all things march.

I don't know about you guys, but I'm completely over the temperature being under 40 degrees. Especially when paired with 35 mph winds. Where is spring?

This morning I asked Shane to bring me a sweatshirt and sweatpants to put on before I got out from under the covers. In which he replied, "OF COURSE I'D DO ANYTHING FOR YOU!"

Or at least I think he said that. It was pretty early.

I thought I'd do a little recap of my March goals and things that I loved last month.

My monthly goals were fairly low key - but my favorite one that got executed was having a friend over for coffee. Shane and I didn't get a date night and I didn't get any alone time, so those are pretty high on the priority list for this month. We made it to small group 4/5 weekends, I got into a good routine with my meal prep/execution and was able to workout pretty consistently so overall, it was a good month. Plus I finally painted my desk.

This desk is from the old elementary in town, and we spent 5 bucks for it. All of the sudden our office/toy room feels masculine and grown up. Well, except when the toys are all over the floor.

Okay, onto my favorites!

If you're getting sweaty in any way - you need these tank tops. I ordered the pack of the blue ones, and not only are the colors great, they wash well and feel high quality.

My sister recommended these leggings and they are golden. I now have a pair of black and navy blue ones. They are a high rise and thick, meaning you can't see through them at all. Which is a bonus in my book. And should be a bonus in yours too.

I'm currently reading "If You Only Knew" by Jamie Ivey - and you need it. You need to buy the book because the cover is the cutest and you need to buy it because I've underlined half of it so I'm not going to loan you my copy.

This shop has forever changed my wardrobe. I kid you not - the quality is so great and the mission of the business is to simplify your closet. Plus, most of the product is made in the good ol United States. SOLD.

Crossing my fingers that April is warmer than March and that Shane's first planting season can happen without winter coats.

Have a good one!


Weekend Randoms. Have a good one!

Shane just took Rhett out to the shed to get some work done on the planter, leaving me to some alone time in the house for maybe an hour. A glorious hour of not being paranoid that my toddler isn't coloring on a wall somewhere.

It's gloomy this morning, which is usually not my favorite, but nothing a lighted candle and music (specifically, jazz) can't fix. I'm really trying to keep my rear sitting at this desk to write instead of starting a load of laundry like I normally would. It's hard for me to relax at home because I feel a tug to always be doing something productive. Is that how all stay at home moms feel?

We got a puppy the other day! His name is Todd and man it feels good to have an animal around the house again. Speaking of animals - we're going to get chickens too. Which, if you know me you know that I'm terrified of birds. But! I've been doing research. I googled "nicest chickens that don't peck your eyeballs out" and sure enough there's a breed out there just for scaredy cats like myself. Oh! Cats. We should probably get some cats too.

I almost bought a carhartt coat the other day because I'm sick of being cold in my Target jackets. Yeah, I don't know who I am anymore either.

Gilmore Girls has been playing in the background while I make dinner lately. Something about the small town charm, continuous consumption of coffee and small business minded script of the show puts me in a good mood.

Lastly, we're gearing up for planting season - and Shane and I are both feeling ready. We drove out to the farm the other day during the golden hour and I was overwhelmed at opportunity that we've been given to care for the land. I can't wait to start this adventure with my man.

Have a great weekend!


A new month.

Below is an accurate representation of how I feel about a new month:

(Backstory on this photo: every year we go to the Iowa state fair, attend a concert, and get a gyro. I was pretty excited last year so I held it like a newborn.)

When I was younger, March was the month of birthdays at school which meant that homemade sugar goodness was devoured every other day. 

March was also the month where Jason and I would practically jump off the school bus at 3:15, eager for outside time that resulted in shoes and jeans that were sopping wet and muddy. My Mom can vouch for the mess it created.  Come to think of it, she can vouch for my cavities too.

When spring hits, the newness of the season feels enough for me. It seems like every winter I forget what it's like for my bare arms to be warmed by the sun and that a simple breath of fresh air after nap time does wonders for my little guy. That planning the rough drafts for the flower garden and seeing people walking around town after work are instant mood boosters for my extravert and outside lovin' soul. 

I don't know about the rest of the world, but I crave less this time of year. Not less of anything specific, just less.

All the sudden I like my wardrobe, which is weird because I hated it a couple minutes ago. The usual afternoon muffin or cookie is replaced with tea. TV shows and netflix binges are no competition for soaking in that perfect golden hour. 

I think thats the pure beauty of seasons. At just the right time - perspective shifts and everything simple becomes enough. 

Cheers to longer days, slightly warmer temperatures and muddy boots. 


Valentines Day - Year Seven.

It's Valentines Day, so of course I'm reflecting back on past celebrations with Shane.

I thought I'd skip the Valentines day of 1998 when I purchased my then "boyfriend" a stuffed animal and shoved it in his locker instead of talking to him that day.

So romantic!

Our first year of marriage I went all out with my grand ideas. I stayed up until midnight the night before, cutting felt hearts to string together across the windows of our cozy home. I made a little mailbox, glued a 'B' made out of yarn and painted it yellow. 

The happiest color.

My thought was that Shane and I could write out little letters to each other all year long, raising the little red flag to let the other person know there were kind words waiting to be read after a long day at jobs neither of us liked.

Guess what never happened?

I can smile thinking about it now, but the year that followed was full of disappointment. Even when I would place that darn mailbox in places I knew he would see - the little red flag was never raised. And as a dramatic newlywed, I equated his love for me to that darn mailbox.

What I didn't realize back then, and still struggle remembering today, is that I don't always love him the way he wants to be loved either.

Isn't that typical though? It's more common for you to nag on someone else instead of owning up to partial responsibility.

You will rarely see me sitting out in the shed with Shane as he works on equipment, even though I know he feels most loved in that scenario. Or riding the dirt bike. Or handing him tools when he works.

We were having a mini date after our tax appointment when I was overwhelmed with gratefulness that our marriage reflects differently today than it did 7 years ago. It looks a lot more like showing up with grace, patience, forgiveness and love in the smallest of ways.

And for that, I'm thankful.

But also I asked for a new handheld vacuum and if he doesn't get it for me then we're back to square 1.

Kidding. Kind of.

No really, I'm kidding.


p.s. Proof that I used to blog a lot and also proof that I used to be crafty --> click HERE.


When Saying Yes is Hard.

Its December, so I'm going down memory lane and thinking about our year as a family.

Some people don't know this - but the biggest thing to happen for our family this year is that we are starting to farm on our own. We said yes to farming.

And truthfully - it's probably the hardest thing I've ever had to say yes to.

Kallie, would you like this beautiful new rug? Yes. 

Kallie, do you want to have a coffee date and eat brownies? Yes.

Kallie, would you like to buy a beautiful craftsmen home that needs a little tweaking? Yes.

Kallie, would you like to jump into this world of farming, not knowing if you'll make a profit, knowing that it'll require sacrifice and understanding, time away from your husband and daily dedication? Uhh, sure? Actually, no. That doesn't sound like what I had planned for our life.

Honestly, I would have liked my husband to have a job at a bank. Hours 9-5! Every single holiday off! Let's go on a family trip over Columbus Day! No interruptions. No uncertainty. No last minute changes.

But - you know when God calls you into the unknown? He doesn't give you an outline of what to expect. And whats funny is that we might say yes and take that first "yes" step forward, and then immediately start second guessing, frantically trying to grasp control.

The song Oceans says "take me deeper than my feet could ever wander, so my faith will be made stronger, in the arms of my savior."

I was telling my Dad that I had to stop singing that song. I couldn't sing it because I didn't live it. I didn't want to because it means letting go. It means change, hardship and most likely suffering on some level. Heck no. I like my comfortable leggings life. Thankyouverymuch.

I think my problem is that I focus only on "take me deeper than my feet could ever wander" and then totally miss "so my faith will be made stronger, in the arms of my savior."

Meaning that he promises to be with us. That he would be glorified and our faith richer than before.

We can boldly say yes, approaching God in full confidence knowing when he is asking something of us - it's for our good.

Starting up a farm in 2017 is definitely is a rarity. It has it's own set of challenges that we've yet to even experience.

But my hope is locked in on the one who holds it all.

Now if you'll excuse me, I have an apron that needs ironed and chickens to tend to.

Just kidding - I'm terrified of birds.


second date of Christmas!

I've been going to the Oskaloosa Lighted Parade since, eh - forever.

One magical year, I actually got to walk in the parade. Our church had put together a float and the ribbons team (yes, the 2000's were good to me) got to walk in front it doing a little routine. We spent the days leading up to it making sure we all had matching white gloves and headbands. The hour before was full of spray glitter in our hair (and Pam's bathroom floor, sorry!) and makeup. And if that wasn't enough, our jitters were covered in a light snow as we walked through town twirling our ribbons.

I didn't think anything could top that until I saw Rhett's eyes as he discovered the lighted train going down the street last week. And the feeling of him clinging to my leg when the larger than life characters from Charlie Brown marched towards him. When the horses went by he screamed, "I WAN DAT!" Which is how I feel when I see a cookie.

This is the second year that we've ended the evening at Smokey Row with some peppermint mocha and ice cream. I actually considered jumping behind the counter to work with the employees because they were just downright jolly.  Don't you love it when people enjoy what they do?

Already looking forward to next year! 


First Date of Christmas!

I'm bringing back the date series guys!

Mostly because I love holding Shane's hand. And then a couple weeks ago I thought about a conversation I had with a friend a couple years ago.

"Hey. I think that your 12 dates of Christmas idea that you posted on twitter is pretty great." 
- Jeff Knobloch

So here we are, kicking off the first date at the Budweiser Farm in Boonville. 

I have a couple things I need to say about this:

A- The lights and atmosphere were magical! The traffic was not. 
B- Rhett decided to test how much I loved him while we were there. Good news, I love him a lot. 

Somehow, Shane and I always end up talking about what we like about outbuildings and then start dreaming of what we would want someday. I'm still holding out for 40 acres in the middle of town. 

Ah, there's my little terror tike!

You see, the battle of the night was getting Rhett to take a picture. He didn't want any part of it, so we thought we'd take one without him - which turned out to be a terrible decision too. How dare we take a picture alone? 2 year olds are fun. 

And really, they are. Just crazy sometimes. 

Here's a picture of Shane and I looking fairly awkward! 

And here's my parents and their friends. Their friends are so sweet - and check out my Mom's cute new hair! 

Next up, date two!