Catie Tyler

When your name is going to be Catherine Tyler (“Catie Tyler”) you really don’t need a catchy title. Catie Tyler does just fine all by itself. Lucky girl.

This weekend we showered my best friend Courtney with gifts for her baby girl that is growing each day and kicking away with a scheduled arrival day of Thanksgiving (could it be any more fitting?). When you have slack girlfriends like “Coco” you abandon the baby games (like tasting baby food in a diaper to guess the flavor or estimating the size of Mama’s belly with toilet paper- no thank you!). Instead of pink punch, we drank Rosé. Exchanged games for gab.  Every girlfriend’s perfect evening.

Catie Tyler via grateful simplicity

 

Dessert? Now we weren’t about to give that up. Catie Tyler needed those pink and white petit fours- she’s a growing baby after all.

Catie Tyler via grateful simplicity

Catie Tyler via grateful simplicity

 

I’ve heard it said that every Mom needs a daughter. In an effort to be fair to Moms of all boys, I am not sure that is entirely true. My boy is mighty sweet. But, I must say, there is something unexplain-ably (I know Mom, that’s not a real word) amazing about having a baby girl. Especially when that baby girl begins to grow into a little girl with bows and eyelet socks and endless chatting.  And just when you think it couldn’t get any better, she becomes more like a young lady than a little girl- and you realize she has opinions, dreams, and oh so much love and kindness in her heart. She wears your size shoe and next thing you know her hands fit perfectly over yours.

Catie Tyler via grateful simplicity

 

The fun that this sweet friend is going to have with her little girl. One of life’s complete full circle experience.

Catie Tyler via grateful simplicity

Buckle up Aunt Coco, because you are about to have one of the best rides of your life!

xo

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Goodbye, #GrowingUpOnGlenmoreDrive

Once Upon a Time…..

There once was a home on Glenmore Drive where a small family lived. The only home that the little children had ever known. #GrowingUponGlenmoreDrive was a good home.

b and house and poochie

 

Finally, a family of four.  Meet 3 day-old Kenley Robinson.

Goodbye, #GrowingUpOnGlenmoreDrive

 

Who later took her dimpled self and learn to crawl all over the floors of the home…. This made the home very happy.

Goodbye, #GrowingUpOnGlenmoreDrive

 

The family had lots of birthday parties for the children at that home. Clowns, tea parties, tractors and princesses all arrived at parties to celebrate the little children growing up.

Goodbye, #GrowingUpOnGlenmoreDrive

 

There were  lots of projects too, both big and little, sprinkled along the way. This, too, made the home happy.

Goodbye, #GrowingUpOnGlenmoreDrive

At some point in time I have painted, with our own hands, every single wall in the house- including hallways and the laundry room. I would call it a labor of love while Mr. Robinson would refer to it as sweat equity. 

 

On a chilly October morning, a little boy named Raynes came home from the hospital wrapped in a blue baby blanket. All the rooms at the house were now filled with babies and lots of love.

Goodbye, #GrowingUpOnGlenmoreDrive

 

And he too, learned to crawl around the home, opening cupboards as he crawled over the cool kitchen tile.

Goodbye, #GrowingUpOnGlenmoreDrive

 

The house loved having the family live there, especially the two dogs named Poochie and Tucker who ran around the yard barking at their dogs friends who walked with their owners along the street.

summer

 

Sometimes the family would take ‘family golf cart rides’ around the neighborhood- trying to spot deer, collect neglected golf balls, and wait for the school bus up the road.

Goodbye, #GrowingUpOnGlenmoreDrive

 

Goodbye, #GrowingUpOnGlenmoreDrive

 

The little girls learned to ride their bikes….

Goodbye, #GrowingUpOnGlenmoreDrive

 

And celebrate milestones…

Goodbye, #GrowingUpOnGlenmoreDrive

 

But the family learned an important lesson… A home is just a house without the people you love.  So they moved on, taking only their memories, to a new home. And they all lived happily ever after.

Goodbye, #GrowingUpOnGlenmoreDrive

Ra Ra Shish Kum Bah

Someone enjoyed their first high school football game (and pre-game tailgate). Hint- he’s the one with a green dinosaur painted on his face. 

Ra Ra Shish Kum Bah via grateful simplicity

 

I bet this brought back some high school memories for his tight-end playing Daddy.

 

Ra Ra Shish Kum Bah via grateful simplicity

Ra Ra Shish Kum Bah via grateful simplicity

Ra Ra Shish Kum Bah

Ra Ra Shish Kum Bah via grateful simplicity

 

The girls much preferred running around with their friends during the game (and, of course, the pre-party).

Ra Ra Shish Kum Bah via grateful simplicity

Local friends- Julio’s Food on the Move had one of THE best chicken quesadilla I’ve ever had!

Ra Ra Shish Kum Bah via grateful simplicity

Oh I we are loving have Aunt Weezer and her sweet girls in town!

Labor-less Day Weekend

Labor-less Day Weekend

Yes, I realize that Labor Day was last weekend, but… sometimes that’s just how we have to roll ’round here.  Since we have spent the better part of the last few months packing, moving, unpacking, organizing and cleaning, we decided to take off for the coast for a change of scenery. This would have been after the little guy landed himself in the ER with a high fever– happy to report he is back to his talkative ways!

Labor-less Day Weekend via grateful simplicity
He does love a good band-aid (or two, or three) and proudly sported them on his arms, legs and spine last weekend. His badge of courage (he earned it too!).  This guy has finally started to settle into his new surrondings and only hops out of bed 3 times at bedtime as opposed to his previous 20 times stint.

 

And this girl?  Well lately she is just over it. Everything. Welcome, to the preteen years. It usually takes me calling her out on her little attitude for her to flash that dimple and realize that wearing a smarty pants hat may not suit her after all.

 

Typically, she comes to office after school and sits with me for an hour until it’s time to head home. Amongst some of the changes we made this year– having her find and try new after school activities was one of them. We are happy to say that she now has violin lessons, tennis lessons, drama class (it took four years for her to get the courage to try anything remotely related to getting up on stage) and running club twice a week. Go Kens!

Labor-less Day Weekend via grateful simplicity

 

Sorry pal, you best get used to this- bathing beauties while you are ready to go somewhere or do something.

Labor-less Day Weekend via grateful simplicity

Labor-less Day Weekend via grateful simplicity

Labor-less Day Weekend via grateful simplicity

Labor-less Day Weekend via grateful simplicity

I’m having 9 year-old bathing suit envy….

 

Oh my…

Labor-less Day Weekend via grateful simplicity

Labor-less Day Weekend via grateful simplicity

Labor-less Day Weekend via grateful simplicity

We closed on our home this morning- the one where we’ve spent the past 10 years of our life. A little lot bittersweet…. but excited about the next chapter in a different home.

#NationalDogDay

A day late, and always a dollar short– this one goes out to you Poochie Mama! #NationalDogDay

At 7 years old, she still looks (and acts) like a Havanese puppy. When you weigh a hefty 4.9 lbs, it gives you a youthful appearance which works to her advantage.

Bed Hog via grateful simplicity

 

Poochie has loved having not one, not two, but three animal bowls to graze from each day at the new house. And she has the pot belly to prove it.

Our neighbors have warned us that we have coyotes that live directly behind us. Mr. R had already spotted their dens. Needless to say, we have all been keeping an extra watchful eye on our favorite cat-dog when she goes outside to “do go-go’s.” What is a go-go you ask? Compliments of Sassy, who used to lay our black Poodle Puddles, and later Pooh, on the grass and instruct them to “do go-go’s.” And it worked! 30 years later and we are still using the same phrases. Thanks, Sassy! Mr. Robinson’s man card gets taken away at least twice a day as he stands on our front porch, all 6′ of him, telling his lap dog to “do go-go’s.”

He, obviously, isn’t too bothered by this minor inconvenience. Go (go), Mr. R!

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No use pretending like you don’t love having this fur ball cuddled between us in the bed every night.

 

Bed Hog via grateful simplicity

So many things to do, so little time.

 

We plan to take a break from laboring this Labor Day weekend— fingers crossed we do a little relaxin’ this holiday weekend despite having a garage full of boxes that won’t unpack themselves.