Oh Bubba!

~We braved dinner out tonight, which is NOT commonplace for Crazytown but we have been living on the edge more and more lately. After a fairly uneventful meal (which is the BEST kind with a 5, almost 6 and 7 year old) SJ.... aka, Bubba, asked if we could have pie. Why not? What could possibly go wrong?? Moments later we were paying our bill, piling in the van and in search of baked goodness.

Several criteria are needed for us to enter an establishment....

1. The 'restaurant' (obviously using this term VERY loosely) must give out balloons or suckers, not that we typically allow Crazytown to have either... it's just a sign we may not be the loudest table.

2.  An establishment can be added to the list of  'banned restaurants' for infractions such as inquiring 'Would you like that milk to be chocolate or white?' If we want chocolate milk, we will ask for chocolate milk... don't put the chocolate milk thought in Sweet Caroline's head or great sadness will commence when the boring white milk appears at the table.

3. Some sort of free appetizer is a HUGE plus.... which of course is why for the 3 times a year we venture out, Red Robin is always at the top of the list. 'Fries first' rock!!

But alas, Red Robin doesn't have the tasty pie Bubba was dreaming of which is how we found ourselves pulling in to The Village Inn. I believe I blacked out for a moment remember the days of reservations and low light dinners with Kersch. The next thing I remember we are marching through the door as SJ breaks into a sprint toward the case of pies. The boy is overjoyed... so much so he started to dive into the case - not realizing there is a piece of glass between the delicious treats and his watering mouth. I hold my breath, there is a loud thud, then silence, THEN the screaming.... there it is. We hadn't even been seated yet and the entire restaurant, full of 80 years old patrons were grabbing their hearing aid clad ears in anguish. I panic and pick him up and run back out the front door.... to which he assumes he isn't getting any pie and wails even louder. Eventually I convince him his nose isn't broken, he isn't going to die and that he IS going to get pie - we are able to rejoin the family for dessert..... Good Lord!

Much Love From Crazytown

Introducing Crazytown..... Finally

SJ, Caroline and Callie Ready for the Rodeo

Well here they are.... Crazytown! I know.  I know....they look cute, innocent and like they would NEVER cause their mama to hide in her closet for 5 minutes to regain her sanity.  Don't let them fool you!!!  These precious children of God are trouble. Good trouble, but trouble nonetheless.... yesterday for example, I spent 10 minutes carefully prying SJ's head out of a locker at the YMCA after swim lessons.  He informed me we were lucky he had gel in his hair which 'made his noggin slick'.  I wholeheartedly agreed.

Being the Mayor of Crazytown has changed my life in countless ways and I will forever be grateful for the life I have been given.  That being said you should know that I utter the phrase 'sweet baby Jesus please help me' at least twice a day.  Callie was watching as I requested this assistance today and then disappeared quietly into her room.  I'm pretty sure she is keeping a log so she can have me committed when she's older.

log entry #284 - July 26, 2015 - caught mom shaking her head and talking to baby Jesus while folding towels.

Lastly, Caroline has an awesome new trick. It's called licking.  She sidles up to me looking all cute and then sticks her tongue out and licks my face from chin to forehead.  It puts me into an OCD tailspin and totally grosses me out!  This, of course is exactly what she is looking for and begins to giggle uncontrollably.  How does the old saying go?  If you can't beat them, put them into time-out until they stop licking your face.... No??

~Much Love From Crazytown

Oh the Weather Outside is Fantastic

I am absolutely in love with our sunny winter Colorado days! It is difficult to imagine what could be better than a brisk walk to the park with our sweet girl as the blue sky floats over our amazing mountains. Caroline has mastered the stairs, slide and swings at our community park and has to be torn away kicking and screaming (sometimes literally) after each visit.

They'll Be Coming Around the Mountain..

So excited for Papa Lyle and Grandma Karen's visit in February. Papa is bringing his toolbox to help finish the basement out and Caroline is hoping Grandma will show her how to make her yummy chocolate covered potato chips!

You've Got Mail

~It seems a highlight of our new neighborhood is the nightly walk to the community mailbox. Nothing like bundling up and finding a few glow sticks to guide the way! 

A Little iPad is Better Than No iPad

Welcome to the mint edition of the 'Colorado Kerschers'. My first month as Caroline's full-time mommy has prompted this blog. January has proved to be amazing, tiring, motivating, frustrating and fulfilling! We have figured out our routine and she has come to terms with the fact that mommy is indeed in charge at least 70% of the time...ok maybe 60%.

Patrick and I recently discerned we created a little blonde techie monster during our extensive car travels of 2012. Needless to say we had a come-to-Jesus concerning ipad time which resulted in Caroline lying on the floor crying/whining/pouting for an entire day. She did finally succumb to the realization that 1/2 hour of ipad a day is better than no ipad. 

Most of you know we are embarking on the amazing adventure of foster adoption. We are officially licensed and eagerly awaiting Caroline's new sibling(s). We will keep you posted....