Peanut butter and Cheetos.
Perogies and Cinnamon.
Burgers and Reeses Peanut Butter Cups.
On paper, these combos might seem a bit strange but I swear they work. My wife and I are kind of like that. It’s been my experience that we rarely agree on much (except for pineapple on pizza… Best idea ever am I right?!). Sure, it’s caused some conflict (to wear or not to wear socks in the house) but we’ve found beauty in our differences as well. It’s led us to ask ourselves how we mesh as a family. With so many differences can it work? Of course, we’ve found the answer: We mesh in our differences, we mesh in the shared experiences and messy moments between making multiple breakfasts and picking up the kids from school. We mesh like french fries dipped in a Frosty. We mesh in the moments shared in this blog… Welcome to our mesh.
She says: Who am I? I am a mom of two. Yes, that is how I am now defined. And that’s ok, my kids are the love of my life and I am so proud of them. Going a little more in-depth: I grew up in a small town. That’s right a country girl. Growing up I always thought I was an outgoing, fly-by-the-seat-of-my-pants girl. Now I realize that is not me at all. I like to be in control. Doing new things gives me a parade of butterflies. Actually, it more like a parade of elephants. Yep, more like giant elephants stomping through my stomach. Surprisingly the only time I didn’t struggle with this feeling was my wedding day. I have been happily married for 11 years. Even though I say happily married, when you add two kids to mix it’s easy to miss those flirty teenage years. Looking around I think I’ve started to blur into a boring mom who doesn’t even feel like I have anything to contribute to the conversation.
So why should I start this blog? First and for most I want to start to have adventures and reconnect with my husband. Also, I hope to have stories to tell my kids as they grow and encourage them to try new things. I do not want to just step out of the box but take a giant leap. So 1… 2… 3… JUMP!
He Says: When I was a kid, I remember asking my dad what it felt like to grow older. “In my head, I still feel 19; everything else in me disagrees,” he said. When I turned 30, I started to understand what he meant, but I didn’t want to. That’s why, when my wife said we should start a blog built around our shared experiences, I jumped at the chance. Because somewhere along the line, my mind started to feel as old as my body and I don’t want to feel that way.
I’m a teacher, a freelance writer, and an artist and I don’t want to slowly fade away as my kids begin to experience the wonders life has to offer. I want to be the kind of dad that can point to the things I’ve seen, done, experienced and learned. I want to be the kind of person who pushes myself further than I had dared I could go. I want to laugh with family and friends around the table as we regale each other with stories from the past year. And I want to make those stories with those closest to me. So… here goes nothing.