Happy 12th Birthday, Anneliese!

Anneliese is 12 today! Which now, in the pandemic year of our Lord 2021, means the birthday of the vaccine! Yay!

(Allllll these 2009 fall babies -- remember how many there were?? -- were born in the middle of H1N1 swine flu which changed hospital rules and caused a need for extra vax boosters, and now they're the very specific slice of age group that wasn't old enough for vaccines last spring when it came open for teens, and will already have them by the time eligibility opens for younger children later this winter. Life is funny. Time is funny.)

Here's my sweet girl, last week at (almost) 12:

Happy birthday, Anneliese!

At 12, Anneliese is in middle school (and kicking so much ass at it, finding her groove way sooner than we would have guessed), and loves music, baking, daydreaming, taking the city bus with her friends, facetiming, social studies, cookbooks and food magazines, kindle YA rom-com books, riding bikes, skiing (we did a white Christmas in Minnesota last year when our whole lives were remote anyway, might as well be remote in a new/snowy place right?!), swimming, shopping, and spa masks (as well as a good moisturizing routine in general).

At 12, she still doesn't love feeling rushed, feeling criticized, feeling misunderstood, most meat, getting sweaty, being too cold, pie crust, or remembering to take literally anything from the stairs up to her room.

Some memories of Anneliese this year:

(If you can't see the video embedded above, click here to view it on YouTube.)

Memories from past years:

11th Year

10th Year

9th Year

8th Year

7th Year

6th Year

5th Year

4th Year

3rd Year

2nd Year

1st Year

Happy 10th Birthday, Charlotte!

 *** Update 10/13: I came to post a birthday update about Anneliese, and realized I never pushed my birthday post about Charlotte live! We were at the beach when I finished her video, and I never added links. But I want it to have a home here as our online scrapbook/memory book, so I am posting now. ***

Charlotte is TEN! A whole decade with this baby Booler! Happy birthday, Charlotte!

At 10, Charlotte is growing ever-more into her own independent person, branching off from her siblings in ways that feel natural to her (and also feed her natural inclination to differentiate herself). She is in turns very traditionally girly (she is getting her ears pierced next week and is so excited) and then very resistant to what being girly actually means (do not pigeonhole her, or any girls, etc etc). 

This year she has leaned into skateboarding, swimming (she's fast!), video games, her viola, her short hair Lewk, hitting a new stride with actually wanting to read, drawing and art, sassiness (that sometimes needs toning down), and trying to establish herself as More Grown Up and for sure most definitely Not A Baby (she is still my baby) (don't worry, Sheepy is still steadfast in her arms).

And she is ready to lean way out of cleaning her room, chores or tidiness in general, and remote school (she loves math and loves her teachers and loves me, but by the time school was done in June she was SO sick of Meet calls and missing her friends) -- she is beside herself about going back to Real School in a few weeks. I am very anxious about it since we signed her up for this when we thought she'd be getting a vaccine in September but it looks like that won't happen now until sometime this winter. But! Our district is staying fully masked and even with the Delta variant, this is just what we need to do (I am starting a new job, I can't supervise remote school, we have to make peace with the precautions in place, it's been 20 months and school really is essential, etc). 

We love her exactly how she is, we are grateful for every day of snuggles that this year has brought us, alongside the fear and cusses, and we are delighted watching her turn ever more into who she is.

We are spending her birthday this year (as many years) at Bumgarner beach week, which makes her happy beside herself, which makes us happy to watch.

Some memories of this bizarre year with Charlotte:

(If you can't see the video embedded above, click here to watch it on YouTube.)

Previous years' videos!

Ninth year

Eighth year

Seventh year
Sixth year
Fifth year
Fourth year
Third year
Second year
First year

Happy 10th Birthday, Anneliese!

Welp, the middlest baby has made it to double digits. Happy birthday, Anneliese! Ten years old!!

We have spent the last two weeks traveling around Germany and the Netherlands, and I kept looking around having a hard time believing that the tiny baby I held for the first time 10 years ago, is now a poised mature big kid going on adventures and world traveling.

It's hard to grasp how much time changes, from those diaper and toddler years, to these adventure years, yknow? I'm not mad about it, but it also makes me nostalgic and missing the baby years, even though I don't actually miss them miss them, and wouldn't actually trade them for what we have now.

But, yeah. Ten years old. That was fast.

We are jet-lagged and travel weary, and my feelings are ajumble and hard to articulate, but here's a glimpse of Anneliese at ten.

She's (usually) reserved, except when she's being silly or photobombing. She remains a daydreamer and a big-picture dreamer. She is observant, and notices and remembers things that sometimes surprise me for her age. She is kind, she is remarkably patient, and she loves feeling helpful. She's very sensitive, which comes with a handful of "drama" sometimes (for lack of a better word), but she's also resilient when she needs to be, and handles herself better than many kids when it comes to new or unknown things. She's sometimes nervous to try something she's uncertain about (like anyone), but then... she tries anyway. In some ways I find that even braver than being a brazen fearless daredevil, if that makes sense.

She loves sleep, spaghetti, rainbows, pretty pens and paper, being tall, playing her violin, reading, long showers, fun shoes, slime, Harry Potter (she wants me to say she's a clever and creative Ravenclaw), swimming, kicking the soccer ball or trampolining outside, audiobooks, roller-skating, Starbucks, boogie-boarding at the beach, babies (especially her cousins), crafting, singing, cute bags and pouches, warm soft blankets, water slides and roller coasters, running errands (yes really), and baking/cooking projects. She also adores her siblings but not on days when they drive her bonkers, she says. :)

She hates most potatoes, being rushed, and getting up early. She stresses and worries about sickness and not being able to be successful at things (both are mostly unfounded in her case, but anxiousness is anxiousness amirite). She only likes snuggling when it involves being near you but notsomuch touching you, except in the case of back scratching, which she, like her siblings, will always happily demand accept (no idea where they get that). She dislikes chores, too much sports talk, walks/hikes/worship services that take too long, being cold, wearing dresses to non-church events, and when people are too casual about single-use plastics, which she would like you to know are ruining the planet.

She hovers on the line between liking and only-tolerating school, but is a pretty dang good student. Not quick, but thoughtful and accurate and patient. Plus, her friends are there, and so is orchestra, as well as her art and drama clubs. (She is much too giggly to ever be a theater star, her feigned anger and seriousness is laughably... not that; but she does love to try.)

We are so proud to know her and love her, and lucky to raise her, and we thank God for her every day. Happy birthday, baby Beanie. Ten years old!!!

Some memories of this 10th year with Anneliese:



Videos from past birthdays:
9th year
8th year
7th year
6th year
5th year
4th year
3rd year
2nd year
1st year

Happy 12th Birthday, Nathan!

Well it's the end of July again, which means it's time to dust off Ye Olde Blogge because birthday season is upon us, and here remains my best option for capturing something of my babies' baby-selves (yes they're still babies), besides what's happening on insta and whatever.

(Has the social corner of the internet grown into an almost-teen right alongside Nathan? Yes? Yes, it has. The first iPhone was born the same month he was, and well, here we are living in this whole new internet future.)

He's TWELVE today. (!!)

Happy birthday, baby Nathan!!

I wish I had a lovely real professional picture of him but alas, I don't yet, that won't happen for a few more weeks (I'm getting less rigid in my old age) (haaaaa HA you know that's a lie, obviously) (it's just been a busy few weeks and I decided it could wait) (hmmm actually that does sound legitimately like less rigid; I'll take it) and ANYWAY here, enjoy this pic of him from his first day of school yesterday, instead:

He started 7th grade yesterday (still on a modified schedule) and doesn't it sound so old? Seventh grade? He had a good school year last year, which we were surprised and grateful for (surprised because transitioning to middle school sort of sucks amirite? and grateful because we ain't no fools). He loved Chinese best, and took a new interest in history/ social studies. He still likes math and science too, but seems less attached to them over other subjects than he used to be. He does that thing where he's so balanced/fair/noncommittal (Hufflepuff!) that it's hard to tell sometimes what he really likes best, because he seems to moderately enjoy almost all of it. But his affinity for Chinese is clear.

He is still playing his cello and had a great year in orchestra, much better than we knew to expect at his new school. He gets to combine with the band kids and play in a symphony group with brass and winds and percussion which is new to him and has been a really rewarding musical experience.

He has also leaned all in at church this year. He adores youth choir, has turned into a decent little tenor, and seems to have a renewed interest in worship and youth group and faith formation. We did a new (to us) conference at Montreat this year, and he got to be a Music and Worship conferee (Anneliese too!) which they both really liked.

He continues to be obsessed with sports, more obsession in my book than is really warranted considering we have very much screeched the breaks on anything beyond Y teams or city rec league. He watches soccer and football and baseball and fancies himself a future professional, which... mmmkay. (I know, I know, this is normal 12yo kid things, I just need to roll my eyes a little.)

He is still eating everything in sight, says his favorite is steak and also Asian food. He loves Master Chef Jr and still likes to try "helping" in the kitchen and at the grill. He started reading the Lord of the Rings books, but secretly when he doesn't think we are paying attention, he still can't quit the Who Was biographies and takes them to bed on the reg, to read under the covers. He is more and more outgoing and might even be turning into the most extroverted person in this house? (I don't even know what's happening, y'all.)

He loves playing soccer with Charlotte, making videos with Anneliese, trampolining and minecrafting and outside pretending with both of them, building legos in solitude, and he has more patience for little-sister Beanie Boos than I'd ever expect of a kid his age, and yet I'm also not super surprised.

He is kind and confident. He is very anxious and stressed when things don't go how they are "supposed" to go, and we like to joke that his life MO might be "the rules are in place so everyone can JUST HAVE FUN." (Rules: he likes 'em.) He is also bossy and helpful and shows excellent judgement. He's responsible and independent in the best kinds of ways -- managing his own school stuff with very little input needed, riding the city bus home from school on his own every day, getting himself up and going every morning, remembering his schedule and his calendar things. He is curious and snuggly and is in motion 80% of the time. (Growing bodies, man.) He is a really wonderful human, and we love him.

Some of our favorite moments this year are in the video below, including grandparent visits, flights to Minnesota (including a Vikings stadium tour) and to California (!!!) to see Clemson play in the national championship bowl game (I know that's not technically what it's called, don't @ me). Plus Montreat and a road trip and general fun at home:



(If you can't see the video embedded above, click here to watch it on YouTube.)

We love you so much, buddy. And yes, you're twelve and still a baby, thank you for agreeing to this arrangement. Happy birthday, dear Nathan.

Past videos and memories:

Nathan's 10th year
9th year
8th year
7th year
6th year
5th year
4th year
3rd year
2nd year
1st year 

Happy 9th Birthday, Anneliese!

Anneliese is 9 today! (Today meaning, just after midnight, when all the sporadic birthday blogs get published, because if it's a good enough time to have a baby, it's a good enough time to post about it.)

All day I've been asking her, "you know what I was doing nine years ago RIGHT NOW?" and then telling her parts of her birth and labor story and she rolls her eyes (because tween) but then she side-eyes a grin with that dimple and I know she loves it.

I told her I wasn't going to let her go to bed earlier because once she was asleep, she'd be all done being 8, and I wasn't ready to authorize a new age yet. She's all, "mom! you do this every year!" Well... YEP I sure do, can't stop won't stop, get on board baby girl.

So! Birthday week! We are just in the aftermath of our second hurricane in a month (both minor for our purposes, still both frustrating) and we haven't had power and I couldn't bake a cake (I bought one for the first time, someone tell me it's fiiiiiine) or make a birthday video until the wee hours (we have power back, yay!) AND I just got back from a fall break trip with Nathan, so it's been an odd week of nerves and scattered attention and all of a sudden WHOA IT IS HER BIRTHDAY.

She's 9! Look at this sweet big girl.

Anneliese at 9 (almost) (as I'm writing this) is a kind, poised, quirky fun kid. She's ever more introverted, but still chatty with us at home. She's social and has lots of friends and giggles, but doesn't seem to be the leader in any group situation. (Except! We hear she is a leader in the classroom, which is fun to picture.) She has a steady approach to life, in many ways some version of an ideal self I think many adults would want to be (myself included): observing and measuring before acting, not reckless but glad to try new things, confident in saying what she wants or needs yet rarely pushy about it, and (usually) maintaining her composure even when she's confused or stressed.

UNLESS YOU RUSH HER DO NOT RUSH HER SHE CANNOT BE RUSHED. She will cry and break down and say she can't move fast or think clearly when someone is rushing her and stressing her and MOM YOU ARE STRESSING ME OUT (yes, it has begun) (she takes seriously 45 mins to shower and put clothes on every day, and I have no idea what she is doing up there -- staring at the wall? daydreaming of underwear? trying to "match" outfits? -- but I can't look too closely at it, I just have to trust that she'll be dressed and ready and she almost always is; we both do better when I don't micromanage her time but SERIOUSLY WHAT IS SHE DOING (I digress).

She loves to lollygag with her head in the clouds, she's very much a daydreamer, and also a big-picture dreamer, and I think it keeps her content and chill with most of what swirls around her, because she so easily can put her brain somewhere else. I sort of love that about her, because for all the ways she is similar to me emotionally, this corner of her brain is nothing like me, and it's interesting and fun to learn it about her.

She loves her violin and craves our attention and notice when she practices and masters a new song or skill. She likes books and audiobooks and has started leaning into some history and nonfiction which is fun. She is very pro-female and girl-leadership and scowls at people who underestimate girls. (YES YES YES.)

She decided this year she'd like to save some turtles, so we now get straw-shamed when we use a disposable straw around her in a restaurant, except when it's convenient for her, of course, and then it's fine. So... basically she's saving turtles at the speed of a turtle, which is better than not saving them at all right?

Despite being a whole head taller than average for her age, she's still plugging away at gymnastics, and getting better, and having fun! She also loves kicking the soccer ball around outside (this might or might not have more to do with attention and quality time with Nathan than any particular love of soccer) and she's still a strong quick little swimmer. She got a new bike for Christmas (after finally learning to ride last fall) and she's pretty good at that now too!

She's more and more independent, walking to and from the bus stop with Charlotte on her own each day, getting around Montreat on foot on her own this summer, and because she's eager for more independence, she's super reliable and helpful and trustworthy, which is... excellent, and a relief. (And a prayer it sticks, please.)

She loves milk and spaghetti and cabbage risotto and pineapples and sloppy joes and easy mac with sour cream mixed in (I don't even know). She dislikes fizzy drinks and all potatoes except the skinniest of fries, or chips. She would never choose ice cream over another dessert, and she'd never choose chocolate over vanilla, though she'll eat both of those things and rave about them when they're the only options. She adores babies, especially her youngest cousins. She loves dancing to music on YouTube and Amazon. She asked to re-paint her room this summer and after a zillion samples we found an aqua we both agreed on, so... yay for feeling invested in her sense of space? (And by yay I mean WHOA I'm exhausted.) She loves playing dolls with Charlotte and sports with Nathan and board games with Mark. She would communicate in nothing but emojis if we'd let her. She loves unicorns and rainbows and sparkles and slime, and her minecraft worlds are created thusly.

I've said it many times, and I think it even more often: it's bananas cool that we get to be her parents, to love her, to raise her, to see who she's becoming. All of us who get to know and love her are truly better for it, I really believe that.

Video of the past year:


(If you can't see the video embedded above, click here to watch it on YouTube.)

Past years of memories:
8th year
7th year
6th year
5th year
4th year
3rd year
2nd year
1st year

Happy birthday, baby Beanie. We love you forever and ever.

Happy 7th Birthday, Charlotte!

Charlotte Booler is 7 today! Happy birthday, baby girl!

She doesn't know it yet, but when we wake up in the morning, we are taking her to the American Girl Store (we drove to Charlotte, which is the closest storefront to us, to spend the night with my mom and put us closer) and letting her finally FINALLY get an American Girl doll, which she has been coveting for literal years. After wandering the Chicago store last summer, she knows exactly which one she wants, and we have two aunts meeting us there for a tea party/ lunch in the doll cafe (I DO NOT EVEN KNOW WHO I AM ANYMORE), and I am actually legit excited to finally give her this thing she has wanted for so long. (There has been a "responsibility" requirement for such an expensive doll in our family, which she has... um... taken a few extra years to show she can handle.)

Anyway. Doll me strength. Happy doll lunch birthday to this child who has big-girl interests and somehow isn't in a bumbo seat drooling on herself anymore. I know, it's weird how that happened.

Seven!

Charlotte at 7 is a gappy-toothed bubbly chatty funny delight. She has no shortage of personality, and though she still hasn't really ever met a stranger, she's become sliiiiightly more guarded with who gets to see her truly silly side. She loves dancing in her room, lip syncing with a hairbrush, and filming herself talking to the camera about all manner of nothing (as if she's a youtuber, which she longs to be, which I will not allow, despite the hours of footage added up on all our devices showing her life dream about this).

She's a night owl and an early riser, both. She's a lefty who loves drawing and writing her name on everything. She loves puzzles and math. Her favorite mammal is a sheep but her favorite SEA-mammal is a narwhal, and her favorite overall animal is a penguin. (She really likes animals.)

She took a sign language elective at school last year, and now loves signing. She's on a quest to learn more, and notices sign language now everrrrywhere, tons of places I had never noticed myself. She says when she grows up, she wants to be a person who signs sermons in church (or an artist. one of those).

She loves Beanie Boos, and will recite a list of the ones she owns, in order of acquisition, to anyone who will listen. (I don't recommend listening to this, unless you have, like, very specific insomnia needs.)

She reports that the best new places she went this year were a Disney Cruise, and (finally!) Montreat. Of all our kids, she's the one who most craves a new adventure, which is really fun for me, since it feels like a little bit of me, connecting to her in that way.

She didn't do dance this year, because she was a bit overwhelmed at starting a full-day school schedule, and it was all just... too much. (To this I say: YEP I GET IT ME TOO.) She does miss having an activity though, so she will start gymnastics with Anneliese this fall. She also loves running (and is fast!) and finally this winter learned to swim. It's amazing how fast and strong her swimming is now, just a few months later. (However, she doesn't want to be called "quite the little fish" but "quite the little narwhal." Please to make a note.)

She and Anneliese have become thick as thieves this year, which is really fun to see. (Well, really fun insofar as the bickering doesn't exhaust me, because they are very much thieves of the bickering ilk.) When Nathan is home, she sort of has to vy for Anneliese's attention and affection, but most often she can fit right into the group dynamic, and the girls find lots of moments for sister time with dolls and dancing and whatever camping show they're into watching together these days.

Sometimes parenting Charlotte feels like a whole new beast to Mark and me. She's somehow cut from a very different cloth than the other two (I know, I know, all children are different), and it once in a while renders us feeling like hopeless newbies at this whole thing, even though we're over a decade in and she's our third kid. Those days and weeks and spells are... hard. She has her own mind, and knowing what the expectations are, and what the right thing to do is, isn't *always* enough to convince her to do it. But MOST of the time, she is wonderful and quirky and funny and sweet, always the first one who wants to snuggle or have special time one on one with us, often the first who wants to help in the kitchen, the least complainy about chores and cleaning, and these days the best eater in the house (whoa). She is becoming more confident in her needs and her gifts, and it's super cool to see her becoming the person she will be.

For now, we'll settle into watching her be seven. We'll spend the day doll shopping and eating chocolate cheesecake (her request). We'll delight in this little Booler, and be so joyful that we get to know her and love her. It seems only a moment ago, the idea of a third baby was so hypothetical, just a lark of a hope, and now she's here and human and funny and HER. She made and makes our family complete, and we love her like the sun.

Happy birthday, dear Charlotte. We love you so much, forever and ever, baby Booler.

Memories from Charlotte's 7th year:



(If you can't see the embedded video, click here to watch on YouTube.)

And from years past:

Sixth year
Fifth year
Fourth year
Third year
Second year
First year

Happy 11th Birthday, Nathan!

Welp, Nathan is eleven!

The tiny baby who came home to two mostly-clueless parents and two pups who thought they were human, the baby who inspired the move of Erin's Official Internet Sharings from, like, long emails and LiveJournals and MySpace to HERE IN YE LITTLE CORNER OF THE WEBZ which has already somehow aged itself out of usefulness in keeping up with the times but I can't quite quit it anyway -- yeah, THAT little newborn baby is now eleven.

Eleven!

Happy birthday, baby Nathan!

He started middle school this week (magnet school with a modified schedule starts early and ends early each year). He's still doing orchestra, and loving science and design things, is doing a geometric construction class (?) (something about math and buildings) and also digital literacy (because 2018) and Chinese and all sorts of big-kid things.

He has reached the age of into-every-sport, thinks he is destined to be a great football star (he has never played football, never, not once, but he will be trying it this fall) (the flag variety, I'm not nuts y'all, PLEZ), is actually a really fast swimmer, likes running, and wears out athletic shoes faster than he outgrows them (he's still the smallest kid in his grade) (best of luck with those football dreams, buddy). He has fallen hard for the Croatian national soccer team, the Twins (?) and the Vikings (???) - but is most enthused about Clemson football, because, yknow, Dad time.

He tells jokes that actually (sometimes) have a real punchlines that are (somewhat) funny. He is too old for Daniel Tiger but not too old for Cars and Toy Story. He isn't yet too cool for snuggling. THANK THE LORD AMIRITE?! He loves his little sisters and his little cousins and is compliant and responsible and polite, and only shows signs of teen 'tude when he's overstimulated or beyond his introvert limits (but is better than many adults at recognizing that and escaping for a bit to recharge).

He is bossy but we have no idea where he gets that. *shrug*  *cringe*

His YouTube history is still full of dinosaur documentaries and info about maritime history, now with a smattering of Two Cellos, The Piano Guys, Imagine Dragons, Minecraft how-tos, sportsball highlights, kid chef/cooking shows, drawing tutorials, and Try Not to Laugh videos. (Spoiler alert: he usually laughs. Often at o' dark thirty in the morning when I am trying to sleep late.) (Someone wake me when my mom of the year trophy arrives.)

We got him a cell phone earlier this summer, for the advent of middle school (he'll eventually be taking a city bus home, and I need to text him and also track his every location and move like any millenial parent, duh) and as we were setting up our family cell phone rules, and talking about not disparaging other people or excluding them or saying unkind or untrue things about them, etc - he said "so basically, be a a Hufflepuff?" YES, BUDDY. YES. BE A HUFFLEPUFF.

And he is. Through and through. He seeks to include, he clamors for what's fair (to the point where his exacting nature is sometimes exhausting for me), he is empathetic and kind and funny, and just a truly wonderful little human.

I felt a LOT of feelings this past Sunday, his due date, the night before he started middle school. I cried all my tears and missed his infant self and I think I have that out of my system for the moment, because right now all I can think about is how great he is, how glad I am I know him, and how amazed and grateful I am that we get to be his parents.

Happy birthday, dear Nathan. We love you so much. xoxo


(Click here to watch the embedded video above on YouTube.)


Memory lane:

Nathan's 10th year
9th year
8th year
7th year
6th year
5th year
4th year
3rd year
2nd year
1st year (omg   *sob emoji*)

Happy Birthday, Anneliese!

Anneliese is 8 today! I secretly want to keep her home from school and take the day off work and snuggle and watch movies (read: birthday videos) and hang out with her all day, and I even offered her the option to play hooky, but she wants to go to school and see her friends and have a class birthday breakfast or whatever, so LE SIGH woe is me etc. I will just be here, distracted from client stuff, feeling my mommy feelings and watching the clock.

Tonight we have a pool party planned at an indoor parks and rec place with a slide, and all her fall pool party birthday dreams will come true. (She eyeballs her siblings' summer birthdays wistfully, and they do the same for her school-year birthday. The grass is always greener, munchkins. Get used to it.)

I have a german chocolate cake waiting, and will put something colorful on top (?) before the day is out. Coconuts and chocolate and nuts for my girl, with a rainbow and a grin.

The world has delighted Anneliese for another year, and she has delighted us too. Some fun moments from this year:


(If you can't see the video embedded above, click this link to watch on YouTube.)

And the memory lane videos:
seventh year
sixth
fifth
fourth
third
second
first

Every time I stop and remember how excited I was to meet Anneliese, to have a daughter, my daughter, I am amazed anew at how she's exactly as wonderful as we hoped, and more wonderful all the time. Our lives are better because we get to love her, and the world is better because she's in it.

Happy birthday, dear Anneliese. We love you so much!

Happy Birthday, Anneliese!

Anneliese is 7! Officially 7! That's like, a big kid age. (I say that every year. Every year I learn it anew and believe it anew.) Big kids have to go to school on their birthdays, but we have a rainbow cake waiting for her and a dinner outing and presents when she gets home. And a party planned for her with some friends tomorrow.

And flowers! Mark brought flowers home to me earlier this week after I had been holding down the fort while he worked round the clock during the hurricane, and Anneliese thought they were for her, so obviously he had to go get her some. And now will, forever and ever amen. (I know this is what will happen, because the same thing happened to my dad with me when I was six and thought mom's apology flowers were mine. I still get birthday flowers every year. And every year it makes me smile.)

So we hope it's a fun and sweet day with our birthday girl! And in the meantime, here are some of our favorite moments of the last year:


(If you can't see the embedded video, click here to watch it on YouTube.)

Also, memories of years past: her first year, second year, third year, fourth year, fifth year, sixth year.

We are so excited to see what 7 has in store for our rainbow middlest baby. Happy birthday, dear Anneliese.

Anneliese at Almost Seven

Okay so there are golden birthdays, but is there such a thing as a golden due date? If so, this is Anneliese's. It's October 7th again, and she's almost 7!

Anneliese these days is made up of big feelings, rainbows, chapter books, dolls and doll dress-ups, spaghetti, coconut, craft projects, an odd blend of sassy and compliant responsibility, a head of loose teeth (though not enough missing for her taste), running, swimming, dancing, Olympics, creativity, bright smarts, and one of the funniest kindest hearts I've ever known. She's into girl strength and also silly girlishness. She's a beautiful singer. She loves school and sleeping late. She does cartwheels the way some people talk with their hands. She's the object of affection and attention from both her siblings. She is our middlest, and she is beloved.

I can't believe it was seven years ago she was inside me and we only knew her as Beanie, the awaited baby daughter I was so excited to finally have.

Once in a while, something your heart has huge hopes for, turns out to be exactly as good as you'd hoped. For me, being Anneliese's mom is one of those things.

I love you, little Beanie. Happy due date.

Bumgarner (Birthday!) Beach Week

With all the grandkids getting older and starting school, in a variety of school districts with varying school district schedules, we opted last year to move our family's beach week to August instead of spring break. So we had to wait several extra months this year to scratch our beach itch, but we finally made it! And celebrated Charlotte's birthday there, to boot!

(Girl's going to start thinking she gets a trip every year for her birthday.)

I made a laughably fundorable janky sunshine cake, per her beach birthday request, and it was... something. (She loved it.)

In better crafty news, I also made that shirt myself with a roll of iron on glitter paper and a blowing up a fun font and tracing it, oh yes I did, LIKE A BOSS.

Her one birthday request for the beach was to have an egg hunt. Normally we have always been there near Easter of course, and we often do a big family egg hunt outside on Easter afternoon after our beach arrival. Egg hunts aren't really part of our Easter celebration at home, so she totally associates eggs with the beach, not Easter itself. And. So. She wanted one for her birthday. At the beach. BECAUSE EGG HUNTS ARE A NORMAL BEACH ACTIVITY DUH.

After her birthday, the rest of the week was full of drinking and ice cream and watching the Olympics together, which was sort of fun since we hadn't done that together since we were kids.

We also took some of the kids to a tye dye event in the little pavilion by the town hall. Excellent activity.

We waited by a turtle nest for some turtle rescuers to shepherd some babies into the ocean (Holden Beach is a turtle sanctuary and we were there exactly the right week!) but it had already mostly hatched, so we only got to see leftover eggs, no babies.

John and Mark and the kids built a lot of sandcastles. Like, a lot. A LOT. Sometimes I think those two only pretend to be into it "for the kids" because they just legit like digging themselves.

Anneliese figured out how to ride waves in on the boogie board, and spent literal hours doing it. At one point during the week she asked me if there was an olympic medal for boogie boarding. "No reason, just curious."

We had some lovely evenings out on the beach, too. Our normal (little kid) routine had been to bring everyone in by 4 or 5 for dinner and then into bed afterwards. But this time of year, when it's hot in the day and everyone doesn't need to be in bed super early (because Olympics) (and getting older), it became easier to have some a/c time inside in the middle of the afternoon, and play to our hearts' content in the evening. Just so amazingly beautiful.

And fun uncles make things pretty fun too.

Thanks for a fun week as always, Dad and Cathy! It's so fun to see how the kids grow up all crowded around you at the beach every year. We are lucky to do this and lucky to have you.

It seems every Carolinian family has "their" beach town that they go to every year, a thing that is apparently unfamiliar outside of this part of the country. But it happens, it starts to feel like home, everyone has one, and this one is ours.

See you next year, Holden Beach.

Happy Birthday, Charlotte!

I am posting this in the wee hours of Charlotte's 5th birthday, from the beach, our annual trip with my dad. This is our second year on the road for her special day. Basically she's going to start expecting a trip every year for her birthday, and I will have very wide eyes (and say no) (but secretly want to say yes).

She was really excited to claim a top bunk when we got here today, something she quickly named as her birthday right (she didn't get a top bunk at GWL for Nathan's birthday, and has been talking about it ever since). But some hours after bedtime she got scared up high, appeared for several "bathroom breaks," one of which ended in tears and fears -- so we did a bed shuffle and now she is sound asleep beside me, my sweet baby girl who wants to be a big girl but clearly still isn't, in so many ways.

Oh, my heart.

So while I am busy having difficulty comprehending the passing of time, and also that my child is five, my youngest baby, and thinking about how much a youngest baby growing up just wreaks havok on the mom feels -- as I'm thinking about all that, I am also just now remembering I intended to make a cake tonight, and whoops! Got distracted by ice cream and the Olympics and totally forgot. It's nothing that I can't do in the morning, of course -- our "party" plans for the day are very vague, because, yknow, vacation -- but it just goes to show that while youngest kids can pull extra at your heartstrings, they also get a teensy bit forgotten. POOR THIRD CHILD, ETC.

But she is indeed five, and she will have cake, and the cake will be wearing sunglasses, I think? I hope? and she does squeeze my heart, this little Booler. She is growing up right before our eyes; most days it feels like the perfect balance of happy/sad.

Some of my favorites from the last year:


If you can't see the embeded video, click here to watch on YouTube.

(If you love memory lane like I do, here are her first, second, third, and fourth years too.)

Oh sweet little girl, I both ache for your diminishing babyness, and love the race into your big-kid-ness. I love you more than you can ever know. Keep dancing, every time you feel a dance in you. This year and always.

Happy birthday, dear Charlotte.

Great Wolf Birthday

Nathan opted out of a typical birthday party this year in favor of an overnight trip to the Great Wolf Lodge, which he has been asking to do for years, and daaaaang can I just say this is a great idea? Family time? Fun. Water slides? Fun. Great room with built in cabin? FUN. And no managing rsvp's and filling favor bags and planning party games and worrying your child's friends have summer plans and are hard to catch up with and then cleaning up after them? RECOMMEND.

We woke up early to hit the road, so we had Nathan's birthday cake first thing. For breakfast dessert! (Oh, the small things that delight children.)

(I made Smitten Kitchen's Pink Lady Cake but with raspberries instead of strawberries, and you should definitely do that if you like fruity cake. I only made a third of the recipe since hers is hyuuuge.)

We went to the Great Wolf Lodge in Williamsburg (there are two about the same distance from us, and that one had better ratings), and we only went for one night. We weren't sure of the timing but it turns out that was a great length for us. We got there at 1, which is the earliest you can get a water park bracelet on your check-in day. Our room wasn't ready til 4, but we knew that going in, and we (I) had packed our swimsuits and stuff smartly, so we had "day at the pool" bags separate from our suitcase.

So we had several hours at the waterpark, and this was peak crowds, it turns out (which makes sense, since that day's checkout people can stay til close and people like us were there ready to play before our own checkins), but even at peak crowds it was still fine. Only the biggest baddest slide had a long line, and that was.... fifteen minutes? So, fiiiiine.

And y'all, the slides are GOOD! They say "waterpark" indoors, but people throw that term around loosely, and sometimes a "waterpark" at a hotel is like, a cool pool with several slides. So, you never know. But this was legit! They were big and fast and really fun, even for adults.

You have to be 48 inches to do most of the big ones, so Nathan and Anneliese could go on whatever they wanted. There were a handful of slides for smaller kids too, but Charlotte had zero interest. She mostly just wanted to skip through the splash pools, chicken out at the tops of even the baby splash slides, and find her zen in the wave pool.

Anneliese, meanwhile, is our adventure-seeker and waited in  line for the biggest coolest (scariest) slide a gazillion times.

We went out for a family birthday dinner, and they had a steak on the kids menu, and Nathan desperately wanted it, which is of course fine. Steak dinner!

(He needed help learning to cut it. It was adorable.)

We opened presents in our room, which was sweet.

Our room was great! It had a fireplace and a fridge and a table and couch and sitting area. Plus a balcony. And a cabin! With bunk beds!

They have several kinds of suites (tents, caves, cabins) but Nathan liked this one because it had room for a third kid in the fun part, instead of just getting stuck on a sleeper sofa. So if you have three kids, get the cabin. When you're a child (or a grownup, ha), there's nothing much cooler than a novel place to sleep in a hotel room.

The hotel has all manner of things for kids to do if you get tired of the waterpark (we didn't, really, but some people might). Like a round-the-clock schedule of included activities in the lobby, like kiddie yoga, and crafts, and button making, and character appearances, and milk/cookies at bedtime, and a PJ bubble party. (We did stop by that.) (Mark taught Charlotte the electric slide. Haaaaaaa.)

I had heard that lots of stuff at GWL would cost extra, and we would rack up room charges on all manner of things (everything goes through your room key, which is also your waterpark wristband, which is very easy and also therefore potentially dangerous), but we didn't find that to be the case at all. Everything we wanted to do was included, we went out for one dinner, we brought our own yogurt and cereal and pop tarts for breakfast (there's a fridge in every room, we'd have been dumb not to), and we used a resort credit booking promo to buy lunch and snacks and frozen drinks at the pool.

Apparently there is a magic game involving wands and extra charges that lots of kids love, but our kids were happy to chase Pokemon and no one tried to push any of those extras on us or anything. I don't think our kids even noticed they existed, which is nice. Some places market that stuff directly to kids which is so maddening, but GWL didn't, so A+ to them.

Anyway it was totally a good experience, especially for a birthday (every kid gets wolf ears at check-in, but Nathan's had a special hat on them so all the staff could see he was a special occasion kid, and treated him as such, which was very sweet -- and he also got a token for a free treat at the ice cream parlor, which is a nice touch). It felt special enough and out of the ordinary that for the kids it was a Very Big Deal, and for us it was really easy to have a night in a place that clearly knows how to cater to families.

(Well, I say easy except my broke-ass foot was really tired from walking barefoot all around the waterpark. I have been weaning off my boot cast and into sturdy hiking shoes, but all those barefoot hours were a more strenuous wean than I should have done. I'm still hoping it doesn't come back to bite me later. I feel dumb, yo.)

Nathan is Nine! Happy Birthday!!

Nathan is officially nine! Happy birthday!

As always, some of our favorite memories from the last year:


(If you can't see the embedded video, click here to watch it on YouTube.)

And, for those who are so inclined (as we always are!) - allllll his other birthday videos, too: his first year, second year, third year, fourth year, fifth year, sixth year, seventh year, and eighth year.

Happy birthday, dear Nathan. We love you so much.

(Half) A Year in the Life

So. I missed this here little ol' blog, and I came over a few days ago to dust it off and get caught up, and there were gross horrible rapey comments waiting for moderation, and it momentarily upended how I felt about the internet, because amongst all the loveliness and wonderful human connection, there is apparently horrible barf-inducing assholery as well, and even though that's a thing you think you know, you don't know it til it's aimed at your own children.

So, I did what any normal person would do and I locked this sh!t down. Hello from this newly guard-railed space which can't be googled and no longer has links posted in any public profile, where people only find me if I share on a platform that's now private, because all my platforms are now private. Which means people only find me if I share myself where they can.

Hi! You found me! I shared myself to you!

Y'all, it hasn't been our best season/s in these parts. The honest but not-gritty recap:

NOVEMBER

I turned 35, Another Nathan flew in on my birthday and Mark and I had a lovely visit with him, and I felt very loved and very middle-aged.

Mark and I took a grownups-only trip to Mexico, and my dad came and stayed in our house for a week and managed everything (everything!) at home, because he is amazing. Mexico was also amazing. Mark was amazing. It was such a happy trip.

Mark turned 35. We had cake and a date and took this family picture. Yay family!

I started a new job.

!!!!!!!

I mentioned this in my year-end recap post; it's the same job I did before, but with a different company. The whole going-back-to-work thing was really fraught and stressful, half because I'm suddenly 35 and don't know what to do with my life, and half because Mark's work is so batsh!t insane that it's really difficult to piece any kind of work schedule together and balance it with also picking up the slack at home, plus all the normal stuff I do (I was already busy). And, so, things kind of came to a head around this time about the balance in our marriage and house and life, and there were ugly feelings and patterns surrounding some of that and, well, yeah.

Speaking of ugly, this laptop bag I got from my company is kind of the worst, yes?

(I got a new one to tide me over until I find The Bag, don't worry.) (Suggestions welcome, if you love your laptop bag, by the way.)

DECEMBER

It was not our best holiday season. It's kind of a blur now. But here, look at a sweet Christmas picture of the babies.

JANUARY

We got a new car! I forced Mark (forced!) to feel his feelings about his old Mazda, the first car we ever bought together, and we sold it and are now back to being an Accord family. It'll be mine when the van dies, and whatever Big Car we get to replace it will be mostly Mark's to drive around daily. SEDAN ME, YO.

Since we didn't get our traditional New Year's Eve all together, I flew to Minnesota for Another Nathan's birthday. It was -36 with the wind chill (yes that says NEGATIVE THIRTY SIX OH EM GEE) when I went to church that Sunday morning. I secretly felt like a badass and I secretly love the snow, but only because it's in a place with plows and such. Was a delightful visit and left feeling... spirit-filled. Friendship-filled. Etc.

We lost power for a night in an ice storm and the kids and I camped out by the (gas) fireplace and read books out loud. It was surprisingly sweet, in a Laura Ingalls (cussy) kind of way.

Also, Charlotte helped me with work, and it sort of delighted me, on the days it didn't exhaust me.

I'M RIGHT ON TOP OF THAT, ROSE!

And that is legit the most exciting thing to report in all of January.

FEBRUARY

Anneliese burned her hand badly on the stove while helping me make sloppy joes.

She also read Amelia Bedelia and sent funny texts about it.

And wore this great outfit.

Hmmm I'm grasping at straws. February mostly sucked.

MARCH

I went to Pawley's Island to see my friend Amy for the weekend, and play with her kids at the beach. It was cold so we didn't put the kids in swimsuits, but they got in anyway, and who couldn't have seen that coming?

Our grocery store stopped selling my favorite bread that I love for toast, so I started making my own. Because I love toast. I eat it every day. With coffee. Toast is a meal for me. Anyway.

I played with recipes until I figured out how to do it exactly how I like it, and it's a barely-changed version of Arwen's "the bread" and hey it turns out I'm not scared of yeast anymore, and it makes me feel all Laura Ingalls (the good way) to do this for myself every week.

Bowden's kidneys started to lose functioning. Our sweet girl is getting old.

March wasn't really my favorite either.

APRIL

Things started to feel a little less sucky in these parts, for a moment.

We got a new nephew! Meet baby Charlie! This is Ali's little brother. Anneliese of course always loves a new baby to hold.

We celebrated Easter, but sadly not with a beach drive, since Bumgarner Beach Week is moved to August this year. The kids looked cute though.

We went camping as a family. It was pretty, the kids loved it, it was fine. No one sleeps well when camping, right? But campfire food is always delicious.

I went to Las Vegas for the Blathering, and it turns out Vegas is nothing like I was picturing, in all the best ways. It was clean and fun and lively and beautiful, and I tell you what, people in Vegas know how to commit to a theme. It's just all very... well done.

This is my favorite picture with Sarah that we have ever taken.
Every time I look at it I feel happy.
I legit keep it in an album on my phone of things to look at on crappy days.
I love her.

And it was wonderful to be with amazing ladies who are good for my heart and make me laugh til I cry, and love me even in hard seasons, and do not hate my life even when I hate it, and to hug Another Nathan on the way home via MSP.

Basically re-entry sucked, after a happy laughy weekend away from real life. Suuuuuucked. On many levels, but not the least of which was Charlotte getting terribly sick with a chest infection (shocker) (asthma baby) and that bled into a vom bug, and it was generally  miserable.

MAY

Anneliese got a grade-level responsibility award at school, and we about burst with pride.

She also sang an adorable solo in her chorus concert at school.

Everything's coming up Anneliese!

We all (well, except Charlotte, but she was there, listening) sang/played together in a music festival at church. A seriously lovely family moment after lots of hard months.

Nathan got big kid teeth! And had several teeth pulled in preparation for braces, sometime... sometime. Who knows exactly when. Braces! They are coming!

He also played delightfully in his orchestra concert and is vying for a spot in the advanced group next fall. (Is maybe a long shot? I can't tell.)

My work got completely insane and busy, and I needed to do it full time, which we had expected for spring, but we didn't know what that would feel like on the home front til I was doing it. Working full time from home with only a few hours of childcare a day is NO JOKE, especially when May is too much anyway. Just... too much. People of the world: May is too much. Please spread the schedule around a bit. COME ON.

I laughed-to-keep-from-crying by singing into my phone headset like Britney, basically every day. (I cried too, because obviously.) (Mark's job continued/continues to be also insane.) (SOMETHING HAS TO GIVE.)

Charlotte finished her last day of preschool, ever. Here she is starting 2's in 2013, and finishing 4's this spring.

Lest you think she is always this beautiful, you should know she smiled like this on the first attempt:

I don't even know.

At some point in May, Mark went to Seattle for a week and kicked off a long several weeks/months of us like ships passing in the night. Trips backing up to each other, and work schedules, and yeah.

We needed the space but then also missed each other, which is a really nice feeling when you think about it.

JUNE

I started the month with a Memorial Day road trip with Another Nathan, from Minnesota down to North Carolina, kinda reversed from what we did when we moved him up there two summers ago. Turns out, we're still great at road trips.

Then I spent two weeks and change at Montreat, where he had asked me to be the office manager for the first several weeks of youth conference, which he DIRECTED this year, and did amazingly well.

Montreat was wonderful and spirit-filling as always. My heart has a whole blog post stirring about just this, but not today.

Oh and also I broke my foot there. *cringe face emoji*

After the conference, we had a few days of all of us at home for a moment, and Another Nathan and Mr David visiting. and we celebrated our 13th anniversary and the success of the youth conference and David's new book (!!) and all was well.

Mark went on ASP and I missed him, again. Re-entry sucked, again.

At some point we went on a date and I ordered this drink with a flower in it and we took this picture together and it makes me smile to look at it, so I am posting it here.

Marriage is hard work but sometimes you look cute, so.