two for one


Today the huzband played drums at church for all three services.  (It was a whole pastor’s take over the worship band kind of thing.)  Anytime he plays these days, it brings me back to our beginning dating years when I would visit him at his church and sit where I could watch him in the drum cage.  He was always so handsome playing his heart out (pat-ta-pat-ta-pat-ta)!!  I mean really, who wouldn’t want to date the dashing, sexy Colombian musician!  And he is just as good-looking today when he plays….though he has less hair!


Today our little household double celebrated the huzband!  Not only are we celebrating the amazing father that he is, but we are also celebrating the day he was born, his birthday!!  It’s a two for one day!


To the huzband, 

You have gifted me two incredible little girls that fill my heart to overflowing!  You daily pour your love into their hearts, into their lives and you truly are the apple of their eyes!  I am out of words tonight (I’m tired people) but my thoughts keep taking me to the fact that you are a wonderful father.  Little did we know but you were created to be a daddy to little girls!  What an incredible honor that is, to be molding these two into beautiful women.  Your role in our lives is more humongous than you could ever imagine!  Keep loving and living life to the fullest!

imageI was at all three services as well so I spent quite a bit of time in the nursing mom’s room with Rose hence this is the best photo I got of the huzband playing today (kind of a fail?!)

Happy Birthday and Happy Father’s Day my love!

Your White Albino


If you would like to catch some of the huzband’s drum playing madness or his wives’ awesome announcing announcements skillz, here is the link for this week’s video on our church’s website:

Father’s Day at Church on the Rock



imageit all started with walking at an indoor track

Tomorrow I am competing in my second sprint triathlon, the Why Not Tri.  I am thankful to have a friend that signed up along with me.  She helps keep me accountable (translate: someone I can moan and groan to about the training).  I wrote the following earlier this week, Monday to be exact, and it’s just a peek into this interesting yet inconsistent journey I have been on towards this triathlon.


I “finally” got out this afternoon for my run.  I say finally because it took three tries to put Rose down for a nap.  Each time, as soon as I set her down, she would wake up (this is something recent) but they say third times a charm, right?  It “appeared” the third time would be the charm……until she woke up!  (Hang head in defeat.)  In my babies defense, I did go switch out laundry before heading out on my run.  Obviously the wrong decision.  (And that’s a whole other debacle scenario: baby is napping, what should I do first?!?!?!)  She awoke as I was ready to head out the door therefore, last-minute, I decided to just put her in the stroller and take her (push her) along for my run!  I was really looking forward to a stroller free run but alas, it it’s not the end of the world and it turned into being a pretty nice run……until she (as in my sweet little baby) cried for the last 15 minutes.

It was then, in that crying phase, where outside of just not wanting to be in the stroller, there was really nothing I could do for Rose but keep running to get home.  It was here that I started thinking about not only my race this Saturday but my training for it in general.  Training with a baby is just stinking hard.  There have been runs where the soundtrack I am listening to is a fussy baby or bike rides on the huzband’s  trainer (in the basement) that were cut short because baby got bored watching momma or weeks where training really didn’t happen due to a sick baby who just wanted snuggle’s all the time!  I am thankful for the friends and family that have partnered with me and helped me out, like holding her at the pool while I swam laps or pushing her in the stroller while I rode my bike!

imagebaby wearing selfie aka Rose selfie

When I think about my attempts to train, exercise, be healthy, loose the baby love (that’s what I call baby weight), whatever you would like to call it, probably the most important word that comes to mind is flexibility!  Goals to work towards (like races) help motivate me in my fitness journey, however this time around flexibility was and is key.  There are days baby is in tow, along with all of babies stuff.  There are days where I am thankful for an extra set of hands willing to hold her for a little while.  There are days where I am just too tired from a not so good night of sleep to even want to get out and there are days where I try to squeeze in what I can between feedings (this can sometimes be a wee bit stressful).

Flexibility will be key come race day as well.  As much as I have tried, as many bottles as I have purchased (so far three different kinds), my little Rose has just not taken to drinking milk out of a bottle.  What she has taken to is just chewing on the end of the nipple and smiling at me!  Ha!  So come Saturday, part of my “race day plan” is taking time to breastfeed my baby!

Flexibility people, flexibility!

I am thankful for one more great friend who is willing to take on my little Rose, to take on her cute, sweet smile as well as her non bottle feeding habits!  I sometimes want to get anxious about it, about the thought of her wanting to eat and I’m somewhere on mile 7 of my bike, about the thought of trying to feed her one more time before the start of my swim, or about her having a really off day and turning into Godzilla baby!!  However, I know she will be in good hands, I know my friend has no problem flagging me down in the middle of the course if Rose really needs me (which makes me feel good), I know there’s no such thing as Godzilla baby (right?!) and I know it is about being healthy and having fun.  The anxiousness just doesn’t fit in here!

My baby isn’t going to starve and though my training has been inconsistent, at least it’s been there.  Flexibility!  I am thankful I get to do this but this will be it for a while.  (Okay, maybe a 5K at the end of summer….or in two weeks when my little family does the Color Run together.)

Flexibility is a reminder that it’s okay.  It’s okay not to run as fast.  It’s okay not to go as long.  It’s okay to take a break.  It’s okay to just enjoy the time.  It’s okay to make it about time with my family (bike rides, frisbee, fun runs, badminton, etc) and not about my weight.  It’s okay that right now, my girls are my focus and they get to be a part of my fitness journey.

imagebecause every post should end with their child mummied up in a sleeping bag


the end of second grade


It’s been hitting me recently when I look at my little V how she really isn’t little anymore. There are split of a second moments that I see my future teenager, or this pre-teen who will emerge in a few short years; moments where I realize my little girls is making memories that I may not be a part of. I think I’m a little emotional at how suddenly my little V is growing up into this young lady!


I asked the huzband today if he thought we were doing a good job raising V and I realize all this is going on with me because we are saying goodbye to the end of another school year.  Another year has passed and with it the trials of navigating a seven-year old’s sassiness and attitude; another year balancing an independent young girl’s changing life as she became a big sister.  We have reached the end of second grade.

I thought about just curling up, eating M&M’s and crying but that seemed a bit excessive…for now.  Instead, on the way to her sleepover at school, I decided to interview her and record it.  Here is that transcript!



[Italics represents me. Non italics is Velda.]

This is your last night as a second grader, how does that make you feel?


Happy?  Why are you happy?

Um, because I’m going to be a third grader next year.

What is it about third grade that excites you?

I can learn times I’m guessing and new stuff.


So what are you doing tonight?

Having a school sleepover.

How fun!!  What are you going to do tonight at your sleepover?

Sleep at my school and watch Shaggy Dog.  And we get to, after our school, after we go to the gym, we get to put our pajamas on and we get to go outside with some popsicles.  [Side note for you readers, they are taking a trip to a local gymnastics place to spend a few hours before coming back to the school to sleep.]


You’re going outside in pajamas!!!  Do you know why you get to do that?

Because our last day of school and I’m guessing because our teachers are going to miss us.

And because we live in Alaska and it’s daylight till like 11pm right now!  What are you doing tomorrow?

Going to umm…

Happy Trails Kennel with Martin Buser.  He won the Iditarod four times!!

And we get to roast marshmallows with him!

Roast marshmallow’s, ooo!!  


So what was different about being in second grade?

… [Silence]

Think about your whole year, tell me something that was different about your year?

I actually got to have some new friends and learn and they told me cool stuff.

Like what kind of cool stuff?

Like, um, they went on a trip to Hawaii or something.

Is there anything you are going to miss about second grade?

It’s going to be easy.

You’re going to miss that it was easy?  Do you think it’s going to be harder in third grade?

I’m guessing


Is there anything else you want to say about second grade?

I’m going to miss it.

You’re going to miss it?  But you get the same teacher next year, right?  Mr. Sidelinger and Miss Goldbeck.  That’s pretty cool!



So there you have it folks.  On her last night as a second grader, we got to see a glimpse into the mind of an almost third grader.

Also known as my growing up way too quickly little V!!!

ten years



Ten years ago on this 7th day of May, I awoke to a new day knowing that by the day’s end I would forever be changing the course of my life.  Ten years ago I became the wife to the huzband.



It’s a bit surreal that we have reached the 10 year mark; I’m in awe that that much time has actually passed.  I have lived life for 10 years with the huzband (and survived, just kidding).  This man who started out as my husband has become so much more to me; he has become my best friend, my lover, my confidant, my comfort, my encourager and so much more, including the one, the only, “the huzband“.



I’ve been pondering this past week leading up to our anniversary.  Thinking about the years past, about this man I call the huzband, about what our future holds but mainly, I’ve been thinking about what I have learned about the huzband over the past 10 years.  To say I knew him completely when I married him would be naive.  Since saying ‘I Do’, I have come to learn much more about his character and the depth of who he is as time passes.  So to celebrate the honor of being his wife for the past 10 years, here are 10 things I have learned about the huzband since the day we got married.


1. He never complains about my cooking.  Over the years I have grown  into a pretty good cook (or so I think).  It wasn’t always like this however, and whether I was serving chicken and rice every night, grilled cheese and nachos, a new & interesting (otherwise known as gross) recipe or am on point with my menu and culinary tasties, the huzband always eats what I serve.  He is honest when I miss the mark, or sometimes he spares me the embarrassment since I already know, but he eats it anyway reminding his family how blessed we are for our abundance of food!


2. There is no doubt that his family comes first.  As years pass, the huzband has become more and more adamant that his family time comes first no matter what.  He has proven himself time and time again that spending time with us is his most favorite thing to do and he protects our time together fervently.  (If you work with him, you totally know this!)



3. When he sets his mind to something, whether it be  a goal, an ideal, etc, he gives it his 150%.  He is dedicated and doesn’t know how to do things only half way.  Once he is in, he is ALL in; like doing an Ironman or living the Alaskan life.


4. He loves to drive me crazy.  He teases me to no end.  He gets pleasure out of pushing my buttons and seeing me pop.  He likes to, jokingly, give me a hard time and his day is not complete until he has gotten a rise out of me!  At least I’m the center of his attention!  He has figured out over the past 10 years what he can say & do to get my blood boiling.  You would have thought that by now I would be immune to it; I think the opposite has happened.  It has only become easier for him!


5. His desire to live life fully and abundantly grows greater with time.  He sees life full of adventure, experiences and new opportunities and he doesn’t shy away from them.  He knows there is so much God has created for our enjoyment and he wants to partake in as much as possible.  He has a bucket list where the items grow proportionately in size, time and money over the years (okay, I’m giving him a hard time).  He craves new experiences that are exciting and challenging. Some call this an adrenaline junky but I don’t see that.  What I see is a man who realizes the joy of living a full life and wanting to experience it with those he loves.




6. He is a homebody.  As much as he wants to see the world, he loves being home just as much.  Sometimes I feel as though I have to push him out the door to go do things.

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7. His patience with me has only grown longer, deeper and wider over these past ten years!  I still do silly things that drive him crazy (and not so silly things as well) or that he just doesn’t understand.  Yet, his patience as I figure out my path, as I twiddle my thumbs or take my time has only grown and become a safe haven for me.



8. He desires and strives to be a better version of himself.  As I look over the past 10 years, I continuously see how he has chosen to learn to be a better huzband, father, son and friend.  Developing his character and stretching himself to grow as a person are a part of his walk.  Seeing him take the time to seek God with matters of the heart reminds me of one of the great reason why I fell in love with this man.  I am thankful that he chooses to grow, even when it is hard.


9. Ten years later, well really sixteen because it came out in 1999, nonetheless, ten years later the movie The Matrix is still the huzband’s favorite.  Go figure!



10. His love for me is deeper than I ever knew!  This is by far the greatest discovery I have made and the most important one.  It is also one I look forward to over the next ten years to come!


Velda’s Corner

imageI love this toothless smile, V has since lost her other front tooth as of last night

Don’t ask me how but my daughter knows about Facebook.  I don’t know if she fully grasps what it is, however what she does understand is people share pictures and videos for their friends to see.  I have shown her pictures of her cousins, funny cat videos that were posted, new babies that were born and more.

imageV snuggling with one of Lola’s many puppies

Now, don’t think my 7-year-old browses Facebook daily.  It’s more a once in a while I come upon something she might enjoy (or she peeks over my shoulder and asks, ‘what’s that?’).  Non the less, she knows the name “Facebook”, so when moments come where she wants me to take a video of her dancing with her dog, or wants me to take a picture of a funny face or a crafty art paper she created, one of two phrases have been known to be spouted out.  Either “mom put this on Facebook“, which majority of the time doesn’t happen, or “mom, DON’T put this on Facebook“, which has been known to happen!  (ha ha)  Okay, usually even then I don’t.

20141223-053848.jpgat the Alaska state far holding some interesting reptiles

One of these moments happened in March while the huzband was away on his missions trip.  Little V was doing something where she wanted me to take a picture and put it on Facebook.  We got to talking about how having her own outlet to share her thoughts and creativity would be nice.  I described how I use my blog as an outlet for myself and then the idea came to me, to create a little corner on my blog for her.  A place where she can share the silly pictures she makes, a place to store away the stories she creates, a place to share with her family the thoughts of a little girl!


She has seen my blog before, mainly to look at the pictures and you should have seen her face when I said she could be a part of it.  Pure excitement.  We chatted some more about some ideas she had before settling in for a movie.

20150426-100259.jpgfour-wheeling in Eureka last summer

That night as I was heading to bed, I peaked in on my little V one more  time.  There laying next to her bed was a pencil and her notebook opened up to a page that she had begun writing on.  It had two simple words and a picture she drew.  What were those two words that made this momma chuckle to herself?  She wrote, “I blog“.

20150426-103646.jpgsalmon fishing on the Deshka last summer

So I (finally) introduce you to Velda’s Corner. What silly, wonderous pondering’s will my seven-year old come up with, who knows but I look forward to finding out!

20150426-103632.jpgV with her faithful friend Gus (my dad’s dog, also the father of Lola’s many puppies)