tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30384535189426938742024-02-21T23:29:34.538-06:00Boogers & Fartsand other perks of parenthoodKatiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10636380337959860669noreply@blogger.comBlogger615125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3038453518942693874.post-69445761264288741432023-04-21T09:40:00.004-05:002023-04-21T09:41:25.501-05:00The Morning CommuteCar doors open. We climb inside. Doors shut. Kacey Musgraves floats through the speakers. It’s quiet to begin with. The morning chaos is over and the three of us take a small breath of relief. Sometimes it stays quiet the whole ride. Sometimes there is a question about the day's plans or a curious thing they see. “Why can I see birds flying and then they turn and disappear for a few Katiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10636380337959860669noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3038453518942693874.post-49418807254906505152022-09-21T19:09:00.000-05:002022-09-21T19:09:28.843-05:00Stretching I’m struggling. I have been for awhile now.
I knew this would happen. When I was holding hands with my three-year-old girls as we took a walk. When they climbed into our bed and snuggled under the covers each morning. When I was brushing the tangles out of their freshly washed hair. When they begged me to watch a movie with them. Or paint with them. Or play ponies with them.
I Katiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10636380337959860669noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3038453518942693874.post-15319219349803731172022-09-11T14:44:00.005-05:002022-09-11T14:46:36.488-05:00TOP 20 REASONS WHY DOGS ARE BETTER THAN CATSBy Claire Seel Hi again, my mom wrote a blog back in 2010 called "Top 10 Reasons Why Cats Are Better Than Dogs" and i'm here to prove her wrong Dogs will wake you up if the house is on fire. Cats will sleep through it. &Katiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10636380337959860669noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3038453518942693874.post-22734919145418486762022-09-10T13:44:00.000-05:002022-09-10T13:44:40.343-05:00My Best Friends By Claire Hey guys, I just read my moms blog post about cousins "Unbreakable Bonds" and she's right my cousins are my everything I have... hold on one second let me count... 10 cousins (2 more came after my moms blog) and those are just the ones that I see all the time when we used to have family dinners, Fourth of July, bonfires, birthdays, Thanksgiving, Christmas, school, activities&Katiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10636380337959860669noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3038453518942693874.post-7326744568675607172022-08-02T19:06:00.000-05:002022-08-02T19:06:18.166-05:00Our First Job By: Claire Hey its me again I know i've been posting a lot but here is a post about me and graces first job. We knew we had wanted to do babysitting for a while we just never got around to doing it but finally we got the courage to design our own posters. So after that we posted it on Facebook and got a couple of bites but never ones that actually came through, after a while of waitingKatiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10636380337959860669noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3038453518942693874.post-1630127858467224212022-08-02T16:27:00.000-05:002022-08-02T16:27:05.498-05:00Kitten Updates! By: Claire I love, love, love our kittens there, like our babies, our pride and joy, but sometimes they can be a bit of a handful, like today I came upstairs, and the kittens were sitting on the counter -even though they know they are not supposed to be- with the most innocent look on their faces. I walked over to the counter and there was shredded tissues all over the counter. Katiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10636380337959860669noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3038453518942693874.post-25785720546788260892022-08-01T11:49:00.000-05:002022-08-01T11:49:00.970-05:00You Gotta Be Kitten Me By Claire I love dogs more than anything in the entire world, but Mom hates dogs so I thought I could change her mind by writing a two page essay on why I deserve to get a dog. after I finished reading my essay to them with a finished picture slide show as well mom started crying. She said she loved it but then told me all the reasons why I couldn't get a dog. she asked me if a kitten Katiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10636380337959860669noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3038453518942693874.post-70520823369443046932021-11-08T12:49:00.000-06:002021-11-08T12:49:57.265-06:00Two Huskies
When you’re young, with no concept of how your world will change in the future, it feels like your life will continue on like it is in that moment forever. You don’t give thought to what may come or how life will be different. When you’re young, it takes no effort to be mindful of being present … for you, everything is in the present.
This morning on my walk, I saw an older woman and an Katiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10636380337959860669noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3038453518942693874.post-50397794102451708642021-11-05T20:01:00.003-05:002021-11-05T20:08:31.393-05:00Another Reckoning I gave Henry the five-minute warning. We’d be leaving the park soon, so he needed to get in his last swings, last slides and last climbs. After the five minutes was up, I walked over and told Henry it was time to go. I instinctively braced for impact. Any second now he’ll be shouting, “No!!” On a good day, he’d cross his arms and scowl at me. On a worse day, he may cry, kick his feet or try Katiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10636380337959860669noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3038453518942693874.post-41447206940889336742021-09-08T09:10:00.002-05:002021-09-08T09:10:52.046-05:00The Season of TweenWhen the girls were little, and doing something sweet like telling me how much they loved me or wishing we could be “beff friends” forever, I remember closing my eyes and silently moving those memories to the long term memory lockbox. Not only were they worthy in their own right, but I knew one day I would need them. I knew someday they’d roll their eyes or slam their door or scream at me Katiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10636380337959860669noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3038453518942693874.post-52603221832668611522020-11-26T21:06:00.000-06:002020-11-26T21:06:36.988-06:00The Last ThanksgivingFor eight years, we have raised our babies within the walls of one home. We arrived here with adorable twin two-year-olds, a huge, slobbering Great Pyrenees and two young-ish cats. We built a life and a family with each meal, game of hide ‘n’ seek and backyard adventure. This is the only home our littlest has known. We’ve changed diapers, washed endless sinks of dishes, painted hundreds of Katiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10636380337959860669noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3038453518942693874.post-80941502302784883612020-06-12T14:19:00.000-05:002020-06-12T14:19:04.440-05:00A Blogging Resurgence
As you know, Claire found my blog a while back, and I’ll find her reading it every now and again, digging into her early childhood antics. Grace knew the blog existed, but was more indifferent to it. Until a month or so ago. We were arguing about previous Halloween costumes and used the blog to settle the dispute. We read a couple more entries and then she spent the next few hours soaking it allKatiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10636380337959860669noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3038453518942693874.post-73335088234438534502020-06-09T16:54:00.000-05:002020-06-09T16:54:39.077-05:00Happy 5th Birthday, Little Buddy
Five years ago today, I was sitting on the back patio eating peanut butter and chocolate ice cream. I was 9 million months pregnant, had just visited the OB earlier in the day and was feeling quite uncomfortable. Except for that ice cream. It hit the spot.
Later that evening, Henry made his grand entrance into the world.
At the time, it had been five years since I had an infant, but I Katiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10636380337959860669noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3038453518942693874.post-9265673344930968762020-05-28T10:29:00.001-05:002020-05-28T10:33:48.360-05:00The Best Memorial Day Ever By Claire
On Memorial Day, we usually have a family reunion with some family members I don't know and some of my besties. But this time, we had fun going to my grandmothers' side of the family.
My favorite part was seeing the people grandma has told me so much about. She told me who made all these historic quilts and pillows I found. I got to put roses on almost all of our family members there.Katiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10636380337959860669noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3038453518942693874.post-27849543527689476432020-05-28T10:15:00.007-05:002020-05-28T10:15:46.980-05:00Life right now
By Grace
Ok, so life right now isn't the best, but we're making it through. I mean, we are one of those lucky families. I mean, we don't have coronavirus. I mean, we don't think.
We wear our masks ... well, most of the time. It's so hard.
Today, we went to our grandma's. She broke her bone under her knee, so we had to go get her stuff for it. And we stayed there for awhile and we had our Katiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10636380337959860669noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3038453518942693874.post-63459653954701190632020-05-28T10:01:00.001-05:002020-05-28T10:19:12.721-05:00Happy Memorial DayBy: Grace
HAPPY MEMORIAL DAY!
Ok, I know it's 3 days after it, but I had to write about something.
So for memorial day I had to do a family tree my mom made me. I did it on both sides my dad's and my mom's, and at first I thought it would be hard, but then it was easy and fun!
On my dad's side, we went to my grandma's family graves. And then we went to go have lunch with them and Betsy. And weKatiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10636380337959860669noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3038453518942693874.post-23253286971806927972020-05-28T09:50:00.001-05:002020-05-28T09:51:20.958-05:00my outdoor kid life By: Claire
Henry and I love building castles in the sand. It's like our job. Sometimes we put water in the sand box and pretend its flooding. When it gets close to our castle, we build a dam or we make towers, castles, flooded areas, oceans, beaches -- all that kind of stuff.
One time, we were in our pajamas and we flooded the sandbox. Then we sat in it. Awesome, huh?
Sometimes, we go over toKatiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10636380337959860669noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3038453518942693874.post-50055567261750188152020-05-26T20:28:00.000-05:002020-05-26T20:41:54.440-05:00Lucky #13: Love, Marriage and Finding Ourselves
When I was about 30 years old, I started to become aware of the bars of my cage. Up until that point, and much to my shock, I had lived inside that cage without really knowing it.
Around that time, songs, books and movies with themes of rebellion or breaking societal norms started speaking to me on a deep level. I felt drawn to the characters who were unapologetically themselves.
Katiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10636380337959860669noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3038453518942693874.post-53755591105220160162020-05-25T19:40:00.001-05:002020-05-25T20:13:58.334-05:00MY SUPER DADDYHi, it's me again. I know I haven't written in a while. I was just thinking about what to say, so here it is. Hope you like it.
I've always wrote about stuff that happens, not who is there with me — someone that's been there for me my whole life, and thats my daddy.
He's funny, nice and kind — sometimes strict, but always lovable. He works almost all day everyday selling houses and Katiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10636380337959860669noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3038453518942693874.post-69208957713139745932020-05-25T11:53:00.001-05:002020-05-25T11:53:35.890-05:00Bloggers CompetitionHey guys, I'm back. OK, so you are probably wondering "why is the title called Bloggers Competition?" As you might know, me and my mom are bloggers. And we talked about it and we're going in to competition. And not for all the time my mom has been a blogger because she wrote way more than me. Just this year she wrote 7. I've written 3. This is my 4th. And I have way more time because, well, I'm Katiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10636380337959860669noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3038453518942693874.post-82631663193189098082020-05-24T16:41:00.002-05:002020-05-24T16:41:46.979-05:00Annoying little brothers and sisters Hey guys guess what this is my 3rd post today!
Wow, right? I love this. Why did my mom ever stop?
So, I'm going to talk about my brother and sister. They're so annoying. My brother is a BUTT FACE! And my sister is sometimes, not a lot. Kidding. She can be a butt face a lot.
My bro can be really mean, but he's got a good heart. I mean, probably. JK. When he's mad he will kick or hit or throw. Katiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10636380337959860669noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3038453518942693874.post-41585155568346015872020-05-24T11:20:00.005-05:002020-05-24T11:20:46.662-05:00All about me Hey guys, it's Grace again.
OK, so you might be getting a little bored with me and say, "Hey, where's Katie?"
Joking!
I mean this is my 2nd blog. I really like writing on this blog. Maybe i'll be like my mom and write my own blog?
I just wanted to tell you guys a little about me. Now some of you might already know me, but for those that don't, get ready.
I'm in 4th grade going to be in 5th. Katiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10636380337959860669noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3038453518942693874.post-64017258368282028172020-05-24T11:09:00.002-05:002020-05-24T13:13:07.913-05:00Mom, I love youHi, my name is Grace. I'm Katie/Mom's daughter and I just started to read my mom's blog and it is amazing.
And this is a surprise for her, so she knows how amazing she is. Mom, I hope you hear this: I love over the moon and back.
You are always there when I need you. You're funny and amazing and caring and most of all, you're an amazing mother I love.
You are what i need right now to help me Katiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10636380337959860669noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3038453518942693874.post-22508263359893968172020-05-10T20:09:00.000-05:002020-05-10T20:09:27.199-05:00Not every Mother’s Day
Not every Mother’s Day starts with your kids bringing you breakfast in bed.
Not every Mother’s Day includes a sweet picnic in the park.
Not every Mother’s Day contains an idyllic bike ride through town.
Not every Mother’s Day ends with couch cuddles, eating ice cream and watching a favorite movie.
Some Mother’s Days just sorta stink.
Sometimes there are Katiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10636380337959860669noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3038453518942693874.post-28556316193961140912020-04-03T12:08:00.000-05:002020-04-03T13:13:44.874-05:00Chapter 38
Today starts Chapter 38.
Thirty-seven was a mostly forgettable number, but an unforgettable year, and certainly, an unforgettable time to be alive.
The year leading up to my 37th birthday was full of many, many breaks in my emotional and mental wellbeing. Actually, that’s an understatement. It was smashed to hell. It was full of sorrow and anger and so much grief I felt like I Katiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10636380337959860669noreply@blogger.com3