mother's day 2012

kyle delivered on the mother's day gift this year with the precious gift of a new baby.  he can't begin to top that one.  a sweet new baby, a bubbly toddler, and a spunky preschooler make life so much more exciting and fulfilling.  there truly is no greater gift than that of motherhood. that being said, I'd like to report that I have an amazing photo of my babies and I on this mother's day 2012.  fact is, the one picture I do have is nothing short of hideous of myself.  so, no, it is not making the blog.  I can, however, offer up this picture of my amazing mom and her SEVEN grandbabies.  seven in less than four years.  not too shabby huh?

anyone who knows my mom and dad know that they are in their glory. I know I have quite a biased opinion, but who wouldn't be proud of this adorable bunch of towheads?

we celebrated mother's day with a trip to a local park with some of our extended family.  even though we all live relatively close to one another, we don't see each other nearly enough.  it was great to catch up and share a yummy potluck meal together.

one more of the two newborn baby boys. precious.

happy mother's day to all of the great moms out there.

easter 2012: a photo storyboard

cupcake decorating


easter saturday

nana and papa with only five grandbabies


let the hunting commence!


basket bonanza


look what WE got nana!
I love these next two pictures for two reasons. 1)this is usually what my mom looks like when the littles are around and 2)this is exactly why I love my mom. she LOVES our children. she doesn't want to miss a moment or forget what they are like at this stage and every stage. we have jokingly called her "the kodak queen" over the years, but we sincerely appreciate the hundreds thousands millions (not exaggerating) of pictures she has captured over the years.


cheap entertainment


the quieter moments


after the early church service on sunday morning to celebrate the REAL reason for easter, we headed out to the farm for more festivities.


flying kites


wheels, wheels, wheels

(not pictured: pregnant momma having a panic attack)

home again, home again, jiggety jig

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