A week of "Lasts"

As the rest of the U.S. prepares for autumn, mine is coming to an end. *sigh*

Fall in Alaska is just too shortly lived; like two weeks shortly lived… then it’s gone. Already the temps have dipped into the 30’s and 40’s, the air has thinned out, and the birch trees are almost naked- it’s the beginning of winter, baby! I’m now “preheating” my car before taking Krysta to school, bundling up tiny fingers and ears, and the random clicking of the heater is a common sound heard throughout our home.








As autumn is coming to a close, so is Elmendorf AFB’s Youth Football season. Krysta shook her red, white, and blue pom-poms and gave one last cheer to the Boys of Fall. It was the perfect day for giving a last hoorah to cheerleading. The air was cool and crisp, but we were graced with warmth from the sun’s rays. If this day could be any type of drink, it would’ve been a pumpkin spiced latte. Delish.












For the last dance of the season, Krysta got to be a flier. This was a BIG moment for her! And our hearts were spilling over with pride.








And speaking of pride, check out my future Top Gun. Isn’t he just the handsomest little thing you’ve ever layed eyes on? He has seriously stolen my heart. Swoon.



You can get this adorable Football Hat from CynsationalTreasure !



Thanks Tabetha, for the awesome bomber jacket! We LOVE it!



I’m going to close today with a few videos:






Enjoy your weekend... and those fresh fallen leaves!






~Em

It's magic

The magic is beginning. Golden leaves are fluttering from the tops of birch trees onto the ground below, crisp air is rolling off of the mountain tops with the combined scent of cinnamon and fresh linen, and my red wool pea-coat is making another debut. *squeal*





It truly is a wonderful, home-bodying, family snuggling, heart-swelling, over-joyous, love spreading time of year. A time when all things materialized take the backburner and we bring forth what really matters- family.















During the Fall and Winter months, Ron and I tend to gravitate towards McGinley’s Irish Pub, in downtown Anchorage. So it was no surprise that we ended up there for lunch this week. We spent a lot of time talking and catching up and laughing over Baby Will, while eating hot homemade Sheppard’s Pie and real Reubens. It seriously warms our core and brings us to a temporarily slower pace of life.






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Here’s a clip of my girl waving around her red, white, and blue pom-poms.



My heart swells every time I seeing her loving life. She lives so carefree and so optimistic, with the world at her feet.















This guy is full of smiles these days. It’s so good to finally get a tiny break in the teething process. The dude already has four teeth!
I’m enjoying these moments when my guy’s face lights up and grins from ear to ear. Priceless.









And when these two get together, let’s just say we’re going to have our hands full. Already they’re pushing the limits with each other. It reminds me of my two younger brothers and I growing up. We would raise hell and aggravate one another to no end, just for kicks. We drove each other crazy, and it drove my mom even crazier.

I got a small taste of the near future last night:







In the spirit of turning an ordinary happens-to-everyone event into something that excites us to no end, is the losing of a tooth. Yes, Krysta Jean has lost yet another tooth, and since she takes such good care of her pearly whites, the Tooth Fairy graced her with $2 instead on the usual $1. She was pretty stoked about that!



Tooth Fairy pillow was mine as a child, now passed down to my Love for her to enjoy the magic.


We have alot of home-bodying planned for this weekend. I'm working on a fabulous painting of my lovies, Ron's going to finish staining my sewing/art table, Krysta is cheering at her last football game of the season, and we're all going to enjoy the fresh Autumn air.









Get out and enjoy this amazing color changing time of year.
Embrace it. Live it. See it. Do it.


Happy Friday,
Em

A new memory.

It was a weekend of a new adventure. A new challenge. A new memory.

Krysta started cheerleading and let’s just say she loved it! She’s encouraged to hop and bop and yell till her heart’s content; what more could a seven year old girl want.






Saturday was the Opening Ceremony on Elmendorf AFB, and with only having an hour to learn the “Opening Ceremony Cheer,” Krysta was nervous, and I was nervous for her.







As the teams were introduced, they marched in a single file onto the field as “The Hey Song” played in the background. It was the perfect combination to get anyone’s adrenaline pumping, hips swaying, and toes tapping to the beat.






After the introductions, it was time for the girls to do their thing. They skipped to the middle of the field, got into position, and shook what their mama’s gave ‘em. Krysta rocked it! She was full of confidence and waved her pom-poms like there was no tomorrow.












When it was time for her to chant her name, she walked up and said, “My name is KRYSTAAAAA!!!” and did a little jump. It was one of the cutest darn things you’ll ever see.







That evening, we returned for the first game of the season. It was cold, and rainy, and the colors of autumn were starting to appear. Everyone held an umbrella and was bundled in either a hoodie or a snuggie…except us. We thought, “It’s the first game, let’s look nice!” Big mistake. BIG! We quickly learned that the game continues on even in the rain, and even for a seven year old. Next time we’ll be prepared and dress for the weather. Maybe we could even sport a snuggie!







As Ron, Will, and I fought the cold and rain, Krysta was bouncing around on the sidelines having a blast! She did some chants, shook her pom-poms, and dropped her hips to the ground.

"D. O. W. N, that's the way we get DOWN" is still stuck in my head.







Oh, and the half-time show- Lord help me, IT WAS PRECIOUS! The girls danced to one of the songs on Disney's Phineas and Ferb, Gitchi Gitchi Goo.











Despite the cold and rain, it was 100% rewarding to watch my little pop-tart bop around the football field with flying pig-tails.