{good news + better news | guest post from shoes to shiraz}

Good news.
Beckam didn't get sick from his chicken poo eating escapade.
Or from his other stunts...
He took a nibble off of a dish washer detergent pod later that day too.
Usually those can be super duper dangerous...
luckily he didn't get much in his mouth + it was a toxic free brand.
This child.
I might need some extra backup.

Better news.
I have a truly awesome gal for you to meet.
Deena from Shoes to Shiraz is the bomb.

One of my absolute favorite posts of hers is THIS one where she gives you a little tour of her family room.
Because, I am obsessed with looking at peoples homes, and how awesome they are.
{In the least creepy way possible.}
Seriously though, I want to move in.

Also, girlfriend's got style.
Check HERE and HERE.

Cool house pics. Cute outfit pics. Count me in.
Seriously adorable kids? Yup.
She is currently doing a series of posts called "What Love Looks Like."
It's great.

My point?
Check her out!
Time for me to shut it, and let her do some introductions now!

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Hey everybody! I'm Deena from Shoes to Shiraz and I'm a little bit nervous. Let's just put that out there. Kinda feeling like that first day of high school all over again. Will they like me?  Will I be noticed? It's an excited but scared moment.  Now I'm just being dramatic.  Nerves and unnecessary antics aside, here it goes: my very first guest blog post.

I'm just your regular, plain jane prairie girl who always dreamed of doing big and exciting things.  I always thought the grass would be greener somewhere else.  After I finished University with a major in French, I applied to a variety of places from the Caymen Islands, to Korea to France for a teaching job.
In the end, I stayed close to home....well actually, I stayed right at home, taking up a job teaching at my old high school, living with my parents and having my brother in my classes.
Yup, you read that right.
My very first parent teacher interviews were with my parents.  How often does that happen?
Before I knew it, I met the man of my dreams, was engaged and married and settled in a town just an hour and a half from where I grew up.  Still surrounded by the same green grass, or in our case, the same colourful fields of canola, wheat and flax.

Everytime I travel somewhere, I always get the sense that I come from a land that puzzles people. Saskatchewan?  Where's that?  Why would you live there?  True, there aren't many people in our province, with only just a bit over 1.1 million, which means our largest city only has close to 300,000 people. And yes, we have to drive 6 hours to the nearest Ikea, H&M, or NHL game. So obviously after visiting all these wonderful cities around the U.S and Canada, I do wonder if maybe the grass would be greener on the other side.
But you know what?  I'm happy to call this place home.  Sometimes I take for granted the breathtaking beauty of nature that surrounds me and the endless amount of sky that I can see out of any window in our home.  I like being able to witness the changes of seasons and appreciate the heat, as well as the cold.  It's a simple life but I wouldn't trade it for anything, not even for a closer H&M.

So, that's me.
Well actually, that's just a portion of who I am.
I'm always up to something and i keep track of most of it on my blog.
How about we end this guest post with a little game?
9 truths and a lie.
Now it's up to you to figure out if you know me good enough to guess the lie.

1 - When I'm upset at someone, I have trouble looking at them in the eyes. 
2 - I have never seen a full episode of Seinfeld. Or Ghost for that matter.
3 - When I get ready in the morning I leave getting dressed to the very last. I like my pajamas too much.
4 - I need to clean the kitchen counters before bed.
5 - I go back and correct errors that I missed on my blog. It doesn't matter how old the post.
6 - I see the world in videos and music. There is constantly something being produced in my brain.
7 - I have never been to Europe.
8 - I use a thesaurus when writing my posts. I love words. Especially words like bejiggedty.
9 - Despite coming from a football crazed province, I know nothing about the sport and can't be bothered.
10 - I changed my name when I was 13.

There you have it. Let's see who can be a winner.

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Fun fun!
Goodness. I hope number 10 is true.
I need to know. Like now.

Please check Deena out:
blog | twitter | instagram | facebook | pinterest



{when your baby eats poop}

Beckam has a new found independence.
In general, I love it.
Even though it usually gets him into trouble.

Usually he finds mud puddles, backs right up to them, and takes a seat.

Or he gets into the spice cupboard. 
Vanilla and almond extract seem to be his favorite grabs.
With sprinkles as a close second.
Luckily for me, he hasn't figured out how to open them.

The pots and pans are sure fun too.
He likes to make cymbals out of the lids.

He can seriously make a mess the fastest I've ever seen in my life.
Toys strewn EVERY where in a matter of seconds.
I spend a majority of my day cleaning up.

Today was a special day though.
Today, he found chicken poop outside.
And then decided it would be a good idea to EAT it!

I nearly vomited.
And so did he.
Apparently it didn't taste like he had anticipated.

I quickly swiped his mouth and tongue with my hand and spread the poo on his shirt.
{Not my brightest moment, but at least it wasn't IN his mouth.}
I then took him inside and washed him down thoroughly.

I proceeded to give him a snack and put him down for a nap.
When he woke up I got a little nervous thinking of Brody's E. coli scare with cow manure,
and so I did a quick google search.
{Because that's the best place to go for all of your medical needs/advice?}
That search prompted me to call the pediatrician's office right away.
In which they told me to call poison control.
What the?

Long story longer, 
he shouldn't get any diseases from this.
However, he may have some bacteria in him,
that could cause nausea/vomiting/diarrhea.

We've already been fighting colds over here for about a week now, 
so that doesn't sound like much fun.
Poor guy.
I guess that's what happens when you eat poop.
Hopefully the lesson has been learned:
anything that comes from chickens is not edible.
{he's pretty severely allergic to eggs.}



{this picture...}

This picture...
it captures my boys so perfectly.
Would you like to take a closer look?
Probably not. 
But, just roll with it.

Ok, first - let's look at Brody.
Clearly he adores his little brother.
I mean, you don't smile like that at someone you don't love to pieces.

It also shows how feisty he is...
Hand holding, turned wrist squeezing, turned "I'm going to pinch your fingers off."
Actually, come to think of it, maybe he's not even smiling at Beckam.
He might be going in to bite his ear.

Now Beckam.
Let's start off with the fact that he is the one on the chair...
in which he climbed up on all by himself. 
He's a monkey.
And very proud of it.

Next, that smile.
He is most always happy.
Or indifferent.
But generally happy.

He must be funny.
Brody is cracking up.
I certainly can't understand half of what he is saying,
but perhaps Brody has it down.

And now now both boys.
That glow behind them...
just like little angels.
It's a farce.
At least 52% of the time.
Just watch THIS video from my instagram.
You'll see what I mean.

But seriously...
they are precious.
And they are boys.
Rough, tough, emotional little boys.

Love, love, love them!



{oh hey, friday | i need a vacation after my vacation}

It's Friday! 

If you've come to link up, here is what you need to do:
-write a blog post about ANY five things
-be sure to add the button below to your post OR link back to mine or Karli's blog
{the more readers, the more pageviews YOU will get on your blog.}
-link up your post below
- hop around and meet some fabulous gals

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Ok, my turn...
We just got back from a 48 hour vacation to the mountains.
Vacationing with my farmer's family is SUPER fun.
And tiring.
Let me just share a list of things that we accomplished in our short 2 days of vacay:

1. | Jet-skiing.
What's more fun than flying across the top of the water on a 60 degree day while it rains?
Probably lots of things.
But considering we forked over the moola to rent these bad boys,
nothing was stopping us.
Us gals made it back the beach just in time to pack up our goods and throw the kids in the car before a torrential downpour.
I wish I was exaggerating.
The fella's still had an hour left of riding,
in which they proceeded to goof off and fall into the water.

2. | Pickle-ball and walks.
In between rain storms we made the minutes count.
We walked around the neighborhood and splashed in the puddles.
Pure joy out of the children.
Us adults enjoyed it too I guess. :)
After the kids were in bed, Great Grandma stayed home, while the rest of us headed to the tennis courts.
I wish I would've taken some pictures of our pickle-ball night, because it was epic.
Just picture me and my sis in law kicking some serious butt... 
on like 2 out of 15 games.
We are all a bit competitive, and it made for some pretty fun and intense games.

3. | Tandem Biking.
I am addicted.
I had never been before, but seriously, it is so fun.
Three tandems + a couple of baby trailers = sore legs.
We all rode them from our house all the way around the local lake.
That's over 21 miles, friends. 
In a mountain town.
That means hills.
My quads were on fire.
Luckily, at the end, we stopped in town and grabbed some well deserved ice cream/sorbet.

4. | Game Playing.
Don't think for a minute that you get to sit around in the down time.
That means it's time to play some games.
Sometimes even in a speedo.
{you're welcome}
After the babes went to bed, us adults played Peanuts.
{Please tell me someone has played this game before!?}
My hubby admitted to feeling anxiety while playing it.
It's a little high speed.
Picture multiple decks of cards, solitaire, heavy breathing, and hand slapping.

5. | Rafting
After we left our beautiful rental house, we couldn't head back to the farm quite yet.
The road home runs along a river that is great for rafting.
We thought ahead and brought our gear.
The grandparent's watched the babies and we took the three year olds on their first rafting experience.
We had some good white water and some dead calm water.
Brody loved it all.
He would squeal through the rapids and then say, 
"those were wicked awesome!"

Needless to say, I could use a vacation after that vacation.
I'm glad we planned to get home right before a weekend!

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Ok friends, get your link-up on!
Can't wait to read up on what you all are up to.
Have a great weekend.



{your newest blog favs | group feature post}

I have five lovely ladies for you all to meet today!
Go ahead and read three random things about them,
and then go check out their blogs.
Each one of them is awesome.
And pretty.
And funny.
You get the idea.
You don't want to miss out on following them.

Meghan is a girl after my own heart... with a little more follow through. :)
She has so many amazing DIY's like this patio furniture.
And to get to know her real fast, you should read these 10 facts about her.

Terin's blog is so fun to read. She has some seriously adorable kids and hubby she blogs about.
And I love that she shares her tattoo journey, since I'm too chicken to get one.

Karissa is quite an inspiration. You should definitely read about her stroke/recovery/strength.

Lauren is a hoot. Just a couple {of many} notable posts are the time she stole her boss' debit card and her adorable love story with her main man.

Chelsea is awesome. She isn't afraid to share things like before and after pics of bad acne.
I also love this post on "10 things I want to tell every teenage girls."
blog || twitter || instagram || pinterest

Ok friends, go show these gals some love!!


{this place is a dump}

My sister in law and her family are here on the farm for the week.
Her two boys, and my two boys are the exact same ages.
They're humorous to watch.
Let's just say there is lots of rough housing....
and kissing... mostly by Beckam. 
Such a love.

Today we are leaving the farm though,
and headed to the mountains.
If we stay on the farm, the hubby works.
Inevitably something ALWAYS comes up.
So... we are leaving.
Forcing him to have fun with us instead.
It didn't take much persuading.
Especially when this is where we get to stay:

This place is a dump, eh?

We will be half a mile from a glorious sandy beached lake.
Super close to a beautiful state park to hike through.
And right near the cutest little mountain town you've ever seen.

It's days like this I'm happy I 'retired' from teaching. :)



{brody 3.5}

Saturday was Brody's half birthday.
Not like we celebrated.
Just note worthy.

Three and a half.

So stubborn, yet so sensitive.
Independent and reliant.
Rough plus loving.
We live in a world of antonyms lately. 

He likes to try and push the limits.
And now he's learning that those limits are pretty firm.
Some days my patience is thin. 

Luckily, he has the sweetest heart.
A real zest for life. 
And the silliest sense of humor.

Even on those days that my patience is struggling,
he says or does something that makes me melt.

There is something special about your first born.
Perhaps it is that they are the ones who made you parents.
Or that they taught you how to be a parent.
Either way, unfortunately for them, they are the guinea pig.

It is quite a job to raise a human.
And I certainly don't think I deserve any parenting awards...
but I am confident that Brody is going to rock at life.
I have high hopes of success and fulfilling of dreams in his future.
He has a strong will. 
A loving heart.
And determination like I rarely see.
He is going to be just fine.

Goodness I love this little man.
More than he will probably ever know.

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