I’m restless. Restless for peace, restless for insight, restless for guidance. I know where I’m at right now is not the final picture. I know there is supposed to be more than what I’m doing with the “me-ness”. I’m restless to prove to God I’m not a total failure as one of His people. I’m…so…restless. Blah, I’m restless and suffering from allergies. The combination has given me a few sleepless nights.

On a lighter note, Doozie (Ms. Dailah if you’re nasty) is officially poop potty trained. She has been for a couple days now but I’m just getting around to congratulating her now. I can’t take any credit for it, however, as she has become quite persuasive in her pursuit for growing up. I think watching big brothers have all the fun on the potty has led her to believe she’s missing out on something big by not doing so herself. So…hopefully soon to come will be being potty trained in full and then no more diapers for camp Klipsch.

P.S. 10 cyber dollars for anyone who knows which song I referenced with Dailah’s name.

Yee Haw Baby Doggies

First I want to give a big “Shout out” to my favorite daddy. He celebrated his birthday yesterday and I didn’t have internet to give him a shout out then. I must say I am so very thankful he is my daddy and such a good one at that. Though quiet by nature, his presence is always felt and as good as he is as a dad, he might be an even better grandpa. It’s baffling to think about but my dad, John, doesn’t even mind that Doozie calls him “Papa Don”. He’s an awesome man, and I know had he fathered everyone else in this world (that would be weird!) the world would be a much better place. Happy Birthday, Dad!

Today found us heading the horse barn so the kids could have a quick ride. My mom-in-law, Terre, was (and still would be if not for that fake hip and whatnot) a pretty great equestrian from what I hear and her youngest son’s (my hubby) “got skillz” as well. He’s eager to see which of his offspring will follow in those big (and stinky) footsteps. If today is an indicator, it looks like the one who saw his first horse 4 months ago. Imagine that. Enjoy these.

Doozie watching Tariku, “Hmmm, I’m not REAL sure I want to do this.”

Ok, I think I can get used to this.

Old hat at this, he’ll be leading next time and we’ll see if he’s as confident.

I just thought this was funny. One of the junior high kids who helped the horse wrangler this summer named a horse, “Zach”. I’m not quite sure if that’s a good thing.

Then we went to a River Bandits game. Here are two of my favorite people sportin’ their shades.

Sometimes the camera turns on me.

Dan, Becky and Baby Cates joined us to make Dailah’s night by holding the baby.

And perhaps my favorite picture of the day. Clearly this should be in a picture frame somewhere.

1 adult, 5 kids, 3 dogs = Success

(Can you tell I finally got internet after 2 days? Hence the 4 posts)

Last night I offered to watch my nephews while my bro and sis-in-law went to their FINAL HOMESTUDY (yippee!) to bring home my niece from Ethiopia. Zach had to work so it was just me, 5 kids, and 3 dogs. I was nervous, admittedly, but things went along swimmingly.

I even, just to prove I could, decided to cook a homemade meal. This meal was complete with stuffed chicken breasts (with made-from-scratch stuffing) and homegrown tomatoes. After dinner I spoiled them with berry cheesecake. Seriously, am I an amazing aunt or what? Shoot, let’s just round up and call me an amazing woman. Check out the pic (obviously much tastier looking in person).

And some more just for your enjoyment…

Abe’s namesake.

Doozie didn’t have pockets so she borrowed Puddin’s to store her toy.

They are the best of friends, seriously.

Yes, I was proving a lot to myself last night. I bet Zach I couldn’t fit 5 Klipschs in a tub. I won.

And He’s "That" Kid

So my son comes home from Kindergarten yesterday with two pictures he had drawn. “Tell me about these, Trysten!”

(As I look at this picture)

He says, “Well, that’s a guy running down the street with a snake chasing him and the snake ate his clothes and his butt cheeks are showing.”

I’m only human, I laughed and asked where he came up with that, “Just in my head.” Obviously.

“What did your teacher say about it?

“She didn’t see it, but my friends at my table thought it was hilarious.” Obviously.

Then I see the next picture.

“And what is this?”

“Oh that is a guy pooping on everyone else.”

“Trysten, that is not appropriate.”

“Well my friends thought that was even funnier than the buttcheeks.”

“And now you just sound like your father.”

And he is, just like him. I happen to love them both.

I guess…

After six years of marriage there are still things you learn about each other. We were in the car yesterday and I had my legs crossed. Zach says, “You have dirt on your leg.”

I looked down and saw that he was looking at my BIRTH mark that has (obviously) been there since we met. It’s on my shin for goodness sakes. I told him what it was and he said, “I guess I’m too busy looking into your eyes.” And by eyes he means boobs.

What can you do? I think he’s charming.

Meet, Abe

So…meet the newest Klipsch. Isn’t he the cutest? His name is Abe and he is a great dane (hi, mom!) He is Zach’s birthday present and my substitute for another child (only kidding).

So he’s 14-weeks-old and already weighs 45lbs. Doesn’t look like a puppy but is cuter than cute, if I do say so myself. Have I told you how much I like big dogs? Okay, you’ve waited long enough, here are the pics!

And though there might be some friends (and family) who might question our sanity at this point in time, we love dogs and since we live on 265 acres we think it’d be sacrilige (sp) if we didn’t get another, right?

Kids waiting for Abe (they picked his name, by the way) to get out of the car.

Abe laying down getting to know his surroundings.

Look at that face!

The brothers and their bones.

Doozie watching a movie and enjoying her new dog. All of the kids love him, especially Tariku who giggles every time he comes around.

Oh, and Cindy, Zach’s tattoo means “father” in Amharic and that is (obviously) the outline of Ethiopia. Love it!


Yesterday was a GREAT day! It started with Trysten’s first soccer game. It went well, but we lost. I’m blaming it on the fact that the other team’s coach was Scottish. Anyone who calls the soccer field a “pitch” and refers to soccer cleats as “boots” is going to win against the coach who uses the former words. Don’t you think?

After soccer we came home for some naps where I baked bread and did some laundry. Upon waking, the kids played guitar with daddy and Dailah did what she did best, played with babies.

Once the bread was in the oven, we went for a hike around camp. As you’ll see from the pictures, we are dogsitting my nephew-dog (i.e. my sister’s dog) until she moves back here in a few weeks. He is enjoying the great outdoors and I’m not real sure he’ll ever want to leave. Though he’s never been on a walk without a leash, he was just fine for us and the boys took it upon themselves to help out.

After the hike we made some delicious spagetti, had baths and then rented some movies. It was a really great, really relaxing day and just what the doctor ordered! The only thing that could’ve made it more perfect was if my allergies wouldn’t have been flared up! Enjoy the pics, holla!

Trysten getting prepped for game time, while holding our coffees, niiiice.

The spectators.

We had chairs for both but it’s infinitely more fun to be with the ones you love.

I showed Dailah how to wear her baby like the Ethiopian women do, it caught on real quick.

This is how Dailah likes to hike.

Trysten training Leo to heel.

The doggie cousins, too cute.

I love when they just do this without me asking them to.