Trivial

I wanted to post an equally snide response to a snide comment a certain politician person made about Ann Romney.

But then this weekend happened.

I live in tornado alley. I woke up Sunday morning and anxiously turned on the news to see what the damage report was from the storms.
from kfor.com

I found instead a bunch of he-said, she-said over silly subjects. I suddenly became very tired and disgusted with the news, because when you run outside frantically telling your husband to get out of the car because a tornado has just touched down barely 2 miles from your home, some things just start to sound rather trivial.
from Huffingtonpost

Nothing like mother nature to help you put things into perspective.
from kfor.com

crappy pictures

Introducing...

my new favorite time-waster.

crappypictures.com

It's seriously friggin' hilarious.

You're welcome :)

would you like it cold...or cold?

Being the mom means always eating cold food

as, of coarse, there are always 50 million mealtime emergencies to deal with.

In case you were wondering, cold toast sucks.

the sound of silence

You know what I've discovered solves a lot of my chillun problems?

A ban on talking.

{smirk}

Simplifying

I read an article in this month's issue of Real Simple about how women don't spend enough time on themselves and "down-time." The whole issue is dedicated on ways to simplify your life, save money and time, organize, and find time for yourself.

Which made me think of ways I can simplify my life including the things I already do, like: pack lunches and backpacks the night before, make/prep dinner earlier in the day when I have the energy to clean-up after myself, and keep a pad of paper on my fridge so I can write down grocery items as we run out of them.

Speaking of simplifying, Whitney and I have been talking about this blog. We don't want to give it up, but as our lack of posting shows, we don't exactly have the time to put into it. That's when we realized we didn't have the time because we felt like we had to write big-long-soul-searching type posts every time. Hence, our new changes.

We are simplifying to shorter, more frequent posts. Maybe it will just be a thought of the day, something that inspired us and we want to share. It might be a funny antidote or some crazy thing our kids did and we want to know we aren't the only ones with those kind of kids. We will share tips that help us in our lives and maybe even a recipe or two.

We are excited about our new direction we are taking and hope you as our readers will join on us this new adventure and as always share with us your ideas and thoughts so that we may know we are not alone in this great wide world.

Just Wait...

A friend of mine posted THIS article on facebook today and my first thought was to share it with y'all.  I loved it so much that it gave me that kind of teary smile that goes all the way down deep.

Enjoy.

In other news, Aub and I are thinking about re-vamping our little hot chocolate talk, so stay tuned for changes :)

giggles and curls, sunshine and roses.

It seems like, these days, I'm often asked what it's like being a mom.  In response, I usually attempt to summarize this scene...

Hilarious, I know!  Hence my attempt to roughly summarize for the benefit of the questioner.  But, see, I worry that it actually ends up scaring the poor non-parent more then it helps, 'cause when it comes to parenting, you just don't get it until you really GET it.  So I end up worrying I'm dissuading them way more then necessary.  Let me explain...

One of my eternal quests is to expose the myth of motherhood...this idea that it's all giggles and curls, sunshine and roses.  That, as the article in our last post so aptly described, it's impossible to carpe diem when you're a mom because the majority of diems are not anything any sane person would want to carpe anyway.  Being a mom is harder work than any toned-tummy, myriad-of-alone-time, non-diaper-bag-toting, baby-free young co-ed can possibly imagine.

But here's the thing...sometimes it actually IS giggles and curls.  Sometimes things come together in a picture-perfect, crystal-clear moment.  What I worry about is that I, in the words of my movie clip, emphasize the awful, awful, awful without fully explaining the times that something incredible and magical happens.  It really IS magical and amazing and incredible.  Not only that, but those perfect moments really DO make it all worth it.  It is so absolutely, indescribably amazing to feel that downy newborn hair, get those gummy infant kisses, hold that little toddler hand, see that crooked pre-schooler signature, smell that little boy sweaty smell, and see that little baby all grown up that words can't even begin to describe it.  To say that it makes it all worth it is the understatement of the century.  It makes everything all worth it...pregnancy, parenthood, even slogging through this thing called mortality.  In those moments, you realize that those little people are the whole reason you are here on this earth.   When we are told, "...men are, that they might have joy." (2 Nephi, 2:25) as a mother I know that I am so that those little people can be my joy. They are the point.

When I have those moments, it makes the awful, awful, awful seem not all that...well...awful.  In fact, it makes the awful moments feel a lot more like sunshine and roses.