A Merry Morning

Posted by casey on January 26, 2015 in Holiday Fun

DSC_0264_edited-1Now that we are one month from Christmas and full in the having just moved, 5th birthday party planning, Valentine assembling, baby nesting months I decided I better get out these favorite captures from our Merry Christmas morning with the boys.  Everett may or may not have come downstairs at 4 AM on Christmas morning…the end of one era and the beginning of an era.  I coaxed him into going back to sleep for a couple of hours by allowing him in our bed instead of taking him back upstairs because his whispers of “Mommy, there are presents out there,” every thirty seconds made me question whether he would or not to begin with!

After Caden excitedly ran into our bedroom, up we were and so it began.  The onslaught of excitement, coffee and surprises galore.  First things first, Santa ate all of the cookies!!!  Amazing.


Santa had left handy-dandy Santa sacks just like his, making the wrapping diminishDSC_0269_edited-1 and the ease of opening and preparing increase.  This was the first year that they were drawn to their overflowing stocking firsts which was a fun sight for me because that was always a favorite of mine even into adulthood.  Yes, we insisted Mom still stuff our stockings when we were in college.  Bless her patience.

Using their mighty mini muscles they dragged those stockings into the living room and began pulling things out one by one declaring, “Oh, I was asking for one of these!!!”  I sat back with my coffee and enjoyed their joy, occasionally snapping a picture but more often helping them tug something out or cut something open, every parent’s holiday right.

DSC_0282_edited-1No it isn’t about the “things”, but there is something just so nice about their pure happiness and excitement over these surprises and the fact that they belong to them.  Seeing your childhood memories come full circle into what will be there childhood memories and the moments together as a family that will mark our stories around the dinner table as they age.  Priceless.

They were expecting wrapped items, so explaining that the Santa had stuffed their sacks took a minute to put it all together and still having a few wrapped items from others helped alleviate that mystery!

Caden had been requesting with confidence for Santa to bring him a bow and arrow like one we had given a friend for his birthday since summer when one he had, which ended up DSC_0330_edited-1being too challenging for his size to use broke.  One long wait later and both boys were ecstatically hooked up.

Thank you Santa.

While their letter wishes to Santa came true one at a time and each contraption was opened, tested and remarked upon one large wrapped gift awaited their attention in the corner.

I couldn’t believe it wasn’t the first tDSC_0340_edited-1hing they ran to, and while they did see it they were obviously distracted by all of the options. But eventually, it got its turn and was very much worth the wait.  All of his little chef dreams came true in one unwrapping moment – his kitchen.

Santa must have decided that with one more bambino on the way this toy would get some use as we all witnessed Everett play with any pretend kitchen set anywhere with a focus rarely seen on his part.  The imagination, determination and love you see on his face when he is whipping you up a meal is surely what convinced Santa himself that this would be on his sleigh.  Here he spend the rest of the day…and weeks DSC_0354_edited-1after…and it is still the first thing he goes to each morning.  I have never been so fake fed in my life.

And so it went.  We unwrapped, we played, we ate, we had a silly string fight out front and we enjoyed the quiet calmness of just the four of us on Christmas morning.  I took in knowing that this was the last Christmas that we would be just us four, that this was the last Christmas in that house and with all the change coming our way embraced the morning for the mess and chaos that comes with the perfectly aged children for Christmas magic.  The boys tested out everything they could making piles of this and that and trading this and that and I think for the first time not entirely overwhelmed by all that comes with so much fun.


With Santa and a nap under our belts we crossed off a successful Christmas morning off of our lists and prepared for the continued days of celebrating ahead with family as everyone trickled into town over the next week starting that afternoon.

Over the freeway and through the neighborhood to Nonna & Pa Pa’s we go!





These Walls

Posted by casey on January 22, 2015 in Life as I Know It

DSC_1118_edited-1Last week we spent our final days and sleeps in our home of seven years.  While I wanted to sit down and gather my thoughts in the present as it was happening the chaos of the move itself got away from me in timing, but I made sure to lock in a few thoughts in this steel trap pregnant brain of mine…or something.

As the week progressed and the move was finally upon us one week ago, I was not feeling sad to leave the home as this has been a much anticipated and exciting move for us, but a bit nostalgic and grateful to the walls that housed us for the past seven and a half years.

We moved into our first home together fresh out of college.  Technically, purchased before we were even officially out of college with our upcoming wedding on the six month horizon and our future ahead of us. Very fresh, very young, very optimistic.  We are leaving that home as a soon to be family of five which in the simplest of pictures shows how much we all have grown and stretched (sometimes literally) within those walls.  We leave not as fresh with some marriage and parenting experience under our belts, not quite as young but I think still young enough, and thankfully, still very optimistic.

I remember that first night in that home. Typical, movie-esque.   The movers workedDSC05581 their tails off to get everything in and unloaded that night.  Mattress on the floor as our bedroom furniture hadn’t been delivered yet, boxes pushed on each side as temporary nightstands, pizza eaten on the carpet and one ill-attempt at my taking a bath in our Jacuzzi tub which promptly blew out dirt and nastiness from the jets as soon as turned on.  Rookie homeowner.

The key though, was that it was ours.  All ours.  Sure, it was filled primarily with hand me down furniture we had collected over our years in college from our parents’ moves and sure it was much larger than we needed at the time and everyone asked us if our parents were home when we came to the door. But it was ours and we wanted to start and have room to grow to our family there and boy, did we.   Specifically boy.

That house grew us.  It withstood the still new grieving of my mother, the early days of first jobs, the highs and lows of cooking experiments and many a Sundays spent all day in the den watching The Sunday Ticket with a college-style open-door policy to the guys.  Many a Sunday.  That house kept me safe and comfortable while my husband endured his various offshore rotations those first years and it kept us safe and comfortable as we persevered through trying to start our family together.

And then it happened.


We walked through those doors with our first baby boy almost five years ago,
a true family.
That house welcomed us in a real sense on that day, home.

I am grateful to those walls for it all.  We were mostly lucky in home ownership woes over that time and we were overly lucky in growth and strength as individuals and as a family.  Our cup of memories spills over the brim of landscaping mishaps, anniversary dinner at our never used dining room table, and the sounds of feet walking the floors bouncing baby boys to sleep and then little naked bottoms running circles on those same floors trying to evade bath time so they had to go to sleep.  We spent picture perfect fall and spring mornings running in front yards with neighbors who fit the definition of what neighbors should be.  Garage open? Got it.  Cup of sugar? Got it. Dog-sitting? Got it.  Pizza ordered in newborn zombie days? Got it.  That dysfunctional but supportive family of people who really only crossed paths because we were neighbors.

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Over this time I learned.  I learned my purpose.  I learned my role.  I learned what I wanted and not just knew from my parents. I learned that love comes first and I learned that mama knows best.  I finished up my 20s and I think in a lot of ways, I learned ME within those walls and I left it a family of four, soon to be five.photo 2

Now that is some serious growth.

So we said our goodbyes.  We packed and trashed and organized and donated and wrapped and moved our lives to this new home that in every way we have and are building together.  It has a new sense of future to it, a future with a picture of grown boys not just baby boys and a future of just us, a family.

We left it empty but us full. Full of gratitude for all that those walls provided us.

A Home.
A Chance for Family Togetherness
The Opportunity to Grow.

If you didn’t receive our new address in our holiday card, e-mail me at
casey.kazmann@gmail.com and I will send it your way!


The Wrap Up {Eve}

Posted by casey on January 12, 2015 in Caden, Everett, Holiday Fun
Headed to bed for Santa!

Headed to bed for Santa!

Christmas this year can be listed under the same adjectives that I have used in years past; busy, chaotic, memorable and mostly, magical.  The boys were filled to the brim with activities, family time, stories, songs, celebrations, snuggles, treats and yes…spoils.  I worked very hard this year among the final weeks of new house building prep, this house being on the market/selling and packing up to be very intentional about what I chose to do with them this year and when.  Not everything all the time, but a few things when the time was right and you know what, we still made more memories and had more outing fun than I could have predicted.

Since next year we will have another new mini family member with us, embracing just our two boys this year and their perfect age for all things Christmas and magic was such an enjoyable experience as a parent.  Soaking up their excitement while containing it and allowing myself to just watch them just as they are.

DSC_0237_edited-1Christmas Eve we continued this year as a quiet night at home with just us and Nonna and Pa Pa.  Since my family no longer lives here to continue that celebration we started an easy takeout approach that allows us all to have a night-off, the boys to mill about while still being together.

Since we are also spoiled to having Colter’s parents to ourselves in town it is also nice to celebrate a little with them before the family filled days are on us that we so look forward to!  We wisened up this year and started allowing the boys to open gifts from extended family (so as to clear room for Santa of course) earlier that afternoon so they would have time to actually play with them as they opened.


DSC_0242_edited-1I think we really got the hang of the timing and letting everyone just do their thing this year as their excitement started to peak after all of the counting down and waiting.  The boys were amazed at the generosity of their Pop and Nana and Uncle Drew and Auntie Jess both in Florida who re-filled their toy closets with board games, movies, magnet tiles, legos and Captain America helmets.  Auntie Laura in California sent them a Batmobile and oversized Imaginext dinosaur with rocket arms. Boy heaven? I think so.


Nonna and Pa Pa even brought a little pre-Christmas Day gift to help spread out theunnamed onslaught of flying wrapping paper allowing the boys to take their “Alpha Team” Hide and Seek with Daddy to a new level with some mini nerf “shooters”.  So as you can tell, the big man in red has an even trickier job to carry out to get them just the right, on their list, but not overlapping surprise thanks to all of the love and showering from our families which we all SO appreciate.


The interesting tradition after the Christmas Eve opening is bringing out my family’sDSC_0242_edited-1 tradition (and many others) of new jammies just before bath-time.  You never know what the reaction will be after they just opened up “fun things”. Ha!  My hope is that it is a silly and sweet thing they know to depend on each year just as we did.  We would go and get in the shower even as teenagers pretending to not know that Mom was going to leave a box of fresh cozy PJS for us on our bedroom floor. So for now, it is their “one last box”  This year, Everett was pretty stoked, since I threw in a dinosaur/dragon robe that matched their slippers Jingle brought them.


They were perfectly precious in plaid with their robes and teddy bears more than ready to hit the hay (after reading “The Night Before Christmas” of course) so that they could at long last make it to Christmas Day.  We were so impressed that they did in fact go right to sleep since there were many questions about when exactly Santa would arrive, would it be scary that he sneaks in (totally legit question by the way) and would they ever in fact get to see him.

And so just like that, the cookies were chosen and laid out, the milk was poured, the prayers were said and then the Jingle Bells of St. Nick rang over our house filling it with magic, surprises and a  lot of family love.



One Last Gift

Posted by casey on January 4, 2015 in Baby Kaz III

As I try to compile the holiday catch up posts of all the fun we had while wrapping up our home into boxes, I thought you maybe could use one last gift to open to properly send you into the New Year.







Kazmann_Cassandra_418wksWe are ecstatic to be bringing a little man into our family again to get us one step closer to the All Kazmann All the Time family Basketball team you just might see a reality show about one day.

I mean look, the little guy is already flexing his guns to show you he can take on his brothers just fine.

What can I say?  We do boys well around here and while our Saturdays may be committed to some type of sporting even all day for the next eighteen years starting this Spring, we are thrilled to be keeping the Kazmann legacy strong for generations to come. A Boy!


It Must Be Time

Posted by casey on January 3, 2015 in Baby Kaz III

Here I sit.
Halfway there.

“Halfway where?”, you might ask.

Halfway to Baby Kaz III’s birthdate.

20 Weeks with Baby Kaz III on Christmas Day

20 Weeks with Baby Kaz III on Christmas Day

September 2014

September 2014

With the lack of general updates, information and certainly progress reports you might have even forgotten that we are expecting.  You might have even missed this single post to let you know that this sweet babe is on the way.  So, in case you missed it, or skipped over that sentence in the Christmas card, we are in fact expecting again! Baby Kaz III is set to arrive mid-May 2015!

There are a few truths about this pregnancy that have led to the lack of over sharing in the details and ins and outs of how this all has gone, and gone down.

Afirstshotsfter our journey to get pregnant this go around and our losses during that journey throughout 2014 I have enjoyed keeping this to ourselves a little more this time.  Not at all because we are less excited, maybe even moreso.  Not at all because it is more personal than before but a little bit because I think we are more in tune with just what this is for us and our family.  Another sweet little face that we have held a space in our hearts for, waiting for the timing that would bring us number three.  Yes, we were more cautious even longer about sharing and making sure all was well, especially with prying older brothers but then it just became normal that it was in fact our story and not the world’s so to speak.  We do choose that after all.  But then, there are those who do want to celebrate with you and are just as excited and have shared in sending love our way that you so in fact want to shout it from the rooftops.  So finally, we did just that.


Portraits by Caden. Thanks Buddy.

Another truth, that has really allowed me to lag behind in life in general, and doubles up in information sharing by giving you a little more insight into number three for us is that I have been SO sick this time. SO sick.  And that is an understatement.  Starting right out of the gate about 10 days after we found out I lost the ability to function as a human being at all.  Day in and day out.  Night in and night out.  So, seeing as how opening my eyes and crawling to the bathroom was a stretch in the productivity department, blogging every detail and image of my changing body (also right out of the gate) just wasn’t a priority.  Trying to drink water was.  The struggle is real.

Then I could add in the obvious business of day to day life which by 2014 goal had

 11 Weeks

11 Weeks in The New Nursery

been to focus on and treasure. Life with a four year old and three year old boy is definitely not short on activity but is so on hours in the day.  Add in the details of building our new home since May which seems to have somehow dominated our brains and any extra time and selling our current home and that pretty much leaves any remaining sentence-forming part of my brain as well, mush.  Mushy mush.

So I have stayed quiet.  Somewhat blissfully quiet.  Somewhat guilt ridden quiet as there as aspects to number three that I am already embracing as number three.  The “there just isn’t as much time and individual focus which doesn’t mean I love you any less in any way” third child.  Sorry sweet baby.  BUT, I have been journaling.  Privately.  To the baby.  With the words and thoughts I want them to know from my hearts and the notes and nuances of their time growing safely within me that might interest them later or warm my heart to recall.  So there is that.  The important part.


First Trimester Almost Done. Let's celebrate with a nap.

First Trimester Almost Done. Let’s celebrate with a nap.

And then, just like that, poof! Halfway there.  Some days I feel like I am pregnant enough to have this baby any day.  Like any minute.  And in those minutes when my hips are completely locked up because this baby is SO low that I shuffle my feet to bed like I did last night I think “Holy Moly, I’ve got 20 more weeks to go.”  But then sometimes, I kind of forget that I am halfway done and the realization makes me a little sad that I haven’t been able to focus on just that.  But then the thumps and kicks and rolls reassure me that all is well, or all is being smushed and wants me to change positions and life moves on.

As a general rule, I have set my intention to embrace this pregnancy with an even more grateful heart.  Not that I didn’t before but that I wanted to try my hardest to not complain, and to take what came as it came with gratitude.  And so I have tried.  The sickness was not and still is not easy, but I still repeat, even in a puddle of tears, “I am

14 Weeks

14 Weeks

grateful to feel sick, better to feel sick, this is a good thing…”  Even Colter in the first weeks said it to, “I am so sorry, but I am glad that you are feeling sick too.”  So it is what it is.  I am grateful for each good night of sleep I still get as I know at some point that won’t be the case.  While I huff and puff and ask for help sitting up or repositioning at times already I also set my mind that whatever ailment is that day’s demon be it intense heartburn which was different this time, uncomfortable indigestion or yesterday’s early hip lock I tell myself that it is just today’s dealing and tomorrow we will see what comes.  And you know what?  Most days the following day is different and just like that, life moves on and so does my gratitude.

And so, we have made it all the way to 21

15 Weeks

15 Weeks

weeks together and my how excited we are to meet you already.  We have celebrated my thirtieth birthday (though the all day nausea was not a fun party guest) Halloween, brother’s third birthday, Thanksgiving and now Christmas all while progressing and planning.  Though now, as we gear up for our upcoming move into what will be the only home this baby knows in t-minus 7 days, it is all feeling all the more real.  A home. A nursery. A family. A new baby.

Halfway there to meeting this sweet number three!
(which means you have roughly 20 more weeks to un-breech yourself in there, get to it.)



A Peek Back

Posted by casey on January 2, 2015 in Uncategorized

2014 was a full year as are most but it is with a very full heart as we look back on a year that was ultimately very good to us and those we love.

Looking back at each little snapshot makes me realize yet again how quickly it all goes by as I swear each one of these very images just happened in my memory.

Time to slow down, reflect and reset for the new year ahead!

(Getting ready for the beginning of his sports career.)


(We have a four year old…and a superhero)



(The sweetest of sleepy snugglers.)



  006  May

(Let the building begin!)



(Where our summer days were spent and loved.)



(seventh and final year to watch these fireworks from our front yard)



(after a vigorous round of Duck Duck Goose)


(Baby Kaz III was on the way.)


(A very queasy quick trip to the pumpkins.)



(An official three year old is in the house!)



(Merry Meetings and Magic)


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