Dear Mom.

Here's the thing...

It's just bound to happen some night when you're washing your face...You look in the mirror, the only word that

 comes to mind is just too bad to say. 

Where did it come from and who caused it? 

Next thing you know, you're buying a $23 face cream and using it so sparingly in disbelief that that jar has found a home in your bathroom drawer.

I'm not going to say the "W" word because it's just ugly.

...but on the other hand...

Who really cares. Really.

Then there's coffee. I remember mom making a pot every single morning and pouring a cup in the morning rush to school... and always spilling it on the way out the door. Always. I wondered really why is it so necessary to bother with something that tastes so bad? I've learned. 

I'm hooked and I even use the same creamer she does with every cup. 

"Told ya so."

I'm expressing my introduction to motherhood and beyond here.

This life is never boring.

I'm a wife.

I'm a mom.

And I can't imagine being anything else.

Well, maybe a hairstylist.

Here you go mom, after random tears throughout the day, (yes, from myself) 

bottles, diapers, tantrums, laundry, dishes...

I owe it to you...

Thank you for all you always did for Ellie & me.

This is definitely the most exhausting and rewarding job God created. 

You always encouraged us, laughed with us, and never failed us.

And here I am...raising two kids too. 

And drinking the same coffee.

Incentives.

First of all, I'd like to state that I've never paid over $50 for jeans.

And once I became a mother, $50 is a heck of a lot to spend on any type of clothing for myself.

Not that I haven't wanted to, of course.

If you're a mostly thrifty shopper like myself you can find the deals. If you want a deal bad enough, you spot out those special places that hold the treasure.

So here I am, three months after giving birth and I'm stuck.

Stuck in two pair of jeans that I hate to wear and nothing else that I feel comfortable in.

I was headed out the other day with the my little one, who was content enough for me to focus...

I was on the lookout for jeans.

Transitional jeans.

I hate that word. I just want to be there NOW, darn it.

Anyway, I found a deal. I've never bought designer jeans because I refuse to pay the INSANE amount they retail for. The Joe's Jeans above...I just found retail for $165. 

Folks out there who actually pay that...you've lost your mind.

Once I found two pair of amazing jeans for two amazing prices,

 I realized they're also two sizes too small.

Immediately my mind turns into a list of pros and cons for buying the things.

Giving up my Reese's, really. It's almost too much to handle.

But then I remembered, back in the day, when I felt so good in my jeans.

The jeans you love (designer or not) actually fitting you in all the right places.

That was enough incentive to run to the checkout counter and never look back.

(I used to buy inexpensive jeans and have them tailored. If you're at the size you're comfortable at, 

do this. Just do it, you'll feel like a million bucks, I swear. You'll look it too.)

SO here I am with brand new jeans I can't wear and 23 lbs to lose.

I'm ahead of myself compared to my first round losing baby weight, so I know it's all possible.

The only time I'm able to make it to the gym is 5 a.m.

Marcy's is still waking up once during the night, usually about 4 a.m.

Feeling like a complete zombie isn't wonderful, either.

But I know, yes, these are all excuses. I need to suck it up, and jump back in the gym.

Some of you mothers are running marathons...something I can't even wrap my brain around.

I figure the least I could do would be to TRY.

Here I go. 

Two or three sizes to drop.

23 lbs to shed.
2 pair of jeans to squeeze this toosh into.

And I passed up Krispy Kreme. 

That'a girl.

Simple Pleasures.

This morning I promised myself to 

make the most of this Sunday.

The weather was heavenly, and there were no plans to follow.

I spread a blanket out in the yard and

dove into a new book I grabbed while thrifting a while back. 

We played in the sunshine.

Of course, enjoyed bare feet all day.

And even though we still aren't residing on the countryside,

that doesn't hold me back from hanging 

 bed sheets to dry in the back yard.

Maybe an eyesore to the neighbors, but boy oh boy, will we all sleep so good tonight.

(I have dreams of hanging clothes on the line...)

The family ate both lunch and dinner outside together,

and I fried okra for the first time for the boys.

I love life at home.

The most simple things are what we need most.

Brady J brought to me my favorite surprise.

Quick Bathroom Update.

I mentioned to Brian that our bathroom cabinets had to be next on the list of projects!

They were awfully chipped and scratched since we had painted them the first time.

Unfortunately I have no before and after shots because he started painting them as a surprise.

(That's not unfortunate.)

I came home to brand new cabinets!

Such a good man he is.

I ran to Hobby Lobby this morning in search of some cool hardware.

Found it, at 50% off!

The place just gets better every time.

The amazing herringbone pattern below is the scrapbook paper

 I grabbed to line all of our bathroom drawers. 

Both master & kids for only $7!

It's a quick update, hopefully to be finished this weekend.

Hopefully.

Bare Feet & Dirty Jeans.

If something out there could make my heart happier, 

I can't imagine what it would be.

 The air was warmer and the sun was brighter.

Bare feet and dirty jeans.

We shared his favorite cuties and read books in his "fort".

Threw rocks, just because he wanted to.

He told me that little orange bugs lived under the fuzzy rocks.

Played with cars on the front porch. 

And a walk in the sunshine with Marcy Lane.

These days mean more to me than I have the words to tell.

Days At Home.

 I've got one too big for his britches, 

and another who just wants to be cuddled.

I swear they plan their meltdowns together just to frazzle me.

His shirt is covered in the marker he found. So was the sofa.

She smiles when her brother throws a ball at her, so I know they're going to be 

a hilarious train wreck of a pair in a few years.

Our days at home are so wild and wonderful.

Potty training hasn't really started yet. 

I honestly don't even want to go there.

Marcy Lane is staying awake so much longer during the days!

She's so close to sleeping through the night.

All the chaos, all the mess. The dishes, the laundry, the toys, the diapers, the tantrums...

it becomes so much a part of you that as soon as you step away from it, you want it back so bad it hurts. 

Sounds crazy, I know. 

When you learn to juggle every day life, chores around the house, two babies, work, (oh, yeah!) your marriage PLUS having a social life... someone please tell me what happens when they go off to school. 
Are you bored out of your mind? 

Do I go back to work more often? Do I take up a hobby?!

Our days at home are pretty special.

Two kids taking a nap at the same time is too.

Brady J.

It's been far too long since I've spent an 

afternoon in the sun with Brady J. 

I've missed him so much my heart aches. He's growing and learning and talking like crazy, and I'm scared to death to miss a beat. He loves to hold hands and play with cars. He loves to eat Cuties and beets, omelette's and chocolate milk. 

If you ask him "Where did you learn that?" He says "Jesus." 

He's hilarious, unpredictable, and 

loves everything about life.

He takes care of his little sister in all sorts of ways.

He'll do anything to play outside, and he's started singing a lot lately.

That's my favorite.

He loves to learn, and will carry on a conversation with just about anyone.

The faster time passes, the more I realize that nothing compares to the love between a family.

I always want to remember the silly things like his handsome hands like his daddy's and his amazing eyelashes. 

Oh, those eyelashes.

When I look at Brady, I will never understand all the blessings or why God chose me to to be his mother.

He stole my heart and made life beautiful.