Day 2: Sleepy Kids


100 days of gratitude Day 2


Today I am grateful for sleepy kids! It’s the little things, right?!

Paityn hasn’t been sleeping great with all the teething. Plus the cold she had last week. At her 6 month appointment the dr asked me if she was sleeping through the night. I laughed and said “no” He told me that babies at 6 months should be sleeping 10-12 hours a night! What?? My Kids must be broken because they still don’t sleep 10-12 hours a night!

If your baby sleeps through the night for 10 hours please let me in on your secret!

Last night she slept great for the first time in a long time! Not 10-12 hours great, not even 6 hours… but she slept and that means I actually slept. Her gummy smile and belly laugh woke me up at around 8. That’s two hours later than usual and she only woke up once to nurse.

Paityn and I lay in bed and cuddle while I enjoy my huge cup of coffee every morning until the boys get up, today they slept until 10! That’s two episodes of my favorite show, 2 large cups of coffee and tons of cuddles from a very happy baby before actually getting up.

It was a great way to start my day.

Refreshed, fueled, and loved.



If you were wondering if my house stayed clean for just one more day like I prayed for in my last post, of course it didn’t!

100 Days of Gratitude: Day 1

Today, I am grateful for my clean and organized house. I know it may seem silly to most, but I feel right with the world when my house is clean and organized.  I’ve spent the last three days cleaning out my house and getting rid of the things I don’t need and rearranging the things I do. I’m exhausted and sore!

I even made a cute little reading nook for the kids in this awkward space in our hallway that I never knew what to do with. I still need to decorate the walls a bit more, but it’s equipped with a teepee, big fluffy floor pillow, a little shelf with a small selection of books, and a couple stuffed animals to cuddle with.

I reorganized and cleaned out my closet… there is a FLOOR in there!!! Whoa! – Four trash bags full of unwanted clothes, later.

Moved my bedroom around creating my own little reading nook, organized the babies play area, and scrubbed the house top to bottom and I am one satisfied Momma!

When I talk to my husband about my happiness over a clean house he looks at me like I belong in an institute. I tried to confess my love to him for my Swiffer and he looked at me like I was a crazy person. –Nothing I mean NOTHING picks up dog hair like a Swiffer!! Ha-Ha.

All of this completed with all three of my children in the home… that’s major! The boys are pretty good at allowing me to get the house cleaned because they know it makes mommy happy, but the baby isn’t so great with allowing me to do, well… anything.

Love, Love, Love my clean and organized house, and praying it can stay that way for at least one more day!

Pray for me!!

Intentional Living; Living With Intention

According to my dear friend Wiki “Intentional living is any lifestyle based on an individual or group’s conscious attempts to live according to their values and beliefs.”


Seems pretty straight forward right? You’d think so. For me not so much. I’ve been seeing a lot about intentional living and I’ve decided that I want to give it a try. I have my own beliefs and values that I stand by but I’ve always been the girl that wants to fit in. whether it’s pretending to be someone I’m not or be interested in something when it’s the complete opposite. I’ve decided enough is enough. It’s time to be myself, to live intentionally.

I am a God fearing, county loving, wife, daughter, sister, and Momma of three. I have everything that I have ever dreamed of and more. I’ve been truly blessed in my life and yet I’ve always struggled with showing the world who I am in my heart. Truly the only person who has seen all sides of me is my dear husband. (Bless his heart…all sides aren’t too pretty.)


  • I’m fearful of change
  • I’m stubborn
  • I’m a follower of Jesus
  • I fear failure
  • I’m empathetic (sometimes over the top)
  • I’m emotional ( again, sometimes over the top)
  • I’m a lover
  • I’m a fighter (not my greatest attribute except when im fighting for what I love)
  • I procrastinate
  • I’m a perfectionist
  • I love to deeply
  • I break easily
  • I care too much
  • I let others judge me
  • I allow that judgment to change me
  • I push my beliefs aside
  • I fear confrontation with strangers
  • I’m outgoing
  • I’m shy
  • I’m outspoken
  • I’m selfless
  • I’m still trying to find myself…


Intentional living sounds like a walk in the park. It’s being yourself. Having babies at a young age didn’t allow me much time in finding who I am. Don’t get me wrong I wouldn’t change my life with my babies for anything, I love the life I have with them each and every day. I just have to work a little harder at finding who I am outside of being Mommy. So today or rather tonight (11:25 PM) I have decided to start my journey with intentional living.

I will focus on my beliefs and values for the next month, hopefully it will continue and be my new way of living but for right now we’re starting small. 30 days. My goal is to find myself, and to stop compromising my values and beliefs for those around me and to learn to love and accept myself.

I will post about my journey once a week and update everyone on how it’s going and what I’ve learned. Wish me luck, I’m wayyyy out of my comfort zone!


Co-Sleeping Struggles


I’ve co-slept with all of my babies, I know people that don’t/didn’t  co-sleep think its nuts. My Mom does. I have nothing against those people. Sometimes I envy them! Like now for instance when I’m fighting with my four year old every night to sleep in his own bed. We have a queen size bed (I’m fighting for my husband to agree to buy a king!!) My 6 month old daughter, my husband, and I all sleep in the bed every night. To me I love it, I love having my baby right next to me through the night, especially with breastfeeding. It’s so convenient! And I’m lucky enough to have a husband that supports my decision to co-sleep without any frustration.

Well our four year old slept with us until the baby was born and he’s still having a hard time adjusting. He has his own bed and in our old house his room was right across from ours and he was okay with sleeping in it every now and then. Well in our new house we have a split floor plan and he’s on the other end of the house. He will not sleep in his bed no matter what we try. He usually passes out on the couch and then will wake up in the middle of the night or early morning and try to climb in bed with us. It ends the same every time, either my husband gets kicked out of the bed and sent to the couch and my son hops in bed with me and his sister or him and daddy go sleep on the couch together… either way it’s not ideal. We’ve tried having him watch a movie in his room, laying in his bed with him until he falls asleep, moving him from the couch to his bed when he falls asleep you name it; we’ve tried it!

I see so many parents that co-sleep with more than one child and their husband and sleep comfortably and I applaud them to no end, because I have no idea how they do it. (I want the king size bed just for the three of us to sleep more comfortably, not to fit another child.)

Although we’ve been working on this for half a year, I don’t see it as being worth the fight. We are the ones that allowed him to sleep in our bed in the first place I can’t get upset that he still wants to. I just pray that someday soon we are able to coax him into his own room…

Are there any other parents that have this issue? I hope we aren’t alone in this… Maybe we let him co-sleep for too long? Who knows?!?

Okay, Mommy rant done. Time to put all of the monsters to bed… Wish us luck!!!  

Moms Need A Break Too!

Going anywhere by myself is a very rare thing. Even if I’m lucky enough to get out of the house without the boys there’s a 99.9% chance the baby will be attached to my hip.

Today I went shopping By. Myself! *gasp* Chris was home and he kept all three kids with him so I could have some time to alone.

I walked around the store,  looked at stuff I didn’t need, tried on clothes I’d never buy. Looked through the baby department- of course!

It was incredible!! It was peaceful! No kids ripping at my clothes, or hair. Screaming or fighting with each other. I recommend it to every mom out there. I was only gone an hour  and that was plenty.

It’s okay to want to get away and be by yourself away from your kids. I use to feel like a terrible person for wanting to escape for a little while but I’ve come to realize that I NEED that time away to stay sane. Even if its just going to the grocery store alone. Us moms deserve a little time to unwind, away from home, away from our husbands and kids.

Being away for an hour was enough to help me feel refreshed and I made out with two new shirts! win!! I came home to happy kids and a happy husband.


My daughter crawled right over with a big smile,ready to eat…


There is a lot of controversy for women that breastfeed. I have made my opinions on it very clear, I think if a baby is hungry you feed them. Common sense, right? Apparently not. I don’t agree with having to cover your baby while they eat in public, or to run off to feed them elsewhere like your car or the nasty bathroom stall. I told my husband that with Paityn I would feed her wherever and whenever without a cover, and without shame. Unfortunately that wasn’t the case. I found myself fearing what others would say, or the nasty looks I would receive. I didn’t know what would be said in front of my two other children about their Mom feeding their sister. I was afraid.

The first time that I fed her in public I was at Walmart. I have this really cute car seat cover that doubles as a nursing cover.  I put it on and walked around the store feeding her under the cover. The whole time I was staring at everyone that was staring at me, I knew exactly what they were thinking- okay, maybe not exactly what they were thinking, but I knew the subject of their thoughts. Even with a cover they knew I was breastfeeding. I kept pulling the cover out to re-latch her, because she hated the cover as much as I did. I gave up, put her back in her car seat and we hurried to leave the store. When I got home I felt so ashamed that I couldn’t do what I believed in for fear of judgment like so many other women have received. I sat down with my husband and told him how hard it was and how the looks on strangers faces were burned into my brain.  I felt like a terrible mom for not being able to do what was best for my baby because of my own insecurities.

6 weeks postpartum and I am finally gaining the confidence to feed her how she should be fed. Like a baby! You wouldn’t throw a cover over a bottle fed baby, so why is breastfeeding so different? Because, breasts are sexualized. That’s not what they were made for. They were made to produce nutrients to your baby. And nursing is in no way a sexual act and needs to stop being looked at as such. No nipple is shown, sometimes stomach and maybe some cleavage. No more then what you show in a swimsuit. And for the most part swimsuits seem to be acceptable.

The first time I nursed freely and confidently, it was hot! Way too hot to have a blanket over me or her and she was hungry. We were outside at a baseball game and just holding her made the both of us sweat. I bought these awesome “muscle shirts”-as my husband calls them. They pull to the side comfortably and allow me to nurse without pulling my shirt up or down. I pulled that shirt over and popped her on. That was the first time she nursed in public where I felt she was comfortably nursing like she does at home. This time, I didn’t pay any attention to looks that were given to me. Except for one mom who looked at me and gave me a huge grin. She too had a baby. It was like a mom salute of approval. I realized I wasn’t alone, millions of women breastfeed in public every day. I think its safe to say that with the controversy going around many of those women were afraid of the same judgment that I was. By nursing freely maybe I will help another mom that isn’t comfortable with it, feel comfortable. To know that at least one person won’t be judging her. Us moms need to start sticking together and help breastfeeding to be normalized amongst society. It is a beautiful thing, and I am so grateful that I am able to breastfeed my youngest, as that wasn’t an option with my older two.

I’m not a feminist, I don’t think women should run around flaunting their private business, but I am a mom! As a mom I believe that we should be able to care for our children without worrying about what others might say or think. Whether that be formula fed or breastfed at Walmart. No Mother should ever be ashamed to care for her child in whatever way that child needs.



The Perfect Mom


Have you ever wondered if you’re a good mom, or if you’re just failing miserably? I know I certainly have. Ever since I was a little girl I wanted to be a mommy, I wanted my own family and a house full of kids. I got my wish and now have a family of my own, a house full of kids that is covered in toys, I make a different meal for each kid 3 times a day because they can’t like the same things, that would be too easy. I break up fights, I kiss boo-boo’s, I yell, and I cry. Being a mom is great and full of rewards, but it’s also exhausting and I don’t always keep my cool.

I daydream of being the perfect mom, one that plays for hours on end, and still manages to have a spotless house. One that buys only organic foods, cooks big healthy meals 3 times a day, and the kids actually eat it! I’d have all the energy in the world. We’d go to the zoo or aquarium every weekend, head to the park after homework was done, never get frustrated or yell… There may be moms as perfect as this but I am not one of them.


I have a sink full of dishes and a basket and dryer full of clean clothes that need to be folded. I’m staring at the basket as I type this. The “home cooked meal” I will make tonight will come from a Hamburger Helper box. The laundry will pry still be sitting there in the morning, but I plan on doing the dishes! Ha! At some point today I will pry get frustrated, I will pry yell, and I may even cry.


I’m not a perfect mom, not the one I daydream about. But, I know in the eyes of my kids I’m good enough. We may not go to the zoo on the weekends or spend evenings at the park behind our house, but we dance around in our pjs, build forts out of the kitchen chairs, have movie nights that consists of tons of junk food. We constantly laugh together, we have inside jokes and act like complete goofballs. We tell silly stories, and sometimes they even cuddle up with me and listen to me read them a story. We do a lot of arts & crafts, paint, and color together- Pinterest is a mom’s best friend!


Chances are I’m not failing. My kids are all fed, they have clothes and more toys then they could possibly need, they have a PlayStation, tablets, and my oldest has a phone. Other than material things, they have two parents who love them more than anything. Who spend their days doing everything they can to give their kids the life they deserve. No matter how hectic our day is we make sure that we do at least one thing as a family every night. I wish I could ignore all my other duties and play all day long but unfortunately life doesn’t work that way. I do however stop whatever I am doing to listen to my very animated 3 year old tell me his awesome stories, or my 9 year old telling me about a video game that I know nothing about.

I will continue to work towards that “perfect mom” goal, and fight with my 3 year old about eating vegetables, and my 9 year old about the need to shower every day!!  But as for right now, I’m not failing and chances are, you’re not failing either! ​​