It’s still a little surreal to know that we are trimming the tree as a family of four this year, but we are and how fun it was.
Tick, tock. Tick, tock. Tick, tock. I am a ticking time bomb. I’ve been having a lot more contractions, but Mom won’t be here until tomorrow. Thankfully this weekend was the air show which was a nice distraction. Plus the walking felt absolutely amazing to me!
I was so glad Daddy was around to help him build the toy airplanes because I would have been totally lost. I cannot believe these are our last days with just him. I’m looking forward to introducing him to his new brother or sister though!
I think the 4th of July is my favorite time to be in Steamboat Springs. I miss the beach with family, but this is hands down the best time of year to stay put.
Our town is so full of life, culture, and character. Plus the weather is phenomenal. I mean, seriously? Jackets in July?
We started the day downtown waiting on the parade. The best parade ever! Eventually the jackets came off and the sunscreen went on, but still glorious outside!Mark’s boss and his family taking part in the parade.
By mid-afternoon it was much, much warmer outside, but still beautiful. We headed to the rodeo which was packed full and the only seats we could get were on concrete slabs. I was pretty uncomfortable, but it didn’t matter. We had so much fun! Sam was in heaven!Sam chased a sheep which was weird and exciting to him. He wasn’t sure whether to be scared or elated like the other kids.
We left before the rodeo ended and watched the fireworks from the house wrapped up in blankets and surrounded by night. It was truly a wonderful 4th of July celebration with just the three of us.
What a wonderful Mother’s Day this year. I had no expectations leading into the day, and when Mark asked what Mother’s Day meant to me, I really didn’t have an answer. I wasn’t sure and sadly I hadn’t given it much thought.
Holidays and birthdays have never been a big deal to me. I think I chalked them all up to the equivalent of Valentine’s Day (the way the culture defines it). As Sam grows and as I grow, if I’m being totally honest, I’m redefining one holiday at a time. Christmas was truly special this past year, and I have thoroughly enjoy celebrating my little boy’s birthdays. This year Mother’s Day took on a beautiful meaning that I’m not quite sure I’m ready to put into words. But pictures I can do – at least a few.
We rarely remember to take photos on holidays, but this year we finally remembered!
Mother’s Day 2013
After a delicious breakfast cooked by the husband and presented with a homemade Mother’s Day card from my two year old, we headed down to the river to trout fish.
I honestly believe we live in one of the most beautiful places in the country. I only wish I had remembered to take my camera out to capture all the different parts of the Yampa River as we meandered around looking for where the fish were biting.
We spent the better part of the morning fishing with Sam tucked into his hiking pack. I managed to get one to the bank, but as I’m still a novice I didn’t get to bring him in for a picture. But it was exciting to see a trout and get a feel for the way they fight.
The morning on the water as a family was beautiful!
This is the little boy who made me a mother. What a joy he is to us – to me!
As a baby, I wondered what sort of personality he would have – would it be mine or Mark’s or a little of both? Though we certainly see ourselves in him, right now he’s a personality all to himself. He’s silly, very funny, passionate, willful, and loving. He loves to give directions and requests family kisses regularly – Daddy kiss, Mommy kiss, Daddy kiss Mommy. It’s sweet and completely adorable.
He loves his green hat, sunglasses, and will most always choose socks over bare feet (much to his southern mama’s chagrin). He smiles endlessly and throws a tantrum occasionally. He loves trains and trucks and balls and people. He’s a boy through and through and I love every little inch of him! He has been a wonderful introduction into motherhood.