Tuesday, July 21, 2015

Little Pip-speaks: Volume 18

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Seriously this kid just keeps getting better. She's older and smarter, so the things she says aren't quite as wacky...But then again, she knows so many things now, that it's funny to listen to how she combines and twists things by accident sometimes. Also- her favorite responses these days might be: "I knew that already" and "No it's not" or "Yes it is" depending on the scenario. I'm not going to say she's a know it all, but she sure does know a lot...if you ask her. :) 


Pip-speak #1: 
Piper: I was just a little cranky because I didn't get enough sleep. Maybe we shouldn't let me stay up a little later.

Pip-speak #2: 
Piper {pointing to her chest}: Baby gorillas have little poodles on them just like I do.
Mama: Ummmm, do you mean nipples? 
Piper {shyly}: Yeah

Pip-speak #3: 

Piper {In her play kitchen}: I'm gonna make some muffins. It's probably time to make muffins. 

Pip-speak #4: 
Piper {regarding Fin}: She doesn't understand. She's still two. Two is not a lot anyways. 

Pip-speak #5: 

Piper {regarding Fin some more}: She's getting very good at her prays. VERY good actually. 

Pip-speak #6: 

Piper {in the car}: It's a good day for cookies. 
Mama: Isn't every day a good day for cookies?
Piper: No. This is a good long trip, so it's a good day for cookies. 

Pip-speak #7: 

Mama {listening to John Legend}: "All of me loves all of you." Isn't that nice?
Piper: I think he means Jesus. {sings} "Give it alllll to you!"

Pip-speak #8: 
Piper {reminding Fin of the "rules"}: Put your feet on it, and I take it away, GOT it?

Pip-speak #9: 

Piper {watching Toy Story}: Do you know what that astronaut do's? He kills. He's playing with that farmer. 
Mama: You mean the cowboy? Woody?
Piper: Yeah. But he has a vest and a badge, so he's a farmer. If he has a lasso, then he's just a toy. 

Pip-speak #10: 

Piper: Finny was begging me for my bracelets. Begging. So I gave them to her because I love her. 

Pip-speak #11: 

Piper: Bla-bla {her stuffed sheep} has 8 freckles. And one beebo {bellybutton}. That makes 10. 
Mama: Close!
Piper: That makes 11!!


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Wednesday, July 15, 2015

Fin IS Two!

It took me a year (plus) to write about Fin's first birthday, so a month lag on her 2nd bday? WIN!

June was a crazy (fun!) month for us (Dustin's bday, Father's day, a trip to Philly...) so we delayed Fin's party a couple weeks...but the awesome thing about two-year-olds is they have no concept of time. We did technically celebrate her birthday on the actual day with dinner out (and some pudding!), but with so many family members all spread out, she ended up having at least four little celebrations spread over few weeks. Not a bad problem to have, right? She never quite got used to the fanfare of singing and blowing out candles (I pretty much only have pictures of her looking half skeptical, half scared of that part) but for at least a month, if she heard the words "birthday" or "party" she would excitedly yell "ME!"...so I guess she grasped the concept at least a little. (Related- Piper still thanks Jesus for "Finny's birthday" every night in her dinnertime prayer.)

For Fin's "official" party, I wanted to keep it as low key as possible...ok, as low key as I know how to throw a party, which is still kind of a to-do...so we decided on another backyard bash (summer birthdays are the best!). Guest list included family, neighbors, and some church friends, and we had no real plans besides bubbles and the bouncehouse (Fin's two favorite things in the universe). But you know I can't throw a party (even a simple one) without a theme, so I went with one of my current obsessions: Flamingos!   

Fin is still too young to articulate too strong of an opinion on a party theme, so I took advantage, and threw a party I'd want, if I were two. And by that I mean, I threw a party I still want even though I'm 2 + 29. I have no clue why I'm so into flamingos lately, but they're cute, and fun, make for easy party decor. Plus I got to put about 30 of the iconic plastic versions all over my lawn, which made my tacky, fake-animal loving heart so full. Happy birthday to all of us!

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Thursday, July 9, 2015

Day in the Life: Before baby 3

Last week, I finally got my act together and finished a few photo/journal books I had been working on forever. Almost literally forever, as the projects in question were Fin's baby book (of her first year) and my blog books from 2013 and 2014. I had them all about halfway finished, but everything else seemed to get in the way of just sitting down and cranking them out. All I really had to do was format them (everything was already written after all) but I'm beyond picky about that, so it does kind of take forever.

But as tedious as it can be to get the web to print transition just how I like it, it's also pretty fun to take a walk down memory lane as I make the books. I don't think I'll ever been at a point where I write as much as I want, but every time I look back on what I have recorded, I'm so thankful (to myself?) for putting forth the effort, even if it's incomplete. (Fin's book, for example, has monthly photoshoots with written highlights from each month, but I'm missing a few of the more detailed journal entries. I guess months 8, 9 and 12 were particularly busy...But 75% isn't bad, right?)

Through 2013 and 2014 there were a few Day in The Life type posts where I wrote about our typical daily routine. It seems like kind of a silly thing to document- I mean, are my grandchildren (the only real audience I imagine for these books) really going to care about what time I woke up every day, and what I ate for breakfast? Well, maybe not. But in a strange way, some of these mundane details make up the most interesting stories overall. Vacations and holidays are fun to document, and I love looking back on all of those happy times for sure, but they're not really good representations of what our lives are really like. The simple day-to-day stuff typically goes unrecorded because it seems unremarkable at the time...but then in hindsight it tells the story of who our family was during a particular time. Someday, my ancestors will stumble upon these books (while they're archiving everything to holograms, or whatever post-Jetsons type technology they have by then) and get a chuckle at how primitive things were (she had to drive to work? thank goodness for teleport stations!) or be reassured that some things never change (her baby woke up every hour for three months too? Well...at least I'm not alone).

But even in the near term, it's been fun (and helpful) for me to look back on our routines from the past. I'm amazed at how fast I forget things (especially in the post-baby fog stage) so having it preserved for posterity is kinda necessary. Looking back on our daily doings reminds me of the fun stuff, the hard stuff, and just the regular stuff. It also helps me prepare for what's to come as we approach this whole newborn adventure for a third time.

So if only for myself I wanted to record another round of our "Day in the Life" before things get flipped upside down (in a good way, I'm hoping!) by another baby Bowden. If you've ever read any of my other routine posts, most of this will probably be familiar, and potentially painfully repetitive (spoiler alert: I hate getting up in the morning, and Dustin is the glue that holds our entire crazy contraption/family together), but all of our phases- especially with young kids- have their own nuances to worth capturing.

Morning:

6/6:30- Dustin wakes up first, to shower and get ready. He's trying to get into a routine with working out before the rest of us ladies wake up...he was even going to an early AM Crossfit class for a while, but it's hard to cram that in before the little ones start stirring.
7:00- The girls wake up. Piper's wake-up schedule has been all over the place in her short little life, but as of now, the latest we can really push her is 7. Sometimes it's even earlier than that, but we try to maintain our rule about waiting for the green light of her clock. If it's too early, or we need more time, we'll give her one of our phones for her to go quietly play games (or watch PBS kids shows) until we're ready to attack the day. Since the girls share a room now, Fin is sort of along for the ride. She would probably be content to sleep until 7:30 ish, but usually once Piper is up, she's up. She's awesome though- in that she's completely happy to stay in her crib until we get her. She jib jabs with Piper, or plays with her Jelly...really I have no idea, but she's happy, so I'm happy.
7/7:15- Dustin gets the kids dressed. We had a routine for a little bit where I would lay out clothes at night to make the morning go smoother, but now the kids are so picky about what they want to wear (Fin: anything with animals, or something that actually belongs to Piper. Piper: anything that I would never pick out.) that it doesn't really make sense to try dictating anything in advance. So typically they look insane, but are at least clad in something somewhat seasonally appropriate. They both run into my room excited to show me some detail of their outfit ("Dress, mama!","Tie-dye!!","Owl!") while I rub the sleep from my eyes and tell them how wonderful they look.
7:20/7:45- I finally drag myself out of bed. My utter laziness when it comes to rising in the morning might be my worst quality (it's probably unfortunately not even close...but let's keep this light.) I get ready while the rest of the family heads downstairs.
7:30- Breakfast and TV. Yeah...we let our toddler/preschooler watch TV in the morning. Every morning. There are probably better things they could do with this time, but for now, it's the easiest way to keep them occupied while we (Dustin) make breakfast. Recently our occasional tradition of breakfast picnics, turned into an everyday occurrence, so they chomp on pancakes/eggs/cereal/fruit  while watching whatever 26 minute slice of programming heaven they've chosen for the day (current favs: Octonauts, Clifford's Puppy Days, Curious George, Sofia the First, Super Why, Peg + Cat, and Jake & The Neverland Pirates).
(sometimes he gets fancy...)


Lay-Z

8/8:15- Get ready to leave. We clean up the kitchen, finish packing lunches (when we're really on our game...otherwise we justify another trip to Jimmy John's or Chipotle), grab snacks and waters that the girls insist they need for the 8 minute ride home in the evening, get everyone's shoes on, and roll out. (This is where Dustin's signature phrase: "like a herd of turtles" comes to life. Why does it take soooooo long for two small people to get out the door? I wish I knew, so I could fix it.)
8:20- drop the girls off at school. Fin first (who almost never cries...running happily to her teacher- or more likely- happily to the table to con them into giving her second-breakfast), then Piper (who cries practically every time. It's really just a formality at this point...) Then Dustin and I make the trek downtown. It's about a half hour trip, sometimes more if there's rain or extra traffic but we aim to get in just before 9. We ride together most days, unless one of us has early/late meetings, or appointments etc. that require us to split up. It's been fun to carpool, and gives us a least an hour to chat each day without interruptions from the kiddos. (time, which, if you're a parent, you understand is rare and precious).

Daytime:
9-5- Worky work. Busy bees. People always ask if we see much of each other at work, but really it's pretty rare. He works on a different floor (a higher one, so you know I'm not trekking up there unless I have to) in a different department, for a different client. So our interaction is pretty limited. We do meet up for lunch every once in a while, but typically we each work through without a break so there's not a ton of time to hang out. Especially if we want to leave on time...which we pretty much have to unless we want to pay $1 a minute in late fees at daycare. We're lucky to have pretty flexible jobs, so we can stick to a pretty strict 9-5 without much trouble. I typically work a little bit more on the way home (while Dustin drives, another perk of a carpool!) responding to emails if I need to.
(Oh- and meanwhile- the girls are playing, and eating, and napping, and doing all the things 2 and 3 year olds love.)

Evening:
5:45- Pick up the kids. They're usually some of the last ones there, which makes me feel a little guilty, but I try to remember that they're also pretty much the last two dropped off in the morning, so we're just on a bit of a later schedule than most. We pack 'em up, and dole out the fruit snacks to ward off end of the day meltdowns on the car ride home. Thankfully it's super short, so we don't have to deal with traffic and cranky toddlers at the same time.
6:00- Dinnertime! We have still yet to find a groove with dinner. This has to be my least favorite thing to do as a parent...it's just all so much work. Thinking of recipes, grocery shopping, preparing the meal, trying to get kids to eat the food, cleaning up...It all exhaust me. And these people expect dinner every day! The nerve! When we do cook, we try to make enough to last two nights, so we don't have to do the thinking and prep work every day. Plus we're lucky to have "family dinner night" once a week at my mom's so that saves us a night too. Someday I'll maybe put all the pinterest suggestions on meal planning, and crockpotting, and freezer stockpiling to work...but until then- pasta, frozen veggies, and chicken tenders get us through in a pinch.
She's getting pretty good at making "sammiches". 
Maybe she can take over the dinner time routine soon...

6:30- Playtime! We don't typically do anything too structured. We'll play a game, or let the kids run amok dumping out any toy that strikes their fancy. If it's nice enough to go outside, that's the best, because it allows them to run off all that energy they still manage to have at this time of night (whereas I've been ready for snooze since about 3pm). Sometimes we squeeze a bath in here (to save time and stress we try to do that on the weekends, or have them take one during the day on "G'mi days" with my mom.) 
7:30- Bedtime! Clean up, put on jammies, go potty (Fin tries, anyway), and brush teeth. If they can do this swiftly, we read a few books. If it takes for-ev-er (like usual) then we restrict them to one or two books. Reading with them at night is one of my favorite times, so I hate to cut it short, but they love it too, so it's a good motivator to keep the dilly-dallying to a (relative) minimum.  
8:00- Bedtime for real! Hugs, kisses, tucked in. They both now try to drag this out as long as possible (one more story? tuck me in again? I need another drink! I can't find my blanket. I forgot to go potty...Well I have to go again...) but we try not to play into it too much, flipping on the nightlight, the lullabye music, and telling them sweet dreams. (Fin typically falls asleep within minutes, as long as she doesn't get too deep into a conversation with Piper. Pips has a tougher time and has been known to still be up at 9:30. If only that meant she'd sleep in later too...)



Don't worry kids. I'll get the rest...

8:15- Now our night starts...which is pretty much filled with a little more clean up, potentially some work, or just basic vegging out. We need to get better at putting this time to productive use but by this point in the night (and my pregnancy) I don't have the energy to do much more than flip on the TV and ask Dustin to make me an ice cream float. We have a ton of house projects (mostly organization) that we could chip away at if we tried, so we'll try to make that a bit more of a priority before the baby comes. (because I know my energy isn't exactly going to increase when we add another kid to the pile).
10:30/11- Bedtime for Dustin, with me following not toooo far behind. But he pretty much goes right to sleep, while I typically lay in bed reading blogs or catching up on Instagram until at least midnight. I know. It's a problem. 

(oh, and for the record- this is a typical day, but truly there's really no such thing. Plus, our routine varies by the day. This was a record of a school day, and a night at home, but we have small group on Tuesdays, so that's a babysitter night, Thursdays are family dinner so we meet up with the kids at my mom's, Tuesday and Thursdays are G'mi days, so that makes our schedule a little more flexible because we don't have to do pick up and drop off...You get it. And the weekends are different of course, but have a rhythm of their own- they usually include a few meals out, lots more play time, some naps, church, errands, and plans with friends- with some yard work and to-do list stuff mixed in there for the grown ups). 

So there you have it. A slice of our "right this minute". A life that is about to look drastically different. So we soak this up, and log it away in our memory banks (and our memory books) the best that we can, and then keep plowing through to next great stage of mundane and mundanely lovely days together. 


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Thursday, July 2, 2015

Show Your Real: Kitty

Today's Show Your Real, is short and sweet, but the wisdom Kitty has managed to pack into what she has to share is pretty impressive. I'm inspired by how she was able to look at something seemingly silly (like a messy bedroom) and see the bigger truth God was trying to teach her. And I'm thankful that she is sharing that truth with us.
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There are two types of people in this world. Those who leave their master bedroom doors open when people come to their homes... 018 ...and those who cannot. It's not that they will not, it's just that they cannot. It's that bad in there. show me your real 
A few months ago, my friend, Ruth, who also happens to be one of my husband's bosses, came in town. The regional directors were taking us out to dinner so she and I thought we'd hang out for a few minutes beforehand. We were short on time and I was a sweaty mess from the day, so the only way we were going to be able to actually visit was if she sat in my bedroom while I got ready. I'm typically a fairly laid back hostess, I want people to see my real so they are set free to bare their own, but something in me knew that the state of my bedroom had gone from slightly unkempt to completely horrific during the few days our bosses had been in town. As we walked down the hall past my perfectly vacuum-striped childrens' bedrooms, everything in me wanted to keep the door shut and not let Ruth see the real someone-might-need-to-call-the-hoarder-hotline deal. Ruth could sense my internal struggle as I warned her of the craziness she was about to see and she softly said, 

"Kitty, I love you for who you are, not what your house looks like. You are more valuable than your hope of perfection." 020 This tender affirmation helped me push past the shame I felt about wanting everything to be perfectly kept and enabled us to have a great chat while I curled my hair. I've reflected on her quiet encouragement a lot recently and have had to repent of my striving and perpetual image management. Because what we see on Instagram really is the highlight reel but aren't the outtakes really the most fun? Yes, my home is an intimate reflection of me, but I want to be a person who is more secure in who I am because of Whose I am, than because of what my home looks like. Don't you?

Let's be people who let go of what we think the wrapping of a gift should look like and love the gift that is inside. Let's be people who open the doors and freely receive the love and acceptance of others. Shall we? #showyourreal
I've loved keeping it real with you! If you'd like to read more outtakes of life as a missionary, momma and majorly obsessed wife, stop by my blog or let's meet up on Instagram: @kitty_hurdle.
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Monday, June 29, 2015

Fin (was) One!

Throwback Monday! (shhh...pretend that's a thing...)

I know Fin just turned two...In fact- we (finally) had her party yesterday. Poor thing was a little confused, as her actual birthday was over a week ago, but due to family being spread out- and summer schedules being a little tricky- she ended up with about five different celebrations over the course of a few weeks. Not a bad problem to have I'm sure, but it didn't exactly help her grasp the concept of a birth-day. Good thing is, she totally grasps the concept of eating cake and opening presents. :)

So since I'm still wrangling yard flamingos from yesterday's shindig (another very good problem to have, if you ask me!), I thought it would be fun to finally share her first birthday. Hop in your way back machine, and let's enjoy some Vintage Finley:

Fin is One photo FinIsOne.gif

I'm all about a PDF invite. Saves money on postage, and allows me to change the date a million times when I can't get my act together...

Click through to full details and soooooo many pics: 

Friday, June 26, 2015

Swagger Wagon


Welp. We turned in our cool cards…well…more accurately, we gave up any delusions that anyone even mistakes us for cool these days, and we bought a van.
Aw yeah. We joined the ranks of pretty much every American parent, and got ourselves a Honda Odyssey. Otherwise known as: mom jeans on wheels.

But if we’re being honest? I straight up LOVE IT.
The comfort. The ease. The convenience. The 1 billion cupholders. These van designers have got my number.

Everyone jokes that purchasing a minivan is the death to any non-parent identity. People hold on to their cars/SUVs/crossovers like a badge of honor, snootily looking down their noses at the minivan crowd. “I’m not like other moms, I’m a cool mom.” But then….you get pregnant with your third kid, and realize that cool might have to be sacrificed in favor of other factors…like…fitting all the children in one vehicle.

Sure, you can go with a SUV with a third row if you’re trying to hang on and prove a point. But that involves climbing over two kids just to buckle the third one, likely exposing you faded tramp stamp tatt, and scratching the car next to you with your wildly swinging door in the process. Who’s looking cool now?

So as we prep for baby b #3 we realized there’s just no way around it…it was van time. Dustin was actually the hold out, moreso than me. I don’t have much (any) of my identity wrapped up in my car- I’ve pretty much driven some sort of black sedan since around 2002. I did become unnaturally attached to my 1998 Corolla (all the way through 2011) but that wasn’t because of its awesomeness…it was actually because of its neutralness. It was nothing special, and nothing bad. It did things like: drive. And had features like: a radio. And that was alright with me. But Dustin felt stronger about his choice of vehicle, and had a tough time separating van from lame. Honestly though, he flipped to pro-van pretty quickly after we got pregnant with #3. I think it was quite simply our only option, so rather than fight the inevitable, he threw himself into the task of finding the BEST VAN EVER, and he got pretty excited about the swanky features they offered (gadgets=key to a man’s heart). Plus, as Parenthood taught us: These miniature vans have full size power, nowadays. (a quote Dustin uses...liberally.)

We made the decision to trade in Dustin’s Toyota Highlander, and keep my Nissan Versa, so we’ll really only have one vehicle that can accommodate us all simultaneously. The Versa (which Dustin refers to…fondly?…as the mini-minivan) is now our cool-couple-about-town-car. Yeah….

We did do a quick farewell photoshoot to the Highlander, before moving on to greener pastures (actually "modern steel metallic" pastures),,,It may not be his original Wrangler love, but I think he's still going to miss her a bit...









So much humoring of me. So much. 

We've had the new ride just under a month, and it's already gone on its first road trip (holla, Philly!), and been puked in (thanks, Fin!), so, you know, we've pretty much christened it. And now we're looking forward to many years of loading up, piling in, and generally riding off in to our future. With 3 car seat accommodating swagger.

P.S. Check out the history of Dustin's vehicle love or read about that time I almost crashed the car without even starting it.
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Tuesday, June 16, 2015

Two, Too, Awesome


Today is a milestone. It marks 730 days since we met our sweet little Finley Joann. 730 days that we've gotten to snuggle her, and laugh at her (and with her), and dry her tears and shed our own. Somehow over those 730 days I've fallen in love with her more than I could have imagined, even when I thought I was head over heels from minute one (which I totally was).
Our precious Finny-Fin-Fin is two years old, and she's a marvel of a character who surpasses any description I try to muster up. She's the sweetest, feistiest, goofiest, sincerest little nugget you'll ever meet. She might just be charm embodied, as everyone who encounters her is completely and immediately won over. (I do not exaggerate. Well, not about this, anyway. Even when she's driving us up a wall...which...happens...she keeps everyone firmly on her side, seemingly without even trying.) It could be her giant eyes, or her tiny-toothed smile, and it surely has at least a little bit to do with that head of irresistible blonde curls. But beyond all that, it's her spirit. She is spirited in all the best and most challenging ways. She knows what she wants (and will tell you) and she loves so completely it'll break your heart. 

She is just so much of exactly who she is. 

And I love every single bit of her.


Happy Birthday, sweet girl. I pray I love you and teach you one tenth as well as you have already done for me. You're one of a kind and we're thankful for each of the 730 days we've gotten to spend with you, and are looking forward to thousands more to come.



P.s. See Fin's first birthday post, or catch up on all two glorious years of her. 

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