Is it weird that it feels weird to be back in this space again?

To be writing, I mean.

It occurred to me today that I haven’y written here in forever and I’m not currently singing anywhere consistency either. The two creative outlets I’ve always had have taken a seat firmly on the back burner.

The real truth friends is that life with these 3 tiny humans is all consuming. Not in a bad way of course…in a great way, but all consuming the same.

And…as I feel the kicks a new little baby GIRL wrestling inside of me and insisting that she not be forgotten we have a new baby love coming in March.

Yes, in case you’re keeping count that makes 4 babies in 5 years for Zach and I. Let me sum up your questions for you…

1. Are we crazy?

2. Do we know what causes pregnancy?

3. Is our cable out?

The truth is, we are nervously excited about our new venture as a family of 6! But overall we feel very thankful for the opportunity to be parents to these extraordinary little humans. No really, I mean it. It’s kind of like getting older, there are complications to becoming older and more “mature” but the blessings and privileges of aging far outweigh the negative.

What I mean is, sure having lots of tiny children is work…lots and lots of work, but the rewards are greater than the thoughts of not having these precious souls. We feel really lucky and blessed for sure.

So there you have it. I hope to write a little most days. I am super happy to be back with you. And don’t worry, for all of you who are desperate to save money…I’m working on more tips for you.


Another {year}.


Here we are. Yes, they are SO BIG. (And so I am! Surprise! Baby #4 Coming in March!)

Today is my birthday.

Not just any birthday.

A big one.

Today I am 35 years old.

This seems impossible in many ways, however, in others I feel like I’ve lived a whole lotta life in a short 35 year span.

Mainly, I feel privileged and lucky.

There are a whole bunch of fine folks whose one wish and prayer was to live to be 35, yet they are gone, and here I sit. So, I will not take this beautiful birthday for granted. Not for a second.

Bring on the wrinkles, laugh lines and wisdom. I’m ready for ya.

I’ve been thinking a lot about the mountains that people climb up and die on. I guess that’s what happens at 35. You start wondering a little more. Ya know, like their soapboxes. I know a lot of gals who are adamant about eating organic or “real” foods and it seems that’s all they ever talk about.

Or natural childbirth.

Or politics.

Or no spankings.

Or spankings.

Or TV.

Or no TV.

Or the environment.

Or poverty.

Or shopping.

Or homeschooling.

Or public schooling.

Or private schooling.

Or weddings.

Or no weddings.

You get the point.

People feel strongly about many different things, want to share their opinions with anyone and everyone who will listen. Honestly, this makes no sense to me whatsoever.

In fact, in most cases (even if I happen to agree with their stance), I feel that they are being divisive and inclusive.

But this has got me thinking…now on my big birthday, what is my stand? My SOAPBOX? At least these folks stand for something, right?

Sure, I care about defending the unborn, children in poverty, feeding the poor and spreading the Gospel. These are the things that really get my heart pumping wildly. These are the things that I want my life to be about. Because, lets face it, with all these tiny children my brain can’t handle thinking about much more than feeding them 3 whole times a day PLUS snacks. I mean, come on, how much can these tiny humans eat? But I digress…

But I’m not sure if a soapbox is appropriate.

Maybe I prefer a Life-Box. (For all you hipsters out there would it be #life-box?).

I don’t want my life to be about being right or persuading people to look or act the way I do. Honestly, I have no opinion whatsoever about how much TV your child watches or what kind of food you feed it. Or what movies you watch or if you believe in the death penalty or if you have a huge or tiny wedding.  I  really want the best for you. And I really, really, really want you to know Jesus and experience freedom through Him. All the rest is just details.

So on Day One of my 35th year, that is my Life-Box proclamation: Love. Always Love. And hopefully, all my love will show Jesus to all of you. Whether you like it or not.

And if you care to know if I have an opinion about the way you birth your child (or really anything else that people get all crazy over), I love you, but I absolutely do not care. Happy birthing and whatnot.

PS: It’s good to be back here on this little blog.



Time is flying.

I cannot believe I haven’t been to this space in 3 months. CRAZY.

But friends, it’s true what they say. Ya know, those “cherish every moment” people.

It truly does go by so very fast.

Time, I mean.

And children. They GROW, like, every single day.

I look at pictures of my tiny people from 6 months ago and BAM! they have grown so much.

It’s also true what they say, “The days are long but the years are short.” 2 years ago I would have thought those people were incredibly negative.

Now? Since my children have humbled me to the point of never, ever judging anyone ever again, I get it.

The days?

They are long.

Kinda like today.

Brother is in the midst of potty training and he’s been doing SO GREAT this week. However, during his nap/rest he starts screaming “MOMMY, MOMMY, MOMMY I NEED YOU!” At this time I was seconds away from Bitzy falling asleep beside me. So we rush upstairs to find his carpet, shorts, toys, FOOTPRINTS, toes and hands covered in (you know where I’m going with this) poopy.

Oh it was so nasty.

After the extensive clean-up I was desperate for them to nap.

Like, desperate.

Did they nap? Nope.

Where they wild, whiny, exhausted, rough and difficult in general for the rest of the day?

Um yes.

Was I ever patient, loving and full of grace?

Um no.

So, again let me say.

These days? Some of them are long, very long.

Some are just plain magical though.

There are days were I’m ready to bring a little baby number 4, 5, 6 into the world.

Like Saturday. We were ready for adventures! We had a full day o’ fun and there were so many moments where I was lost in a bliss of gratitude.

Even the sweet precious days, are sprinkled with tantrums and screaming and whining and stomping and (my personal unfavorite) screaming, “NO!”

But I know (especially after bedtime) that the years are shockingly short.

So I will read, play, cherish, 1-2-3 timeout!, cook, clean, and LOVE my little people with all my might. Every day. All day long.


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