• Eat and Drink

    When Did You Start Drinking Coffee?

    Have you always been a coffee drinker? I’ve always wanted to be, but didn’t actually start until after our third baby was born and didn’t become addicted until after I had the twins 3+ years ago. To tell the truth, I had a very bad habit of drinking a cold Diet Dr. Pepper every morning for years. Then, in the groggy days of having a newborn, a three-year-old and a four-year-old, I added coffee along to the mix. Can you say nervous jitters?! I finally broke the diet drink habit (well, only in the mornings) and am now a full-fledged a.m. coffee drinker. I’m pretty sure I drink more than the recommended dosage.…

  • Children,  Motherhood

    While I Blog. . .

    I told you guys from the start that this “side blog” thing might be a little sporadic. I have some set time each week that I work on my design blog, but this one is just as I can. I’ll usually just pull up my drafts and write a little here and there or just jot down a quick “mommy thought” that I want to share with you later. Last week, I thought I had a few minutes to write while the twins were consumed with the Bubble Guppies so I sat down at the desk in my bedroom. Within two minutes, I suddenly found myself getting an ambush makeover…

  • Children,  Motherhood

    The Breather Years

    I recently heard a mom (of grown children) refer to the ages between eight and twelve as “the breather years.” With our oldest being eleven and our youngest (two) being three, I feel like I’m experiencing several phases at once. I am loving that I’m able to have real conversations with my older kids and that they get my humor. (At least someone does. . .) But, finding time to sit down with them when someone else isn’t clamoring to get my attention (or needs some juice or bathroom assistance or new underwear) is a challenge. I caught myself thinking the other day that “when the twins are eight, we’ll all be…

  • Life lessons,  Motherhood

    A Letter To Myself 11 Years Ago Today. . .

    Today is officially my 11th mom-iversary. Or, my oldest baby’s eleventh birthday. The day life changed as we knew it. The day I became a mommy. I was beyond excited, shocked that he was really ours, amazed that giving birth wasn’t nearly as terrible as I thought (my ultimate fear growing up!), and a nervous wreck that I would somehow break him. image source If it were possible to send a letter back in time, this is what I would write to my 27-year-old self now that I have a little experience under my belt: Dear Brand New Mommy, Yes, this is really happening. Your life has forever changed–in the…