Tuesday Wrap-Up


I woke up this morning and thought it was Friday. So there’s that.I mean, I legit thought it was Friday and when reality hit me that it’s only Tuesday, I truly just wanted to pull the covers over my head and go back to sleep until Friday rolls around.

Things have been hectic around here. I’ve started about 7.25 posts and as soon as I sit down to finish them I get a, “MOOOOOMMMMM!!!!” or a “MOM! So and so is doing such and such to me.” It’s awesomely frustrating. I swear I’m going to duck tape the two older minions together so they learn to love each other. My parents are loving this because it’s definitely karma for how my older brother and I acted. Man we fought over some silly things. There are times when K and Big C are fighting that it reminds me exactly of my how we fought when we were minions. Karma people. It’s real.

I’ve been playing Ashley Monroe’s new single,” On to Something Good,”  on repeat lately. It makes me happy. And Drake White “It Feels Good” Oh and ANYTHING Eric Church. ANYTHING.

OH! I almost forgot! I implemented the first (Of many) family yoga session on Saturday.


I mean, it was awesome and the minions LOVED it. LOVED IT! I was, of course, trying not to laugh the entire time because it was so adorably hilarious. Definitely the first of many family yoga sessions.

Took the kids to see HOME this past weekend. ADORABLE. So, so cute. And the fact that Sheldon Cooper played the little alien dude 😍   And yes, I cried. Twice.

We’re officially on Baby watch. My brother and sister in-law are expecting their first and I’m beyond excited. Like, as soon as I get the call I’m going to grab the kids and the husband and drive immediately to the hospital. I need that new baby smell in my life.









The Tale of Two C’s


Big  C and Little C. Little C and Big C. I could tell you I love them dearly and that they are truly the best boys in the world but instead I’m going to tell you that they’re driving me bananas. They fight. ALL. THE. TIME. And when they’re not fighting, I’m pretty sure they’re thinking about fighting. I guess someone told them it was the cool thing to do.

But there are times….when they don’t think I’m looking…that they get along. And not only do they get along, they act like their friends, best friends. The very best friends that anyone could be. And I’ve noticed that Little C wants to be just like his big brother. He copies the majority of things that Big C does which is adorable and maddening all at the same time. And Big C wants to teach his brother the cool stuff and he wants to be a good big brother, he just doesn’t want me to see it. He wants to do it secretly like secret agent style.


And so I’ve decided that they’re conspiring against me. That they don’t fight because they’re mad at the other but they fight because they want me to think that they don’t like each other. It’s a game. A big, huge game they like to play that’s called, “How can we make mom lose her sanity today?!”


Most days, my boys succeed. Most days, they leave me completely frazzled by the end of the day. They have me believing that they can’t stand each other. But some days, some days I get a sneak peak at them loving each other, at them being kind to one another, and it makes me realize that they do fight like cats and dogs but somehow, someway, they try to find a way to love each other the only way brothers can.



Beauty in the Chaos

I’m convinced that every disaster that occurs in my house is K’s fault. And not because she intends to create a disaster but because her beautiful, creative self, wants to create things and sometimes those things turn out beautiful, other times they turn out like a giant mud puddle in the back yard that still hasn’t dried up after 4 days of being created.

She wasn’t trying to create a mud puddle but was trying to create a fountain in the backyard because she believed the fountain would make our backyard beautiful. And to get said fountain perfect, she had to leave the sprinkler on because, that way, she would know exactly how it was spraying.


I used to get frustrated with the mess and it still drives me crazy but I’ve realized that K isn’t me. She likes school because she gets to see her friends but she hates studying. Why study when she can be creating? Her room is always a mess no matter if she cleans it every day. She doesn’t understand the point of chores because it takes away from her drawing and why on earth should she read when she can be writing poems and songs herself?!  She’s brilliant and creative and creates beautiful disasters in my home that I have a love/hate relationship with because while I see disaster, she sees beauty.

And we’re trying to find a balance because, of course, she has to do chores and study and keep her room clean. Oh man, her room. It’s like a tiny tornado goes through it every day. I have no idea how she does it. But after watching her go from one creative process to the next, I’m trying to understand. She is my beautiful disaster, my creative minion, artistic genius, always thinking about the next masterpiece, and teaching her mama that cleaning may not be as important as once thought because there’s beauty in the chaos. There’s always beauty in the chaos, we just have to choose to see it.

Learning to Fish

I remember growing up, I was always doing something. I know that most of this is because there weren’t as many technology distractions but I was always doing SOMETHING. I started riding horses at a young age (And miss it like crazy. One day I WILL own my own horse), played soccer and softball and tried to force my way into the street football games with my brother and all our friends.  There were times I would go from the barn to the soccer field or from the soccer field directly to a softball game. And I loved every second.


And now I have my three minions and, while Little C is still too young, Big C and K haven’t found their thing. That thing they LOVE to do. I’m pretty sure that K is not my sporty girl. Don’t get me wrong, she has no problem getting dirty and all that stuff but she’s not thrilled about sports which breaks my heart because I’m all SPORTS and she’s all meh. But damn if that girl can’t draw and she’s even been writing songs. She’s my artsy girl for sure.


Then there’s Big C. He definitely doesn’t know what the heck he wants to do with his time. He loves watching sports and he definitely has a competitive side (the jury’s still out if this is a good thing or not) and he LOVES being outside once you get him out there. I told him I was going to sign him up for soccer and he gave me the crazy eyes.

“I don’t want to play soccer mom. I want to make fish dead.”

“Wait, WHHHAT?”

“I want to make fish dead mom. Like on the boat. With daddy and Uncle Mike. That’s fun.”


In other words…he wants to learn to fish. To which I told him DONE. Done and Done. I will gladly teach that boy to fish (and by me, I mean his daddy and uncle) and gladly teach him how to do everything that goes along with it. You know the saying…if you give a man a fish, you feed him for a day. But if you TEACH a man to fish, you feed him for a lifetime. And while this applies to life in general, it especially applies to fishing 🎣

Tuesday Randomness

PicMonkey Collage

1. I’m sick. Like kick you in the ass sick. And it came out of nowhere, sort of. I’m not going to name any names but I’m pretty sure my sister from another mister gave me the sickness.

2. I’m the kind of person that buys tons of notebooks and then uses them for a million different things instead of having a separate notebook for each thing. Which means I write down all these things, like things I want to do, goals I have, dreams I want to start pursuing, and then when I’m ready to do all these things, I can’t find the list. I wrote down my meal plan for the week yesterday and I can’t find it anywhere. Organized I am not.

3. I’m LOVING Zac Brown Band’s song Homegrown. LOVING. It makes me want to immediately drive to my hometown and grab all the people I love, drag them to the river with a couple of boats that I don’t own and just hang.

4. Shhhhh. Don’t say anything but I’m pretty sure we’ve hit the preteen phase with K. I mean, the attitude, the HORMONES. It’s not pretty. I’m pretty sure she’s going to be shipped to her ya-ya’s house in the near future because WOW. I’m totally not prepared for this.

5. I have some things in my head that I need to put on paper (paper that I don’t lose) and hopefully, soon, bring them to life. I always say this and I never do them because I lose said paper in one of my many, many, notebooks. I’m thinking, if I write them here, I’ll actually do them. Because it would be amazing if I could pull it off and as my man Walt Disney said, “If you can dream it, you can do it.”