Mom and Boys

Figuring it out one day at a time.


Meet the boss.


He is the tiny one.

That looks frightened because his older brother is within five feet of him.

But little does he know, he is in charge.

The boss determines what time I can go to bed.

When I can eat.

When I can sleep.

What days I can go to work.

How long I sleep.

How well I sleep.

How well his brother sleeps.

If anyone sleeps at all.


He is the boss.

My cute, little, tiny boss.




Mom sandwich and the story of the never ending night.

Truth be told, it is not really much of a story.

It’s just that NO ONE slept last night.

Bowen couldn’t fall asleep.

He was awake and very needy from about 4 until I finally got him to fall asleep at 12:30.

Lincoln fell asleep but woke up for the first time around 10 and it was all down hill from there.

He just wanted to do anything but sleep.

Play, check.

Eat, check.

Cry, check.

Drink milk, check.

Anything. But. Sleep.


And, when he did finally fall asleep it was on me.

Hence the mom sandwich.

The only sleep (and I use that term loosely) I got was with an infant cuddled up on one side of me (after his 18th or so feeding of the night) and a toddler with his arms wrapped tightly around my neck (I wish I was joking) breathing stinky little toddler breath into my face.

I’m tired.

It was just one of those nights.

They don’t happen often but when they do, dear Lord.


5 things you don’t know about me…and probably don’t care to know.

1.  I have slept on the couch ever since Bowen was born.

There are two reasons.

First, my room is really cold.  I am not sure why but it does not get a whole lot of heat, as a result Bowen won’t sleep on his own. (his crib is in my room)

Which leads to the second reason.

I co-sleep with my kiddos.  Bo starts off sleeping on his own but when he wakes up hungry I put him up with me and feed him.  Sometimes he will go back on his own after that but sometimes he will stay and sleep next to me.  For whatever reason I think it is safer to do this on the couch.

I don’t know why.

Maybe because I can’t roll over on the couch.  I don’t know it really doesn’t make sense.


2.  If I had to watch television all day, this is what I would want to watch:

Shahs of Sunset, Teen Mom, Catfish, Real Housewives of Anywhere, Vanderpump Rules, Prison Wives, Lock-Up, Chopped, Worst Cooks in America, Top Chef, Tosh.O, Rediculousness, Biggest Loser


3.  I love my Kindle

My parents gave me a Kindle a few months ago and I am obsessed with it.  My parents bought it but were not using it so they randomly asked if I would like it.

At first I did not really think so but then I thought maybe I could use it for Linc and get some good toddler app’s on it.

Little did I know that I would love it so much.

I am able to read so much more now that I have this.  It is so easy to purchase books (especially now that I can’t get out of the house as easily) and the books are less expensive.

I can use the internet on it.

Do some simple homework assignments.

Work on my blog.

And I have some fun app’s for the boys.

I love it!  It is small and fits in my purse and it is probably one of the best gifts I have received in a long time.

Thank you mom and dad, best gift ever.


4.  I have amazing parents

Here is a few recent examples of their amazingness.

My mom just flew all the way across the country to watch my son so he doesn’t have to go to daycare for a whole other month.  When she visits she cooks, she cleans, she changes diapers, she shovels the driveway, she buys me groceries, and a whole bunch of other stuff.

Seriously amazing.

My dad prays for my babies every day.  He just did my taxes. He supports me and encourages me all the time. He loves me and my boys and I never have to doubt that he would be there for me no matter what stupid things I do in my life.

My parents are awesome.

And if you are not jealous you should, I hit the parent lottery.



5.  I care what my kids wear

Probably too much.

My babies would look cute in whatever I dress them in because they are just adorable kids (I’m a little biased),

But I want them to be dressed in style.

I know this is horribly superficial and that it really shouldn’t matter, but it does.

I can’t help it.