the mother of all play dates.   the one that goes down in history.  i'll never forget it.   here goes: i'm pretty tight with a group of mama's who have little people.  one in particular has three tots the same exact age as mine.  on saturday we met up like we always do.  nothing was different except that her husband tagged along-whom i had yet to meet.   we pull in at the same time and i dash over to her van to greet her.  this is when i shake hands to meet the husband.  meanwhile, my friend starts talking about how her baby was fussy the night before (which is very unusual for this super laid back guy), and how he is refusing to eat.  you know, mama-talk. and then, bam, the flood gates open and my milk lets down.  it was completely out of my control at this point.  i was only wearing ...

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mama's know things. like when it's time to pull-the-chord on all the going, and relax.  at home.   re-connect as a family unit, and to ration out your attention to those extremely deserving babies.  it's so much fun to go-go-go, but i need the balance of staying put, or this family unit falls apart.  and by thursday, this unit was a hot mess.  we thrive on a routine. so come thursday, a quick text message to my friend basically stated, that i must cancel our plans for the next day due to a batch of overstimulated marshalls.  that was the best decision i've made in a long, long time.  simply because, mama's know things.   like when it's time to wake up, sip on that first cup of coffee, and allow the praise music to set the tone for a new day.  which, may i add, i am extra thankful for new days when they follow those tougher ...

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the first few hours of a road trip are always the hardest, in my recent opinion.  it's sorta like running.  the beginning takes work.  a push, a struggle.  then you find that pace, and float. then you catch that runners high.  except this high came in the form of broken crackers matted to the carpet, crayons flung about, mangled pony tails, and the sweet reality that this mini-van was filled with my most favorite people.  my family.  i felt uncontrollably blessed.  like i could totally open the side door, throw my body out, and roll like they do on the movies, and not harm a single bone. travelers high, yee-doggy!!     my children were so wonderful on the road.  they were given my absolute, undivided attention for twelve solid hours.  they were loving life.  i sat in the back of the mini van while the husband tuned us out, listening to pandora with his ear buds.  and ...

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when something occupies this much of my mind and heart, i have to write.  it feels good to digest it once through living it, and another time in retrospect-through writing.  to me it is somehow healing.  therapy. and when it's about your first born, you go ahead and grab a box of kleenex and just let your heart loose.  that boy sure does have a healthy grip around my heart.  i mean he was the first one to spin it into an overload oblivion almost five years ago.  and boy did my whole world change.  richness that i just can't describe.   but when my babies struggle, i crumble.   i wrote a post describing the hardest season on this parenting journey (you can read that by clicking here), and am daily grateful for the way it has changed my perspective on parenting.  it's more fair to all my children this way.  had i not ...

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all of our days have been ending in a fierce, and competitive round of candyland here lately.  it's been a delightful way to call it a night.  i love being left with the satisfaction that my babies scored some quality time with me.  and dude, candyland is fun as heck!! but i'm guilty (as charged!).  nathan and i were making our way to the candy castle, one flip-of-the-card at a time, and my gingerbread man was gaining on nathan's.  then i passed him.   as my man makes it closer to the castle, i start to panic.  i do not, and i repeat, i do not want to win.  i want nathan to make it to the castle first so he can feel proud and i can slap him a high-five.  since he's four and doesn't pay no mind to what i'm doing, i quickly rearrange the top cards so that he picks ...

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Wow. This week was really, really good. I guess I expected it to have a shaky start given the fact that my mother-in-law left and that always leaves an unsettled dust in the air. It's never easy to get back in the swing after a momma leaves. But surprisingly, it was a smooth week. I dreaded her departure because I was majorly enjoying her constant company, all the extra doses of love my children were getting, and all the extra help throughout the day. But this week gave me a confidence boost; an absolute, sure-fire amount of certainty. Almost seven weeks later and I'm feeling fully adjusted, and that, my friends, is 2 legit 2 quit--hey-hey. Now that song is stuck in my head, haha. No but seriously, I've felt a lot of stretching and pulling take place these past seven weeks as my hormones were finding their new balance, my older two were settling into ...

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I married the laid-back, quiet type,  he married the busy-body, not quiet type. We couldn't be any more opposite, which is so perfect. I need him to balance out my free-spirit, and he needs me to free his spirit. He calls me his little firecracker. bang-bang. He credits me for keeping our lives fun,  I credit him for keeping our lives a-float.   Our fourth of july was really, really fabulous. I was all for painting our faces, waving american flags, fighting all the traffic just to join the crowd. I had this vision of a perfect (albeit, crazy) fourth of july on the beach, with patriotic snacks, and all that jazz. That is so me. He opted for just the opposite.   That is so him. I gladly declined my over-the-top festivities, and jumped right on board. A seven dollar trip to walmart later, and we had just the right amount of holiday in the ...

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When life hands you a tropical storm the week that you have theme parks plans, the husband scheduled off work, and his mother in town...you brew another pot of coffee, appreciate the company, and realize when it's all said and done that it was better this way. Our plans didn't get ruined, just changed. We stayed in town, ate dessert after every single meal, and laughed, a lot. If I had to wrap this week up in one word, it would be...delicious. 'Cause starbucks' blueberry muffins, fresh baked cookies, and extra servings of ice cream weren't the only thing packing something delicious this week. After all, before my mother-in-law showed up, I had just came out of a week that took every last drop of my energy and patience. I was tapped out, so yes, this week was, without a doubt, lick-your-lips delish. All the storming did was make more room for lazy mornings piled around the living ...

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