Writer of real-ness. Story teller. Imperfect pictures. Mental health advocate. Debt free journey. Mom to five. Wife to one. Faith. Finding joy.
My darlings always want to cut things. And brand things. "Who drew on the wall?" followed by "Who cut up this book?" [sorry library] become daily questions. "Not me," they always say. Word to the wise: if you don't want to be blamed, children, then don't autograph your art. Needless to say we have disposed…
Continue reading ➞ Scissors and Sharpies
My dearest #3, In just a few short days you will be turning five. This year, your birthday is hitting me hard. Harder than any other birthday, any other year. I am not sure why. I don't know where your infant or toddler years went. I remember telling myself to be present with your tiny…
Continue reading ➞ Another {real} Love Letter
When you have kids things tend to break. Shocking, I know. Our furniture is outdated and overused, but I cannot bring myself to replace it at this juncture in life. I am one hundred and twenty percent sure that one of our five munchkins will mark up anything new with sharpies, scissors or glittery glue.…
Continue reading ➞ Light It Up
There have been quite a few changes to baby items since I had my first nearly a decade ago. During that time, several gimmicks have hit the market. I have been conned into believing I needed some of the most overrated items. So, what is a seasoned momma to do when she realizes she has…
Continue reading ➞ Baby Registry Rip-offs
*WARNING: The following contains controversial topics of conversation. Proceed at own risk of being offended. There are many different parenting styles, philosophies on child-rearing and all kinds of moms out there: crunchy, attachment, helicopter, working outside the home, stay at home, breast-feeding, bottle-feeding, Pinterest-y, Pinterest failing , pro-vacciners and anti-vaxxers...the list goes on. We seem to…
**The following blog post is rated PG-13. Reader discretion advised** You know that feeling where life is flowing as smoothly as a baby's behind and just keeps going that way? Yea, me neither. For years I have been plagued by a shithead who insists that plans and budgets are for suckers. His name: Irony. We have…
Continue reading ➞ Irony is a {*}itch.
My definition of 'clean' has changed over the years. There was a time where I would have thought 'clean' meant clean. Now, I define it as: "an area where you can see some carpet and most of the trash is in a can" Case and point: this past weekend my kids took a container of sprinkles and…
Continue reading ➞ Balancing Act
