arctic life: august

Fall is at our fingertips.

There is something about the start of cooler weather and turning leaves that just makes me so happy. Autumn has always been my favorite season. There’s not much about it I don’t like, except that it’s not long enough.


The trees are still slightly green but golden. The days are now a perfect mix of warm and breezy and light jackets and long sleeves are our go to. Outside it’s crisp and cool, and when you step back in your house, it instantly feels welcoming and cozy. Candles always smell better when it’s cooler outside and now our dinner table will be filled with bowls of all my favorite soup recipes.



For me, autumn is the mark of a new year, more so than New Years. New school years, new wardrobes, new schedules. The end of summer in Alaska means the fair is here, which is a week and half of chaos, and happiness, all wrapped into one. Everything I’ve planted and tended to all summer is slowing fading away and will soon be covered in it’s winter coat of leaves, and the garden is on it’s last leg.




In the coming months, we have countless holidays and birthdays to celebrate. First snow falls to look forward to and hopes and wishes for the new year that’s just around the corner. I look forward to the end of summer just as much as I anticipate it’s beginning. It’s equally exciting as life blooms and blossoms, as it fades to yellow and withers away. Watching the trees float away in the wind and the yard is soon filled with it’s golden pieces. Hayden waiting for her neighborhood friends to come running down our driveway to tell her about their day at school. Putting away swimsuits and shorts and reaching for sweaters and boots.


Our summertime toys are getting winterized and put away, and now chilly mornings mean hunting season and early rides with daddy around the neighborhood.



The furriest family member is getting his winter coat and the cool breezy days are just as inviting to all of us as any hot summer day.




The windows get closed up at night with temperatures now dipping below 40 while we sleep and with sunsets at 9 pm, I know that summer in the land of the midnight sun is over. Our once long, sun filled nights and perfectly lit house now requires nightlights for the kids and a slow careful pace for those middle of the night bathroom breaks.

I plan on doing my very best to soak it all in, because just as fast as fall arrives in Alaska, it leaves with the wind and welcomes in winter.


a boy and his party

Last Sunday we had the pleasure of celebrating our favorite little man. (It’s just taken me a few days to write about it.)

Having celebrated a first birthday before, and a few more after it, I can tell you if you do nothing else, EAT CAKE.


Hayden’s birthday falls right smack in the middle of winter, so having a summer birthday gives us a nice break from inside parties.

We kept it simple. A BBQ with family and friends. I didn’t go overboard with decorations, and just made sure we had lots of food and of course, cake.


How adorable are those name balloons. So in love.


We stuffed our faces with delicious food and watched as all the kids ran and played and eagerly awaited to dig into dessert.

Reid didn’t disappoint.



As lots of little eyes peered in, we gave the nod to help him out and soon he was swarmed with tiny hands grabbing gobs of cake as fast as they could before their parents stopped them from total sugar overload.

little people



smash cake

Once the smash cake was just that, smashed cake, we stripped down the frosted boy and gave him a quick scrub.



Note to self. Next time don’t add so much soap. Some minor eye irritation occurred due to excessive bubbles to the face . Oops.

A scrub a dub and rinse, fresh clothes and onto opening presents. Reid got spoiled by everyone and now has his own growing collection of big boy toys all his own. Including a truck that we have to actually hide from the big kids so it doesn’t get destroyed. It’s that much fun.



It was a beautiful evening with our wonderful family and friends and we couldn’t feel more blessed to have celebrated with you all. Until next year….

one year

Reid has reached toddler status.

I’ll save you the long speech about how life wouldn’t be the same without him, and it’s so emotional that he isn’t a baby anymore.

I’m not emotional today because he’s turning one. I’m emotional because we made it through the first year. It was hard. REALLY hard. In all honesty, his first six months about did me in. He was fussy, and spit up constantly. He never slept and screamed even when you held him. Car rides weren’t always pleasant and it seemed like he was sick all the time. We dealt with sensitive tummy issues and I tried cutting out countless things to help. I cried what seemed like everyday and was convinced that I was losing all sanity. He co slept for months and we eventually had to use the cry it out method as a last result. Which wasn’t fun for anyone.

But then it got better. And each day he became happier. We made it over feeding hurdles and soon we all got more sleep. He reached milestones with leaps and bounds and it was as if it happened overnight and one day we no longer had a difficult baby, but the sweet little boy that we know him as today.

He is a dream to be with and keeps us all in good spirits. He is all boy and just wants to play and wrestle, build and get into things, and we most definitely don’t have issues anymore getting him to gain weight.

If you were to walk into our daily routine now, you would never guess he was an awful sleeper. He sleeps a solid 10 hours a night without a peep and with a simple yawn and a tuck into bed with his pacifier, he’s out like a light.

He loves to follow Hayden all over the house, always gives his mama lots of snuggles and has so much love for his daddy. Once Andy gets home from work, I know I’m basically chopped liver to Reid. Which I’m alright with. His intense love for his daddy is quite possibly the sweetest thing I’ve ever seen. It borders on ridiculous.

 I am over the moon excited to see what the next year with him brings.

Happy birthday little mister. You are our one and only.


















I’m thankful for…

making new tiny friends


We are fortunate to have moved into the neighborhood we did. There are so many little people for Hayden to play with. There is Max to our left, who comes to visit his uncle often. To the right of us, we have Ethen and Aelin, a couple of Hayden’s besties.

This summer we met Kendall and Chloe who live behind us. And last week we met Bella. Who has three brothers. Alex, Jackson and Elijah.

Sooo many kids.

Hayden and Bella are two little peas in a pod. While Hayden at times can be sassy and get an attitude, Bella loves to play and is really easy going. She’s up for anything and they will play all day and night if I let them.


They run back and forth between houses and the kid inside of me is uber jealous. How much fun is it having a trail between houses to visit your friends?!?


Sharky even has a bestie. Cooper. They run back and forth between their yards together.


The kids all have snacks together, and play house.



They even let Reid join in on the fun. He giggles and shouts, and follows them all over the house as they play.



Hayden is my social butterfly. She makes friends where ever we go, and doesn’t have a shy bone in her body when it comes to other kids. She is fearless and independent and thinks everyone deserves compassion and friendship. She is perfectly naive in seeing no fault in other people and completely heartfelt with her kindness. She makes me strive to be a better friend and a better person. Thank you Hayden.