Hello 2017

It is safe enough to start thinking about goals for 2017 now that there isn't any pressure to strive towards perfection or hold myself to unrealistic expectations. There is exactly zero danger of guilting myself into committing to outrageous things like only drinking water for 365 days straight.

As we start the second week of this beautiful (& no longer dangerous) blank slate of possibilities and promise I am reflecting & dreaming. What is important to me? What do I want out of life? Like for reals. What do I want to strive towards? Do I need to let go of anything?

I feel freedom. I can let go of things I once loved that don't resonate with the me I am today. I can also rediscover long lost loves I've lost touch with for one reason or another.

So that is where I am for now.

Quietly pondering. Zero pressure. No time table to adhere to. Just taking time to breathe and to dream.

Cure for Insomnia

Seven Kids

Late

Lets no discuss how many alarms were going off in my house nor how long they were annoyingly clanging before I finally got up. By golly it may take forever to fall asleep but once I get there my body likes it and wants to remain there for longer than an hour or two! We will most definitely not be at school on time today. This will be my first strike at this school and I was really hoping for starting off on the right foot.

Overheard Today...

Daddy came home from work early very muddy and decided to get some yard work done before coming in to shower. Daddy was raking leaves.

Kat: "Daddy is getting stronger."

Daddy raked all the leaves into BIG piles.

Kat: "Daddy is getting stronger!"

Daddy raked all the leaves into black trash bags.

Kat: "Daddy is getting stronger!"

Daddy carried all the heavy bags full of leaves and threw them into one big pile for the garbage man.

Kat: "Daddy is getting stronger!!"

Kayli:  "No Kat. Daddy isn't getting stronger. Daddy has always been strong. Daddy went to Ir*q. You gotta be strong to go to Ir*q."


I find this completely random since Kayli was a baby when Daddy was in Ir*q and it isn't something we normally discuss. Such a sweet simple reminder that her Daddy is her world. I love this age!

Just some thoughts...

I've fallen off the blogging bandwagon for quite some time.

I'm ready to jump back on.

My house is trashed. {again!}

My sewing/crafting room is non-existent right now which is a problem since I need to start on Christmas presents now or I'll be super sorry I didn't come December.

The sweet newborn in my sidebar turned one year old this week. ( I guess I should update my sidebar...)

I am currently trying to figure out how to balance an almost full time job with homeschooling a first grader and a kindergartner  while entertaining a baby (honestly that last part isn't hard at all thank goodness!)

How do you make the every day mundane that beckons and presses and demands attention but in the great scheme of it all doesn't really matter mesh with an eternity that looms ever closer silently creeping up unsuspected although it matters most? (Do you ever think in run-on sentences? For the record I do alllll the time.)

My butt really hurts. If anyone ever asks you to jump off a cliff into the water, no matter how much fun it sounds please first inquire as to how high the jump is. If its somewhere in the range of 65/70 feet or so my advice is don't jump. Your butt may be sore for a loooong time. (It's non-ya-business how I know this!)

I don't feel like I have two minutes to myself all day long so I'm allowing myself to blog again as my 'me' time to make me get my thoughts out. I figure thoughts out are better than thoughts in at this point, my brain is crowded and its making my head hurt!

I want to take pictures again... I miss it very much. My camera is dusty and that is very very sad.

Anyone have any words of wisdom for me? I sure could use some advice on managing life. 

First Words

du... du... du...
This girl LOVES her rubber ducky.
I hear all about it during bath time.

April Fools 2011

For breakfast Mommy fixed eggs and toast..... April Fools!
Actually we had yogurt and peaches and some toasted cake.
It sure was yummy!
Kayli was sad at first because she didn't want eggs...
after she figured out it was a trick she happily ate her yogurt!

Mommy was quite the trickster. She gave Kayli a maze that didn't have an end!
Katherine helped Mommy play a trick on Grandma. (We gave her doughnut seeds for her garden!)
For lunch we all had yummy cupcakes & took some to Grandma.
She thought we cooked them wrong because they were 'greasy' but they were
cooked perfectly. It was the best meatloaf and mashed potatoes ever!

For Supper we played a fun game.
April Fools was funny!

BUT

the Bible says the only
true fool is someone
who says there is no God.

That isn't funny.
So we pray for all the real fools.
Jesus loves them very much!

Am I the only one?

Anyone else experience a mid 20's crisis?

I don't know if its because I got married at 18 and became a Mommy at 19a nd totally skipped the wild crazy college scene or what; but I felt like I needed to do something fun and crazy for once.

Just for me.

I'm only 25. I don't HAVE to look like a mother of 3 just because I am. Right?!?  

A very important point to consider in case you decide you want to have your very own crisis... What will you wear when your entire wardrobe clashes with your hair? Didn't think about that one until it was to late. What can I say? I'm a jump first ask questions later kinda gal. Needless to say my wardrobe has gone very dark... which isn't bad because wearing black instantly slims you. Or so I'm told. My bathroom scale isn't fooled unfortunately. 

In all seriousness I mostly love my new hair color,  It's totally the me that no one ever knew existed. Except, have I mentioned it clashes with 99% of my wardrobe?

So what about you? 

What's the craziest thing you ever did?

I spy with my little eye...

... a little girl... do you?

the post in which I make excuses

I said I was going to write more.

I said I was going to post more.

And I'm trying...

I really am!

BUT

My computer is being a poophead 

and blogger won't let me upload any photo's so...

I'm going to bed. 

I may try again tomorrow 

or it may be six months...

we shall see.... 

but HONESTLY

I did try.

Blogging.... my anti drug

I haven't ever divulged the boring details of my everyday life, nor the semi-psychotic stream of consciousness bouncing around in my head because I am neither witty nor interesting at all. Plus I suffer from being a whole lot shy. That being said, at this current season in time I am home alone 24/7 with a five year old, a three year old, and a growing belly. Maybe I shouldn't have shared that.... {DISCLAIMER: If you are a stalker creeper kinda person considering tracking down and preying on me and my family you are officially forewarned that wouldn't be your wisest move. My man is ex-militarty. So is my Dad. They'll both hunt you down. Not to mention my mad wrestling skills combined with my sharp nails are a lethel combination... just ask anyone dumb enough to have challenged me in a friendly game of chicken in the pool. STAY AWAY} Anywho... the point is I am going absolutely crazy. Yes, I do have a college student who technically lives here, but shocker of all shockers she has a life and doesn't have time to stay home and converse with me to keep me sane. Since she's not legally mine, I can't force her to... :0) I have decided for sanity's sake to write to share my thoughts and feelings with the world because even if no one reads a word I write hitting publish makes me feel better!
Just yesterday my husband had the audacity to tell me I should consider asking my OB for some kind of drug to help me "chill and get through the day."
Yeah,

he went there.

You see, a few days ago my sweet angelic children asked for permission to go outside and play after breakfast. Not willing to waste even a precious drop of milk (do you realize how expensive it is?!?) I told them they could after they completely drained their cereal bowls and dissapeared back into the bathroom where I was scrubbing sticky toothpaste out of the bottom of a drawer. I was so deeply engrossed in attacking the toothpaste scum it took me a while to remember to check on my angels. My angels weren't there. Their milk was though. I found them playing outside. I don't know how they got out the back door without my help but they did. Mentally planning their punishment I went to the window to call them inside and in doing so found a fist sized hole cut into my screen window. I may have turned purple at this point, my memory is a little fuzzy. I did manage to croak out a GET IN HERE NOW!!!! Of course Kayli knew why I was upset and immediately blamed the small hole on her sister who admitted guilt. Let it me known my eld
est is normally very bright. On any given day she astonishes me with her brains. In this moment however she was stick stupid. {Kayli my darling, if you stumble across and read this later in life please realize that I know stupid is a bad word and forbidden in our house and Mommy shouldn't use it; but darling, there just isn't any other explanation!} Instead of coming to the door she went to ANOTHER window and started climbing through a HUGE hole cut into the screen. I am quite certain I was most definately purple at this point. There may or may not have been actual smoke rolling out my ears. There may have been a fair amount of yelling as well....

More recently my three year old gave her dolly {my personal favorite of the dolly's of course} a hair cut that landed her {the doll not the three ye

ar old} promplty in the trashcan. She also managed to cut a handful of her bangs off. The very same bangs I have to shield from a trim every stinking time we go to grandma's house. {Question: Does every Grandma obsess about giving their granddaughters bangs or is it just my Mom?}

It hasn't been long since I painted their bedroom a cheery shade of yellow but its back on my to-do list again due to some artwork....

These tragedies followed by a constant batter of " don't do this, don't do that, don't touch that, get off there, get out of here, be careful, because I said so, DON'T... STOP.... LOOK OUT!!! " needless to say I was ready to dig my own grave last night. Bedtime was in sight. I was about to wearily cross the finish line for the day. I sent the kids to the bathroom for pull-ups and to brush their teeth. I hung back in the bedroom putting away laundry. I've been sorting through and boxing up cold weather clothes while simultaneously sorting through and hanging up the warmer weather clothes. Laundry... the absolute WORST part of changing seasons! Can I get an amen? As I was putting the finishing touches on laundry for the night and talking to my husband the girls were once again making mischief when they were supposed to be brushing their teeth. This time with nail polish. When I found the mess and realized their wasn't a drop of nail polish remover in the house I kinda had a mommy melt down. {Am I the only one who does that?} Problem is this time my hubby was a witness via the phone... that's why he recommended I ask for medication... medication?!? I don't need medication. I just need to vent... so thats why I'm here... venting... blogging ... it's my antidrug.

P.S.} For the record I do keep an eye on my kids but seriously there are times when a Mom's gotta blink... and pee.. I'm 27 weeks pregnant so I pee alot... It's amazing what they can do with a mere milisecond!