The Lanes

Just me blogging about life. What is going on with ‘The Lanes’ and maybe an occasional educational rant…maybe.

Picking Strawberries

We went out to Getting’s Garden for the very first time today and had so much fun picking over eight pounds of strawberries! The entire staff was so helpful and nice…even when I had to keep asking questions because I had no idea what to do. Rory wasn’t able to make it out with us because of work, but we are planning to all go out there on his next day off. The kids and I called this the test run. (The van is totally accidentally in this shot! Love it!)20140626-064521.jpg

They had this really cool tractor thing they drove you out to the farm on. I wish I had taken a picture of one. It was like a tractor/go cart sort of thing.20140626-064537.jpg

It actually went pretty fast…20140626-064552.jpg

They assign you a row to pick and immediately the kids were grabbing every single red berry they could see. To these two, it was the equivalent of a piñata being busted and candy covering the floor.20140626-064626.jpg



We got assigned a row that had a lot of itty bitty berries…20140626-064657.jpg

…and may have reached over once or twice for one of the big ones not in our row.20140626-064718.jpg


Eight and a half fresh picked strawberries for $16! How can you beat that? Now I want to make ALL OF THE STRAWBERRY THINGS!20140626-064821.jpg

Also, the weather was perfect.20140626-064837.jpg


Sore From Squatting Kylee

Denver Comic Convention 2014











































That one time we fried bacon wrapped cheese.

And it was AWESOME!





Here is the original recipe! Cheesy Bacon Bombs

And what better way to top off a bit of gluttony than with a dreamland filter and a snuggle nap. <3 20140514-190350.jpg
I Don’t Even Regret This Kylee

Mother’s Day

For Mother’s Day this year we decided to go to Sioux Falls, SD. Since it is an hour and a half long drive, the kids decided to “pack” their flannel, kittens and fanny packs, like you do.


After we ran around the mall for a bit, we decided to head over to Falls Park. Van selfies are a must.20140512-111115.jpg

Nine years ago, we sat together, on this very rock. I am still in shock at how fast time has flown by…


If you want to climb the rocks…you have to take a million pictures for me first.20140512-111143.jpg


The weather was perfect! (Which I repeated at least a dozen times.) No “burn your eyes out” sun, just milky grey skies (yes! my favorite!) and a cool breeze. 20140512-111219.jpg


This guy. <320140512-111246.jpg




After climbing all of the rocks and not busting our skulls falling into the water and landing on said rocks, we decided to walk around down town and hunt for ice cream. We found a dinosaur instead.


20140512-111417.jpgAnd this guy. There were many more sculptures although most had exposed breasts and butts and the kids didn’t want me to photograph them. Fun haters.20140512-111513.jpg

Candy hunting.


Next it was off to the Cinedome to see The Lego Movie…again. BECAUSE IT IS THAT AWESOME!!20140512-114528.jpg

To top it all off, we had breakfast dinner at “our” roadside Denny’s while we waited out a crazy storm that soaked everything outside. There were tornado warnings a few miles from our home town, so we decided to wait it out and eat until we couldn’t move.20140512-114537.jpg

Seriously. Cream cheese frosting, cinnamon glazed pancakes? Yes. Because waistlines and eating healthy doesn’t count on Mother’s Day.20140512-114545.jpg

After we arrived back home I was gifted the most awesome gifts ever. I have this thing for ’40’s/50’s era kitchen utensils and green glass. Glorious metal and thick, invincible glass..20140512-114701.jpg

I haven’t gotten a chance to try the waffle iron, but the mixer works beautifully!! Just like I knew it would. 20140512-114714.jpg

 So while there was no big fancy dinner plans, no vases of roses and my daughter and I wore comfy pants during our travels, we were all happy to spend the day together. Mother’s Day is a time marker for me. A moment to reflect back and look at how strong our family is and how tight our bond continues to grow. My children have a taught me to find joy in the simplest of things…like rocks, pancakes and mixers. 20140512-114857.jpg

Seriously! The weather was perfect!


Very Tired From Climbing Kylee

Brussels Sprouts

I am trying very hard to expand our vegetable knowledge. A friend of mine filps her cookies for Brussels sprouts so I thought I would try and make them. I did a very forgiving roasted recipe with bacon. How could the kids not love sprouts and swine?

Brussels Sprout & Bacon

Sprouts & Swine

Amazing, right?!! Trent and Starla did not think so. But, they ate them without audibly complaining although they never once ran out of (adorable) grossed-out faces during the entire meal. While I would typically find this extremely disrespectful, I sort of agreed brussels sprouts weren’t the best thing in the entire world…

Trent's Gross Face

Starla's Gross Face

After they cleared their plates, I thanked them for not being assholes about eating something they didn’t like and we sat outside and watched the birds and ate ice cream. The real reason why we made it through the meal.

How else are you going to wash the sprout taste out of your mouth?

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Mean Mom Kylee


Own Yourself

Photo credit: Facebook | An undated profile photo posted on Facebook by Maria Kang

Oh yeah…I don’t need one. However, I do love having a reason to pose in my pajamas. Toss in the kids and you have a real family portrait opportunity.

I Don't Need an Excuse.

Just in case you didn’t know, YOU are amazing. Your belly rolls, your toned abs, whatever intestinal casing you have, it’s all yours.

I am going to lay it out real simple for all of you.

You love cake? DIG IN. You love working out? Sweat it up!! You want to be healthier? Own it! You give no fucks? Highfive! See, we are constantly so hung up on body image these days that we forget one huge thing…to mind our own business. Worry about YOU.

But the little girls! They are so confused with the media and magazines!! Here’s a novel idea. Turn off the TV. Give your daughter an intelligent book. Have an actual conversation with a kid.

But what about fat/slut/skinny/whatthefuckever shaming! How about you put on your big kid panties, throw your middle finger in the air and strut your stuff? One of the coolest things about having your own body is that you get to do whatever you want with it!

Look, here’s the thing, you don’t need an excuse. If you aren’t happy, it’s your own fault. It’s not media or society or your asshole significant other destroying your self worth. You are. Don’t let any outside sources tell you how to think or feel. Just stop.

Just. Stop.

Letting go of fear, insecurities and anger isn’t easy. Neither is getting up at 5am on Saturday to score a full box of yesterday’s discounted doughnuts…but it is SO worth it.

It really is that simple and I debated writing an exasperated blog post to stroke our egos but I don’t have time for that shit. YOU, and only you, are in complete control of your thoughts. That inside space where no one can touch or see, is all yours. What you put in is what you are going to get out.

I choose acceptance. I choose happiness. I choose to close with the Beastie Boys.

We need body rockin not perfection
Let me get some action from the back section

Love, Kylee Lane

Your media is not the boss of our bodies.



Happy Halloween! (And why my kids are cooler than most adults.)

This year my kids chose to be Dr Who (Tom Baker) and Spock (TOS). Sweet deal because these are pretty easy costumes to pull off. We make the kids costumes every year, much like we do ours for conventions.

There is something very special about little nerd kids.
(Dad, seriously, we need to make sure the pattern is sewn right.)

Especially when they express their dedication to a specific character, much like cos-players do for conventions. (It’s only logical I dye my hair to match Spock’s, Mom.)

I also use the term ‘nerd’ loosely as whatever definition it ever had is completely lost in the pop culture realm holding geek and dork and whatever…However, these two are nerds like it is 1975. ♥ While we were trick or treating, every older guy knew who Starla was. Often we heard “Hey!! I haven’t seen a Spock in years!” or a random “Beam me up Scotty!” (Which was never actually said in the original series…) Sadly, not one single person knew Trent was Dr Who. Mind you, we live in a very small area and British television isn’t really hip to the jive in Iowa…except in our household.

While these two went from house to house, Rory and I staid back on the sidewalk watching our kids with absolute parental love. I don’t think I could have been more proud of my children. Starla was scanning every house with her homemade tricorder and Trent never once lost character, using British slang and odd Baker references the entire time. They had some story about why Spock and The Dr. were traveling together, because this was not just getting candy, these two WERE their characters. 

Although no one knew who Dr Who was, with any school friends we met along the way, Trent proudly demonstrated pure Time Lord pose, remarking, “Now they know Dr Who!” He was so excited to get to “teach” his classmates in passing about this marvelous character. At one point some snotty child asked Starla if she was a boy or a girl and Starla merely rose her eyebrow, much like Spock would have, if asked such as obvious and human like question.

Our weekends are filled with Star Trek marathons, meals are met with humorous one liners from the good Dr. and craft time is only put on pause for reading time. Markers and little scraps of paper are all over the house along with piles and piles of books and comics. We take our children’s interests very seriously, which was aided by primarily exposing them to the things WE loved very early on.

I have concluded this is the formula for producing a child that isn’t an asshole. Lots of chores, lots of family time, and lots of science fiction.

Also, Halloween is a pretty big deal for my husband and I. It was on Halloween, almost half of my entire lifetime ago, that we kissed for the first time. It was also on Halloween, years later, when Rory asked me to marry him. So, I can not help but spend this time reflecting back on how our offspring have turned out thus far. Halloween is our family holiday, much more than Christmas or Easter…we don’t even get dressed for those holidays…


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