Hello world! It’s been a bit since I’ve checked in and said hi. For some reason I really like stimulating my brain and started back to my doctorate a few weeks ago. Considering my words have been spent reporting on the fantastic ideas of performance psychology, sometimes my brain has no wit left to share…but … Continue reading Chasing Armadillos
Aside from Hads’ curly lock of hair in a ziplock baggy from her first haircut, and a few other “first” things, I wouldn’t really consider myself sentimental. For the most part, I let things go! However, I would consider myself extremely sentimental in the life-things…thinking back on memories, people, how they shaped my life, etc. … Continue reading Basking in Redemption
This picture is proof of where I am. Momming hard in a messy house (that you can’t see). Nursing a baby, helping with homework, letting a two-year old “fix” my hair. This year I purchased a minivan and a fanny-pack (do not be alarmed…it’s a sexy fanny pack)! Never thought I’d see the day, but … Continue reading Mom hard, my friends!
I have to take a second and pause from my normal sarcastic, messy posts in order to throw out a mushy one dedicated to my handsome, blue-eyed, sexy-bearded husband who puts up with my madness! People who read Noes to Knows: Meet Kyle! Normally words come easily, but they don’t always flow well when I’m … Continue reading Stealing Covers
Beans: “I won uh eee God.” Translation: I want…to eat…God. What?? If you don’t know my two year old, you are missing out. We call her Beans. Why? Well…because a friend of mine walked into our daycare one morning and said “Well hey there Everbeans!” That’s all it took. (Chesnei, if she ever gets mad … Continue reading God’s Spirit Beckons
Kyle: Would you like to know why there’s a Swedish Fish in my pocket? Me: Weird face Kyle: Because Everly put it there. Let’s be real. Kids are strange little things. As I was making french toast (minus the egg –per Hads request) last night, I looked over and Hads was putting a hammer in a stick of butter. During my … Continue reading Swedish Fish in My Pocket
Me getting through a day is what I like to compare to an ungraceful dying flamingo with a good attitude. (And the title of this blog has absolutely nothing to do with cute tiny dancer photo!)You’ve probably heard about, or seen, a chicken with it’s head cut off, right? Well lets imagine that being the … Continue reading Ungraceful Dying Flamingos
For nearly two years, a candle in a glass cylinder on a rustic looking turquoise base sat on a tin tray on my paint-stained, scratched-up kitchen table. It stayed there because it made my kitchen feel cozy when the lights were off and the laundry room doors were closed (concealing my piles of laundry). During … Continue reading Candle Cylinders and Jars of Clay
While sitting in yoga pants eating macaroni and cheese (hoping to get away with another few weeks of this before I have to start exercising again), and looking at my semi-dirty living room, I heard my husband in the kitchen and two daughters insisting on helping make coffee. Of course it didn’t go smoothly…we have … Continue reading It’s OK! Our life is messy.
