Around my house we have lots of fun. We laugh at all possible times. In fact… we giggle over nothing.

Ben laughs at almost anything silly I do.

He laughs at all the stupid things his sister does.

He laughs at the dog and cats.

He laughs in his sleep.

😀 Children are the bee’s knees.


nurse ins?

Don’t get me wrong, I love breastfeeding. I love to hear when people do it and I love to be able to encourage and support them.

I am so fed up with all these extremist boobie Nazis who think because Hollister said something about breastfeeding, you should gather as many women as you can and nurse in front of their store. What the hell do you hope to accomplish?

I am glad that so many women advocate breastfeeding and doing so in public because let’s be honest- babies don’t like to wait. If they’re hungry you’d better feed them or people will look at you because your baby is screaming. I won’t cover while I nurse. I won’t take my son in the bathroom and cover his face and god forbid someone say something to me while I am nursing.


It seems like its just making it harder for people who want to breastfeed in public.

Rant off.

a little too devotional…

As a mom, I’ve learned a lot of things that I never wanted to believe when people told me.

1. Sharing IS caring.

2. It’s not always about you. (And it never will again.)

3. “Oh, it is just a scratch.”

4. “Quit whining.”

5. “Stop talking. You talk too much.”

I feel like I haven’t done anything for myself in about six years. I haven’t gotten pretty and dressed up and went out on a date. God, my hair is always disheveled and looks like a rat’s nest. Do I even own a hair brush anymore?

My kids cry and I stop whatever I am doing and run to them, except when Bug is faking because she wants something.

I don’t do cry it out.

Oddly enough, while I am writing this Benjamin is having a fit because he threw his dog out of the play pen… I am not running right over simply because he threw it. I don’t want to play this damn game today.

As soon I wrote that though, I couldn’t believe I was letting him cry at all.


Is there such a thing as being too devotional? too attached? too much mother?

motherhood in less than 8 minutes…

Motherhood is the strangest thing; it can be like being one’s own Trojan horse.”

Any stay at home mom knows that you have to learn to do everything in less than eight minutes.  Taking a shower AND shaving your legs, cooking dinner, and yes, even sex.

I have two wonderful children- but I am sure all parents say that about their children. Adison Jolene is five years old. She is a curly headed little monster who started kindergarten this year. I also have Benjamin Maxwell. He’s an eight month old, bright-eyed little boy.


They are my life. I went from working in retail full-time to stay at home mom in a very short period of time. I am not your conventional mother either.

I am what some would call a “crunchy” mom.

I wear my baby. When he’s fussy, I put him in the sling and he’s asleep within minutes. It also allows me to get stuff done when he’s entirely too upset.

I breastfeed and am a big advocate of doing so.

I co-sleep with my children. Ben is just now starting to sleep in his own space. While my husband was on third shift, Ben slept in the bed with me every night. We snuggled. He nursed when he wanted. It was heaven. Occasionally, Adison gets in on the cuddle sleep time as well.

I make my own baby food.

We eat rather healthy and usually organic. I am attempting to go vegetarian and/or vegan in my house but my husband LOVES hamburgers. 🙂

I will be homeschooling Benjamin. Adison is not homeschooled because she does need extra help that her school offers. I am not equipped to teach a child with a learning disability.

As you read this, I am sure people are saying, “Well, she must think she’s perfect.”


I know that I am not a perfect mother, wife, or even person. My house isn’t always spotless, sometimes, I microwave leftovers. I don’t always force Adison to take baths every day. I yell. I punish. I even spank her, if the behavior warrants it. I sometimes forget things I promised to do and I am almost ALWAYS late.

I am writing a blog because maybe I have something that could benefit someone. I’m not saying i am super experienced or super mom but I know my way around a nursery.