tHe bLeAzaRds est. 2010: Brock

Sunday, February 22, 2015

Lil B is the Big 1

Yes this was 9+ months ago....finally got it finished. ugh.

There is something wonderful about families. I feel like I've known this handsome tike for longer than 12 months. Brock's first year came and went so quickly, yet I can't remember life without him. I stopped trying to document his developmental milestones, mostly because its hard to type while holding his hands! Oh how we love our determined, big blue-eyed, cuddly Brockster.

We celebrated Brock's 1st Birthday with cousin Ziyah and a bunch of aunts, cousins, and grandparents.

Brock & Ziyah's 1st Birthday Bash

went down with a splash!

Cake Time!

These were some of my most favorite cakes to make because they were easy and turned out pretty cute! Both Brock and Z bug love the water so it was only fitting for a little fishie party.

Of course my little appendage wouldn't sit by himself to dig into his first birthday cake. Mom's hands would too far out of reach duh. With me right beside him, he dug right in and enjoyed every bite.

Brock. Where to start about this crazy, lovable, drive me crazy, adorably handsome creature? Despite all the clingy-ness and endless hand holding that goes on between us, I sure do love him. He's got lots of fire in that tiny little body and a determination to do more than he actually can. Sometimes I think Brockster thinks he 16. He expects me to let him drive the car, get the mail out of our mailbox, tries to put shoes on by himself, brush his teeth and hair all by himself, push the buttons on the microwave without any help, and pour his own milk.

One thing I will never understand about this complex kid is his desire to be so big, yet his tender need to hold my hand and be right next to me for hours on end. All I know is once he finds a balance in staying close to mom and dad and spreading his own wings to explore, Brock is going to really go places. An amazing quality I see in him is that he knows exactly what he wants and doesn't deviate, even at the expense of his mother's sanity. Channel that into the gospel and a life of purpose and big things will happen for you Brock. I love you so much- from your bleach blonde hair to your big long feet! Happy Birthday Brockie-boom-a-lockie, B-rock, Screech, Brockbamboosle.

Thursday, July 17, 2014

It Takes A Village

After fun get togethers with family and friends, I'm reminded of how blessed we are to have such wonderful people in our life. One of the promises in my patriarchal blessing says just that too. I'm grateful for that blessing in my life, especially for the influence it has and will continue to have on our boys. Jack and Brock have the best grandparents in the world, the saltiest aunties, cool uncles, fun friends, and great parents of those friends. Jack especially shows how much he loves these people by the way he greets them. "Graw-ma!!!" he will yell while running toward one of his loving Gma's.

I believe there is a lot of truth in the statement 'it takes a village to raise a child'. My kiddos have an amazing village of family and friends behind them. As a parent, its comforting to know we are surrounded by good people, who love and try teach my kiddos right from wrong, and are willing to give this mama a break every now and then from her Mowglies.

I'm especially grateful Jack and Brock have great cousins. Cousins who are becoming their best friends and are good examples to follow. Jack LOVES his cousins. He talks about them nearly every day. If I tell him we will be going to see any of them, he reminds and asks me about it until we are actually in their presence.

Here are just some of the village-raising moments I'm grateful for.

Hugs and Backrubs for Aunt Kristi...