A Need for a Simpler Life

I have been thinking a lot about ways to make our life over here in the Baksa home simpler.  I wouldn't say things got even crazier for us after Christian was born, but that doesn't mean that's not exactly what happened.  I'm just not admitting it.  We run around, here and there, mail stacks up, Christian grows out of something every five minutes, work events, wedding planning, parties, dinners, last minute get togethers.  Its not that I want to stop doing things.  Chris and I aren't happy unless we are doing a hundred things, but maybe we would be.  Its worth a try. I mean I've just recovered from us thinking it was a good idea to move into a new house, plan a wedding and send him to school for his MBA all at the same time.  And that was almost three years ago.  

Maybe we should start small.  A clutter free home means a clutter free mind, right?

I keep thinking back to my insane idea about four children.  FOUR.  Yes, as in three more.  I'm not going to lie and say that as I type that sentence I am not in agreement with you that I may very well be crazy.  But, crazy or not, I just can't help it.  I have always wanted a big family and no matter how Christian rocked our world (in lots of good ways too!) I still can't shake that feeling that there are at least three more little Baksas waiting to join us. 

Our missing Baksas???Ha!*

I use to hear women say that when they sat at the dinner table they felt like someone was missing until they had their next child.  Before I had Christian I use to think those women were weird.  Seriously your sitting at the table imaging someone else that isn't even born yet? I'm usually focused on the food...Now that I've had Christian all I can think is, seriously you have time to think at the dinner table.  I'm lucky if I get to eat my food before its cold AND avoid getting hit in the head by a flying Mickey Mouse fork because Christian is, ALL DONE, or "Awwlll Nunnn!" as he puts it. 

Regardless of this simpler mindset,  I'm still on this large family kick...its been going strong since I could speak apparently.  Old thoughts die hard.  So if I'm going to do this, and more importantly convince Chris we should do this, I can't think of a better time to SIMPLIFY.  More kids will mean more chaos, more bodies will mean more stuff.  More stuff can not go in that garage.  (I'd show you a picture of the garage...but Chris would probably stop talking to me :)

Our home, our schedules, the insane tower of magazines taking over the table...the laundry that gets out of control much more often than its ever under my control...So number one on my list is to TOSS.

This may look semi organized but you don't want to see all the stuff we've crammed in those green striped baskets

Step 1. Throw away/donate a lot of stuff.  Shoes, clothes Chris has had since high school (TEN years ago), clothes that don't fit (me..today),  paper, there is so much paper, purses (this one will hurt, but there is no use pretending that I will ever carry a bag smaller than a small child for like the next five years), ect. ect.  I feel like when we straighten the house its really just pushing the ridiculous amount of stuff we have back into every drawer we have. 

It's Tuesday, by Friday you won't be able to see this table.  Then I'll clean it and we'll start all over again! Yeah!

I'm off! Let you know how it goes,
Coley

*image from www.urbanmamas.com

On a Day I Got to Comb My Hair

My hair is washed & combed. Christian is clean and combed as well. Oh people its the little things.

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nerdy boy

Wearing my 3D movie glasses.

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Spring Is Here

Already in his summer "uniform"

After a week of rain, spring has sprung! We are very happy to be able to go outside and play everyday.  I'm especially happy that Christian stopped standing at the door yelling, "Go-go" all day long. 

I imagine he's wondering if I have anything better to do than take his picture right now, what a look

We have been cleaning out drawers, cleaning floors, and working on a new plan for our yard.  The biggest news is GRASS! We are getting GRASS! Some of you may remember that we tried to "fix" our grass on our own. We won't be doing that again. Ever. Mostly because we only made it worse.  If that was possible.  It's like deciding to dye your own hair.  It isn't going to be pretty. 

First thing Thursday Envy Lawn Services will arrive to rip up our spotty grass and replace it with fabulous golf course grade-A centipede grass.  I am so excited! I'll show you the progress as we go along...its suppose to take seven days...we'll see.  I can't wait to actually sit in the (GREEN) grass and it not be dirt or the medusa grass we have going on in the backyard. 

Its going to be almost as awesome as this smile:

love, Coley

Kicking, Screaming, Yelling...A Day With a 1 Year Old

Oh little Christian.  Let me count the fits...

Remember this sweet little boy...where did he go?

As we got ready for music class this morning I sat Christian on my lap to put his shoes on.  Oh I mean I sat Christian on my lap to torture him...because that is how he reacted.  He screamed. He yelled.  He cried.  He kicked me really hard.  I did get those shoes on, finally, but he layed on the floor and screamed for a least a minute or two before he gave up and came to find me in the kitchen, where I was contemplating darting out the back door and hiding from him, for like, ever. 

Fit one. 

After I grabbed our bag and snacks I took Christian out to the car.  As soon as he saw it he waved and said, "bye!" 

Nice, I thought.  He's in a better mood.  How could I ever doubt my cute little guy?

Oh silly Nicole.  One day I'll learn.

Christian loses it as soon as I put him in his carseat.  He twists, he pulls away, he arches his back (that's the worst).  We stuggle in the driveway for a minute or two (this kid is Strong!) before he gives up, sits down and WAILS like I'm beating him.  Nice--the neighbors love that.  I'll be sure to leave a note for DFax...

"be right back, off to torture my child by driving him to music class in his ridiculously safe expensive Britax carseat" Signed Horrible Mother....

Fit Two.

We head to music class.  Fun times.  I have the audacity to insist Christian get back in the carseat so I can drive him to McDonalds with his buddy Kylin for food and play place.  How dare I?  I'm starting to wonder if it'd be worth it to just strap him in the front seat and deal with the consequences? Hummm...just kidding.
Repeat of above carseat drama. 

Fit Three. 

On the way home Christian throws his sippy cup against the door and it gets stuck between his carseat and that door.  I'm only driving 60 miles an hour down the highway and even my long arms can't reach it, but that doesn't change the fact that the way Christian sees it, I'm intentionally keeping him from consuming juice.   

Fit Four is thrown.  It's not even one in the afternoon. 

From one-thirty to four he sleeps.  Oh I can't even contain the excitement.  I need this time to lay quietly on the couch and enjoy the silence.  Or wash clothes, mop the kitchen floor and go thru the mail. :) Either way there was no fitting throwing.   

Little Christian is growing up so much.  I know that this fit throwing is just his way of asserting his independence.  I know it, but I hate it.  I really really hate it. :)

Everyone comes to this stage...we all make it out of it...right? :)

Off to bed...

Nicole

Christmas in...March

This past Christmas, yes, Christmas 2010, we headed to Colorado for a big ole fun family Christmas.  Chris' parents live in Colorado and mine are in Oklahoma, so the latter decided to join us.  With all of our friends, both sets of parents, two brothers, one sister-in-law, and lots of aunts and uncles, we really did have the best Christmas. 

See for yourself.....

Christian has a thing for paper.  As in he likes to eat it!

We put this Santa hat on Christian as many times as we could :)

I figure with all the hair he has if his hair stylist is ever going to get a break (ME!) he needs to like hats. 

This was our Gibson Christmas tree in Boulder :)

Christian really liked helping me wrap presents.  

Saying he was spoiled would really be an understatement...

Christian happy with his butterfly popper, me thrilled with my new Uggs!

Chris got Kinect for Xbox and two games and he was so happy we don't even have a picture of it b/c he tossed the camera aside as soon as he saw that Kinect, and that was it for the pictures :)

Downtown Boulder

Baksa Christmas Present Explosion.  There are a lot of us, but doesn't this just look so crazy?! We were spoiled by the Gibsons  and the Baksas this year...errr...every year, actually :)

He looks so tiny in this one!

 

 Illana helping Penelope get her present open.  Seeing the kids with their presents was so much fun.  I can't imagine how awesome it will be once they can talk and actually know what is going on

How sweet are they? I just love little Penelope! She and Christian got along great and it was so fun to see them interact together.  

All dressed up for dinner.  Grandma Baksa bought this super cute outfit.

I miss those long curls already....

First time Christian really saw snow! We didn't get much snow in Denver so we made a trip up to Breckenridge with Darcie to see the beautiful scenery.  Chris got in some snowboarding too.  

How sweet is this picture? 

Yum! Chris assured me this was not yellow snow...

So funny...Christian was checking out the town...we wanted him to check out the snowman

We decided to all get new hats while in Breckenridge.  Isn't Christians adorable? He looks like a little snowboarder.  

My boys

 

Darcie and Katy cooking up some awesome pesto pasta.  Darc I have made this pasta like 10 times since coming home.  It is sooo good.  

And because Colorado never disappoints...it snowed right before we left.  

Ahhh we miss you already A town. 

Summer Hair

So this post is going to be out of order since I STILL haven't posted Christmas and 1st Birthday photos ( I know, I know) but we have been going back and forth on what to do with Christians hair and we finally decided that little dude needed a haircut.  It was laying on his collar and in his eyes.  He already falls into everything...who knows maybe its because he can see!  :) 

I got some tips from Emily(our hair guru) and decided that maybe I could do it myself without tramatizing him.  He did pretty good.  I was nervous the whole time.  We took breaks, dad fed him candy throughout, and he jammed to Bob Marley.  Which meant he was bobbing his head the whole time...which was SCARY...but it was better than him trying to climb off the counter.  

Here he was right before:  (just washed, no product...isn't that ridiculous that I can actually say my one year old wears "product" in his hair?! haha)

 

During:

 

And AFTER!!!

How'd I do??