Literally. My need to eat has overcome my need to shower today. And you can’t shower while the kids are awake… there’s no telling what mayhem may occur when they’re out of your swatting range. I’m covered in snot and there’s a whiff of poop and I can’t figure out where it’s coming from.

There’s a pile of last night’s dinner on the floor where Jared discarded it. My floor was completely clean/vacuumed at 6pm. Filthy again at 7pm. Actually, you’d never guess that I cleaned the house yesterday if you saw it today.

The most I’ve accomplished today is breakfast, loving reminders, 2nd breakfast (the first didn’t cut it for my growing boy), more loving reminders, snuggling and emptying a box of tissues to fix Bubba’s cold. We’ve watched a week’s worth of tv/movies. More snuggles. More snot. More tissues.

To top it off, Bubba likes to share.

His snot.

His cough.

His cold.

As if I wasn’t having a hard enough time taking care of the bare minimum. Now I’ve got the beginning sore throat.

And yet, I can see the Lord’s grace for today. His mercies are new each morning… although, I may need a refill during naptime!

And so I sit here for a brief minute to remind you that, though mommyhood (especially young mommyhood) isn’t glorious and smells like a terrible mix of bodily fluids, you are NEVER alone. Not only is God guiding your day and giving you grace and strength to handle each new “adventure” but you are also part of the wonderful group of women who have been there too. I’m in the muck of it right now and it brings me joy/hope to know that I’m not alone and that I’m in good company.

So if you see me today, or talk with me, please excuse any bitching. It’s where I’m at. And yes, I know it’s a “season”. Whatever. When you’re in the middle of it it can seem like a century of snot, dirty diapers, wearing-shoes-to-avoid-the-crumbs.

It’s mommyhood. Plain and simple. Hopefully tomorrow will be better… I hope it at least smells better.

Hope you’re having a fantastic day enjoying the little things!


Today is Miss A’s 3rd birthday! I can’t believe how time has flown by! She’s my chatty Cathy with an opinion about everything… literally.

I got an idea to ask my kids 20 questions on their birthday, starting around 3, and see how they change over the years. Here are Miss A’s answers at 3 years old:

What’s your favorite color?  Pink!

What’s your favorite toy? My pink dollhouse

What’s your favorite fruit? Purple grapes

What’s your favorite tv show? Curious George

What’s your favorite lunch? Quesadillas

What’s your favorite outfit? Blue Hawaiian dress

What’s your favorite game? Hi Ho Cherrio

What’s your favorite animal? Doggies

What’s your favorite song? Jesus loves [you]

What’s your favorite book? Curious George books

Who’s your best friend? Bubba

What’s your favorite cereal? Cheerios and yogurt

What’s your favorite thing to do outside? Jump

What’s your favorite drink? Lemonade

What’s your favorite thing to take to bed at night? My doggie

What’s your favorite breakfast? Cheerios and yogurt

What do you want to eat for your birthday dinner? Cupcakes!

What’s your favorite snack? Grapes

Where’s your favorite place to go? The airport

What do you want to be when you grow up? A mommy

A long time coming

I should have written this post a few months ago, but I didn’t. I couldn’t.

I’m writing this now as an explanation of my experience over the last 6 months and as an apology for not explaining this earlier.


Back in March we found out I was pregnant with baby #3. We were overjoyed with the news and immediately celebrated by announcing it on Facebook… just like we had with Miss A and Bubba.

Four days later I woke from a nap with a sickening feeling that something wasn’t right. Much to our horror I miscarried. I was devastated and shocked. My friends and family rallied with us and prayed for us.

I shoved all of my emotions down and pressed on with life. I was surprisingly calm about our loss, for in my eyes it was a fluke and God is ultimately in control. I didn’t have a long family history of miscarriages and I was only 23. It was a terrible loss but I moved on and didn’t truly deal with it.

Fast forward to the beginning of May, I was pregnant again. This time we were cautious, we held back on announcing until I passed the 6 week mark (when I miscarried the first time). Excited that I may not have a repeat I scheduled dr visits. May 23 I had my first appointment to confirm my due date and make sure everything was ok. The ultrasound revealed 2 sacks! Twins! To say I was shocked and overwhelmed would be an understatement. I had never been as sick as I the 3 weeks prior and my husband had been teasing me about it.

My doctor brought me back in the next week to confirm a twin pregnancy. What looked like twins the week before was instead a blood clot. The doctor was grim. My husband noticed that the doctors were solemn and sensed that there was more they weren’t telling us. I was oblivious, but content that everything seemed to be fine, though disappointed that I wasn’t carrying twins. I felt I had lost another child. I was told to take it easy and not stress my body too much.

So what do I do? Hop on a plane 3 hours later with my 2 small kids by myself and fly to Virginia to see my family. They helped me stay relaxed and we had a great time chilling and visiting friends. Everything seemed to be fine.

A few days after I arrived I felt strange… like I wasn’t pregnant anymore. I’m not sure if that makes sense but it’s what I felt. My hubby arrived a week later and we continued enjoying our time. Sadly, June 16th my worst pregnancy fear was confirmed. I had miscarried, yet again. It was a terrible and scary experience full of hospital stays and an ambulance ride (I almost fainted in Target due to severe stomach pain).

I lost a lot of blood and the whole experience left me exhausted, both physically, spiritually and mentally. It took me a generous 6 weeks to recover from the blood loss. Emotionally I’m doing much better, though I have my bad days. My fourth pregnancy was my “hope” pregnancy, healing from the loss of my third. To have that taken away was very difficult to get over.

I have had such a tremendous amount of love poured out on me and my entire family. I have appreciated the prayers and kind words.

If you are just finding out about this I apologize for not telling you in person. I battled with the decision to post this news on Facebook. In retrospect I should have said something, but I couldn’t. It’s made for some awkward situations that could have been avoided. I’m sorry.

In all honesty, I have grown so much from both of these experiences, and though I’m not grateful for the experience I’m grateful for the growth. It’s brought our family closer and strengthened our marriage. We look forward to expanding our family eventually, but for now we’re enjoying our foursome, knowing how blessed we are with the two wonderful children we have here and the two angels we look forward to meeting one day!

Thank you again for your support and prayers!

A friend gave me a Willow Tree Angel for my first baby… now I have two Angels on my mantel. They make me smile and give me hope.

I’m sorry this post was so long!

Courtesy of WillowTree.com
Courtesy of WillowTree.com


“Ta Ta For Now” – the family and I are heading down to Tucson, AZ for the week so you won’t be hearing from  me 🙂


Hope you have a great week as well!

It’s a start…

I, for the first time in my life, am running. There. It’s out.

Oh. And I HATE it. Kind of.

I’m not one of those natural runners, in fact I’m really not even a runner. I’m working at it and beginning to enjoy it… slowly.

I started running because it’s good for me and at 23 I should be in great shape, not the worst shape I’ve ever been in. I should be in my prime. So to change that I’m running and I’ve signed up for a Shamrock 5k on March 17th to help inspire me.

Here are a few websites that are helping/encouraging me as well as a few races that I would love to run this year!

To track/map a route: http://www.usatf.org/routes/map/

Tips from Ashley over at Make It and Love It:


Couch to 5k (haven’t tried this but I hear it’s helpful):


And now for some races:

http://thecolorrun.com/ (I REALLY want to run/walk this… in 2 weeks! Yikes!)

Warrior Dash

Dirty Girl Mud Run

So there you have it. I’m trying to run. I’m working at it. I ran a pathetic 14min/mi this morning pushing a double running stroller but I beat yesterday’s time by 1 min… It’s the small things in life. (And I have to say that pushing that double stroller makes me feel very… ehm… badass.)

I hope this encourages you! If I can do it so can you!

Update: I’m running the Color run! I’ll try to post pics of the mayhem. My hubby’s running it with me as well as a few friends and I’ll be proudly pushing my little rugrats! T-14 days!

A 15-year-old puts up a Facebook post bashing her parents for making her work too hard, dad reacts by posting a video response to her grievances on her Facebook page.

via Dad uses Facebook to teach daughter a lesson.


I must say that I love this video. Finally a dad standing up for the standards he has set for his house and not allowing his daughter to get away with her actions and disrespect. My dad would never let me get away with this and neither will my husband let our children. This generation has been spoiled to the point that they no longer notice it but expect it. It’s ridiculous.

I love it! Way to go, father-of-pissed-daughter. 😉

He was overdue for a hair cut. Way overdue. So we stuck him in the tub and buzzed his perfect little head. He was nervous at first and then relived to be on Daddy’s lap. By the end he was giggling as we finished the remaining rogue hairs.

I love this little boy and all the joy wrapped up in his chunky little person. He’s 9 months old today!