Wednesday, February 3, 2016

August says...

"So, I'm not going to Kindergarten.  I quit because I like basketball way better."

"Mom, Peyton Manning is terrible."

"I been meaning to ask you, does Daniel Boone have a mohawk?"

"When you have a nightmare, you should not be scared because God is in your heart."

Monday, February 1, 2016

Kid Valentine Ideas

The me that used to only have 2 kids would definitely have had Valentines designed and ready to deliver by February 1st...but the me now...yeah, just started thinking about it and cruising around Pinterest.  I do know that this year we will include Tic Tacs (for the teachers) and glow sticks (yep, we have a Star Wars lover), but not sure what else.  And basically once your son hits 5th grade, he thinks V-day is gross and all your ideas are least in my neck of the woods.

This is what we came up with last year: 

 Any cute ideas you wanna pass along for me?

Friday, January 29, 2016

I'm not understanding this trend

(all Google images)

Personally, I'm actively trying to look not old. 

Thursday, January 28, 2016

The last 9 books I've read...

 ...that I've enjoyed

Wednesday, January 27, 2016


I love that my kids read this every time they come down the stairs.

Wednesday, January 20, 2016


A few random bits for your entertainment since I've been away for awhile.  (I haven't actually been away, I'm still here in my house, but I haven't actually sat down and typed a blog post since October, and let's face it, it was a little depressing.)  Anyhow.

1.  Our family has now read The Girls Body Book and The Boys Body Book (I got them on Amazon and would totally recommend them.) and we are officially experts on puberty.  Boobs, body hair, body odor, PERIODS.  All that.  Growing up is fun!

2.  My 10 year old will no longer wear jammies (not that he calls them that).  He feels it is completely appropriate to get a regular pair of basketball shorts to put on for bed.  He also only wears basketball shorts during waking hours (unless we are at church).  He also has a very weird thing about socks.  After speaking with the other moms of his friends, I found out their boys also have a weird thing about socks.  I'll get into that another day.  Also despite the fact that he has eleventy-thousand t-shirts, he wears the same ones every week.  I've been fighting the urge to tell his teacher that he really has more clothes than it appears.  That would probably embarrass him.  Maybe I'll just FB message her a pic of his closet.  No?

3.  I was thinking about how a long time ago, my biggest fear was getting pregnant.  Now my biggest fear is getting lice.  Not me, my kids.  Well both, I guess.  And when they are in HS my biggest fear is going to be them getting themselves or someone else pregnant.    #growingup #fullcircle

4.  Current reality TV obsessions: Real Housewives of Potomac, Teen Mom OG, The Bachelor (I already know who wins and she was my favorite from the beginning.)  

5.  We had a family pic taken for the first time in 5 years!

I'll be back soon, I promise!  Bye!

Wednesday, October 7, 2015


I don't remember crying.  
I was very matter of fact about it.  
Something must have been wrong with it (him, I knew in my heart of hearts he was a boy). 
It just didn't stick. 
After months of being off birth control and desperately trying to become pregnant, at least I knew I could get pregnant.  
I was 7 weeks pregnant on a Friday.  By Monday, my uterus was empty.  
He would have been born at the end of January, 2005.
We liked the name Otis. 
We would try again.

Over the years, I've thought about that baby and what might have been.  However, I could never picture him as an actual baby in Heaven waiting for me.  

In 2005 we welcomed Porter, followed by Brooklyn in 2006.  Our family seemed complete. 
Every time I would walk by this framed picture in our house, I would think that it looked like someone was missing.  
He was.
We knew there was a third child coming our way, we just didn't know when.  

March, 2011
Along comes August.  
August was the only name we picked. 
We knew he would be a boy.  

As he has grown, I've heard myself jokingly say many times, "It's a good thing he wasn't born first, because we probably would have stopped at one."  (The kid is a handful.)

Yesterday I had this realization:
I can't picture a baby in Heaven, because he's right here. 
You see, he tried to come here the first time and, for whatever reason, it wasn't his time yet.  Maybe his tiny body was broken, or maybe we weren't ready for him. I don't know.  But God does. 

I am 1 in 4.