June 26, 2011


the post you've all been waiting for...

i must apologize for the cliff hanger.
the husband says it was mean.
that i must hurry up and post more pictures and details of "the ring"
his aunt sarah is waiting. :-)

yes, i guess it was kind of mean.
i was just too excited and didn't have time to follow up.
again, sorry folks.


a little bit about this beauty:
there are 92 diamonds signifying the 92 years the green bay packers have been in the league.
13 diamonds for the 13 world championships.
4 diamonds for the 4 super bowl wins.
the ring weighs a half a pound.
it's appraisal is equivalent to that of a very nice, large SUV.

it's incredible.
the significance of it is worth far more than its monetary value.
it is worth hours and hours of hard work.
weeks of traveling to games
years in the league.
the dream of any little boy come true.

when dave redding was in grade school, he was given the assignment to write down his three goals in life.
1) was to play football for his dad at north platte high school.
2) was to play football for the nebraska cornhuskers.
3) was to win a super bowl with the green bay packers.
he did all three.

his mom had saved this school project.
it took 26 years in the nfl to achieve the final goal.

his 26 years in the league were as the strength and conditioning coach for the browns, chiefs, redskins, chargers, and packers.
he was twice named the strength and conditioning coach of the year
and was inducted into the usa strength and conditioning coach hall of fame.
for more on his career, click here.


dave is not just some nfl football coach.
he's my dad's friend.
the entire redding family is like another family of mine.
years ago, my dad helped him build a cabin on the island.
as payment, my parents were able to attend this year's super bowl.
a completely out-of-this world experience.
my dad said it completed his bucket list.
being able to watch his friend win that game, brought tears to their eyes.
my dad recalls them all crying like babies as the confetti fell over the field.


not too many 2 year olds can say they have held a super bowl ring.
chad has always been a packers fan, so being able to experience his team at this level has been incredible for him too.


June 21, 2011



that is a super bowl ring on my finger.
you better believe it.

...more to come...


June 20, 2011


a perfect day in the life of mr.cash.


he calls his binoculars, "turkey glasses"
most of the time his eyes are closed as he looks through them.
my parents live on the river.
they have real wildlife literally in their back yard.
and on their porch.
and in my mom's flowers.
the below turkey picture was taken by my mom.
she was in her kitchen.
that turkey tom was in her flowers.
she has marley, her dog, trained to chase them away.


my dad wants to build cash a beach.
he has spent months clearing trees and brush along the river.
on this particular day, we* were hauling sand for the beach.
*by we, i mean i was helping? with a camera in my face? sure.


the little stick thrower.


because of this, little guy, you'll be picking sand out of your crack until you're 13.


our little family of three.


it was a beautiful day*
in a beautiful place.
with beautiful people**


*so...this may have been 3 weeks ago.
so...i may be slow getting photos edited.
better late than never, yo.

**me=not so beautiful.
no makeup.
bad hair hat day.
sorry for the scare. eek!
i've made a promise to be more intentional about being in front of the lens more.

June 19, 2011



mr. cash,
you are 2 years old today.
you have developed quite the little personality.
you are very animated
and a bit dramatic, at times.
you have an advanced vocabulary
you can say your ABC's
and can count to 15 (skipping 6,8, and 14).

you have an eye for finding "stool buses"
hearing "choo choo twains", "airpains", "motorcycles", and "darbage twucks".
there isn't a body of water that you do not want to throw a stick in.
there is usually a tractor in your hand.

you have a kind heart
and it makes you sad if a baby is crying.

you also tell every stranger you meet that
"daddy hid it in da water"
"daddy hid dolf tub in da water"
this does not make your dad happy.
(this golfing incident was supposed to be a secret)

you call every beverage other than milk, "grampie's juice"
you call yogurt, "whips"
and fruit snacks, "fruit dats"
you like to eat pizza at "butch's house" (the sit n bull)

you have went potty in the big potty one time.
you called grammie mj to tell her the big news.
she didn't answer, but it didn't stop you from yelling in the phone:
"hi, damny! i-i-i doe bid potty, damn-ma! bid potty!!"

i love being your mommy.
i love your big smile
and your silly faces.
i love that you yell, "tum here, mommy! wake up, mommy!" in the mornings.



and not forgetting the other reason why today is special:
happy father's day.
...to cash's two turkey hunting instructors.
(my dad and my baby's daddy)

June 8, 2011


"weave it awone, mommy!"
(leave it alone, mommy!)
"i do it, mommy!"
i don't care what you say, big boy.
those toes are still full of baby chubs.
so that still makes you my baby.
got it?

June 6, 2011


relay for life 2011
is in the books.


with all of the wind and stormy weather we'd had,
i was a bit nervous how the night would unfold.
it turned out to be a beautiful day.

i made cash the "i relay for my grandma annie" shirt
...on thursday night
...at midnight.
because that's how i roll.


this year's theme was
"roundin' up a cure"


the survivor walk is the most inspiring part of the night for me.
all of those people in purple shirts are cancer survivors.
they have heard the dreaded words, "you have cancer"
they have fought a tough battle.
and they have won.


it's emotional.
very inspiring.
very humbling.
tears are shed.
halfway through the survivor walk, the survivors meet up with their caregivers and finish the walk together.
as a reminder that no one fights alone.


i've wrote a lot about my mother-in-law and how cancer took her away from us too soon.
but she is not the only reason why i relay.
above, are also family members.
my cousin has fought a very brave battle.
with two little boys.

my aunt will be celebrating her 18th year in remission.


this little girl is incredible.
she's been through too much in her little lifetime.
more than a child should ever have to endure.
but, that smile is always on her face.
pure beauty.
pure strength.

cancer should never take away a child's innocence.


the night is not all about tears.
there was lots of fun and entertainment.
square dancing, zumba, jazzercise, pony rides, kids games
...and mustache pictures.

June 1, 2011


as i work on luminaria bags for the relay for life,
i found this excerpt from a grey's anatomy episode.
a lost treasure i found on my computer from who knows how long ago.
every line.
so true.
so real.
so raw.

Lexie: Grief may be a thing we all have in common, but it looks different on everyone.
Mark: It isn't just death we have to grieve. It's life. It's loss. It's change.
Alex: And when we wonder why it has to suck so much sometimes, has to hurt so bad. The thing we gotta try to remember is that it can turn on a dime.
Izzie: That's how you stay alive. When it hurts so much you can't breathe, that's how you survive.
Derek: By remembering that one day, somehow, impossibly, you won't feel this way. It won't hurt this much.
Bailey: Grief comes in its own time for everyone, in its own way.
Owen: So the best we can do, the best anyone can do, is try for honesty.
Meredith: The really crappy thing, the very worst part of grief is that you can't control it.
Arizona: The best we can do is try to let ourselves feel it when it comes.
Callie: And let it go when we can.
Meredith: The very worst part is that the minute you think you're past it, it starts all over again.
Cristina: And always, every time, it takes your breath away.
Meredith: There are five stages of grief. They look different on all of us, but there are always five.
Alex: Denial.
Derek: Anger.
Bailey: Bargaining.
Lexie: Depression.
Richard: Acceptance.

every year, the relay for life is such a bitter sweet moment for me.
it's so inspiring to see all those who have won their battle.
yet, so hard to see how many have lost.

i struggle mostly with this:
as a mother, i want the very best for my child.
a perfect world.
with no hurt.
or pain.
or sadness.
i want him to have 2 grandmas here on earth.
one grammie mj
and one grandma annie
i don't want to go to the cemetery to celebrate birthdays.

life's not fair.
not fair at all.