When I first thought about starting a blog, I knew I wanted it to be “Real”. I didn’t want to portray an Instagram-ready, picture-perfect mom life…These photos are my real life. My highlights. My mundane. My crazy. I hope they make you smile.
This colorful homemade playdough is great for young kids! It is easy to make, non-toxic, and, when properly stored, lasts 3-6 months.
I have a story to tell. But, all week, I’ve struggled with the words. Because it’s not a pretty story…Will you join me in praying for Steven?
How We Really Can Live with Less and Why It Is Important- Summer Minimalism Challenge Part 2: Clothes
When we live a life of possessions, it is easy for us to rely on those things when times get tough. We fool ourselves into believing that we don’t need Jesus. We can pull ourselves up by our bootstraps because we have extra clothes and extra money. The thing is, when we don’t have those things, we can’t do anything else than lean on Jesus.
I spend most of my waking hours swept up in a whirlwind of chaos, joy, and constant movement. I used to wake up to an alarm clock everyday. I would leisurely hit the snooze button ten times before slowly getting out of bed. These days I’m woken up each morning with a child a quarter inch from my face saying yelling “MOMMY! WAKE UP!!!”
Yesterday, I turned 33. In some ways, I love my thirties. I am no longer an unsure twenty-something trying to find my way in life. I have direction and purpose. And yet, in some ways, I don’t want to grow older. With age, comes worry. Fear. The more I know about the world, the more I realize all that could go wrong. Can you relate?
Do you have stuffed animals bursting from your child’s room? Are tiny Legos scattered throughout your house? Is cleaning up all the toys an overwhelming task? It is time to take back your home and organize toys for good.
When I was a child, I loved the 4th of July. It was like Christmas in July for me. Not because of the parades or the cookouts. It wasn’t the sparklers or even the fireworks. It certainly wasn’t the independence or freedom we had as Americans (although perhaps it should have been!) The 4th of July was special because it was the one day…
I don’t know where I’d be without REAL friends. You know the ones. The ones who don’t bat an eye when your toddler is throwing a fit on the ground because their child was doing the same thing ten minutes ago. The ones who don’t clean up their house and make it look picture-perfect right before you come over. The friends who will stop everything and take your crazy children for an hour just so you can breathe.