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Silly guys and sweet potato fries

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I'm in a season of parenting where each day can seem to come and go without a notable amount of significance. I begin with coffee and cozy pants and trying to get Emma to school on time without out violating too many traffic laws. And I end with desperate times of reading my "She Reads Truth" devotional and begging Jesus to undo all of the many ways I have messed up my children that particular day. I also consume healthy late night snacks, occasionally throwing in a deadlift here and there to balance out my 10pm nachos.  There is currently a lot of boundary testing and ongoing parental coaching regarding emotion management with one of our children. I won't say which child it is, but I will say that he is sweet and snuggly and funny and wildly creative..and I was woefully unprepared for the BIG emotions of tiny male human people, whoever they might be.  I didn't know going into this whole deal of raising humans that the emotional atmosphere of an entire day

The Toy Box

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My areas of expertise in life are not terribly extensive. I can mentor people on the fine art of reheating one cup of coffee 14 times over the course of six hours, I have an impressive track record of birthing non-sleepers, I can wander Target for hours on roughly four hours of sleep without ever getting tired, I can eat chocolate while my children are mere inches away and they have NO IDEA, and I am a conservationist of sorts, saving tons of water over the course of my motherhood by rarely showering (you're welcome earth. And the people who have to live with me.) One last area of knowledge I have to share with the Internet is the extensive research I've done regarding the best toys out there for kids. We are almost 7 years into this tiny human journey so I have plenty of confidence in these choices. #1. Guy Guys and Pom poms These two items have been a staple in our home for well over 6 years now. The "Guy Guys," as Emma affectionately named them as a todd

Have Mercy. (aka the New Years Eve blog)

I fully intended to stick with my beloved tradition of blogging at least once a year on New Years Eve, but sometimes sick toddlers interfere with both my 10pm nachos and my blogging efforts.  I did however manage to still eat ice cream,  watch Ryan Seacrest wearing a giant coat, drown out the incessant war zone of fireworks happening outside by using 8,000 sound machines, and look intently at my TV trying to understand how Britney Spears still looks 25. Are we simply distracted by the sparkle heart on the back of her underwear/bikini costume? We cannot know. We are only 4 days into 2018 and I have already done some push ups, read part of a chapter of a book (Christine Caine, you inspire me), removed the remnants of Christmas from my house (minus some peppermint bark and peanut butter fudge...not my fault), been sneezed on approximately 14 times by tiny humans, been to the walk-in clinic with one of these same humans, washed my hair once (I think), and almost wore real people pants