“Root, Root, Root for the Mariners…”

Ever since Rylee and Caleb started T-Ball, Kyler has been beyond fascinated with everything to do with baseball, especially the Mariners.  Anything that can fit in his hands that he can swing becomes a bat.  So often when I come home from work I hear him say “Daddy, throw me the ball” as he is holding up a golf club, stick, gigantic pencil, or a drum stick.  I can’t wait for him to be old enough to play on a team with the Y, he will have so much fun.  Until then, it is backyard baseball for Caleb, Kyler and I.

With Kyler’s birthday coming up, we thought it would make his day to go to the Mariner’s Game.  We got some tickets and will be headed to Safeco Field to watch the M’s play baseball.  Kyler could not be more excited.  Karissa got him a Mariner’s hat and a t-shirt that he has not stopped wearing since he put them on.  We have a little baseball fan on our hands and it is a lot of fun.  Here he is with his hat and the schedule showing you when we are going to the game.

Kyler M's Hat
Kyler M's Sched.

See you at the field!  Go Mariners!

Sweet Kyler

Near the end of Mother’s Day, we thought it would be great to get all the kids tucked into bed and then watch a movie.  The plan – I would head to the local Red Box with Kyler and Karissa would get Audrey down (Rylee and Caleb were already tucked in for the night having made the choice to forgo naps).  I got to the Red Box with Kyler and was about to rent Benjamin Button, when I thought I should give Karissa a call because there was one other movie that I thought she might prefer – next thing I know Kyler is happy as can be having pulled “Bride Wars” out of the Red Box and heading back to the van.

We return home and find out that Audrey is still up, apparently choosing to forgo sleep.  We get Kyler into bed and then start the movie.  We figured she would fall asleep in our arms sooner than later.  As it turned out she was a little ball of energy for the entire movie.  Talking away, playing with Maggie, and snuggling with mama and daddy.  She was even more entertaining than the movie.  Near the end of the movie I was able to get Audrey tucked in and finally had all four babes in bed…so we thought.

I come down the hall to hear Karissa say: “Where’s Kyler?” with a fairly concerned tone.  I immediately rush to his room, open the door, and see our sweet boys both in bed sleeping away.  I look to Karissa to try to figure out what put her on alert and follow her to the kitchen where I saw this scene:

Exhibit A


Two unopened and melted popsicles found on the kitchen floor in front of the freezer.

Exhibit B

A binkie left behind at the scene and a knife taken from a drawer in the kitchen that was left open.  Presumably, the knife was used to unsuccessfully open the aforementioned popsicles.

Apparently while we were watching the movie, trying to hear it over the sound of Audrey laughing and squealing Kyler had quietly snuck out of bed, down the hall, into the kitchen to find something to eat.  Like any two year old, he went straight for the grape popsicles.  Unfortunately for him, his sweet little hands were not able to get either of the popsicles out of the package.  So he got a knife out of the drawer and after a CSI worthy investigation we’ve concluded that he unsuccessfully tried to cut open the popsicles.  How do we know it was him, you ask?  Note the binky on the table.  As Kyler is the only kiddo in the house who is into binkies, the evidence mounts up against him.

Look out Ronaldinho…

…here comes Kyler sporting some of the soccer line from Xara.  (Thanks Charissa W!).  I am not sure if he is going to play like Ronaldinho, but he is definitely looking the part in his new gear.  We are excited to get all our kids involved in soccer this year.  I coached Rylee’s team last year and had a great time.  We will see how it all works out but for now, check out Kyler in his latest duds.

Absolutely scrumptious!
Absolutely scrumptious!
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Kyler’s craftiness

So the hardest part of Caleb’s injury? Time spent helping him, rewrapping the foot, icing it, getting it set on a pillow (all of which I am happy to do)….but that means time for Kyler.

Time for Kyler to measure teaspoons of cod liver oil all over the kitchen floor then try to wipe it himself and smear oil all over the floor making it slippery and ripe for me to slide across it.

Time for Kyler to ‘paint’ rubber cement glue across the dog kennel and Maggie’s nose.

Time for him to find a steak knife and try to open a bag of chips.

The boy needs a beeper so I know where he is constantly. He can open kid-proof doors. He can move heavy chairs silently so as to reach things much, much higher than his mere 37″ frame. Really, I am never napping, never sitting down, never talking on my phone more than a very brief minute or two, never locked in the bathroom-the door is always open, never not on the watch. Just so I could sit and write this post real quick, he is confined to a kitchen chair with bunnie crackers. Food is the way to that kids heart. It really is.

Shaking my head. How will he make it to adulthood? And what in the world will he be when he grows up? And how in the world can I not squelch all that is innate in him and affirm the way he was divinely created as he seems to have a penchant for destruction curiosity?

Fireman Kyler


Kyler always finds something to do while we are playing a game or doing a puzzle that is a bit old/boring for him-usually it involves dropping a half a dozen eggs on the kitchen floor, pouring a bottle of nail polish into the silverware drawer, drawing with permanent sharpie marker on the family room wall, stealing all Rylee’s gum from her room and eating it all at once, opening a whole box of bandaids, sticking crayons in the wall heater, filling up the bathroom sink to overflowing, trying to cut carpet with a pizza cutter, unrolling a whole spool of thread, cutting the sheets on my bed with sewing shears or putting on my lipstick

Occasionally, it is something that doesn’t get him in trouble, like taking off his clothes and/or putting on our fire truck get up-like this morning above 🙂

Recent Quote


Kyler – Daddy, coffee, me, fweeeese?

Me – OK. (I warm up some coffee and put in some egg nog for some flavoring for him)

Kyler – Keem, Daddy Keem.

Me – What’s keem Kyler?  Can you show me?

Kyler – (as he’s opening the fridge and pointing up to the half and half) Keem Daddy, Fweeese?

After I set him up, I left the room for a bit to try to get Audrey to sleep.  When I came back, he had the chocolate syrup out and says to me – put in here Daddy?

Our native Seattle-ite, already learning the art of the perfect cup of coffee!

Our fall family pumpkin adventure

  • Gearing up for our annual family pumpkin adventure with Dee Dee and Buzz and this year Isaac too!

    Kyler was serious in his anticipation of the tractor ride to the pumpkin field…

    But once we got there, he warmed up and had some lovin’ for his mama…

    Watching Caleb run free in the tall weeds, I told Christopher “If that boy had land and tasks every day, he’d probably never have another tantrum”. He is SO happy being free to roam and having a job to do-can you find him in this picture?

    His job? Finding tiny pumpkins hidden under huge leaves!

    Rylee loved the tire swing and wore out Dee Dee asking to be pushed…

    Puckering up for a fly-by kiss for Mama

    That’s about it-good fun had by all…what about number four? Not to be forgotten, Audrey enjoyed the day snuggled up with her Daddy in the frontpack!

    Nightime smiles

    There’s nothing quite like waking up at 1:00 in the morning to a silent, smiling face staring at you from about 4 inches away. It doesn’t freak me out any more but it sure used to. Kyler since moving into his big boy bed does this every now and then. Knowing Audrey could be up any time to eat and having only get to bed a bit ago myself, I nudged my husband to put Kyler back in bed. That didn’t work, I spoke as loudly as I could without waking up Audrey. That didn’t work either, I poked and prodded and loud whispered some more while Kyler stood by waiting for someone to usher him back to bed.

    I gave up, took the chubby little hand that was waiting for me and walked with him to his room. Oh the rotten stench that greeted my sleepy nose. I tried to get past it assuming it was a wet bed from the top bunk boy perhaps, got Kyler tucked in, but I could not get over the smell. Finally I pulled Kyler back out of bed and checked his diaper. Indeed this was the culprit. I can’t really explain how difficult it was to change a two year old poopy toddler diaper in the dark in the middle of the night with a super sore wrist from tendonitis. I don’t even want to know how long it took. It took long enough for me to realize that I think it’s been a couple days since I brushed my teeth and they felt slimy and then I realized why I hadn’t brushed my teeth and then I started thinking about life and all the unknowns and then my brain was ticking and it took a long while to get back to sleep.

    Just when I think we are back to being able to simulate some kind of normalness (yesterday was the very first day in 15 days that I didn’t cry at least once or five times), our kids remind me that they too wonder about our future. Caleb yesterday prayed at lunch (when he ONLY prays for food)-“God please help us to not have to sell our house and move away.”

    Rylee too, informed me at nap time – “I want Daddy to find a job here so that we don’t have to move so that Dee Dee and Buzz can still live close to us because they can’t move with us because they already sold their cat kennel at their garage sale and they have nothing to bring the cats with them.” I love the reasoning of a 5 year old….that five year old is standing here chattering away at my too-tired-haven’t-had-coffee-yet self so I should wrap this up.

    So thankful that He is the same yesterday, today and tomorrow. Even more thankful that He sees the big picture of our life and knows exactly where we’re going even when we don’t.