Pockets

Pockets

William, this week you discovered pockets.  The first thing you ask for in the morning is to put on your hooded sweatshirt and you walk around with your hands in your pockets- I’m sure you're wondering, “Hey, where'd my hands go?”

October

October

Pumpkins.  Gourds.  Hay bales.  Bon fires.  Comfort food.  Sweats.  Wood burning fireplaces.  Halloween.  I think I should just stop there.  I could go on for days.  I love sweet October.  I get a welcomed burst of energy each year right at this time, and I think my husband appreciates it more than it lets on.  Let’s see... we’ve had a yard sale.  I’ve spruced up our sitting room and powder room with new decor.  Decorated our home for my favorite holiday.  Have begun sewing the boys’ Halloween costumes.  Michael announced he would like to be a red dinosaur and William would like to be a blue dinosaur.  Easy enough.  I’ve started our baby girl’s nursery- what a fun project that is going to be.  I’m finally ok with the color pink and have thoroughly enjoyed treasure hunting for little details to add to her room.  It’s been busy, but a good busy.  People do drugs.  I do October.  

Last week we did one of my favorite all time October traditions.  We visited our favorite local pumpkin patch, The Farm, and let the boys hunt for their carving pumpkins.  Every time Michael sees a pumpkin he shouts, “It’s Halloween!”  I am beside myself giddy that he is actually looking forward to it this year.  William loved climbing atop the mammoth pumpkins at The Farm- although next to Will they don’t appear all that mammoth.  They enjoyed hunting for their pumpkins and I just took in the chilly air and the amazing atmosphere dreading the fact that in two short weeks it will all be over.  

Then, over the weekend Den and I celebrated our third wedding anniversary with some of our personal favorites.  Appetizer hopping, shopping at Pottery Barn (I’m in love with my new throw pillows) and Crate and Barrel, dinner at my fave place of all time, Maggiano’s.  Then a night cap (for Den) at a local pub.  It’s been months since we went on a date, just the two of us without there being some event going on.  Sure we’ve been away from the kiddos for a couple nights.  Weddings, birthday parties.  You get the idea.  But, there is something to be said for quiet one on one time with your favorite person in the entire world.  With the kids being so sick recently and the stresses of every day life we kind of lost sight in appreciating each other’s time- so we took full advantage on Saturday.  Celebrating our marriage is my all time favorite thing about October.  

This coming weekend is going to be amazing.  A couple of my favorite Chicago suburb bloggers are hosting cottage sales and I plan on being the first in line.  I'm hunting for vintage ironstone, a clock and old lockers for a project for the boys'  room.  Keeping my fingers crossed that I come across a couple of these finds as I drool over 100+ year old furniture that I wish I could bring home.  And, last but certainly not least we have a HUGE surprise for the boys- compliments of a dear friend.  Can't wait to see their reactions to it and share the photos!

Oh, October!

House Arrest

House Arrest

It’s been a long twelve days in the Breier house.  We've been on house arrest.  What started as sore throats accompanied by high fevers quickly turned into bronchitis and walking pneumonia with fevers that just would not quit.  Luckily, we have an amazing pediatrician who put the both of them on high dose antibiotics and steroids to try and avoid paying the hospital a visit to administer antibiotics.  I must say though, that this route was very slow- and I am without patience these days especially on my average of three hours of sleep per night.  Green snots are now visiting our house as the infections are finally saying their goodbyes.  Most days I can’t believe how much energy our boys have.  So, when something like this hits them and they spend their days lethargic and on a couch I’m reminded that I would take the high dose of energy over the illness any day.  

Today was a little different.  Michael didn’t complain about his throat, and William’s cough only sounded like a Chi-hua-hua and not a Rotweiller.  Outside we went for the first time in TWELVE stinkin’ days to enjoy a little bit of the fresh fall air during Bears halftime.  Uncle Nemo and Daddy taught the boys the art of tackling as I kept tabs on the clock.  I was not willing to let them be outside too long, fearing that the fresh air would reverse the affects of the antibiotics.  Freedom for twenty minutes.  It was wonderful to see them giggling and running about.  Oh, how I missed the high dose of energy.

A Beautiful Day

A Beautiful Day

Today Uncle Nate and Auntie Kel finally tied the knot!!  It was an amazing day- well, if you forget to mention the fact that neither Michael or William would walk down the aisle and were complete monsters all day.  Besides the twelve melt downs, repeated bowtie tugging and having our priest tell us that their behavior was clearly a payback for our behavior as children it sure was a beautiful day.  These nap deprived children did look awfully cute, and so did my husband if I can say so myself.  Luckily Dennis and I were able to enjoy ourselves at the reception because Uncle Mike was generous enough to pay us a visit just to sit for the boys.  We called it at night at 3:00 AM- about three hours after my exhausted pregnant body told me to pack it in.  More photos and details to follow once I can get my entertainer of a husband out of bed.  You'll see what I mean.

All dressed up and about to start screaming.

The sign they would have carried had they walked down the aisle.
You can find yours  here in my Etsy shop.

This sweet moment only lasted a milli-second before 

William started throwing dirt at Michael.

Congrats, Uncle Nate and Auntie Kel!!  We are so happy for you.

Smells and Sounds

Smells & Sounds

I am not a sit around and do nothing all day kind of gal, but today is different.  Once again, it’s blazin’ hot outside.  While we were at the farm this morning at 8:30 the temp was already reading 86°.  I’m not interested in trying to play in 99° this afternoon.  By the way, if you were to ask me what I think the temperature of Hell is I would simply answer with 99°.  It seems to be the number Mother Nature is stuck on these days in the greater Chicagoland area.  My boys instantly want to come back inside the second they walk out the door and into the wall of  suffocating heat.  So, today we are staying in.  Opening new school supplies.  I am obsessed with the way a new box of crayons smell.  Doodling over anything that will accept a new coat of color.  Making endless trails of perfectly lined up Match Box cars.  I guarantee that the boys can make car noises for an hour straight without taking a breath.  We'll also be watching movies until our eyes pop out.  Without a doubt Cars and Cars 2 will be making appearances.  And, there might be a couple of batches of cookies in there somewhere.  The laundry is going to have to wait, and so are the dishes.  I’ll be drawing geometric shapes and quizzing my two and three year-olds if the vacuum calls wondering where I am.