grateful fridays.

Lately I've been thankful for slow mornings with ovaltine.

For crisp mornings outside that require carharrt hats. 

For tiny flannels and curious minds that wonder what water pumps taste like. 

For Psalm 8 moments.  

And for husbands that prioritize time in the morning - making sure that if he isn't home by bedtime, he still got to wrestle with a rowdy 1 year old at 7:30 in the morning. 

What are you up to this weekend? We're hauling hay and celebrating a new marriage with friends. 

Happy Friday! 

"Gratitude turns everything into enough."


grateful fridays.

Lately I've been thankful for watching the sunset from our favorite room in the house. 

 For evenings spent driving around the garage during witching hour. 

 For the opportunity of making dinner to celebrate a new sweet baby boy. 

For 10 minute pit stops that bring immediate joy.

And for another project being finished at the slate house. 

"Gratitude turns everything into enough."

Happy Friday, friends! 


life at the moment.

Dear Rhett baby.

This post is mostly for me because I'm guessing you won't care what size clothes you were wearing at this age (aka - huge.) or the fun things your Daddy and I loved watching you do.

You're an adventure seeker. Climbing on everything from the bench your Dad made in high school that sits in our mudroom, to picnic tables and the stairs when we aren't paying attention. You love to play with the cushions from the couch, rolling around and throwing them.

You're waking up once during the night. Sometimes it's at 1:00 am - other times at 4:30 when Daddy's alarm clock goes off to load hogs. Our doctor told us the other day that we need to stop tending to you in the middle of the night and my heart ached a little because that would mean you aren't a baby anymore.

You like to sing along to every thing. Music comes on? You start babbling. I'm singing in the kitchen? You start singing along. Your voice is so sweet.

Your thighs are barely fitting in 18 month jeans. We have two pairs of the same "jeans" because they are the only kind we've found to fit. I say "jeans" because they are more like sweatpants that are blue, but don't make you look like a can of muffins ready to explode. Speaking of your thighs, the four rolls that I used to squeeze at every diaper change are gone, and only a few are left. I have a feeling that this is associated with growth rather than malnutrition because you are eating food like a champ.

Yesterday you were playing in a clothes basket and decided to dive out of it, landing on your face. I was immediately worried about your teeth, but your upper lip took the brunt and swelled up real quick. Your Dad told me I better get used to accidents so I've started a piggy bank for emergency room visits.

Your first birthday party was a success! No melt downs or sugar highs. You actually ate a little bit of the cake (not a fan of the frosting, just like your Dad), tried grabbing the candle when we sang happy birthday and fell asleep on Mama's lap by the bonfire later that night. I think I kissed your forehead 20 times as I carried you up the stairs that night. What a joy you are, and what a year it's been.

We feel blessed to be able to love and raise you.

Here's to another year of adventure!


just popping in.

Oh man. It's been too long. I had to dust the cobwebs off my computer and do some finger stretches before I could even write on here.

A lot has happened in our home since July. Some stuff really positive and great - the other stuff heart breaking. For the longest time I felt like everything I wanted to write about seemed petty and unimportant.


But alas, here I am wanting to tell you that I've started hanging our clothes out to dry on a fairly ghetto clothesline that I put together on my front porch. I love it so much, and then someone drives by and I get all nervous that they can see my underwear. Rookie clothesline status.

My baby boy turns one (!!)  on Saturday and I'm still in disbelief that it's happening. And then he tries to climb out of his high chair and I'm reminded that the days of him just sitting and staring at me are long gone.

Who's ready for another baby?!

Not kidding.

I've been looking through videos and pictures of him from this past year and I'm telling you - I love that boy more than anyone has ever loved a baby.

The video of the nurse giving him his first sponge bath? I'm in the background crying because he was crying.

The video of him rolling over for the first time? I'm in the background crying because I was so proud.

The video of him crawling? You get the picture. I'm such a sucker for milestones.

And here is the first (of so many, thanks Shaner.) picture of Rhett and I sleeping together. Also pictured is my famous green robe that the construction workers saw every day. 

I can only imagine their conversations on the way to our house.

"You think we'll see Kallie in her green robe again today? I don't know why she wears a robe - she doesn't shower and the color really doesn't do much for her."

To which I would have responded, "Um. I brought home a baby to a house that has no kitchen floor. Get to work."

I'm kind of sassy in fake conversations.


what I loved in July

At the end of every month I always have this moment of "Holy buckets. How is the month gone?"

And then I swear that the next month will hold more moments of taking it in. 'It' being the ordinary. The sound of the keurig spitting out the coffee when the sun is still trying to decide if it wants to wake up. The feeling of Rhett's hands on my legs as he's learning how to balance while I clean the kitchen table off. The smell of fresh cut grass and late night bonfires with my husband.

All that jazz.

Here's what I loved in July:

My first month of my new job. 

Cooking! ( I know - I have to read that twice too.) And more specifically, reading cookbooks. I just finished Jamie Deen's Good Food and started on Jenny's Dinner:A love Story, a couple days ago.

Capri Blue candle in Volcano. That yummy scent that attacks you when you walk into Anthropologie? It's this bad boy. I burn it when I write - and it makes my house smell incredible.

Your Favorite Coffeehouse playlist on Spotify. It's a combination of soothing and 'go do something! like fold the laundry!' 

This video of Shane reading to Rhett. Rhett's smile, how Shane really gets into the story, just all of it.

Revelation Wellness podcast. Go to your podcast app - subscribe to revelation wellness - crank it up. Not only does Alisa get your body moving, but your heart gets a work out too.

Here's that I'm anticipating in August:

Going on vacation with my family.
Shauna Niequist's new book releases August 9th!
The Iowa State Fair.
Hanging string lights on our porch.


country life stories.

I've officially become an old lady who stares at cars as they slowly pass our house to see who is driving them.

I heard once upon a time that the best thing you can do when walking/running alone and coming up to stranger is to look them in the face to let them know that you mean business. None of this looking at the ground or to the side stuff. Right in the eyes. Sometimes I flex my muscles just for good measure. And to really outdo yourself you could wear your junior high track ribbon that reads "1st place runner". They don't need to know that everyone got a ribbon.

I digress, back to the car situation.

I can stare at cars and wonder who is in them because I live in the middle of nowhere and it's seen as socially acceptable.

Just the other day my neighbor came over because he saw that our garage door was open. This is a universal sign that we're home, come on over!

"I saw your garage door open and thought I'd stop by!"

Great! Welcome. I haven't brushed my teeth yet and am still in my pajamas.

After a bit of small talk, a car drove by and I asked him, "Do you know who that is?"

"Yes, that's the neighbors brother who comes by occasionally."

"Perfect! Glad I don't have to sleep with a knife tonight."

And then he left.

And then I decided that I should probably put on real clothes before opening my garage door.


butter cake and pink skies

Sunday afternoon, Shane got a text from his Grampie asking if we would want to come over for homemade ice cream at 6:00.

"Tell him we'll be there at 5:45!!" I was a tad excited. And slightly bossy it seems. No need to risk being late!

On top of homemade ice cream, Grammie had also baked a butter cake and sliced up peaches to pour over top of them.

Needless to say, it's Tuesday and I'm still wearing stretchy pants.

When we got home we spent the last few minutes of daylight walking around the yard, enjoying the pink sky and cooler temps.

Had to burn off that butter cake somehow!

Sign me up for Sunday nights that make your heart and belly smile.