Just another day in the life of all my craziness. An example of making each and every day count... even those bad ones.
"Where's the boy song?" Aiden asked me. I was cutting up strawberries, and Nolan was begging like a dog below me for a piece. "Where's the boy song?" my anxious three year old asked again. "Dream big my prince!" I sang as I tickled him under his chin and kissed the top of his head.… Continue reading My Sons Need Shoes Too
It's officially been a week since we closed on the sale of our home. It was a hard move for me - emotionally, and physically. With a growing family, a rise in taxes, and when my hard working husband lost his job we knew it would be best for us to sell. Moving sucks, YES,… Continue reading Moving Sucks
My babies are sleeping, so I should be sleeping. It's a little past 10pm. The Sound machines are going, the bedtime oils have been applied and diffused, teeth have been brushed, and all the eyes in the house are closed except for mine. My mind never seems to shut off. Is this a mom thing?… Continue reading Bedtime Routine