You are already more

aghhhh, I hate the fact that I’m even making a post on this, but for wahater reason I just can not stop going over quotes, statements, opinions in my head. I usually pay 0 attention to the live feeds and posts on whatever is happening around us. Why? Because it sucks. All of it!! Just sucks. I don’t like to feel sad, threatened, confused, mad, or disgusted and those are pretty much the only feelings I have by watching or reading any type of news. I am much happier ignoring it all and living in my little world with all of my boys. But these women are killing it for me. Maybe it’s because they are women, I can relate to that. And it aggravates me that they are finding other things to be so passionate about other than the real beauties of being a woman- a MOTHER & a WIFE. No matter what accomplishments I achieve in my lifetime they will never be greater nor more powering to me than being those two above referenced roles. I mean I can literally grow life πŸ‘ŠπŸ» that’s pretty freaking cool and powerful. As a woman I can take a very broken person and make them whole again by something as simple as a touch. That’s our gift. We are love, we are nurture, we are compassion, we are beautiful, those things make us super-hero powerful. How do so many women today not see that? 

I admire, respect, and am so proud of any of my sisters who set a goal and bust it to achieve it. No matter what that goal is (work, health, wealth) but please do not loose sight of the most important things being a woman entails. What we were made for. Like it or not we were designed to be more delicate. And for good reason. 

fun fact – did you know that only a woman can grow, carry, and birth life? Yes, really! Only us. No matter how much money or fight a man gives he will never be able to do that. So you see, we are not equal. Women can have everything a man has and no matter what we will never be equal, because they physically just never can do things we can do. But are you really fighting for equality? Or are you fighting for power? To be more than a man. Why? I for one am glad I am not a man. Being a woman is already so much more. Being a woman is already so empowering in itself. Every woman is so beautiful, our bodies in themselves have such a story. Our hearts are like no other.

“Men and women are meant to complement one another. Not to be equal or to over-power. The genders are meant to balance each other out.” 

A big problem in the world today is the lack of love. Everything else important and great comes from love so if we do not have love for one another we will never have anything. No respect, no loyalty, no true wealth. And guess what big girl, that love starts with you. We are women, we are mothers, sisters, daughters, we are the love. Exert it! πŸ’•

Another fun fact- You can not demand respect if you do not deserve it. You do not have to earn my respect. You automatically have it for the simple fact that you are a human. But you can loose respect. If you can not carry yourself, dress yourself, or speak in a manner that is appropriate then you can easily loose all respect. Your fight is meaningless to me if you can not properly conduct yourself. And for the love of all women, please remove the tape from your nipples and stop scribbling on yourselves with permanent markers. You are only proving other people’s points, not your own. 

Thanks for reading my ramblings, there are so many other things I have said in my head but at the moment I just can not get them out. My two littles are fighting over a puzzle so duty calls πŸ˜‰ (like what I did there)




Don’t shoot meΒ 

“NO NO NOT ME!!! We here fo Landry!! NOOOO, don’t shoot me, AGHHHHH!” – Layton at the doctors office yesterday. 

Once again we found ourselves in the pediatrician’s office. This go around both littles were given a shot for the Croup and Landry also had an ear infection. This winter has definitely kicked our butt and it isn’t even over yet. My kids, well the two little ones mostly, just can’t seem to stay well. I honestly have no clue how either, I assume Logan probably brings the germs home from school, while he stays perfectly fine the babies catch it all. 

Trips to see the doctor are some of the most dramatic meltdowns I have ever seen as a mom. Remember my update post where we were sick the week before Christmas (like 3 weeks ago πŸ™„). Ok, so that trip Layton is crying “not me” and “I’m ok, I’ll be ok” “We fine, it’ll be ok” just repeating everything I say over and over. Sitting in the chair while we are working on his two brothers, saving him for last. He legit screams “aghhhhh” when the doctor just looks at him. It really is so hilarious, pitiful also, but funny. There was one time I had finally calmed him down and just for laughs the doc patted his head 😩😩 “aghhhhhh” “nooooo” “aghhhhhh”. 

No joke, they hate to see us coming. They know us by name, I can hear it in their voice when they answer the phone. We walk in the door – “Oh crap, not this lady again with those dang kids.” “Ok team here’s the game plan, Nurse A you call their name. Nurse B you get the restraints and the muzzle. Nurse C you turn the tv up in the waiting room so others can’t hear.” “I’ll diagnose real quick while Nurse D you’re getting the paperwork and prescriptions ready. Let’s get in and get them out quick! Ready? Ok, break!” 

This last trip was nothing short of the same. As soon as they called his name, “uh oh, oh no, no, I can’t” we were only weighing him. (The baby straight chill in the stroller, looking at his bro like…. πŸ˜‘) Once we were in the room he backed himself into the corner and pleaded his case of “we are here for Landry, not me” begging them please “don’t shoot me” (he didn’t want a shot) When our nurse sat down he looked at his finger “don’t give me a bad bandaid” he knew the prick was coming!!! 

Thankfully he quickly fell asleep in the car and stayed asleep until after Logan was home from school. The first thing he wanted to do was show Logan his boo boos “Logan I kept telling them to stop now!” while showing him his bottom where he got the shot. ☹️ that was immidately followed by the most pitiful sad face and the biggest most sincere brother hug. He just fell into Logan’s arms 😭 
(he really did keep saying “stop now” while we were holding him down for his shot.)

This is why my phone is always close by πŸ’™

I often scroll my photo roll looking at how much the boys have grown and changed and reminence on what was happening in the photo. The majority of our pictures are snapshots of us around the house, just playing and hanging out. I suck when it comes to capturing events and holidays. I try to hurry a picture together in the beginning before we get going because I usually don’t have my phone out while real things are happening. Regardless, even when I do try it’s nothing but grumbles from everyone anyways πŸ™„. I see pictures of the boys playing, or crying (yes, I’m that horrible mom that thinks loud bellowing crys are hilarious and can’t help but take a picture). Pictures of them sleeping, watching tv, coloring, playing outside, bathtimes, our every day lives. The moments where we really see who our babies are and I can scroll my iPhone and watch their personalities form. 

However, I find myself seeing photos from two years ago when Layton was a baby, and I can’t remember him. I’ll try so hard to picture him and it seems impossible without a picture. I’ll watch videos, for instance the first video we have of him laughing, at Logan of course, and I remember it all happening but realize I had forgotten that sweet sound. This happens with all three of my boys. Why? It bothers me to the core. Am I the only mama that can’t remember. I wonder do we just live most days going through the motions and not truly taking in every moment. I’ll hold Landry to me and literally inhale his sweet baby scent, hoping to never forget it. Logan is so grown and has changed so much, I can hardly think of when it was just us and remember what that felt like. 

We stay so busy, even when our calander is empty, so busy with our day-to-day schedules. Always feeling like there isn’t enough time in a day (there isn’t) that we often rush though most days and never really make moments last. Thankfully I take pictures daily, that we can look at. Logan loves to flip through them, him and I will lay in bed laughing at old pictures and videos. If it weren’t for them so many of those days would never be remembered. So many sweet sounds and features that fade with age would rarely come to life again. I have no digital files from Logans birth – age 4 ☹️ due to broken computers & phones. Luckily printing photos was still a thing then and I have photo albums tucked away. In 2014 I started making yearbooks through Shutterfly and hope to keep that going for many years to come. We look at them often and I also love to sit them out at birthday parties for family to look at. My goal for 2017 is to update the album online monthly so I’m not sorting through 1000s of pictures each January πŸ™ˆ

β€’he cut his own hair (4 years old)β€’

β€’we have a weird fettish with boxes πŸ˜‚β€’

β€’he’s a hand holderβ€’β€’scrolling photos has made me realize my kids never wear pants πŸ™ˆβ€’

β€’please never let me forget all of those rolls πŸ™πŸ»β€’

Logan’s own room

About a year ago Logan and Layton started sharing a bedroom. Layton was moving out of his crib and Logan really wanted him to sleep in his room with him. So we moved out the full size bed and replaced it with two twin beds. They have loved it, usually at some point throughout the night one of them wake up and get in bed with the other. That is possibly one of my favorite parts of being a mom. Walking back to check on them at night and seeing them curled up with each other ☺️

Then, over Christmas break Logan made a comment about wanting somewhere he could put all of his things and the babies not be able to break them: Legos, board games, drone, binoculars, the list really goes on. So we talked about actually making the back bedroom his own. That way he could keep all of his things together instead of scattered in every drawer and closet like we’ve been doing. We can even lock the door when he isn’t here to keep little bros out if we needed to. we need to. Cliff and I moved his twin bed in there for the time being until I can get him another ready (the twin beds match so they’ll go back together in the shared room since Landry will be making a big boy move soon) 

The first time Layton noticed Logans bed gone he was upset. “Ohhhhhh, where’s Logan bed? Where Logan go? Come back!!” I picked Logan up from his cousin’s house and when he came home was the first time his room was finally ready (two week process πŸ™ˆ) I think he was a little bummed about his bed being moved too, he actually realized he ‘moved out’. Of course that night he got in the bed with Layton. And the entire next day all Layton wanted to do was hang out in Logan’s new room while he was off at school. 

Layton moved into his bed when he was 14M old. Landry will be 1 year in a month so those two are very close to being roomies. I’m still pretty positive I’ll wake up to all three boys in the same bed most mornings. πŸ‘¦πŸ»πŸ‘ΆπŸ»πŸ‘ΆπŸ»

update β€’

Lord help me πŸ˜† sorry guys it’s been so long since I posted on the boys but it has been nothing less than absolute chaos lately. When I sit down and think about getting a post written someone usually screams bloody murder. (literally) But ya know what, it’s a new year – new me πŸ˜‚ hah. but for real, I do hope to keep my blog posts a little more current this year.

I don’t even know where to start to catch y’all up. I guess the month of December ? Cliff went hunting out of town a few times this season so it’s been mostly mom on the home front. The kids are lunatics and my house is a mess, or as the cute little saying goes, my kids are making memories. December came rolling in with a bang. Apparently most of Logan’s friends were born that month because we literally had 3 birthday parties in one weekend.The Tuesday after that weekend (second week of the month) Logan had to stay out of school sick and within a day both babies were sick as well. Turned out Logan had strep and the two littles had RSV. Logan and Landry got well quick but poor little Layton carried it on into the next week. Finally after two doctor visits they were able to give him steroids to help out. He ended up having to miss our Christmas at Cliff’s grandparents house because of still being contagious ☹️ That Sunday Logan had an accident that led us to the ER. We were at a Christmas party when Mr.Independent tried to open a box with a knife. He cut towards himself instead of away and cut his wrist. There are no words for the feeling that hit me. (heart stopped) Out of all of the commotion I heard a very scared and quiet whisper ‘Mom.’ I knew immediately what had happened. I look. It’s deep. Like through his wrist deep. It’s barely bleeding so I kept telling myself that’s good. It was a very tiny incision but it was so deep that I didn’t know if he may need a stitch or two. Plus just because of the location (and me knowing what could have just happened), my heart needed someone else to say “Mom y’all are fine!”

We go on to the ER where he only needed to have it cleaned and glued, which made for a very relieved little boy. But the first words from the doctors mouth were “Mom this could have been devastating, he could not have been any closer.” (me still holding it together) 😩

Mind you, that entire week was one of Cliff’s big hunting trips. My limits were tested. My kids found out just what moms are made of that week. But it doesn’t end there. I was working with buyers all through this time and a few days later while I’m on my way to meet them I was ran off of the road and I hit a trash can. I’m pretty sure the trash can was made of lead because it never moved. However, it crumbled the front of my Acadia and shattered my mirror.

BTW ,driver of the red truck, I am OK. Thank you so much for stopping to check and apologizing πŸ™„ not.

Sometime last month Logan lost both of his front teeth. 1 one night and the other the next night. 

Finally we (I think) have made it to the week of Christmas. It’s all such a big blur, one thing  I do know is that I have never been so ready for a new year. We brought 2017 in with an Alabama win and spending the (kid-free) evening at a friend’s house. That was the first time in a very long time that we stayed out until 2:00am. I am still trying to recoup. Oh, but wait, Landry is cutting back teeth! #norestfortherad 

Here’s to 2017 πŸ₯‚

It’s beginningΒ 

to look a lot like Christmas πŸŽ…πŸ» We have finally gotten that cold & dreary winter rain. After a very dry last few months we are welcoming it here. This past Friday night Cliff and I attended our first holiday party of the season. Sometimes it just feels so nice to dress fancy and drink wine from a real glass made of glass, mamas I know you feel me. β€οΈ this red dress (Jville locals) I got it from SWANK 

and can I get a ROLLπŸ‘ŠπŸ»TIDE. SEC champs

Sunday we celebrated Logan’s little football teams undefeated season and their championship at the bowling alley with his teammates. 

After the party we hurried to Cliff’s grandparent’s church where Logan and Layton participated in a Christmas play. Logan was a shepherd and Layton was a sheep, his only job was to walk and stay with Logan πŸ™„ that was the only thing he did not do. 

And since I haven’t made a post in awhile (just so lazy πŸ™ˆ) here’s a quick catch up. 

The baby is now 10M old with 5 completely through teeth and two mare about to pop through at anytime. He’s seriously the sweetest, chunkiest, happiest little dude ever. He has started taking steps, so far the most he has taken is about 7 but he gets more comfortable and better balance every few days. Layton is nothing less than a little firecracker and this dude has an unbelievable vocabulary. You really never know what he will say, he’s hilarious, he hears and repeats everything, he is so smart and seems so much bigger than two. I swear I need to start a weekly post with nothing but quotes from this kid. Logan is 7 going on 17. Apparently this is the age that the huffing and puffing and eye rolling stage happens. (I’m beginning to understand why the good lord didn’t bless us with a girl, he knew what he was doing, right now Logan has enough sass to make up for it) but he’s still my kid and I have to love him πŸ˜‚ that’s a joke you guys. No matter what he’s still my first dude, he still loves to have his mama hold him to sleep, and he really loves his little bros. him and Layton play really well together, most of the time. That 5 year age gap makes picking a little too easy. 

We got our tree up over Thanksgiving week. Right now and probably the next few years we have a small tree on top of a table in attempts to keep kids from crawling in it, pulling it over, and grabbing ornaments. Everyone does a pretty good job staying out of it but everyone loves making the bottom of the table a hang out. We do have a live tree and I love it. It’s worth “the mess” everyone warns you about (ps. it’s really not that bad) There is something so traditional about a live tree, and it just smells like Christmas, I don’t ever want another artificial, I love having live trees. ornaments: majority are from Kohls, a few from Walmart and Lowes, and the little felt birds are from Target last year. β€’Wanna know a huge $ saving tip for xmas decor? My favorite store,dirt cheap, most things there are from Target and they are automatically 50% off β€’ 

Hope you all have been having an awesome start to your holidays. I’m doing my best to make it as special for our boys as I can. A lot of times days just slip by and we don’t even move our countdown, I have started planning and prepping and having everything ready and set aside for at least 1-2 days a week for a “special” night. Wether it be making decor, baking cookies, or cuddling on the couch for a movie. The simplest things to us can really mean so much to them. 


So y’all all remember about two posts ago we were hoping to hear that we were going to purchase property and sell our current home. Well after a few weeks of trying to work our schedule to meet the agent out there we finally just decided to write an offer on what we knew about it. But once we sat down and were talking about what to offer we were realizing that we felt like the asking was over priced, by a pretty good bit. As an agent I knew if we sent in a low offer it’ll probably just receive a “thanks but no thanks” so instead we actually made the decision to pay a licensed appraiser to give us a report and that way we would know the actual appraised value. And we were right, well actually we were wrong, we thought it was valued a little higher than he did. A lot of it is in flood plains, some of you know what that means, some of you don’t, either way it’s all a little boring but being in a flood plain decreases the value of your land. Cliff knew all of the ins and outs about it. Anyways, we had to wait an additional week waiting on the report, that was a very nervously anxious awaiting also (at least for me) I couldn’t stand not knowing what to offer. We were also pretty confident that by attaching an appraisial report to the offer (of the full appraised value) that we would get it. I mean you’re looking at the apprasial, a man that is licensed and paid for his opinion just sent his report and the value, also that of which a bank won’t lend over. However, odds weren’t in our favor πŸ˜• they are still holding on for someone to offer them something closer to their asking. It’s a little aggravating on my end as an agent, just because of having the apprasial, what that means, and knowing everything that goes with it. Long story short… we won’t (most other people won’t) give more money than it’s worth for anything. 

So I am now just going to take a deep breath, say a prayer, and let it go. These two weeks have mentally exhausted me, and all Iv done is wait and play on Pinterest. I haven’t been able to think about anything else. My head hurts and hearing them say ‘we have the time to wait on an over value offer to come in’ made me sick to my stomach πŸ˜” 

Owning land, building a house, having a farm & woods for our boys is definitely still our plan…just waiting on the property to come up. If you own like 50+ acres holla at ya girl and we will work something out πŸ˜‰

And for those of you anxiously awaiting my red sign to go up at the end of my drive way, I’m sorry, looks like it isn’t this week πŸ‘ŽπŸ»

On a happier note I did get some awesome pics of my babies back today. One of my super sweet friends is an amazing photographer and we were lucky enough to grab her last slot in a mini session this weekend πŸ’™πŸŒ²