Mandy Rose

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    I Conquered a Huge Fear

    Being adventurous is usually not in my vocabulary. I grew up as a cautious child who always liked to follow the rules. I was never too keen on taking risks or going outside of my comfort zone.

    Then I met my husband.

    <<Polar opposite>>

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    Zip Line Tour Shawnee Bluffs

    He pretty much lives for adventure.

    I thought early on in our marriage, “This just may not work out how I’d hoped…” He is constantly pushing me to try new things.

    But something in me changed over the last 8 years. Little by little I started to enjoy being pushed out of my comfort zone.

    And now I’ve reached a point in my life where I feel like if I’m not being stretched…then I’m not truly growing. In any thing. In my family life. As a mother. As a wife. Or Christian. Or daughter.

    Zip Line Tour Shawnee Bluffs

    Zip Line Tour Shawnee Bluffs

    Zip Line Tour Shawnee Bluffs

    I have this deep desire to DO MORE.

    Even when it’s scary.

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    Don’t Judge Your Child’s Athletic Ability On His Soccer Skills

    T-ball is officially over. I thought I would be happy about it since it’s now 90 degrees outside, but oddly enough…I’m rather sad. 

    And so is P Man.

    He absolutely LOVED t-ball!


    He was good at it!  I was so proud of him!

    If you remember when he watched played soccer…then you see why it makes me so happy that he actually participated.

    I really thought after the season of soccer that we just didn’t have a athlete on our hands.

    And I was okay with that.

    But, boy was I wrong.

    Soccer just must have not been his “thang” because I assure you…he went all out for t-ball! It was like a completely different child than the child I took to the soccer field.

    Pretty intense face, hey?

    This is such a cute moment…one of P’s besties was on the other team and the were chatting it up while P was at first base. :)

    He demanded that I display this trophy in the living room. How can you say no to that?!?!

    I guess I shouldn’t have pegged his entire high school athletic career {or lack thereof} on his inability to play soccer. I couldn’t have been more wrong.

    And even if he doesn’t end up being the quarterback of the football team or the starting first baseman…I know that I will still be proud of his effort!


    Pregnant P Man, T-Ball, & How I Clean My Sunglasses

    Do you think that this picture screams…”YOU’VE BEEN PREGNANT MY WHOLE LIFE MOM!

    Because I’m not gonna lie. I kinda do.

    And really, he’s kinda right.

    I’ve been pregnant quite a bit of his 4.5 short years.

    He once told our babysitter that if he ate a hot dog it would make him pregnant so he refused. Poor guy. He really thinks that I’ve been chowing down on some major hot dogs, huh?!

    If hot dogs made you pregnant we’d all be screwed.


    He likes to put the bouncy ball up his shirt and run around screaming “I’m PREGNANT!” as he’s bouncing off the walls (don’t ask).

    Strange strange game.

    And don’t worry…this post is not a pregnancy announcement. I know I said I had really exciting news to share, but being pregnant was not it.

    He started T-Ball practice last week and I am proud to say…he’s got some skills!

    We were thinking that he wasn’t going to much of an athlete after the whole soccer experience. You know. Where he didn’t kick the ball the entire season and refused to be on the field unless J was at his side?

    But, nope, turns out that soccer just wasn’t his thing because he LOVES baseball. And he’s good at it!

    Sorry for the randomness of this post, but I just have a lot of random thoughts today. :)

    For instance, do you find it random that I looked down and noticed I was cleaning my sunglasses with a pair of Thomas underwear?

    I find that not only random, but odd.

    I’m not sure what is MORE odd…the fact that I am cleaning my sunglasses with underwear or the fact that I had underwear just sitting in my car and readily available to use as a cleaning cloth?

    At least they were clean undies.

    That’s all I’m sayin’.



    Basketball Goal – 1, Husband – 0

    Remember how I told you about our new basketball goal?

    Well, what I didn’t tell you?  It may have taken my husband an entire Saturday to put it together.

    I always love when he decides that he wants to start a project like this because it’s VERY rare folks. VERY VERY rare.

    I’ve told you once and I’ll tell you again, he’s a business man.

    Not a handyman.

    He likes numbers and money. Not screwdrivers and hammers.

    Luckily, he doesn’t really have to be a handyman all that often with my dad less than a mile away.

    However, this particular weekend…the weekend he decided to go buy the boys a basketball goal…my lovely dad was out of town. And don’t think that a 4 year old and a 2 year old will allow you to bring home an unassembled basketball goal and let it fly. Won’t happen people.

    This left basketball goal assembly all in the hands of hubby.

    Dun dun dun…

    *Que very long day followed by bloody nose, annoyed wife and backwards assembled basketball goal.


    I must say I give him an “A” for effort. The fact that he attempted to do this project on his own really is EXTREMELY out of his normal Saturday behavior.

    But, I’d have to admit…he gets a “C+” in assembly. He was so proud that he finished (and so was I).


    Does anyone see anything wrong with this picture?

    Yea, he didn’t either. It wasn’t until our 12 year old neighbor girl said, “I think that base is suppose to go the other way.”

    A quick “Nahh” from the hubby as he frantically ran to look at the picture on the box.

    Sure enough. Basketball goal base…on backwards.

    Leave it to the 12 year old neighbor girl to set him straight. I think he felt about 2 inches tall at that point. He did admit, “I was wondering how you were suppose to do a lay-up?”

    Oh you handyman you.

    As for safety? He earned a big fat “D”. About 5 hours in to the project he busted his nose open.

    He also made his wife hold the pole propped up on a stroller while he fixed his backward base mistake. Notice how happy wife looks. That’s my sarcastic smile.

    I will say that once it was up and correctly assembled…they boys and the neighborhood kids all loved it!

    It was the ‘Rose 3′ against the ‘neighborhood 3′ for a full on basketball game.

    Don’t worry, Bents might have been too little to actually play but he found his own fun during the game.

    And yes, he will come after you with the broom stick and try to scare you in to giving him the ball. He will also sweep the driveway mid-game for you.

    I am slightly confused on if my husband actually bought this basketball goal for the boys…

    …or for himself.


    Soccer and Moving (not us)

    This past Saturday was P’s last soccer game of the season. I am so proud of him! He started the season off by crying and not wanting to step foot on the field. By the last game he was excited and running around chasing the ball. He came a LONG way! It was fun to watch him!

    They all got a trophy with their name on it! He thought it was the best thing ever!

    After soccer we helped some of our good friends move in to their new house! If you know me, then you know I love to organize and get things in “order” so moving doesn’t bother me much. I think I had way too much fun organizing Kelly’s kitchen. Sometimes I think being type A is a sickness. For real. And I am pretty sure the Webb’s thought I was a nutso. :) 

    Kelly kept wondering why I was so IN TO packing. I tried to remind her that The Container Store…is my happy place. Enough said.

    Their house turned out AWESOME! I can remember before they started building and Kelly was telling me that she was bad at decorating and just terrified to have to pick out everything for the new house. Take a look at their bedroom…and I think you will see that she is FAR from being a bad decorator!

    I’m in love with this wall! Plus, the floors….TO DIE FOR! They really did a fabulous job on “attention to detail”. I’m hoping she will take her blog off private and post LOTS of pics for you guys to see (I’ll work on convincing her)!  hint hint.

    My husband, God love him (you all know that you can preface anything with “God love him” and it instantly makes it a non-mean comment right?), typically likes to “outsource” things. Seriously. He would outsource taking out the trash if I would let him. So, when he had to do some manual labor…he was slightly wore out. Ha!

    Kelly found him napping in the old living room floor. Sneaky sneaky.

    However, he is doing a Crossfit handstand challenge and he made sure to get his handstand hold done in the U-Haul. Nice.

    Sometimes that man cracks me up. I should give him more credit than I am because he did help Tom move a 650 pound gun safe. YIKES!

    I’ll leave you with this cute little picture of SJ. It’s a little blurry, but his smile was just too cute not to post.

    Happy Monday!