Wednesday, January 1, 2014


I say "no", my kids interpret it into meaning NOT EVER in a million, billion, zillion years. While sometimes that may be true, such as No, you may not EVER choke your brother. I don't care how mad you are at him right now for breaking oh wait that's going through my mind as I pick up pieces to something that was mine wholly, now in 50 pieces. Still, you can't choke your brother (or kid) no matter how mad you are. Besides, after you've cooled off, you'd regret it anyway, plus the yelling you did when the incident occurred.

You can't have a cookie NOW because dinner will be ready in 15 minutes. No, you won't starve to death in that time, despite what you think.

Parenting is tough. I've said it before and I'll say it again and again I'm sure. Parenting hurt kids is even tougher. Things are going along great, then BAM. Some trigger you're not even aware of occurs, and you're left in the wake trying to piece together what happened. Eventually you do, and learn that there will be times when these rages, these moments of impulsive explosion are something you can't prepare for, or react to. In that moment you hold the child or keep them safe until it blows over, then help them pick the pieces up. Right now is more important for them to realize you're safe, you love them and you're not leaving them. Even if it takes them 20+ years to realize the last part. Or the first, or middle.


Here's to a new year, new chances, and some perspective.

Sunday, September 8, 2013

Its Time

Its time to say goodbye. Working full time as a SPED Teacher, part time running my learning clinic, being a Mom and writing for Simply Family Magazine... I just don't have time to blog like I used to. Its been fun and I'm glad you stopped by to join me. Feel free to swing by Simply Family Magazine each month or follow me on Facebook.

Sunday, August 18, 2013


We recently returned from a camping trip with the kids, which for the most part was a success. 

We left with four five kids and came home with five. 

They were all alive


aside from a few bug bites (those suckers were determined despite the copious amounts of bugspray liberally applied) 

were all in one, albeit very smelly, piece. 

I love camping. Always have. Every summer as a child was spent camping. I love being away from the hustle and bustle and facebook of life. Just you, your family/friends, and nature. Your kids peeing out of necessity but refusing to poop because that puts them in the biffy (outhouse) longer than the 15 seconds it takes them to pee. Cooking dinner on a fire, and your children learning why your nickname from long ago is "pyro". 

Time together as family. 

Tuesday, July 23, 2013

I HATE Hormones

I HATE hormones. With a passion. Especially when they're all over the board out of control. I've seriously considered wearing a sign that says "Just hand me chocolate and coke and everything will be okay". I was doing so well at not drinking soda too.

The thing I hate the most though is I am really short tempered when my hormones are fluctuating. What woman isn't, right? It drives me nuts though because that translates to a snippier mom. I really REALLY hate that. The simplest things can set me over the edge and therefore start a mommy-time out before I say or do something I'll regret.

How did we get the short end of the stick?! Oh yeah... it all goes back to Eve and the stupid apple. Don't you wish you could go back in time and stop her from that moment of stupidity?

I do and then realize that if it hadn't been her, someone else somewhere else would have been the one to screw up. We're human and therefore not perfect.

Thank God for that!

Tuesday, July 9, 2013

Parenting a Teen

Our godson, whom we lovingly refer to as "Old Man" (he acts like one and thinks its hysterical when we refer to him as one) has cognitive delay and apraxia (where he knows the words he wants to say but can not form them no matter how he tries or the years of therapy that he's had). He was a student of mine years ago. Cory and I didn't have any children at that point and loved spending time with him. We were thrilled and honored when his grandparents (another story for another day) asked us to become his godparents.

Fast forward to 2009, when his grandma, whom he'd known as Mama his whole life passed away. At that point we were given power of attorney for the Old Man to help with medical appointments and school related meetings (such as IEP's) as Papa was overwhelmed and wanted help.

This past January, when I went in for his IEP meeting, I was met by a team of very concerned teachers and administrators who had documentation and reports from neighbors, doctors, and social workers and basically told it was time for Cory and I to step in as parents. I won't go into more details than that, but it was agreed by everyone, including Papa, that it was time for Papa to be Papa and Cory and I to step in as Mom and Dad.

I remember not too long ago begging God for ONE child, and now I have four. I am beyond blessed and thankful for the chance to be mom to these four precious and amazing kids. I was just asked the other day if I would ever bring in more kids. I laughed and said its not really up to me. I thought when we got the Bulldozer and the Entertainer we were set, our prayers had been answered. Here I sit four kids later and I'm smart enough to know saying "nope we're good" and "never" are things you don't tell God. He sends two more kids your way just to remind you who the boss is.

In all seriousness though, its been a learning curve for sure these past 7 months. We're now parenting a 17 year old, 7 year old, 6 year old, and 5 year old. Don't let the cognitive delay or apraxia fool you either. The Old Man can be just as snippy and bull headed as any teen I've ever worked with. He adores his younger siblings though and loves the animals though, and laughs a lot.

I know parenting our other three during their teen years will be different in many ways, but it will also be similar. Love, patience, understanding and a sense of humor will go a long way.

Saturday, June 29, 2013

Recent Post

Just a quick note to say that my recent post was deleted because low and behold, I was selected to be a guest writer for Simply Family Magazine and what I had will be the first month's submission. Wowzers! If you could take a moment and pray for me, I'd appreciate it.

Pray that God uses this platform to reach other working moms in a way that brings him honor and glory.

Pray that I hear what He wants to have said, not what I think should be said.

Pray that whatever is written is uplifting, encouraging and funny for other working moms.

Much love and thanks!

Monday, April 22, 2013


So my last post was in January..... does that tell you how crazy life has been?! It's all good though.. I think.

Here's a snapshot of what's gone on since January.

Our 17 year old special needs godson moved in with us as his grandfather's health declines. This means we're now parenting preschool - teenage years...

The Bulldozer has turned FIVE and just recently had his check-up and shots for Kindergarten. I'll never forget when Cory got home and he looks at him proclaiming, Dad I got shot today!

Peanut is doing 2nd grade work (she's in 1st) and 3rd grade reading.

The Entertainer has figured out that loosing teeth is a lucrative way to make money until Mom catches on...

Cory's working crazy hours STILL

We had to ditch facebook as someone's birthmom is looking for us.... (NOT a good thing in our case)

Which means I'm working on learning to take better care of myself via massages, shopping, and manicures before the crazy train shows up...

but my most FAVORITE thing that has happened is being told by Peanut 

"Mommy, I love you to Jesus and back".