or rather rather, “It Can Now Be Fall.”

Oh come on, you knew that was coming.

Anyways.

We had a blast yesterday! I was going to start this post by saying “OMG I’m the worst blogger/mama/documenter of our lives because I’m terrible about taking pictures,” but you know what? I took some! I didn’t take enough, and we never got one of us all together (#2019 goals) but I did get some and I even brought my real camera!

Anyways.

We have never done much for the 4th, but I’m trying to change that because it’s such a fun holiday! Neither one of us grew up with families that really went nutso for it (which is totally fine), but I kind of want to be nutso? Can I be a First Generation 4th of July Nutso?

I hope to maybe someday work up to that level. If you’re reading this and we’re friends, let’s go nutso together next year. 

Yesterday was pretty low-key, but for us it was practically the Royal Wedding because Bert took most of the day off and even came to town! Bert left the ranch, guys!

We took the boys to lunch where they behaved like angels and Wacey ate food. I am not kidding. Wacey ate restaurant food and enjoyed it, which is a big deal since he’s currently in a Picky 3-Year-Old phase, and Buster didn’t even throw much on the floor. Basically, it was magical. Bert was even on board for swinging past Starbucks, bless him, so we got to chat on the way home with two sleepy babes in the backseat and a coffee in my hand and oh, my stars.

After lunch, coffee, and a leisurely drive home, we camped out for naps and rest time, and then turned right back around and went to the rodeo (after turning off some water, feeding some horses, you know, the usual stuff that always happens when you’re going anywhere with a rancher). It’s such a treat to live close enough to town now that we can take a break in the middle of the day and go home if we want!

We got to the rodeo early enough to get a great parking space (is there anyone else who gets so much satisfaction out of this? You know, close but not too closer so you’re not having to hike to get there but you can still get out easily when it’s over?) and get a good place to sit (another love language of mine).

The rodeo was pretty good, and the fireworks afterwards were great. I love a good firework show, and I love that in small towns we don’t have to fight crowds of thousands of people to see one! Wacey absolutely loved it, Buster got scared and held on to me for dear life (which, let’s get real, I will take any day because baby snuggles) but still watched the show, so maybe next year?

So, we’ll count this as a success, and I’m already scoping shirts for next year.

Happy Mondayest Thursday, it’s pouring rain here (Hallelujah!) and I’m going to go finish the pan of 4th of July Rice Krispies because ‘Merica.

 

On The Ranch

The Pokey Little Puppy

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We’ve got a new buddy!

This is Poke, like Cowpoke, and he’s so freakin’ cute!

He was mostly a surprise that Bert showed up with yesterday evening, but not completely a surprise because I knew he was hoping to find a decent pup in the next while since one of his working dogs died last week, and his remaining working dog doesn’t love to work alone. A family friend who lives down the road had a litter recently, and gave Bert a pup to replace the dog he buried last week.

(He actually tried to give Bert two, but we currently have a One Puppy at a Time rule.)

Pokey is half Black Mouth Cur, half Kelpie/McNab/Collie, and oh my gosh you guys he’s so sweet. He loves Buster so much and trooped around with us while we took care of horses and picked up hay this morning. He’s still a little wary of us–and I absolutely don’t blame him, we’re kind of a rowdy bunch–but he’s settling in and is currently passed out on the porch so I’d say things are fine.

He will be a working dog eventually, and does sleep in the barn, but for now he’s a squishy, floppy-eared little puppy that gets to play with us and ride around with Bert. I can’t get over his rolls and puppy-dog eyes and I’m 100% happy to hold him while we’re in the truck since he gets carsick still and holding him helps and also I don’t have to open gates.

Happy Monday! Happy pre-Fourth! We’re rolling off of a great weekend full of an amazing first birthday party for the sweetest little girl, the most peaceful, idyllic ride home with a Starbucks and a podcast (it’s the little things, y’all) and of course a new pup and a lazy day at home. We’re ready for this week of BBQ and rodeo and (hopefully, fire ban and weather permitting) some fireworks!

Also: I’m writing this on Sunday and scheduling this post. I feel like a boss because two weeks ago writing one blog post felt impossible, not to mention actually getting one done and scheduling it. Again, we’re focusing on the little things around here!

God bless America, and I hope you don’t get BBQ on your white t-shirt.