Saturday, March 8, 2014

It's Been a Lifetime

Life is screaming by.

I feel like I spend all my time saying, "Things will slow down when..."

The fact of the matter is life is not going to slow down.

And either I'm ok with that, or I'm not.

For now, I'm ok with that.

But to fill you in on some things going on in my life (in no particular order):

1.  We went to Disney.

2.  My kids are old enough to enjoy Disney.  WOAH.

3.  I ran another Half Marathon.  At Disney.

3.  I'm enjoying some new fitness challenges.  At Home.

4.  I lost all my weight.

5.  I've gained some weight.

6.  I'm lifting weights.

7.  I love weights.

8.  I hate weight.

9.  Little Man can write his own name.  Legibly.

10.  Baby Girl has been Instagram dubbed as #sunshinebaby and will thus be known here.

11.  Sunshine baby pottytrained.  Early.  It wasn't fun.  Or brag worthy.  It was messy.  Really messy.  And frustrating.  But it's done and with the exceptions of some post Disney set backs, I think we are finally there.

12.  My parents are building a house.

13.  My parents are living in a camper.

14.  Polar Vortex.  In Georgia.

15.  Vacation.  Vacation.  Vacation.  (We believe you should teach your kids to love to travel.  Which means, we suffer through alot of teachABLE moments while travelling.  That does not mean we always opt to teach in such moments.  Sometimes we just meltdown too.  I choose to believe it will eventually pay off.)

16.  All things Frozen.  And "Let it go".  At the top of your lungs.  And Sunshine Baby singing "Let it go" at the top of her lungs.  At 2 am.  Over the baby monitor.  I wish I appreciated it more.

And LOTS of other stuff.

Basically, life is getting real up in here.

And I'm getting tired of not talking about it.

Hopefully, I'll find the time to start talking about some of it soon.

Later Tater!

Sunday, February 16, 2014

My First Breath

This winter has been long.

And stressful.

And exhausting.

Honestly, I feel like I've been holding my breath for months.

But today, we took a quick walk down to the pond.

And despite the cool wind, and my husband trying to hold my 2 year old from fearlessly plunging in, it was completely WONDERFUL.

Something perfect and refreshing and completely calming to my worn soul.

This, my friends, is why we live here.

Because when life is crazy, and my house feels small, and my mind can't take the mundane anymore

I can take 20 steps down my driveway and come face to face with the magnificent.

Today, right now, in this moment, I'm breathing like I've just emerged from icy waters....

And it feels good.

Tuesday, January 7, 2014

I Have So Much To Say, I'm Just Too Tired To Say It All

Once upon a time,

In a land far, far away,

I was a blogger.

Like an almost legit blogger.

People followed me even.

Sometimes I wrote about things I thought about.

Most of the times, I wrote about things I didn't think about at all.

Or I thought about too much.

Point being, I wrote things.

Now, I don't have time to write things.

But I think about writing things all the time.

Things like how I'm a big fan of vaccines.

And how awesome breast feeding is.

And how I'm a huge fan of the dishwasher until it's time to unload the dishes.

And how I'm totally a liberal conservative.  I love Phil Robertson and gay people.

And how hard folding laundry is with kids around.

And how I totally blame the church for Obamacare.

And how awesome not breast feeding is.

Things like how awesome homeschooling AND traditional schooling are.

Things like how hard it is just to be consistent with kids.

But how awesome kids are in general.

And how bizarre it is that I occasionally find my husband humming the theme song for Sophia the First.

Not to mention, how difficult it is to maintain friendships as an adult.

And how amazing God is.  Like seriously.

And how downs syndrome is one of the most beautiful syndromes.

And how hard race training is.

And how I feel that media and social media build more walls than they tear down.

But mostly how amazing God is.

So basically, I'm very vanilla.

And you just wasted 2.5 minutes of your life.

You're welcome.

Maybe next year, I'll post something even more irrelevant.

Bated breath, right???

Monday, July 29, 2013

Lifestyles of a Domestic Goddess


It started at 4 am, when my dog hopped out of bed, paced up and down the hall a few times, before I caught him popping a squat at the end of the hallway and *ahem* doing his business.

Lucky for him I was too hazy to realize what he was doing and I just chased him back to bed. 

And at 6:30 when the baby-alarm a.k.a. teething toddler started her "I'm awake and can't find my paci" cry, I managed to be in and out of her room and back in bed in less than 30 seconds.

And 5 minutes later, when the 3 year old started screaming "MOMMY, CAN I WAKE UP NOW?  THE SUN IS UPPPPPPPPPPPPP!" I somehow still managed to go back to sleep after throwing the iPad at him and turning on his favorite PBS show.

But once Techy's alarm started it's 7:30 wake up call it was all over. 


Let me just say.  I hate that computer generated wake up call. 

I much prefer the screaming baby or dog standing on my chest any day.

And typically, since one or both of those are happening well before 6 am, it's not a problem.

But today was the blissful exception.

Today, I completely defied the odds and managed to sleep longer than my allotted 4 hours.

And then I managed to completely blow things out of the water when I put away all the laundry that I folded last night.

On any typical Monday morning, that basket would have been dodged and left sitting there for more than 3 or 4 days before getting thrown back in the laundry because it smelled like taco meat or bacon.

But not today.

Today, I CONQUERED that laundry basket!

Today, I liberated more than a dozen pair of socks.

Not to mention all those unmentionables.


To further make you question the likelihood of my body being invaded by an alien, I still managed to bake 2 loaves of zucchini bread, prep a meatloaf, and do 2 loads of laundry before noon.

On the downside, I didn't put a bra on until 3 pm.

And at least once during the course of my day I had to explain why corn was in the Little Man's poo.

And my living room currently looks like Hiroshima - the after, not the before.

You're jealous, right?

You know how we all think the Real Housewives have the most enviable life ever?

I beg to differ.


(ps. Like the new looks of the place?  Special thanks to my friend, Kelsea over at Overwhelmed by Grace for all the hard work!!!)

Wednesday, June 12, 2013

Think of it as an Adventure!

So yeah.

It's been a while.


I'm getting good at this separation thing.

And last time we talked, I was all grumble, grumble, grumble.

Sorry about that.

I was in a bit of a funk.

But that's life, right?

Sometimes it's just words, words, words, grump, more words, sleep.

But some things have changed.

I joined the gym.

And...gained weight.

But the new weight looks like this, so...

(You should be following this craziness on instagram by now!)

Techy and I went to Vegas.

And the Grand Canyon

Where Techy nearly died...

Note:  You should never go to the west side of the Grand Canyon with people who don't have a healthy sense of fear.  These boys almost gave me a heart attack.  

And then there was the (much safer) Hoover Dam...

Which, incidentally, Techy was more excited about than the Grand Canyon.


But then back to Vegas...

Where, only moments after this picture, I had a very authentic Vegas experience on a grungy bathroom floor.  

The source of my discomfort being dehydration - not the funnest source of discomfort in Vegas.

Thankfully, I was not entirely alone.

If there is one place in the world where it is perfectly acceptable to be in tears on a bathroom floor praying for your stomach to empty itself, it is Vegas.

But then, faster than you could blink, we were home and off to visit family in Virginia.

It is interesting to note that within a weeks' time we had witnessed mountains coast to coast.

And after all that travelling, I do believe a bad hair day was in order.

Followed by a 103 degree fever and an ear infection for Baby Girl.

And let's not forget the breakdown....

That fortunately happened across the street from Advanced Auto...

Where we spent naptime cruising the store while they were fixing our car enough to get it home.

And then, there was VBS.  

I love VBS!  

For the kids.

For the snacks.

For the music.

But mostly for the puppets.

People.  I am pretty sure that if the UN introduced puppet shows to their sessions, we could probably see world peace within days.

I don't know anyone who doesn't smile during puppet shows.

With the exception of insecure teenagers.  

But even they slip occasionally.

Puppets are just fun.

And don't even get me started on muppets.

But I digress.

All that living you just witnessed was in the last 4 weeks alone.

Which brings us to the present.

Where today, I  am stuck at home because my car still isn't fixed.

But it's all good.

You could say my attitude has been adjusted a little since the last time we talked.

Probably because I have been out living life instead of sitting home reading about everyone else living it.

And I encourage you to do the same.

This is summer!  

Time for melty snow cones and late nap times.

Time for picnics on  your front yard and wagon rides to check the mail.

A few weeks ago, while I was sitting in the midst of my funk, one of my friends posted a pic of an art project she was working on with the caption of "think of it as an adventure" and I have embraced that with every fiber of my being.  

Life is hard.

Sometimes days are dark.

But the anything has the potential to be an adventure if you look at it the right way!

And from the looks of things, our adventures aren't going to slow down any time soon, so here's to lots more excitement ahead!

Friday, May 3, 2013

Out Of Words

Sometimes, despite my best intentions, life doesn't go the way I plan at all.

Sometimes, I let everything around me get me down.

Sometimes, I don't have anyone to talk to about it.

And the people I do talk to take it all so PERSONALLY.


I have so many things to say.

But I've stopped talking.

Mostly because I don't have the words to say it without hurting or offending people.

So I've been keeping alot inside.

Like my discouragement at not being able to lose that last 5 lbs.

Like my disgust at how little social time I have.

Like my frustration at feeling unappreciated and alone.

Like my sadness at realizing how busy everyone is.

And my frustration for how hard it is to maintain friendships.

Not to mention my self loathing for my own self-pity.

I keep thinking, I can't write this stuff - no one wants to read this stuff!

People want to read about happy times.

People want to read things that make them smile.

And laugh.

And yet, if I keep it in much longer, I may lose my mind.

So, my apologies.

For the record, I have had some really great days since my last post.

Last week was actually really great once I realized that I could go outside during naptime and sit in the sun for a an hour or two all by myself.

But this week, it has rained every single day.

{I think I have seasonal depression a vitamin D deficiency.}

But seriously.

To make things even worse, social media is totally ruining my life.

I mean, seriously.

It's all "vote for Gay marriage"  or "God hates the gays"

And "don't you want to order bags/jewelry/candles/beauty products from my stay-at-home-mom friend?  You'll regret it if you don't...."

And 2 million pastel pictures depicting people in turn of the century attire with condescending comments.

Seriously, people, other than my occasional Wal-Mart run, this is my only connection with the outside world.

And it SUCKS.


Politics and Home Merchandising?

Is it any wonder I'm feeling a little...bereft?

So today, in between reading about your happy lives, I'll be trying to find a way to make my mundane magical.

Because that's what mommy's do.

And that's all I have time for these days.

Monday, April 22, 2013

Making Up Is Hard to Do

Allow me a moment to whine.

Sometimes life gets busy.

Sometimes life gets hard.

Sometimes life gets lonely.

And dark.

And the last few weeks have been that for me.

I don't know why.

I don't know how.

I just know I'm in a dark place.

A lonely place.

A place of isolation and despair and...selfishness.

I said it.

I'm feeling very sorry for myself right now.


But for me, blogging has always been extremely therapeutic.

So, ya know, that's where I'm at.

I might need a cat.

I may need a HOUSE FULL OF CATS.*

I definitely need a Jesus moment.

So, now, I pray.

And I blog.

Of course, I've dropped off the blogging map.

So, I have, like 2 people to be accountable to.

But if you 2 could try to keep me typing, that would really be great.

And pardon my lack of humor during this time.

*dear heavens, I just completely justified cat ladies.  If that's not a cry for help, I don't know what is!