when irish eyes are smiling

while many people wear their "irish for a day" t-shirts, we can strut around in our green get-ups and proudly proclaim that we are, in fact, irish. okay, so we're not the o'donovans or o'malleys, not even close.  BUT my grandma was a Delaney. we are descendants from THE County Cork. my dad has kissed the blarney stone and my little sister is over the moon for Daniel O'Donnell (he's irish too, crazy, I know). and so it should come as no surprise that we enjoy waving our "I HEART IRELAND" freak flag every March 17th.

this year we shook it up and started the day with a little road trip to Lark Toys. if you are local and haven't ventured east to the banks of the mississippi and this little treasure of a toy store, I encourage you to check it out. there is something here for everyone:


(I spy a potential gift for mr. J)
in the "library" portion of the store, miles picked up "Ten Apples Up On Top!" and proceeded to read the first half of the book TO me. this kid is a book worm. the teacher in me is doing a happy dance and the momma in me is beaming with pride. it's a natural gift and I'm so glad that he's chosen to use it.

the next three pictures make me giggle every time I see them:

miles brought along his own money and chose to buy a (self-named) "compass whistle" - it's a blue whistle with a small compass on one end and it opens up to store whatever treasures a three year old can smoosh into it. the perfect choice.

as we made our way from the toy store to the highly anticipated hand-carved carousel, we couldn't help but stop to gaze into the display cabinets that line the meandering halls. they are chock full of old fashioned toys. most of them I don't recognize, but I'm sure my parents and grandparents would. (someday I'm sure there will be a cabinet devoted to my little pony, care bears, the smurfs, and he-man) there, among oodles of other old toys, was our santa. the same santa that my grandpa becker would bring out each year, insert new batteries, switch on, and carefully set down on the floor so we could see this little santa shuffle along ringing his bell. my parents proudly display that same santa each Christmas. such great memories.


those with not-so-queasy tummies bought a wooded token and hopped aboard this little gem.

the attention to detail on this thing is stunning.

check out henry's wooden token...I wasn't lying.


a special nod to the brave adults who were forced volunteered to ride along. this pregnant, motion sick momma thanks you.

it would be a tragedy to come this close to nelson, wisconsin and NOT stop for lunch at the original nelson cheese factory. climb aboard (in nana's van) and head over the river to the best cheese curds, eva.

did I mention the ice cream? it's prone to induce a giant perma-smile.

henry inherited my love of ice cream...and chocolate:

stop it. that's ice cream on my shirt. I know what you were thinking.
miles did not.


we managed to squeeze in a much needed nap on our drive home to ensure that we were all good and rested for the annual becker family st. patrick's day party.

my dad does an incredible job of entertaining the masses. he makes a heavenly corned beef (from scratch), delicious cabbage, ooey gooey colcannon, comforting mulligan stew, and an ice cold green beer. this year my mom surprised the two most Irish family members with a photo book of st. patty's parties from years gone by.

papa loves to entertain and the invitation is extended to many. what a blessing to be surrounded by such wonderful family and friends.

did I mention that the kid to adult ratio is growing by leaps and bounds every year? so fun!

here's to another successful st. patrick's day celebration!

take note of the above mentioned "compass whistle" in miles' hand

it's march...really?

the weather this month has been crazy beautiful and unseasonable.  we are taking full advantage of it and have been outdoors as much as possible. I should note that late winter/early spring isn't my favorite season (insert mental picture of mud, brown grass, and cold temperatures), so imagine my delight with the endless 60-70 degree days and bright sunshine.  l.o.v.e.
hello picnics in march:

bring on the bikes!

apparently this one was in need of some repairs...

I love watching my two boys play together.  they are true "boys" and light up when they can be running around and burning off some of their endless energy.  they have recently perfected the art of brotherly love and sneaking a good whap! in on each other every now and then.  I have to admit that there are some days when it's quite draining and that time out corner gets plenty of use.  but most of the time I am captured by those bright blue eyes and I'm reminded of their sweet spirits.

miles is definitely a first born.  he likes things in order, is imaginative, has a gentle soul, loves to read, is cautious and shy in new situations, takes the lead when he's comfortable, and he's a natural teacher. henry is energetic, silly, adventurous, cuddly, stubborn, funny, athletic, and sweet.sweet.sweet. despite their differences, they have both inherited their dad's love of baseball.

all of this beautiful weather brought about the first of MANY trips to the parks in our neighborhood. cousins nick, ellie, and josiah made an appearance for this inaugural visit.

snack break:

you're never too old to run around at the park...right scott?

if march's weather is any indication of the rest of this spring, then I'll toast a good non-alcoholic beverage to that...cheers!

march madness

much of this month has been spent getting ready for baby k.3 - a.k.a. NESTING. nearly every closet, drawer, nook, and cranny has been weeded out, scrubbed out, and reorganized.  ahh...
between madwoman cleaning sessions we have had time for plenty of fun.
potty training lessons from big brother:

haircuts from auntie blair:

homemade english muffin pizza parties:

art projects: