Ya heard of it? It’s a real place people!

Funkville, where the skies are gray and the kids are always crying. The bills are piled high while you’re counting pennies. You’re usually on a diet and eating a donut. It’s really a terrible place and I don’t know how I end up here so often.

I love my life and I’m very blessed but let’s be real it’s not always rainbows and butterflies. Some days washing dishes and folding clothes doesn’t make me smile and the endless toy trails don’t warm my heart. 😂

Something tells me I’m not the only one frequenting this aweful place but who could tell from all the happy go lucky perfectly accessorized photos we all post on social media, which I’m totally guilty of doing.

Small things bring me back though like my husband thinking I’m so awesome because I remembered to pick up his Splenda or when I’m pretending to still be sleeping and Timmy tip toes over and kisses my cheek or how Grace’s eyes light up at the sight of a bunny, real, stuffed, on TV doesn’t matter that chick is in love. How Timmy  wants to wake up Grace in the morning because apparently “he’s always loved her.” How Grace tucks in her baby at night. And right now how both kids are in a fort that they built together and all I hear is the sound of their fake power tools and laughing and I’m just sitting here sipping my tea. So peaceful. 

The easiest way back though is cracking open that bible. Works everytime.


The stuff Timmy does these days is so shocking to me that I don’t even know what to say to him.

Yesterday he was in the tub and tells me he’s making me a cake {the boy is always cooking for me 😝}. Suddenly I was wondering how he turned the water in the bowl yellow. Yup he peed in it. So gross yet he thinks it’s a brilliant idea. 

Today he’s yelling mom come here. I knew they were being too quiet but no one was crying sooo. Well I go to see what he’s so proud to show me. He has his hulk blow up glove on one hand and a cowboy gun in the other. Says look mom! Punches Grace with the glove and then shoots her. This is not the sweet boy I know lives here somewhere. 

We don’t watch violent shows at all. Turns out these Disney movies aren’t the warm fuzzy feeling movies I remember. I’m over here trying to figure where my son learned to shoot things and then remembered we watched Bambi and Poccahontus recently. That’s as violent as it gets in this house. 

I guess boys are gonna be boys. 

Spelling ✅

Yay!! Timmy can spell and write his name! I’m so proud and amazed. This is one of the perks to homeschooling down the road because I know that I will be there when they master something new and celebrate with them. 


Sweet Memories

The very first thing Grace says when she wakes up, “Is Timmy up?”

And it’s kinda sad but Mimmy has recently turned into Timmy. She’s starting to say all the letter sounds so the baby talk is going out the window.

For the past few days she has made me read to her If You Give a Moose a Muffin 15 times. Again mommy again! So sweet tho.

Sweet Memories

When Gracie tells me I’m pretty 😍

Driving in the car and both my kids telling my “You’re the best!”

Timmy telling my cousin Jon that he loves the pictures on his arm {tatoos} lol

Timmy woke me up this morning at 5am saying he needs to tell me a secret..”Jesus loves me mommy and I miss him. I want him to come to my house so I can take care of him.” I think the Easter story we’ve been reading has him alittle concerned about Jesus well being.

When Grace gives her nighttime kisses she’s about 2 inches from your face and making a circle. It’s hilarious because she thinks she’s giving you kisses all over your face but she no where near you.

Timmy packed a plastic bag with envelopes and said he was going to talk to Jesus. And then he went and sat in the corner and kept telling grace that he was visiting with Jesus.

Tried to give Timmy carrots for dinner. Says he’s not a rabbit, he’s a boy. 

We are big into tweezers right now. Sqwwweeezers in Timmy language. this is how we unloaded the dryer today. 😒

The best view.

Sweet Memories

I guess I let in a lizard when I opened the door to put some things in the car because when I came back in the kids were on the hunt. Timmy with his whistling, “Woooohoooo baby lizard come to me!” And Gracie all like what there’s a baby somewhere? “Come to me baby!”

Driving in the car Timmy says, “Look mommy it’s a lizard cloud!”

“Here mommy look! I made a carrot booger.” As he puts it in my hand. 😝