On My Heart

Motherhood is the hardest, most rewarding job I have ever done. 

It has challenged me in ways I never even knew were possible. 

And it has caused me to open my heart wider than I knew I could. 

I think a mother's love is the closest thing to Jesus' love. 

Because you can never truly understand the depths of it. 

It's passionate, unconditional, and heart wrenching sometimes. 

It's such a beautiful gift even on the days you have morning sickness, and your toddler asks you to wipe her. (Glad that stage is over)

I am so blessed to have two little people call me "momma." 

***Since I'm pregnant, I decided to start updating this thing again so my distant family and friends can keep up with this pregnancy and stuff. 

Growing Up

Jaxsie went on her first field trip today.

She is growing up way to fast.

Seriously, she JUST came home from the hospital.

This morning was overwhelming to say the least.

 The realization that "she's-not-gonna-be-a-baby-forever," hit me this morning. Which lead to mulitple phone calls to my husband expressing my sadness.

 I was not mentally prepared for this at all. Just so you get an idea, this what I posted on Facebook about this very situation.

(January 2012)

The director at her preschool, ordered their field trip shirts wayyy to big. So I decided to use some cute ribbon, tie up the sleeves, and make a cute bow so it wouldn't look so big. I did just that and when she looked in the mirror, she said,

"Take it out, mommy. I don't like it."

Then I froze.

Heart sank.

Then this.

And this.

Even though all that was going on on the inside, I did this...

And I took out the bows.

Then I took her to school and she ran up to her friends in the parking lot, looked back at me and said,

 "Get my car seat, mom!"

I thought,

"Mom?! What do you mean 'mom?' You mean 'mommy,' right?"

 All these daydreams flooded me and I started imagining her driving for the first time, prom...MARRIAGE!

I know, I know, she is only 2, but geeze...I sure wish the time would slow down a bit.



Old and Lame

Hi everyone!
It's been awhile.
I could go on and on about how busy I am, but I'll spare you.
 I am busy, but my life is best explained in this video.

It's the truth.

 I am old and lame.

Between being a wife, mom, student, and church stuff, I am pooped.

11pm is a late bedtime and 9am is what I consider "sleeping in."

When I used to be in school, I didn't want to study because I wanted to party.

Nowww, it's because I want to sleep.

My youthful appearance is only a facade. On the inside, I am old and grey.

Yup, just an old lady who enjoys watching 20/20 specials and Shark Tank on a Friday night.

Old. Old. Old.

Like probably 70, trapped in a 20 something year old body. 

And don't forget lame.

I catch myself jammin' out to Jaxsen's favorite song when she's not even in the car with me!!!

(That's her favorite song. You gotta admit though, the beat is quite nice.)

Needless to say, you can find me in this position most nights.

source

(I'm not actually a knitter, but you get the point.)

Please, tell me you can relate!!!

True Story of Trash Love

Dear Window,

I want you to know that I have great plans for you. When I saw you in my mom's neighbor's trash, it was love at first sight. I'll never forget running down the street to get you as the trash man pulled up to the corner. He starred me down but I grabbed you and ran back to my mom's house. He thought he had you, but don't worry, I held you as tight as possible and I would have never let go. It's okay. You don't have to thank me for saving you from the crushing trash truck. You are not trash. You're unseen art, boo.

The fight isn't over yet though. I promise to protect you from my husband. His heart is hard and he hates when I bring home "trash." I swear to clean you up this weekend so he won't throw you out behind my back. He's known for that.

Love,

*Seriously though, this window is gonna be so cute when I'm done making it over.  

::What's For Breakfast?:: 'Sausage' Gravy Recipe

Tuesday was a not so good day for me. And when I don't have any wine handy, I resort to comfort food. Don't judge.

Everyone needs a good ole sulk fest.

Can I get an amen?

I went to the frig and after what seemed like 5 minutes of staring into it, I decided I would eat some biscuits.

But what the heck are biscuits without gravy?

Not my kind of comfort food, that's what it is.
So I whipped up some gravy and it was simply marvelous.

So great that Jaxsen wanted it for breakfast.

What you need

6-12 biscuits

3-6 Tbs of flour

2 cups of your preferred milk (I suggest soy milk. Don't use Almond Milk)

2 Tbs of Earth Balance butter 

Salt and pepper to taste 

1 teaspoon of garlic salt

1/4 cup of vegan 'meat' crumbles (I used Smart Ground by Lightlife) or sausage

1 teaspoon of oil

First, bake your biscuits according to the instructions on the package. 
Then combine the butter and soy milk and cook over medium heat. Once the butter is melted, add the flour. If you like your gravy watery, only add 3 tablespoons. If you like it thicker, add up to 3 more tablespoons. Only add one tablespoon at a time until you reach your desired consistency. 
Now, add your seasonings. Stir frequently and let it cook for 5 minutes.
Meanwhile, put the oil in the skillet and add your 'meat' crumbles. Cook for 5 minutes. Once the 'meat' crumbles are done, combine them with the gravy and stir.
Reduce the heat to low and let it cook for 2 more minutes.
Your biscuits should be ready by now. Butter the tops of the biscuits and then top the biscuits with your yummy gravy.

 Enjoy!

 

Priorities

Take a nap. Number one task on my to do list today. Not only my number task, but Most Important Task. Priorities, folks, you gotta have priorities.

Meet Kojo, My Dogson

Have you met Kojo?

Kojo is my second child.
And I am his adopted mother.
So I guess that would make him my dogson.
Not Dachshund. But dogson.
My dog that I consider my son.
Dogson.

Dogson is a new word of mine and I can't wait to use it!

Random stranger: Your dog is so cute!
Me: Thanks! He's my dogson, Kojo.
Random stranger: (puzzled look) He doesn't look like a dachshund.
Me: He's not, silly! He's an Irish Wolfhound and Lab mix.
 

If you were to meet Kojo, you may think he's perhaps a little weird.

Definitely bi-polar, ADHD and a lot socially awkward.

He's just not your typical dog.

 

I still consider him my other baby.

Why?

 Because of moments like this

 

How lucky am I? Not only do I have an awesome dog, but Jaxsen has a playmate that I didn't have to carry for 9 months. I consider that pretty darn lucky.

So cute.

It's a love/hate thing though. 2 seconds later and she's beating the crap out of him.

XOXO,