Aug 10, 2020

Aida Mae's Room Reveal













Of the 58 billion pictures on my phone 99.9% of them are pictures / videos of my kids. The rest are pictures of our house. 

The ones perma-saved on my iPhone are from 2018. There's a solid three months of them. Then my phone ran out of space. The dreaded phone storage saga strikes again.

You bet your bum, I delete selfies of my outfits I post because ain't no momma got enough storage for that crap.

Deleting pictures of my kids makes me nervous though. 

I've got scrapbooks and Chatbooks, and even still I can't bring myself to delete their pictures. 

I've had too many pictures lost to relive the lost picture pain. 

Once, I lost an entire laptop worth of images. We are talking years worth of pictures. I cried.

That's an added bonus to blogging, your stuff is forever saved on the interweb...until you stop posting pictures of your kids...then I'm not really sure what the bonus is. Does anyone even read blogs anymore?

Wait, yes! I know one person that for sure reads this blog. My mom! Hi, Mom, and to my husband I'm sorry you've had to proofread this mess of a blog since 2012. I salute you.

We were watching Fixer Upper and Chip named a house "Plain Jane". Aida Mae was very confused by the name and said, "Plane? That's not a plane, that's a house!"

Her big brother quickly chimed in, "Plain, like plain pasta. You know, something that doesn't have anything on it and tastes bad!"

Listening to their conversations is the best. He teaches her, she teaches him, and they both teach me. I can't believe how quickly the time goes. Feels like just yesterday they were in cribs. 

I know it's cliche, but dang they just keep getting better. 

#motherhood is the best kind of hood there is.

Aug 4, 2020

Items for Under $100 From The Nordstrom Sale

Our Entryway Design Board


Aug 3, 2020

round here


saturdays are for staying in your pajamas way too long, facetiming with your mom for longer than most people think socially acceptable, ironing without a bra on, and looking at mountains of clean laundry like they're villains. 

it's been a good week. a week of legos, presents, balloon arches, chocolate ice cream cake for breakfast, and candles. 

i don't know where the time went, or how dc has grown up into such a well-rounded little man. 

i would do anything to protect him. 

i love his laugh and his precious smile. i look back on his baby-hood with such fondness. 

he kept me company when his daddy had long days at school. oh how he filled me then and now with more joy than words can ever do justice.

i am so proud of who he is and of who he chooses to be. 

he is a real light in this world.

i love you son. thank you for making me a mom, and for being such a wonderful example of love, kindness, and patience. love you. 

i am back to bloggin it would seem, and so are my famous run-ons. welcome, welcome. 

Jul 30, 2020

lite ice, 4 fresh limes, and a coke


one too many trips to sonic. is there such a thing? 

with its perfect lite pebble ice, 4 fresh limes, and coke, i've never felt more like a suburban housewife. 

make sure to fill it to the brim, please.

y'all, i've retired my heels, my lipstick, and now apparently my self-control when it comes to the dark drink that puts some pep in this moms step. 

oh how life changes.

on another note- i've taken up scrapbooking during quarantine. am i retro? what's next, mom jeans...whoops already wearing those. 

seesh. 

the 90's called, they want there bucket hats back. 

Jul 29, 2020

the simpler things in life


it was rainy today. we have a hurricane passing in texas, and after weeks (or what feels like months) of sunshine, today felt cozy and slow. 

with the sun hidden it felt cool. we hopped in the car and drove to get a treat. we listened to music, and chatted about winters in michigan. these tiny people of mine are always talking about the snow.

i know the kids miss michigan, and so do i. we miss our friends and the roots we planted there. we love texas, of course, and we are grateful to be here, but today, with the rain, we remembered michigan and our old home.

on the plus side, from all the walking we've been doing momma's stems are getting toned! pulling aida mae in the wagon up a hill is not for the faint of heart. getting my saggy bum into shape, i am!

funny how life takes you on a ride. changing things up, but still there is happiness wherever we are planted. we will always have each other, and that is what makes our house a home. 

Jul 14, 2020

Our Story


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We fell in love. We got married. Three months later we were pregnant. I had hypermesis gravidarum. You took my hand and picked me off the bathroom floor. You took me to the hospital, and you told me it would be alright. You pushed the hair out of my face, and smiled when you said how beautiful and strong I was getting IV after IV. 

We lived in a one bedroom apartment when our son was born. My husband made ten dollars an hour. Our story isn’t perfect, but it’s real and we fight for each other and our love. 

We were blessed then, and we are blessed now. Love is constantly evolving and never giving up. Love is patient. Love is kind, and so importantly love is forgiving.

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