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I want to sleep as blissfully as this tiny tot. Where nothing is wrong in the world.

I want to sleep as blissfully as this tiny tot. Where nothing is wrong in the world.


When you have three kids the word “NO” is used constantly.

"Mommy can I have a cupcake for breakfast?" "NO!" "

"NOOOOOOOOOO don’t eat that worm!"

It’s a constant sound in our house. And I’ve noticed that. Y four year old has begun asserting himself with this word. He has realized that “NO” has power. When he is asked to do something he simply says “no” and there really is nothing I can do about it because after all, no means no. If I tell him “No” and expect him to honor it, shouldn’t I honor it when he says no? Also it’s incredibly negative to continuously tell someone they can’t do things.

I am going to go one week without using the word “NO”. I am going to start thinking about things before I just say no. Instead of that being. My immediate go to answer because, let’s face it, I don’t really want to clean up the mess that comes with finger painting. But I vow that for at least one week, I will refrain from saying no.

This doesn’t mean that my kids will get a free pass to behave any way they want, I will however begin to take more time to think about what they are doing and the reasons why I want to tell them no (usually because it is easier for ME). I will have to become more creative in discipline. Hopefully at the end of the week I will not immediately go to the word no. And if we’re lucky, I may even have happier kids by the end if the week!

Acceptance and Awkward Grocery Checkouts

Recently my family had to apply for WIC benefits. (In our state that just means that through the state we can get free produce, milk, eggs, bread, peanut butter etc.) We have been having a hard time getting back on track after my husband lost his job. So I finally sucked it up and made the appointment. As much of a relief it is to have a lower grocery bill, it’s also embarrassing walking into the grocery store with the vouchers. Everyone knows what the vouchers are and I feel incredibly self conscious using them. After all, I have a masters degree, I just can’t afford to take the licensing exam to actually start practicing.
Yesterday I had my most awkward experience yet… And at a store I never thought I would get that at. I don’t want to call any store out, but if you live in South Carolina ( I’m not sure if they are a national chain) think of a store that’s promoted to have the best customer service of them all. Anyway I’m trying to check out and I know that because I have WIC vouchers it’s going to take extra time for me to check out. I tried to pick a lane that wasn’t super busy and apologized to anyone who got in line behind me because it might be a few extra minutes. The girl bagging my groceries was super polite and all smiles as usual. But, the cashier, was super rude. He did not say one word to me. He looked at me with this mixture of pity and shame. I tried to smile and be friendly to him, but I felt extremely ostracized. Somehow, because I was on “assistance” I was less worthy, less important than the other customers who were paying cash.
There are people in this country who are embarrassed to be on assistance, but it’s the only way they can feed their family because of circumstances that were beyond their control. I don’t want to admit that I can’t afford to feed my children, or pay my bills every month, but that’s where we are in life. And it’s hard enough to deal with without cashiers giving me dirty looks. As if my self esteem is not already low enough, thank you cashier for making me feel lower than dirt, when my world is already falling apart.

Visiting the grandparents!


1st Kid V. 3rd Kid

First born spits up in the crib - change all the sheets and the baby’s clothes.

Third baby spits up in the crib - just move them to a dry spot and wipe them down.

Stay At Home Mom

Over the last nine months my husband and I have talked about how we are going to afford to put three children in day care. With the job I was working there was no possible way. So we decided that I would leave my job (not a very good job) and stay home with our three wonderful children (4, 3, and newborn). 

The thing about this is, my kids are wicked smart. The current preschool they have been attending has them ready for kindergarden by the time they are four. Which is awesome. Except now I feel the desperate need to make sure that they will continue learning at that pace while they are home with me. Which if I had one kid or two kids the same age would be simpler. As it is, I have three! Conner, the oldest, is so smart and could probably go to kindergarden now if they would let him. How in the world do I keep him entertained, while still teaching him something. Corah, is just slightly behind Conner. It is going to be challenging. My home is about to get crazy. I should probably be working on getting it ready, but instead I’m lying on the couch recovering from the birth of our son and freaking out about the fact that I am going to have three kids under 5 in my house all day everyday starting March 1. 

Our family has grown. We are now officially a family of 5! 

Our family has grown. We are now officially a family of 5!