And the Radio Silence is because….

Well, folks.

I sure didn’t think I’d be writing this post!

But here we are.

That’s right.

I’m pregnant.

Remember that time at the beginning of this year when I said 2018 was the year that we finally had no big changes planned?

And then God laughed. And planned a big change. And I just have to shake my head and laugh along with him because I sure wouldn’t have picked this way as MY way. But here we are, and I know in my head (still working on the heart) that God’s ways are far greater than mine.

Our precious, unexpected blessing is due right around Thanksgiving.

I’m sick as a dog (how sick are dogs, really? I bet I’m sicker than that) and just over 10 weeks along.

I have a LOT to write about in regards to this…ALL of this. It’s been slightly overwhelming, especially with the morning sickness and keeping up with three kids. But I’ll just keep this short and sweet.

I appreciate so much your patience while I’ve been completely out of commission!

And, I appreciate so much everyone who is along for the wild ride with our little family on this little blog.

Buckle up, it’s about to get even wilder!


Spring Break 2018!

I had plans to write all about Spring Break today.

We just came off of 10 days of NO SCHOOL in our household, and I had some big plans that I knew would just look fantastic in a blog post!

Until real life happened.

And we.did.nothing.

Spring Break was not only underwhelming, it was downright…horrible.

I don’t know about other foster homes, but ours falls into a state of mega disrepair when we have any day that is slightly off routine. Having 10 days off a routine is just a disaster. I remember when I was a kid and when I was bored I would just find stuff to do. Sure, I complained to my parents a lot but they never provided any entertainment for me, and I eventually I would find something to do. This is not the case for Heavenly. She has a really hard time finding anything to do, and relies 110% on me to entertain her (I don’t.). I’m telling you, Moms, we all look forward to the day that our kids are old enough to not follow us around to every room of the house. Well, my friends…if I am ever to get up and leave the room, I have three children who follow me. Two who are young, and one who is much older. It can make for some challenges.

Spring Break started off well enough, and we had big thoughts/plans, but then the kids came down with some sort of crud, and we spent five days on the couch watching TV. Not at all my cup of tea or my desire for my children, but I guess it is what it is.

Spring Break by the Numbers:

6 full days off school

10 full days of Spring Break

2 (successful) sleepovers had by Heavenly!

1 Butterfly Garden visited

1 Easter Sunday celebrated

5 days sick on the couch

2 entire boxes of Kleenex used

12 approximate movies watched

1 bedroom wall painted

8 days during Spring Break that Theo spent at work

3 fun all-day adventure plans cancelled due to illness


I did manage to snap a few pictures at the butterfly garden and a few of Heavenly’s room painting. We didn’t get nearly as far as we wanted to and still have the other three walls to paint and some furniture to rearrange as well as just some general updates in other things. I wish I had more to share about our Spring Break, but sometimes things are just a bust!

I decided to be a brave and fun Mom and drive all the way to Cincinnati to visit Krohn Butterly Garden.

It was a photographers dream, with so many vivid colors and fun plants.

Heavenly spotted this old couple who were so cute. The old lady had a butterfly land on her, and her sweet husband pulled out his phone to snap a picture….with his flip phone. Heavenly thought it was adorable and hilarious.

Unfortunately, the rest of SW Ohio also thought it would be a fun destination for the day and it was CROWDED.

I personally loved it and thought it was fairly well priced, but my kids were very underwhelmed and not impressed. In the end, I’m not sure it was worth the hour drive one way and the fee to get in for my crew, but it would be an AWESOME homeschool field trip or part of a family day in Cincinnati.

Kiah really wanted to jump in the Koi Fish pond lol.

Heavenly was retrieving pennies out of the wishing well so that Tera and Kiah could throw them back in. I couldn’t tell if I should reprimand her or encourage her. Ha.


Goodbye, hideous wallpaper!

Goodbye, wallpaper glue!

We painted one wall with chalkboard paint, and we still need to finish the remaining walls in the room. So the after pictures will just have to wait!

Annnnnd….the rest of Spring Break looked just like this:

Three sick kids piled on the couch, rotting their brains. Lol.

Unpopular Opinions

Do you have any opinions that seem to be really unpopular? Let me explain what I mean by this…do you have any opinions that you seem to be in the minority with?

I’ll go first and say a few of mine. These are not meant to cause controversy, but rather create a dialogue. It’s ok if we are all unique and have some unpopular opinions here and there!

For example…

I don’t shop at Target. I honestly don’t understand the allure. If we are looking for cheap things that look nice, what’s wrong with Walmart? And the dollar section? Why do we call it this? I’ve never seen anything in that section that costs less than $3. And while it’s all super cute, $3 adds up REAL quick.

I don’t drink coffee. Maybe this will change one day, but I doubt it. I just don’t like it. I also don’t drink wine. Am I even a millennial Mom?

Leggings are not pants. I was hoping this trend would fade rather quickly, but instead it’s lasted years and carried many a MLM plan on it’s wings. I just don’t understand it. Why do we want to sheathe our nether regions in something that leaves absolutely nothing to the imagination- and frankly some of us need some imagination back there? I truthfully don’t enjoy standing in line behind a fully outlined butt. I totally get it as comfortable attire for around the house and leggings can look incredibly cute with a tunic or under a dress but I’m ready for this style to go out already.

Kids should not have smart phones. The internet seems to be up in arms about children having smart phones. Most parents I hear online say they don’t support young children having phones. But I don’t know where those parents are in my child’s 6th grade lineup. Every single child that I’ve met from her school has their very own smart phone. It’s become so hard for us to let Heavenly go to anyone’s house to hang out or have a sleepover because each time they end up playing on the phones for hours, and usually on apps that are just not wise (I’ve caught the girls in my own home on dating apps, posting inappropriate photos on snapchat, and messaging strangers on another app. That’s just in my own house, where they know I’m strict. What’s going on when there is no monitoring? Also, if you think your child isn’t doing this, I’d encourage you to think again). I say NO to children owning their own smart phones. Let’s let them be kids. And if they HAVE to have a phone for school pickups and sports practices, get them a flip phone!

I need a top sheet. According to Facebook, most millennials don’t use top sheets. Heavenly doesn’t use one and I found it completely absurd. And then I realized that most of her generation and the generation right after me don’t use one. WHAT? Who are these people?


So what about you? What are some unpopular opinions that you have? Do you agree or disagree with my unpopular opinions?

And just to round out this blog post with something that will bring us all together, the most popular opinion of all lately seems to be:


Right? Am I right?


To the Mom with the Beat-Up Car

I’m over on the Dayton Mom’s Blog today writing a letter to my fellow Mom’s who drive old, beat-up cars.

“But do you know what else I see in you, Mama with the beat-up car? I see a Mama (or Dad!) who is working the hardest they can with what they’ve got. I see you pulling up to school, or church, or the park, even though you might feel like you belong to a different group of people. I see you making sacrifices for the sake of your children, understanding that driving a beat-up car means saying yes to something else.” 


Head on over to the Dayton Mom’s Blog to read the rest!





Now I’m the One Who Doesn’t Have it Together

My entire life, I’ve always had it together.

I’m the person who works hard to earn what I want.

I worked hard for good grades.

I worked hard to make good decisions in who I was friends with, and to stay away from trouble.

I worked hard to plan my family and choose a church and choose a job and be wise with money. I’ve worked hard, and so often I’m pretty sure that I’ve got it together.

Of course, I have bad days…we all do. There are days were my kids are crying in the store, or I’m just a mess at home or I just can’t seem to get through that to-do list. These days are not rare, but I usually feel a general sense of “having it together”.

I mean…our family is still functioning. We have three kids and although I sometimes have a hard time, I usually reach the end of a day, week or month feeling like I generally have a hang on life.

Until now.

Now I’m the One Who Doesn’t Have It All Together.

Last week, I attended church on a Sunday. With my three kids. Without my husband. I’ve recently been better at asking my church family if they would be willing to help me on Sundays, since Sundays are really hard. From the moment I walk into the doors of church, to the moment I leave, there are numerous people who are willing to help me.

But sometimes my kids are not willing to be helped, and I’m now The One who doesn’t have it together- at all.

We show up late, some has their pants on backwards, someone is missing a shoe. Someone is mad at me because I didn’t have time to braid her hair. Someone cries at the nursery drop off, and someone else throws a temper tantrum on the way into the sanctuary. We sit in the service and I spent 88 out of the 90 minutes telling my children what NOT to do, and what they should or could do instead. I’m exhausted. After the service, we gather downstairs for a church meal. I begin to panic, knowing that I’ve overestimated the capacity of my children to handle this day. The two younger ones are DONE, and we haven’t even reached the main part of the afternoon. What was I thinking, signing myself up for this? What was I thinking, even attempting to be at church for a meal after a long service that my children nearly fell apart in? What was I thinking, even being at church that morning when we were ALL a mess before we even stepped out of the door?

After the meal, our church had a lovely time of reciting Scripture. Together, the church memorized the entire book of Colossians. Each family took several verses and stood up front to recite their portion. Children of all ages are standing up front and reciting these beautiful verses from God’s Word. I’m not naive- I know the hard work that went into this. Hours around the dinner table, the breakfast table, the bedtime, practicing these verses. I’m sure there were temper tantrums and tears and overall, a faithful endurance as each family conquered their piece of Scripture.

And then came my turn. I nervously approached the microphone, holding Kiah in my arms. Tera, of course, disobeyed orders to stay in her seat and joined me up front. Heavenly asked me why she wasn’t allowed to go up front. As I held the microphone, Kiah grabbed at it and I shifted his weight to begin my verses. One person approached to take Kiah from me, and Kiah let out a high-pitched scream. My concentration was off, and I reeled. Kiah dropped his Paci and Tera picked it up to hand it to me. A second person approached to help me with Kiah, and again he refused. At this point I don’t even know where I am in my verse let alone what my verse is. It’s all over. As I stand in front, I am humbled to embarrassment. What a mess. I quickly read through my remaining verses, and book it out of there as fast as possible.

I left church feeling like it couldn’t possibly be the place for me. I didn’t belong there, among all the other families whose children can sit so quietly in the service, and who are able to spend hours practicing verses and successfully reciting them in front of a room full of people. I left feeling like I couldn’t possibly belong. Not because people didn’t welcome me in, or try to help me, but because I was too much of a mess to be useful in a place like that, amongst people like that (who are now so unlike me in my hot-mess-ness).

For the person who once always had it together, that was a really challenging conclusion to arrive at. It was a really challenging day. It was not only embarrassing and humbling, but I was quickly realizing that no matter how hard I try, I cannot have it together.

And this place of absolutely wrecked abandon?

It’s the right place to be.

It means that I cannot do, so the only thing I have left is Christ in me.

It means that I can sympathize with those who enter into a church or a new friend group feeling like they just don’t have it all together.

It means that I can be the first one to step forward and say “Hey, I certainly don’t have it all together. Let’s be messes together”.

It means that my children get to see a Mom who tries her best and works her hardest, but still needs Jesus. Every day (but especially Sundays LOL).

It means that I’m finally the one who doesn’t have it together.

So whether you are the one who does have it together, and you wonder how hard it can be to just pull it together, I’m here to tell you that on some days, it’s nearly impossible.

And if you are the one who doesn’t have it together, I’m here to tell you that I’m with you. I’m the one whose children don’t sit still in church, I’m the one who can’t seem to make it anywhere on time, I’m the one who has kids who are missing shoes and have their pants on backwards.

You are not alone.

(Now someone please tell me I’m not alone)