Confessions of a Crazy Busy Mom

The question I hate the most. So, some women dread being asked their age, maybe even their original hair color, and god forbid you ask their weight... For me is 30, brown going grey and I weigh 147. Those aren't even near the question I loath the most. Are you ready for it? How do you do it all? The answer is simple- I don't. Now, you may ask why it is I hate this question. I'm guessing if you are asking me that I have some sort appearance that I have I all together- let me let you in on the secret- I don't. Tristan went to school with mismatched socks yesterday, Arcadia is missing a vital piece of paper for her science camp, Eireland...that kid pretty much takes care of herself- shoot, I should hire her to be my personal assistant. She has her workers permit, I wonder if that's legal...*note to self, check I to that*, and Phoenix, well he would wear the same pair of pants for 4 days because they have a hole in his "favorite spot! On both knees!" I...

A Letter to My Son- Dear Tristan, You my sweet boy are 5- I am amazed by you. I should have known from the time you were 5 weeks old that you were going to keep me on my toes. You got meningitis, you had to be in the isolation room at Kaiser for a week. It scared me terribly. Then, when you were 1, you broke your leg...going down a slide. You and that cast were a CRACK UP! Poor guy had to learn how to walk in it-it was hilarious. Then, when you were 3, you fractured your skull- and we took ANOTHER trip to Kaiser Fontana in an ambulance. And then when you were 4, you smacked your lip into the counter and needed stitches. You also started kindergarten...worried you might not be successful, I put you in anyhow- and now, you are doing first grade math. You are teaching me a lot, about myself, about being a mom to a boy; a rambunctious boy at that. You try my patience and wonder where I went wrong, you bring me so much joy and fill my heart with laughter. You are smart and clever and ...

Steven and I, along with our small group are going through a very convicting and soul searching book by Mark and Grace Driscoll titled; Real Marriage: The Truth About Sex, Friendship, and Life Together. It is just that- REAL. It's not sugar coated, just for couples who's marriages are perfect or for delusional people who don't think marriages take work- it's for REAL people who are going through REAL struggles or looking how to improve their marriage, serve their spouse and serve their Lord. Like I said- it's convicting. Throughout this study I have learned that as a wife to Steven, I am mediocre at best- sadly. This has caused me to examine my heart, examine my marriage and how I, as a wife contribute to our marriage...and let's be honest, I fall short. This is not to say that I don't love my husband, on the contrary, I love him with my entire heart- with my entire being. Yet, 90% of the time my words are much louder than my actions and I come up short....

One thing that I love for the holidays and have started as a tradition for my own family is homemade cinnamon rolls from scratch. Now, don't get me wrong, they take a LONG time, and I am not getting up at 3:00 am just so we can have cinnamon rolls. So, I searched the internet for some amazing overnight cinnamon rolls, and I came up with 3 recipes that I combined to make my own holiday morning cinnamon rolls. The rolls themselves come from the  William's Sanoma Overnight Cinnamon Rolls recipe. Ingredients: For the dough:  1 Tbs. (1 package) active dry yeast  1/2 cup warm water (105°F)  4 1/2 cups all-purpose flour, plus more as needed  4 eggs  1/4 cup granulated sugar  2 tsp. kosher salt  8 Tbs. (1 stick) unsalted butter, at room temperature     8 Tbs. (1 stick) unsalted butter, melted  1/2 cup granulated sugar mixed with 1 Tbs. ground cinnamon Directions: To make the dough, in the bowl of a stand ...

Here is a short essay I wrote for a Boogie Wipes Contest. :) Please vote for me via the link below. My idea day off? Is it a problem that I'm TORN between running away to a tropical Hawaiian island to a hotel suite with no one there but a butler to serve my every need no matter how silly? Or a day to spend with my children doing all the things our busy day to day schedule won't allow? No matter how torn, I would absolutely pick the later. I would love to start the day making breakfast with my little boogie monsters- all 4 of them making their favorites, no matter how outrageous or demanding. Followed by eating that delectable breakfast in my bed all together- daddy and all. The day would be schedule free and we could do whatever our little hearts desire- want to go on a picnic? Done! A move in cozy pajamas, hit chocolate and homemade marshmallows? Perfect? Crafts? Painting getting wildly messy? Bring it on. My ideal day off- making memories with my littles, no mater how c...

As a parent, some of the words we will most likely hear from our children at some point are phrases such as, "I want daddy!" "I don't like you!" and, "Go Away." I'm raising 4 children and they aren't even that old, and I have already heard some of these phrases- most recently, "I want daddy!" from my 3 year old Phoenix. Steven, my wonderful husband, has become a stay at home dad. Not really by choice, but for now this is what he does. Little Phoenut doesn't go out a whole lot, and he is ALWAYS with daddy. Plus, daddy has a hard time saying, "No!" Plus, he's just more comfortable with his dad now. They stay home and watch Fire engine and diesel trucks and Big machines on DVD, watch some nick JR. Play outside together, and nap together. It's the daddy and Phoenix show. It used to be the mommy and Phoenix Show! He was my snugly little guy who would always come to me for everything. So, I must be honest and say...

So, I have a sleep disorder and have for a little over a year now- I even had to take one of those ridiculous sleeping tests, you know the ones where you have to wear this head mask that records all of you “issues”. Let’s be real here, how much sleep are you REALLY getting with one of those attached to your head-yeah, I didn’t think much either. When my results came back a sleep doctor-had no idea Kaiser had those..interesting- called me back to go over my results, and well, I pretty much laughed at them…probably because they called me and weren’t face to face- Amazing how bold you can become when a phone separates you. So- the conversation went something like this: Sleep Doctor: So, did you know that when you were wearing the headset, it took you 3 hours to fall asleep? Me: Well, I was the one wearing it, so I’m pretty sure I knew that. SD: Well, did you know that combined for the entire time you wore the headset that you only got 3.5 hours of sleep? And of that 3.5 hours, it ...