Our Adventure called Life

I couldn't have said it better myself.....One of my favorite songs     Sittin' here tonight, By the fire light, it reminds me I already have more than I should.   I don't need fame, no one to know my name, at the end of the day, Lord I pray, I have a life that's good.    Two arms around me, heaven to ground me, and a family that always calls me home, Four wheels to get there, enough love to share and a sweet sweet sweet song At the end of the day, Lord I pray , I have a life that's good.   Sometimes I'm hard on me, When dreams don't come easy, I wanna look back and say, I did all that I could, Yeah at the end of the day, Lord I pray, I have a life that's good. Two arms around me, heaven to ground me, and a family that always calls me home, Four wheels to get there, enough love to share and a sweet sweet sweet song at the end of the day, Lord I pray I have a life that's good Lik...

I'm following the lead of one of my favorite bloggers (PolkaDottyPlace)!  Here are 5 things I'll admit; I question my parenting decisions daily. After being with my husband for 7 years, I can say that marriage is easier then I expected  I occasionally watch 19 Kids and Counting (The Duggers) and I like it. I have always wanted dreadlocks.  The ones that look well kept, not the nasty ones.  As I get older I find myself turning into my mother, and I'm proud of that.  Like this blog, leave a comment! Feedback makes me happy! :)

He's long and lean with little muscular legs.  His hair curls after the shower or when he sweats in his sleep.  His skin is powder white but tans quickly in the sun.  His round blue eyes dance when he laughs and can show pure mischief as he plots taking a toy from his sister.  He's the boy I prayed for as he grew in my tummy and the first person to call me mommy.   He's wonderfully independent and dependent all at the same time.  He can pick out what outfit he wants to wear, but he can't quite figure out how to get his shirt off.  He sleeps in a big boy bed, but he still lets his momma rock him at night while singing his favorite lullaby. He drives toy cars and trucks around the living room with a seriousness that makes it hard for me to keep a straight face.  He references broken carburetors, flat tires, running out of gas, and the inability to find a parking spot.  I could watch him play for hours. He loves for me to w...

Ready for take-off! Scott and I aren't afraid to do difficult things with small children.  Our oldest was 6 weeks old when we first took him camping.  He was 4 months old when we took him on his first plane.  So when our yearly ski group started planning our winter ski trip, we didn't hesitate to say "Count us in..."even though our entourage now includes a toddler, infant and a Nana. Packing for the 4 of us may have been the hardest part.  I was sure I would forget something critical, like my ski pants or gloves as I was focused on making sure the kids had everything they needed.  Happily, everything we needed made it in the bags. Good little traveler One necessity of going on a ski trip with our 2 littles was taking Nana along.  Scott and I both love skiing and wanted to make sure we were both able to hit the slopes.  This required someone to stay at the house with the babies.  Who better to take care of the kids than Nana (my mom). ...