Sophia on Father’s Day

Name & Age: Sophia age 4

1. What is daddy’s name? Joshua Peterson?

What is something daddy always says? I love you

2. What do you and daddy do together when Mommy’s gone? We play in my room

3. What makes daddy happy? Working his truck

4. How does your daddy make you laugh? Tickling me

5. What was your daddy like as a child? That suit (the shirt klaus is wearing that Josh wore as a kid)

6. How old is your daddy? 6 months (not quite, lol)

7. How tall is your dad? 89 (again, not quite…)

8. What is his favorite thing to do? Work (nope) 

9. What does your dad do when you’re not around? Something at work

10. If your dad becomes famous, what will it be for? I love you

11. What is your dad really good at? Sleeping

12. What is your dad not very good at? Taking off his truck top

13. What does your dad do for a job? He tells me to clean up my room and I do it

14. What is your dad’s favorite food? Rice 

15. What makes you proud of your dad?  Cleaning up my room

16. If your dad were a character, who would he be? Josh

Sophia, Age 4

This picture says it all, Sophia. You are bright, witty, sweet, hilarious, bossy, and smart. When I sing, “You are my sunshine,” I mean it literally. You are the sunshine on a rainy day, and your smile lights up a room. And, you are 4 today. Your 4 years of life have been some of the best, most fun, of my life.

And now, for all of our enjoyment, a look inside Sophia’s mind.

  1. What is your name? Sophia Louise Peterson S-O-P-H-I-A
  2. What is your job going to be when you grow up? Everything that I like
  3. Are you going to get married? To Jake (from Jake and the Neverland Pirates)
  4. How many kids are you going to have? 60
  5. What are your kids names going to be? Helena and Ez, my friends.
  6. Who are your friends? Helena and Ez and Samuel. Harper and Caitlin and Penny–they’re in Washington.
  7. What do you like to do with your friends? Paint and make games with Harper, and paint with Caitlin, and play dressup with Helena
  8. What food do you like the best? Donuts and rice and deer.
  9. What will your job be when you grow up? My friends are going to come to my tea party and do crafts with you.
  10. What do you like to do with Mommy? I like to do crafts with you.
  11. What do you like to do with Daddy? I like shooting with the nerf gun
  12. What is your favorite thing to do? Put on necklaces…
  13. What is your favorite color? Purple and Pink
  14. What is your favorite thing about yourself? Balleting
  15. Is there anything else we should know about you? Yeah. What? I like colors and I like flowers and I like your workout shirt and your necklace.
  16. Do you have any last words to leave with us for the year? A birthday cake.

Klaus, Age 2


It’s your second birthday today, Klaus! It’s both difficult to believe that you’re two, and impossible to believe that you’re only two. You’re nearly 3 feet tall, and a healthy 35 pounds, but you’re still such a snuggle-child sometimes. You’re smart and talkative, always eager to be in on the conversation, with your deep, bellowing man-voice, whether we’re discussing politics or teaching Sophia how to read. 

You are a whirlwind child–you follow your big sister’s every lead at a pace not too much less than the speed of light. 

You are a fierce lion child too–you growl on demand and take your sister’s toys with a bravado that belies your size. Though she is a many inches taller than you, and uses that height to her advantage, you somehow manage to hold your own, coming out on top at least as often as you lose. 

Sometimes though, in between being a whirlwind and being a lion-child, you are as still as a lake in midsummer. You climb into my lap, or ask to ‘hold you’ and I can still kiss your soft cheeks, smooth your rumpled hair, and wonder at the depths of your chocolate brown eyes.

Everyday with you is full of adventure, Klaus, and as swiftly as these years seem to go by, I’m thankful for every second that I am your mama. Your birthday is one of the best days of my life. Happy birthday. 

One More Times A Million

New babies change life in a thousand different tiny ways. There are the new tiny clothes in the laundry, new pieces of furniture and baby toys that suddenly occupy most free spaces in your home, and the newly essential accessories that go missing at the most inopportune times. (Bulb suction thingy, anybody?)

There are new sweet baby cheeks to kiss, bright eyes to study, and whole new worlds of possibilities to imagine for. 

Having a new baby changes you, and your family, and life in general. It’s true. But it’s the most miraculous change imaginable. It’s exponential multiplication.

Add one small human to the mix, and suddenly there are a million more kisses and perfect baby laughs. 

Somehow, someway, God saw fit to increase our love one more time. It amazes me to remember that it was only 5 years ago when it was just me and my Superman. We loved each other and life was perfect… Until Sophia came around. She turned our world upside down, and set it straight all at once. We didn’t even know we were missing anything until she was born and we couldn’t imagine life without her. 

Two years later when Klaus was born, we were amazed again that such a dynamic change could be so wholly wonderful and completing.

And now here we are again. It’s not particularly surprising anymore–how we have all fallen instantly in love with our new life–but it is still my favorite miracle to ponder during these late night feedings, when the only sounds are the gentle breaths of sleepy people, and the enormous gulps of a tiny baby guzzling her midnight snack. 

Life is different again, but sweeter; our love is bigger than I ever could have imagined five years ago, and our family is more complete with you in it. 

Welcome to the world, baby girl. 
Eva Lorraine 6lb11oz 19.25 inches long

2:50 PM February 26, 2016


I’ve been thinking about this little blog for several weeks, wanting to get back into the habit of posting the weird little quirks of our day to day life.  I miss those quick little posts, and I love remembering the random crap my kids do that makes me feel like writing about it.  Unfortunately, the thought of coming back to it after 8 (yes, 8!!!) months has just been completely overwhelming.  But there’s really nothing to do for such a dilemma except jump in.  So, this cold and calm Saturday morning, I’m back. 

 One of the biggest reasons for my very long silence was our move.  In September we moved from Washington state back to our old stomping grounds in Kentucky.  My Superman is now officially out of the Navy, and started working with a commercial diving company.  We bought our first little house (in cash!) and are enjoying being so much closer to our parents and siblings.  We are currently in the middle of a serious effort to write a book about our home-buying experience, and I am working like mad to try and finish the edits on my hopefully-soon-to-be-published novel that I’ve already been working on for way to long.  My goal is to have all the edits done by March.

Why March?  Because March 2nd is when we’re due to welcome our 3rd little Pea.  Klaus was a week early, though, and I think it would be only fair for Eva to be a copycat in that regard.  I know, I know, babies have their own time tables.  I’m not counting on it.  But I’m 33.5 weeks pregnant, I’ve gained more weight than I have before, in spite of religious exercise and eating well.  Trying my hardest not to be too freaked out about that, but it’s a daily struggle since I’m right around the same weight I was when I DELIVERED the other two.  Oy vey.  So basically I feel like I’m allowed to have this one fantasy where I have her about a week early, all this extra weight is just fluid and stuff that disappears in the first two weeks postpartum, and all the working out pays off in the end so I can wear my pre-pregnancy jeans out the first time I venture into the world after giving birth.  Yeah. Oh, I crack myself up…

Anyways, that’s where we are today.  We’re enjoying a lazy Saturday in the adorable little house that we’ve kind of fallen in love with.  I can hear my happy kiddos playing, my Superman is nearby, and sweet little #3 keeps making my belly jump with her hiccups.  Life is so sweet, and we are blessed beyond measure. ūüôā

And just like that, I’m back in the blogging world ūüėČ


Stop-That’s and I-love-you’s

Motherhood is punctuated by extremes.  Extreme love, extreme frustration, extreme exhaustion, extreme happiness.  Every so often, the depth of those extremes comes out of the blue and surprises me all over again.

The mood of parenthood is subject to change as frequently as the moods of the children and babies in the house, not on a time table.

One minute¬†I’m holding a sleepy baby-toddler, his curly head burrowing against my neck, soft arms clinging to my shoulders. ¬†The next I’m picking up the entire contents of the bathroom cupboard off the floor, and asking him why he’s standing on¬†the table, as if he’s going to answer me.

It’s a constantly rolling wave of “Stop That” and “I Love You”. ¬†Moments so sweet my heart aches, followed by moments so frustrating it seems like a miracle that the human race ever bothered to procreate more than twice.

Somehow though, in the midst of this ever rolling tide, the good always outweighs the bad with a fervency unmatched. ¬†I wouldn’t trade a single moment.

Slow Cooker Jambalaya

Some of y’all were wondering about the recipe for slow cooker Jambalaya that I mentioned yesterday, so here it is. ¬†Yesterday night was the first time I’ve made it but it turned out really well–nice and flavorful, just like Jambalaya is supposed to be! ¬†I ended up modifying a recipe called Smokin’ Jambalaya from¬†a magazine called Essential Slow Cooker. ¬†What I actually did was at least 50 % different from the recipe, so that’s what I’ve written¬†here.

1 package italian sausages ~ 1 16 oz kielbasa sausage ~ 1 large onion, chopped ~ 3 stalks celery ~ 2 carrots ~ 1 14.5 oz can diced tomatoes ~ 1 cup chicken or beef broth ~ 2 Tablespoons tomato paste (I didn’t have this, but I think it would make it better) ~ 1 Tablespoon Worcestershire Sauce ~ 1 Tablespoon lemon juice ~ 1 serrano pepper, seeded and finely chopped ~ 3 cloves garlic, minced ~ 1/2 teaspoon dried thyme ~ 1/2 teaspoon dried oregano ~ 1/4 teaspoon cayenne pepper ~ 2 cups frozen cut okra ~ 8 ounces shrimp (I didn’t have it, so I skipped it).

Rice to serve over

Cut the meat into bite size pieces and add it to the slow-cooker with all the other ingredients.  Cook on low for 6-8 hours or on high for 3-4 hours.

That’s it! Easy peasy! ¬†My only word of caution is in regards to the serrano pepper. ¬†I used about a quarter cup of a frozen, pre-diced bag. ¬†Figured when it comes to cutting hot peppers, less is better. ¬†Except for when the frozen, pre-diced bag contains entire diced serrano peppers. ¬†That’s right. ¬†Seeds and everything. ¬†People, let me tell you–it is HOT. ¬†That’s all!