saturday morning thoughts.

I hope Mr. B never stops asking me to hang out with him in the garage while he grills dinner. 


Friday 'nanagins.

I usually don't have Friday's off - but because the good Lord loves me, April is full of free Fridays.

Fridays to do laundry and watch the today show and drink decaf coffee.

Here's what I learned today:

1) Maternity clothing does nothing for you when you're not really showing.

I'm not even going to do a side picture because it looked like a burrito was stuck in a saggy dress. A burrito and maybe a cookie.

2) I also learned that Buy Buy Baby is evil. I went in there to get a present for Skyler, finally found one after getting distracted by the 200 options of strollers, paid for his cute little baseball set, and tried to leave.

Key word: tried. I couldn't find the door. I got out my phone to pretend I was looking at something while trying to not make it look obvious that I didn't know what I was doing.

Hi my name is Kallie and I've never stepped foot in this building! I also don't know how to apply diaper rash creme correctly, but I found some nail polish to buy? 

I tried going through the entrance door because usually those open both ways. Nope.

Finally, I saw it. Hiding behind the cash register.

I'm positive there is a group of employees watching video footage of people trying to find the exit door, laughing all day long.

3) Lastly, I learned that Palmer's is still my favorite place to eat.

P.S. - I was totally kidding about doing laundry on Fridays. Usually I'm sleeping.


the one time we went shopping and actually bought something

For a year we've been thinking that we should get some better bicycles to ride since we both still ride the same ones from junior high.

There is an amazing bike store in Grinnell called Bikes To You. The employees are super talented and know pretty much everything about bikes.

I know this because I quizzed them.

"Why do they make this bike in purple?"

"Will a basket fit on the front of this bike?"

"Could I ride this bike with no handlebars?"

We ended up test driving a couple different ones - and sure enough Mr. B and I didn't agree of which kind of style we wanted.

But that's okay because they both have the same rim size, so we can go the same speed without having to try real hard!

At least that's what Ryan the smart bike guy said.

Did I mention that we were watching our friends twins that morning? Yep. 

Of course I took a picture of Mr. B walking with them. 

 Now we just need to find super cute bike helmets.


proud of this man.

I know I say this all the time - but I really can't believe how much I hit the jackpot to be married to someone who:

1- Would never call "work", work.
2- Is the most reliable person on this whole planet.
3- Likes his underwear folded.
4- Looks so cute when holding a baby.


Mr. B passed his CCA exam this past winter (just found out yesterday!) - and I really couldn't be more proud. I am amazed at his knowledge and how much he knows about technology and agriculture combined.

His coworkers call him Jesus. And not in a mocking way - just that he seems to always have the answer and is usually right.

I hope he doesn't read this - I don't want him to get a big head.

But really, his coworker John tweeted this picture yesterday and wrote, "Jesus preaching on Good Friday."

And then we went out for dinner after church to celebrate. 

I celebrated by ordering a huge plate of food and then getting so nauseous that I couldn't eat any of it.

I guess Baby Brelsford doesn't like Applebees.


the day.

I really should title this post, THE DAY. Because - well, it kind of seems like a pretty big deal right now to be pregnant.


I'll give you a little background on me and pregnancy tests. Our relationship is what you'd say, complicated? I'm super impatient and can never wait until you're supposed to test to actually test, which results in me buying more and Mr. B asking why I'm spending so much money at Walmart.

It was a Wednesday night. Mr. B had left earlier in the day to go ice fishing in northern Minnesota and I was feeling sappy and decided to do what any bored wife would do, take a pregnancy test.

Well - it starts working and I only see 1 line. Awesome.

I immediately put it on the laundry hamper and go back out to the living room to mope the rest of the night.

At 11:15 I start getting ready for bed, and if you know me, I have a nightly routine and I take it very seriously. Floss. Brush teeth. Wash face. Eye cream and moisturizer. Retainer. Lights out.

Except - when I went to throw the test away, there were 2 lines.


A verrrrrrry faint first line and a second line.

And I started laughing. Hard. Like - eyes watering hard.

I was probably laughing because I was thinking of us as 8th graders holding hands for the first time. 8th graders can't have babies! 

And I don't know how it happened, but all the sudden I was in our closet giggling holding a pregnancy test calling Mr. B; who, you know, was in a truck with 3 other guys traveling to the middle of nowhere.

I just wanted to talk to him - but not tell him.

K: Hi honey!!!! (giggle giggle giggle...silent giggle)

S: Hey. 

K: How's the trip going? (giggle)

Mr. B: Fine. What's going on?

K: Oh (giggle)....ya know....nothing!

Mr. B: Yeah..something. Who's there?

K: What? No one. 

Mr. B: Why are you laughing?

K: Because I like to laugh! 

Mr. B: Kallie. What's funny?

K: Ohhhhhh....nothing. Just so happy to be talking to you. (giggle)

Mr. B: I think I know what's so funny.


K: Well,  I bought a computer...and I'm having buyers remorse and I'm scared that you're going to be mad and so I'm laughing nervously. 

Mr. B: Yep - knew it was that. 


K: Alright well, I love you so so so much. And I love you. 

Mr. B: Yep. Love you too. Sleep good. 


And then I couldn't sleep and googled when my due date was.

Can you believe I kept it a secret until I told Mr. B on Sunday?  I gave him a little toy tractor with a note.

"This tractor reminds me so much of you - but really belongs to gift #2"

And then there was a pregnancy test wrapped up - because who doesn't love a pee stick all wrapped up?

Mr. B thought it was a flashlight.

And then he realized it was something that we'd been praying for, hoping for, for a long time.

I've never seen a smile so big.

I'm so ready to do this adventure with you, Mr. B.

P.S. - Telling your family that you're pregnant is probably the coolest thing in the world.


thoughts on a sick day

True story: I think I maybe got 2 hours of sleep last night.

Between being afraid to swallow because my throat feels like course grit sandpaper - and then feeling like I need to blow my nose because it might explode - it was a rough night.

And now its 4:00 (just woke up from my 3rd nap!) and I feel like I need to show the internet what today has looked like.

Basically just wearing my leopard slippers around the house.

I don't know why I still wear those.

Wait - yes I do. Because they are my only pair.

Tylenol and gatorade forever.


celebrating with cake

January is over - which also means that it was my sister's birthday!

I celebrated her birthday in Iowa by watching Grey's Anatomy all day and doing laundry (Mr. B was gone, don't go call the wife police on me). I was even going to make some beef stroganoff for dinner because growing up, my Mom would always ask what we wanted for dinner on our birthday, and my sister would always say "Beef stroganoff, please."

Because manners are important.

You know what's funny about that story though? I can always remember what my sister wanted, but I can't remember what I asked for. Which is normal for me.

January was spent waiting for this season of life to just pass by.

If January could just be done.

But guys - the finale of Parenthood taught me a lesson.

(Side note: WHY WHY WHY did they end that show? I think it's perfectly healthy to bawl ones eyes out every Thursday night.)

Anyway, the lesson was this. If not for the way that life is going, if not for the choices you've made, whether terrible or wonderful circumstances that happen to you - if they didn't happen, you would be missing out on a piece of your story.

And whether or not you think that piece or season is significant or worth being present for - it is.

Every season has purpose. Every single season.

There is work to be done, growth to be had. Relationships to be present for.

So - February? I'm comin' for ya. With cake.

P.S. - I ran outside in my robe to get that picture in 5 degree weather - praying that my landlord wouldn't show up in the 3 seconds I was out there. I hope I never stop being captivated by sunrises.

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