weird, man.

I think I fell down a rabbit hole. Two plus years since I wrote here. I guess there was no particular reason why I stopped other than life, man. And also the nagging feeling that one day my kids might feel entirely too exposed on the internet. But time and again over the last two years I’ve come here, scrolling, searching and reveling in the stories of their lives. At times I’ve even read aloud to them…and sometimes them to me. I mentioned yesterday that I might start writing here again and they both pleaded for that to be true. So I guess, here we go.

Chances are there will be lots fewer pictures and less specific stories but who knows. What I do know is that I’ve missed the outlet of writing. Something about pecking at these keys is cathartic…even if the only catharsis I seek is from the passage of time. Because the truth is that the day to day dull ache that I feel is over how quickly it’s all going. The kids are ten and twelve now. TEN AND TWELVE. Hold me. To make no mention of how old Brent and I are.

So I guess that’s why I’m back. Time is passing, kids are growing, life is marching on and the only way I know to slow it down is by celebrating every last second of it.

 

 

 

our little hip hoppers.

We are lucky to have not one but TWO dancers in our family. Last year Ephraim decided to take hip hop along with Sarah and we couldn’t be more proud of them both! The recital early this Summer was absolutely amazing. I loved capturing them on stage!

Check out our little guy stealing the show!

Sarah was delighted that her third grade teacher came to watch. (Super dark photograph but still a keeper for the moment it captured!)

And no dance recital would be complete without our neighbs! Sarah and Betsy have been attending each other’s recitals for years now.

Apparently dancers aren’t supposed to be seen in costume in the hallways during a performance. So here’s E snuggling his Dad with his robe on…

Sarah was also asked to be in the closing recital this year which she was THRILLED about. She was one of the youngest to dance in this number so she was mostly hidden in the back. She didn’t mind though…she was so enamored to be part of a group of such wonderful dancers. I had to be quick to grab a couple shots of her at the very end.

I guess I’m officially a dance mom!

the seaside half.

Like all of the posts in the queue here at The Pigbear, this one is old. How old, you ask? Like, old enough that when I was in these pictures I had bangs. Which then grew out. And have now been cut into bangs again. That’s two whole seasons by my count.

But this trip was fun and has stories worth telling so here we go.

This past February (told you this was old!) my running group headed down to the beach to run the Seaside Half Marathon. A couple of years ago Brent and I were generously gifted the beach house that Brent’s parents built 30+ years ago. It was their baby for decades, and now it’s ours. We have already had SO many adventures there, with so many more to come.

Our house is in Laguna Beach, just outside of Panama City Beach, and just short jaunt from the hoity toity beaches down 30A. So we loaded up the day before the race and headed down to road to grab our registration packets, shop and carb load.

These friends have come to mean so much to me.  I started running with them two or three years ago when I had a couple of half marathons under my belt but was starting to get bored with just the thoughts in my own head on a ten mile long run. I heard these girls had a group and that they might not mind me honing in on it. So hone I did. And now, hundreds of miles and ten half marathons later I dare them to even think about kicking me out. Their friendship has done more for my sanity than running ever has…and that’s saying a lot. I adore them.

Amy and Angela…

Plus Bri…

I think you know this one…

Plus Julie and Brooke…

Told you we were carb loading. Beer = best carb ever.

Once Seaside sent us packing we headed back to Laguna and spent the rest of the day resting our legs at the house.

Not counting the mad dash to TJ Maxx for sheddable cool weather clothing when we realized the race start temps were much lower than we had expected.

After a good night’s sleep we were up at zero-dark-thirty for race day.

Race, miles, run, blah, blah, blah.

13.1 miles later we were back, showered, happy, and half-drunk on mimosas. Post-race afternoons are a beautiful thing!

We strolled down to the beach, looking like a cross between a Beatles album cover and an ad for colored denim.

Then I got a picture of their cute runner’s butts as I simultaneously tried to sell them a house in our beach neighborhood…

Maybe we’ll stay at their house next year!

Washington, D.C.

Back in March, for Spring Break, the family headed to Washington, D.C. In some ways it felt like our first “real” family trip, which seems silly considering how many places these kids have been. But because this was a destination driven entirely by curiosity and culture, rather than visiting family and friends, it felt different. We 100% embraced it as a grand adventure. Our original plan was to take a train up but when that ended up being twice as much as flying (holy Amtrak!) we changed course. We ended up with five nights in city and we made the absolute most of it. Many of the memories were immediately archived and shared via Instagram but I made a point to pull out the big guns every now and then too.

Proof that these kids are my direct offspring: the LOVE a hotel…

The morning after we arrived we headed out bright and early for a tour of the Capitol building given by none other than Mo Brooks, our congressman. All politics aside, I give the man props for escorting those Cobblets (and a host of other constituents around).

And I’m here to tell you: he left no historical stone unturned. We saw every inch of the Capitol building that was accessible to the public…and probably even some inches that weren’t. The kids are quick to point out that it was a three hour tour with no snacks or bathroom breaks. And that’s true. But it also a once a in a lifetime opportunity. Very cool.

Here they are in the Capitol hall that houses monuments from the states. Each state get two and Alabama has Rosa Parks and Helen Keller. Nice going ladies. Way to represent.

We packed enough history into that first day to fill us for the week, but we still had more to see. All the high notes were musts for the kids, of course. The Washington Monument…

The Jefferson memorial, where we later took a family selfie standing in the same spot where Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr. gave his “I Have a Dream” speech. (chills)

Arlington National Cemetery and the Tomb of the Unknown Soldier, which was absolutely worth the hike and lived up to the hype. 

(Needless to say, it was cold. And E borrowed layers.)

And the highlight of Sarah’s week: a trip into Georgetown to cruise through Georgetown Cupcakes…the inspiration for the cable show D.C. Cupcakes. History, shmistory. This girl needed a cupcake fix…

daddy daughter dance

This post has been sitting in the queue for a while. Like, two months. The Indian Princess Daddy-Daughter dance was back in February and these two spiffy Cobbs weren’t going to miss a chance to get dressed up for a night on the town…

Especially together.

I’m not sure what this is exactly, but I think it might be Brent practicing his dance moves. For some reason Sarah still agreed to go with him.

There’s a wonderful restaurant in our town that Sarah has been dying to go to for years. It’s higher dollar than we typically spend on our kiddos so we haven’t been with them. But our foodie girl was delighted to learn that her Daddy was taking her there before on the dance…on a double date with Betsy and her Dad. Score.

The girls were more than happy to pose for a few shots together before being whisked away. I have visions of many, many middle school and high school dances together in these girls’ futures.

As for these boys…

I’m not sure they’ll be invited back.