Thursday, September 27

Day's Start

Yesterday morning, as soon as my mind came to, I instantly had a vision of myself, blanket covered, couch curled, and lap top perched. I was hot coffee sipping and acutely aware of the stillness of the house that still slept. The mornings are starting to have a cold bite to them and yesterday's overcast, rain threatening sky just begged me to take advantage in its early morning offerings. I even entertain the thought of starting up the fire.

An indulgence of undisturbed writing seemed like inevitably fool proof.


As soon as I set out to make this vision a reality, the slight touch of hitting the 'brew' button on the coffee pot seemed to cause just enough of a ripple effect in the house.  The patter of one set of little bare feet lead the charge for a second set of slightly bigger jammied feet to follow, only to have the shuffling clumping of the reluctant third set, bringing up the rear.


From there, the day took off, as every day seems to do. Cartoon requests turned into lunch pick up, turned to pretend play, turned to no-nap-rallies, turned to a dirty dish scavenge, turned to 'just got to sleep' threats, turned to an overly crowed bed night.

24 hours later, here I'm sitting.. accompanied by wrestling chattered boys and a juice demanding girl, having almost forgotten about that glimpse of serenity I had yesterday morning.


Today isn't at all overcast and the day's dos feel as thought they have doubled over night. Going through pictures to upload, I'm realizing how unorganized I am in that department and just stumbled upon Wesley's first day of school pictures that I was just about to clear, before unloading, from a card.


I've been busy beeing at its best lately, multi tasking to the max, and almost buckled under the pressure of having too many irons in the fire, when yesterday proved to add a few more staffs to the flames. I've been cleaning every nook, decluttering every corner, and still I feel like I'm very much in the weeds of it all. {Ok, I really only used the expression 'in the weeds' because it makes me feel like I'm on Top Chef, which reminds me to check to see when the next season starts, which reminds me the DVR needs to be freed up, which reminds me to read up about switching providers, which reminds me I need to switch the seats in the van, which reminds me I need to clean the van, which reminds me about cleaning the coop, which reminds me about taking eggs to Becky, which reminds me about soccer shirts for the kids today, which reminds me about soccer, which reminds me about preparing something today for supper tonight, which reminds me how I wish I was a judge on Top Chef, which reminds me I need to check to see when the next season starts}

Would it be too exhausting to admit that that's how my mind works, 100% of the time? Or validate when Nate interrupts me mid-sentence and reminds me to focus on the first point I was trying to make, 15 subjects ago…. yes? Then never mind my admission to either...


Regardless in the way this day has started, it has and apparently my attention to it is need…..

Happy Thursday!


Wednesday, September 19

It's A Goodnyou? Giveaway Day {Kim's Korner}

The randomly selected winner is……….. *drum roll*…………

Heather Hanning! Congratulations Heather! Email me at or Facebook message me, with your mailing address and your beautiful Maple handcrafted bowl will be sent your way!! 

Thanks again to everyone who participated and I would like to remind you that you can still use coupon code Goodnyou to save free shipping on any order at Kim's Korner today!


When I was in high school, I took the elective course Shop. I loved it. More importantly, the teacher loved me…. Easiest 2 points of credit I ever got… except for playing Varsity Basketball…. wait... basketball wasn't a credited elective?

Well, doesn't that clear the whole GPA things up a bit now, doesn't it…Sorry Dad...

Anyways, I digress, back to Shop class… When I look back on my semester spent dabbling in the art of woodworking, I'm proud to say I was head of my class. I tell myself it's because I could manipulate a piece of raw wood into something not only breath taking, but inspiring, the reality is, I was one of two, who were polite when talking to Mr. Cushman, didn't hackle, throw things in his general directions, or play hooky on a regular basis….as often as others….. Hi Mom!

All of the above information, is neither here nor there… the point that I am trying to make is, as great as I thought I was at maneuvering a paper thin piece of wood around a bandsaw, cutting out the letter 'S', I've got nothing on the talent it takes to make anything that our latest Goodnyou? Giveaway host has, over at Kim's Korner.

{Side-note:  I was able to come up with the name 'bandsaw' by asking Nate what that "stationary like thingy is, in Shop class, that the blade goes *motioning fast, up and down, with my right hand* and you can do this *moving my left hands around like snakes* with a piece of wood to make letters?'}

From today until Sunday, Kim's Korner and I are accepting comments below, to be entered to win this beautiful Maple crafted bowl. All you have to do to enter, is head over to Kim's etsy shop {check out her badge on the top left on the screen} or {click here}, snoop around a bit, then come back over to Goodnyou? and comment below on what was your favorite piece in her shop.

Viola, you're in the running.


And not only is Kim's Korner giving away this bowl, she is also offering anyone who orders from now until Sunday free shipping on any products ordered by using coupon code: goodnyou

Sunday, I will randomly select one commenter to be the recipient of this amazing product…. Good luck!

Just by chance, if someone by the name of Fancy Helga Rodriguez, happens to enter and just miraculously pulls off the win, she may or may not have plans to use the bowl like this…..


Just putting that out there.

Only one entry per e-mail. Giveaway ends at 12:00 PM on day of winner announcement. Any entries after 12:00 PM on announcement day will be void. Although the sponsor has thoughtfully provided their product for our lil' old giveaway, thoughts and opinions on the product itself, are all mine, mine, mine.   

Monday, September 17

You're Welcome World

Over the weekend, I've starts this post, in my mind, more than I probably should admit. I've thought about opening with how when I was putting Wesley on the bus for the first time…. our house was nothing but a shell in the background and Calvin, just weeks established in my belly.


I've thought about when Wesley stepped on the bus that first time and how I distracted myself with the excitement from everyone else, who watched him board. I mimicked their smiles, showcased the proud mom pride, and threw out a few light hearted jokes about chasing after the bus, throwing a party, or taking a nap.


Then when I let the day's events sink in… 5 hours later… I left Nate, Wesley, and my in-law's house... curled up on the patio furniture in the privacy of the barn, that sat on our newly purchased land, and cried, cried, cried…. and then cried some more.

Tonight's the first night I've actually let the fact that Calvin is starting school sink in.…3 days later…

Replace the shell frame for my now house, the barn for my home, and the patio furniture for this very couch…. the scenery different, the emotions….spot on.

To be honest, having "The Garden You Planted" by Sea Wolf, randomly stream into my ear buds, pretty much just did me in for good 12 minute sob fest.

I feel almost ridiculous having the reaction I do about such an inevitable chapter in the life of my child. A milestone that, as a mother, I've looked forward to as much as I dread.


Calvin is ready for something more than the days of crafts with Mumma, endless play with his sister, grocery store visits, and count downs until his brother comes home.

To me, Calvin stepping on that bus Friday, carrying him to school, away from his home, away from me, I felt as if I silently nodded my head to Life, once again, conceding to allow so much more of the all of the world, into his.


More world than I can control, more world than I can protect him from, and more world than I can prepare him for.


I'd be foolish not to acknowledge that this world has so much good, because it does… the good is the exact thing I focus on pointing out to my babies every day.

It just feels so much heavier, for me, to be the one, who's got to step back and let the world see for itself….how good, my walking hearts, are for it too.



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