Me: “Wyatt, say MILK”
Wyatt: “mmkkk”
Me: “Good! Now say SISSY”
Wyatt: “Sissy”
Me: “Good boy! Now say CRACKER”
Wyatt: “COCK”
Wade (dryly): “I think we need to work on that one a little more.”
Motherhood….. all that and a bag of chips… š
Tag: babies
Parenting Win?
Hide and Seek!
There is something āhiddenā in this photo that proves that Iām a freaking awesome mom – and the first one to point it out gets….. nothing. Sorry, my kids take all my money. ššš #badassmom #humbletoo #freakingawesome #bloggersofinstagram #sahmlife #sahm #momblogger #momblog #familyblog #familylife #motherhood #mommyblog #instamom #momsoninstagram #bloggerlife #dailyparenting #bestofmom #momlife #livethelittlethings #motherhoodunplugged #hotmessexpress #mommyproblems #momproblems #familymoments #parenting101 #nothingisordinary #motherhoodunhinged #motherswhoblog #lifewithlittles #mindyourbiscuitstx
Meet and Greet Series – Post 1
I donāt show my crazy mug very often (and technically Iām not showing it here either) but a little series of āMeet and Greetā is in order so here goes.
Iām Jamie, married to the same wonderful dude for 12 years this fall, and we have two crazy and adorable kids, a 4.5 year old daughter and an almost 2 year old son (this photo was taken almost a year ago, I know he doesnāt look 2 here lol!) We have a 16 year old cat, Checkers, and a 16 month old border collie, Biscuit (the original Biscuit!)
Originally from the Blue Ridge Valley of Virginia, Iāve been in Texas since 1997. More in-depth (Part 2 of who knows) tomorrow!
#texasblogger #bloggerlife #meetandgreet
Today, I almost died… or at the least almost lost my mind
For realz guys, my life flashed before my eyes.
We had a great morning, a play date with friends, lunch at the roadside burger stand we love so much (well, that was so very close to being a disaster with a kiddo face full of barbed wire, but we narrowly avoided that little catastrophe…), and then on my way home I had to drop a check/contract by our utility district for a deposit on some concrete work we’re having done at the house tomorrow.
The SLUD, as it’s kind of affectionately named, is on the second story of a two story fancy-schmancy office building. I wonder if they’re spending so much on rent that they’re unable to afford repairs to our main roads, but hey, that’s a complaint for another day. I have both kids in tow, and it’s bordering on nap time, especially for the littlest. We go in, a baby on my hip and a sassy 4 year old by the hand, and I look around for the steps. Climb the steps to the second story, make it into the office, hand over the check while dealing with two kids annoying each other and squawking, and then head back out the office door. This is where it started to go downhill.
These kiddos are starting to get on my last nerve. Don’t judge my mom skills, y’all, I KNOW you’ve been in my shoes. Tatum (the four year old) insists on taking the elevator back down to the 1st floor….. from the second floor. I’m too annoyed/tired to argue, and even though I have this nagging fear of elevators I give in.
She pushes the button, the doors open, we get in. She pushes the number 1. The elevator starts to move….. ever….. so….. slowly.
DING! We make it to floor one…….
….. and nothing happens. Seconds start to tick by, and at first it’s ok, but after about 5-10 seconds (which seems like an eternity at this point) Mama starts to panic internally. Holy shit, I’m gonna get stuck on an elevator with two kids 4 and under who are overdue for their naps. I start to hyperventilate, I’m internally losing my shit, my life’s memories flash before my eyes. THIS IS NOT HAPPENING. Probably about 60 seconds in I become crazed and desperate. I start smacking the “Door Open” button repeatedly. The doors open up almost instantly like there was never any problem.
And mommy walks out, cool as a cucumber on the outside, baby on my hip, and a sassy 4 year old by the hand, and nobody is the wiser to my minute and a half of complete internal meltdown.
Living the dream, y’all…… Living…… The…… Dream……. š
Stuff I Love!!!
Just updated the Stuff I Love page on the website! Ā Some really fun new things, so be sure to check them out!
What kind of stuff do YOU love?? Ā I love learning about new STUFF so be sure to comment and let me know!!
Memory Keeping (or if you just really love photo stickers!)
For those of you who have the HP Sprocket photo printer, Amazon has a really good deal going right now for 1/2 off the paper packs! Ā $5 per package – make it yours!!!
I LOVE my sprocket, and use it constantly for my memory keeping at whatnot, super easy, just peel and stick those bad boys into your spreads!
Thereās always room for tortilla chips…
Funny story…
I have a pretty quirky sense of humor. Ever since Tatum was a baby any time I’d see the slightest hint of a “Poop Face” on her I’d yell “not it!” On the illusion that maybe if I did that I wouldn’t actually have to be the one to change said poopie diaper. This would be followed by a chorus of family members calling “NOT IT!” while we all laughingly claimed that whoever said it last got diaper duty! Now it’s a full on family contest any time there’s a hint of poopage to not be “it”.
When Wyatt was born, Tatum started hilariously joining in the fun by screaming “NOT IT” the split-second someone else said it, and so the tradition continued.
Saturday night Wade, Tatum, Wyatt, and I are all seated at a little local fast food Hibachi place we all love (yes, you read that right. FAST… FOOD… HIBACHI! Cheap, genius, delicious.)
I catch a slight glimpse out of the corner of my eye of Baby Wyatt possibly straining a little bit, maybe turning a bit red in the face. I quickly speak up with my “Not it!” at the table followed shortly by Tatum’s bid to not be it. Right after that, clear as day, Baby Wyatt says….. “NOT IT” (Keep in mind Wyatt LOVES to jabber but doesn’t say much that you can tell what it is.) I about fell over laughing. It was seriously about as clear as he could say anything and the first time he’s strung two understandable words together!
This family. Never boring… ššš
PS- I know this post has nothing to do with tortilla chips as you might have thought from the title. It’s true though, there’s always room.