10.20.2013

Deck My Walls

I've been collecting frames from goodwill & trying to narrow down some pics to enlarge for the walls.  For the last year we've had nothing on them, so this will be a grand improvement.  Here's some of my favorites from the last few years:

Luke took this w/his phone- Jo running down our railroad stretch with dandelions this spring.  It looks like she's a flying fairy & I love the look on her face.

This is Baylor @ our 20 hour camping trip this year.  He has a snotty nose, and if I remember right this was about 10 minutes before a nasty bee flew up his sweatshirt & stung the poor kid on the back.


Oh man- this eager little face.  She looks so little in it compared to these days.



I like how her smile is crooked here, mid laugh.

This is one of my all time favorites.  Blurry, out of focus, no one has brushed their hair or teeth.  It is the perfect snapshot of the season of life we're in.  Baylor's face is the best.  


Beauty- bright eyes, perfect skin and full of light.


I love to watch these three.  Dad meets all their roughhousing needs.  They wrestle on the bed while I'm cooking dinner and 9 times out of 10 I stop what I'm doing to go watch the laughter & cringe at how close they come to flying off the edge.


Berry picking this summer.  I can never get them to look at the camera at the same time, but sometimes I can get them to touch at least.


This might be my all time favorite Baylor pic.  Luke took it on his phone. I love that Baylor's been pulled onto the porch so Dad can supervise him while painting.  I love the light on the porch floor & my running shoes sitting there.  I love that Baylor is in a diaper only, his chubby little legs & feet are touching, and he's holding up a goldfish cracker for Luke to see.


A short glimpse into the preparations we're making for the fifth member of our family.  Forever after there will be five of us, and it will be odd to recall a time before we were all here.  


Baylor with his shaggy mop that has grown even more out of control.  He's due for a buzz cut as soon as I muster up the energy to restrain him for the task.  But I WILL miss those precious blonde curls.

10.13.2013

Chex Mix

There are several things I'd call symbolic/iconic/traditional to the Stephens family.  Popcorn with butter & Johnny's (never lawry's) seasoning salt.  Fried chicken.  Ironing table clothes, peeling potatoes & dad laying out the silver for thanksgiving dinner.  But hands down, the most important thing to my family is:

CHEX MIX.

Mom is a salt fiend and has raised three like minded children.  Typically for our birthdays we got chex mix instead of cake, as per our preference.  Mom usually eyeballed the ingredients and as a result, no one really has a clear, reproduce-able, recipe.  When I ask about proportions my mom vaguely suggests that I add more butter, more salt, or more worcestershire...or all three.  So every batch is a little different. It doesn't matter- as long as my fingers and feet swell up and I feel like I'm salt-curing my innards, I know I've come close.

Yesterday I decided it had been too long since I last made chex mix, so I texted ashley.

Me: I don't have a plan for dinner but I think I will make chex mix.  I'm trying for the perfect recipe proportions.
Ash: Ok. Kristi & I decided to make some.
(I love that- it was like she was implying there had been any other option)

Then we went back & forth on some ingredient amounts.

Then we both swelled up from too much salt.

This morning I texted her again.

Me: The kind of gross but inevitable pairing the morning after you make chex mix: coffee and chex mix.
Ash: Funny that you mention that... (pic below)

Nice.  I'm sure the salt content of chex mix would be manageable if I didn't insist on eating it all within 12 hours of making it....

10.09.2013

Front Porch Sittin'

One of my favorite things about our house is the big front porch.  A few weeks ago we had a giant Middlebrooks bbq and the children still present after last call were rewarded with ice cream cups. Here's to thousands of desserts and warm fall nights to come!



Like Father, Like Son


10.07.2013

The Serpent

1. Last time Jo stayed with my parents, my Dad let her watch a show called "Killer Snakes." 
2. Today my dad called to inform Jo that he has caught her a pet snake.
3. The snake is in a jar on my parent's kitchen counter.
4. My dad explained that he created a micro habitat that the snake would be familiar with, complete with sand, rocks, and foliage.
5. He has stocked the jar with worms, as food for the snake.
6. According to my dad, my mom is not bothered by the fact that there is a snake in her kitchen. 
7. I asked Jo what she'd name the snake, and she answered: "Cupcakes."
8. I find all of this quite disturbing.
9. I am advocating for Cupcakes' release back into the wild.
10. If my dad or daughter object, I'll go peta on them and do it under a cloak of darkness, but then notify local and national media to claim the deed.