Wednesday, August 26, 2015

Allow me to Clarify...

     In a recent post on Facebook, I expressed that some people should lower their shields as well as their noses. Since then I have been privately question by a few people, and I will now explain exactly what I meant. My post was never meant to hurt or single out anyone. Knowing something I have said or done that could have hurt someone would sadden me greatly. So I would like to clarify any misunderstanding there might be and explain the reason that posed me to express my opinion in such a way. I posted it due to an encounter I had much earlier with another parent. The frustration was waging on my mind for awhile and I wanted to relieve it. What better way than Facebook. A place were opinions and thoughts are being freely expressed daily.
     As some of you may know, I am on my fourth kid and a lot of things change in between your first and fourth child. You became less clingy, more laid back. "Oh the house is on fire? Ok. Well, go tell Dad and make sure you grab your sisters, the Bibles, the diapers and the Xbox. I'll be home in a few." type of laid back. So laid back I sometimes forget their names.
     Having interacted with another parent several days ago, they saw my child fall to the ground. Jordyn bit it good. And if you know Jordyn, you know she is one tough cookie. This parent noticed that my reaction was less than worried-- nonchalant if you will. My verbal reaction to my child falling was, "Down she goes!" Because in my 13 years of parenting, I have learned that if you keep babying your kids when they fall, they won't learn to walk independently. They will depend on you to correct their mistakes, when they disobeyed your warnings in the first place. So she fell. So she cried and so I kind of laughed. Don't judge. When your child takes a killer wipe out and you know they are unharmed, you can't help but laugh at his or her clumsiness and then punish yourself for not having your camera ready to film it. This was your typical toddler tumble, you know when the top half of them is moving forward, but the feet didn't get the memo? Get's me every time.
     Anyways, as I blew off this little fall, this other parent chose to use some words that kind of frustrated me at that moment. They looked at me with a judging eyes and said something less than encouraging and quite rude. I was in shock. And with my quick wit, I could have replied with something less than appropriate as well. The words were in my mouth, but not in my heart. They obviously didn't understand how things roll when you are a mother of a large bunch. If I sit there and overly attend a situation for one child then that would allow at least two other of my children to start a situation of their own, and I ain't got time do deal with a bunch of situations. I have things to do. People to see. Naps to take.
     Letting my children fall and feel pain, doesn't make me a bad mom. If anything, it makes me a great mom. How else are they going to learn. My job is to pick them up, dust them off, hug them, then point them in the right direction and move them along.  Do I still have compassion in the mist of their hurt? Of course. What mother doesn’t? But I'm not going to allow them to sit and dwell on it. That's when they get all Telanova dramatic on me. "Ay Dios Mio , Help me! I'm dying."
     My parenting techniques are no worse than that other parent, and their parenting skills are no better than mine. Most of the time we're all just winging it. You can read all the Dr. Spock books you want and all the "What to Expect" books you can handle, but none of that is going to change your parenting or improve it. Each child needs to be parented differently and each child is going to react differently when doing it.
     I choose to turn to God. "Lord, What in the world am I doing? Help me approach this the way you would have me. Also, give me the strength to put down this Nerf gun." I believe He gives me the notion when my child really needs that extra attention and the notion when they are just fine. He calms my nerves and gives me the words that my children need to hear during their affliction. Some call it mother’s intuition. God knows the needs of my children more so than I, and He'll use me accordingly.
      I'm not mad at this person who somewhat publicly scolded and humiliated me, but I was saddened that they felt I lacked compassion towards my child. That they could have done better. After all, I'm a veteran at this profession. I know the difference between the tears of frustration, the tears of pain and the tears of disappointment. We all have different personalities, different ways of parenting, different ways of doing things; and we should never raise ourselves above others in thinking that our ways are the right ways and their way are the wrong ways. It’s hard for me to understand how some people think they are better than others when I try to see everyone as equal. Growing up I was always taught that I'm no better than the person next me. That age, race, gender, ability or disability should never cloud my ability to see people for who they are.
       If people would let down their walls of insecurity and judgment, we would learn to see them differently. We could see the person behind the curtain and be willing to hear the logic behind their ways of living; and exchange ideas, thoughts and encouragement. By accepting one another rather than demeaning one another, we create great opportunities to build friendships and open doors to sharing the gospel together. I challenge you to replace a negative criticism you may be thinking towards some with a positive attribute of that person. Change your attitude towards the way you see, speak and what you think towards another person. Change your heart.

Be of the same mind one toward another, Mind not high things, but condescend to men of low estate. Be not wise in you own conceits.- Romans 12:16

Thursday, August 20, 2015

The Perfume Incident of 2015.

     Shopping. That magical word is like music to my ears. If you're like me, taking a shopping trip is a therapeutic ritual that helps me deal with the stress of life's sudden changes. I mean, why wouldn't I find any excuse to buy a new pair of hip boots or a trendy new purse that would look fabulous with that outfit I bought on sale last week? The possibilities are endless when you have plastic in your pocket.
     When we venture off on that somewhat freeing quest to snatch up deals, we usually call up our posse of close friends or family to support our impulsive decisions to buy things we often don't need.  It's always good to have a friendly companion to help you justify buying all three pairs of opened toe heels that you couldn't make up your mind about and all four of the same blouses in different colors because they shape your body just right. Let's be honest, shopping is fun and we all enjoy it. That is until your trip involves taking your four children. That's when your pleasantly anticipated trip turns into mass chaos in department store hell.
     In a recent trip to our favorite department store, Kohl's, my children and I set out to finish some last-minute school shopping. Having four kids, one being a teenage boy, two of which are overly dramatic grade school girls and then there is my very rambunctious two-year old; the odds are definitely not in my favor. But, I'm a risk-taker so I accepted the challenge. With my shopping cart overflowing with the cutest fashions that meet all the requirements of two very picky daughters, we set off to the fitting rooms with the goal of narrowing down our selection to two outfits each. With adolescent attitudes and a few disappointed tears, we finished with a surprising amount of time to spare. Enough time for this here momma to search out some deals in hopes to add to her fall and winter attire.
      My favorite season is fall, so browsing the over-sized sweaters and skinny jeans is must for this time of the year. I don't usually do this with my kids, but since I was already there, I took a chance and thought maybe the kids wouldn't try killing each other, and I could scope out what's new and trending for the upcoming season. With my back turned and my arms reached into the depths of a clearance rack, I surprisingly snagged a beautiful cream cable knit sweater from last season that was on sale for $4 with 20% off. How awesome was that! Just as I was about to do my "Oh Yeah, Look What I Scored" happy dance, I turn to see all three of my daughters spritzing it up at the perfume display.
     "Try me", is what these bright and uniquely decorated bottles of scented fashions read. A three-tiered placement at arm’s reach of my very curious little girls; two who without a doubt can read the tempting fine print labeled on each bottle. Now, I'm sure you can see where this is going and picture the look on my face when I see my two oldest double fisting Kohl's finest brands of eau de cologne and using not only themselves as test subjects, but their innocent baby sister as well.
     "What are you doing! Are you kidding me? You smell like Grandma LaVerne. Why? Why? Oh my gosh, I'm going to be sick. You all smell so bad. Why?" is what I ranted as I yanked bottle after bottle out of my girls’ hands. With attention being drawn toward our direction, there was no way to duck and hide from this very public situation, because the malodorous haze would just follow us. As other patrons passed by, we could definitely see noses being pinched, hear other children making remarks and a few people give their best air swats with their hands to avoid breathing in the almost deadly mixture of Nikki Minaj, Katy Perry, and Taylor Swift fumes. 
     When we tend to get mad at our children, we sometimes flare our nostrils and take deeper breaths to keep us from passing out from all the yelling we're about to do, but in my case, that was the biggest mistake I may have ever made. As I inhaled the very potent odor of my children who smelled like they were victims of a pass around at a family reunion. I choked, and I gasped, and then turned my back so my kids wouldn't see my eyes tear up. I pretty sure after what I just experienced, I could handle and walk out of a basic training gas chamber like I own it.
    With three sets of arms crossed and the loud claps of flip flops smacking the store floor from my little attitude walking angels, we began our departure to front of the store apologizing to employees who witnessed and were victims themselves of the "Pop Star Perfume Incident of 2015". Yeah, It was that bad, I had to name it. The employees were kind enough to accept my 30-plus apologies as we headed towards checkout to escape anymore attention then I wanted to attract. 
    To my amusement we had been pushed to the front of the line to check out. It was a prayer answered. Thank you, Lord! It was as if God had split the checkout line in my favor. In my overly creative imitative mind, I felt somewhat like Moses, and the people were chanting, "Let these people go, Let these people go!" But, then again it also could have been that the fellow shoppers saw the pink cloud of over-priced perfume crest the jewelry counter and ran for safety.
     Arriving at the service desk, I quickly tossed my purchase onto counter in hopes the casher would catch on to my willingness to be brief and she too would be swift. Apparently my actions weren't clear enough, because she was as slow as a snail traveling through peanut butter. Our now new friend Loren, surprised us with a good game of guess my children's age and grade. The prize for winning was my survival. As I stand there shoulder to shoulder with my kids I try very hard to hold my composure and keep a friendly conversation with Loren, but my sense of smell began to leave, my eyes began to burn, and my mouth quickly became dry. My mind kept telling me, "Do you really need this sweater? Because right now, you need water. You're not going to make it. Abort. Abort. Abort." 
      The transaction was complete and I rushed my family out the door. "Fresh air! Hallelujah! Fresh air!" is what my poor teenage son openly expressed as the sliding doors of the store slid open. "What were you two girls thinking? As I loaded them into the van, I forcefully said, “The first things you do when you get home are don't pass go, don't grab lunch, go straight to the bathtub."  Windows down and hair blowing all over the place was the only way we could make it home without being asphyxiated. That was until the clouds broke and dropped the rainstorm of the century on us. All the way home we choked on Nikki's Pink Friday and Taylor's Wonderstruck, and I wished I would have waited two more days to spend my Kohl's cash when my kids were away at school.
     Washed up and ready for meet-the-teacher night, my girls finally smelled their age again. I can finally fully embrace them and kiss their faces without my throat closing and my eyes twitching. As for my van; well, it smells like I hosted a week long ladies bible study in it. It's ok, no big deal. It definitely beats the smell of old fries and spoiled milk, a scent most parents are very familiar with.
     At the end of these drawn-out eventful days, I still can't help but to remain thankful. I’m thankful that I have these kids who test my patience and do silly things despite my constant warnings, and thankful for the embarrassing memories that will forever trigger nervous twitches. Moreover, I will cherish and be thankful for these life lessons that I will use to guide my children when they are adults with little ones of their own. This shopping trip wasn't the first time my children have turned my face 50 shades of red and won't be that last. With my kids, I have come to expect the unexpected and sometimes the unexpected is not always that bad.

Monday, April 6, 2015

The Greatest Lotion, Ever!

     DRY SKIN!!! Ugh.What a bother. It seems like everywhere I go, I'm leaving little pieces of me behind. So gross, right? My daughters and I all have this super dry skin problem. So much so, I look like a walking powder puff. It's not a pretty thing as you could imagine. The worst part is after I apply my makeup you can always see the ever so highlighted and hideous skin flakes make a more visible appearance.
     I have tried every other lotion known to man. Every other cream and every other oil. Nothing seems to do the job of hydrating my skin and keeping it looking young and healthy.  Until I found this "best ever body lotion" recipe on Pintrest. My first thought is "Best ever. Right!" If something this simple can be the "best ever", maybe I might just give it a try and if it doesn't work, I'll just let my girls have it.  So I went out and bought the ingredients to make this miracle concoction. All you need is one (27oz) bottle of baby lotion, ( I went with the Equate Night Time Lotion. It is lavender scented and hypoallergenic. I figured, "Why Not." If its soothing aromas help my kids with a restful nights sleep, I'm all for it.) two (4oz) jars of Fruit f the Earth Vitamin E skin care cream, and a 8oz jar of petroleum jelly. ( I went with the Cocoa butter enriched.)

     When you have all your creams ready, dump them into a large mixing bowl. Keep your canisters, you're going to reuse them. Using your Mixmaster, mix the cream together until it looks smooth. Now your going to need to get all that cream back into the canisters unless you have a better place to store it. I didn't. If you have a funnel, it makes this process a lot easier, but I didn't. I did, but one of my kids took off with it last summer. Had something to do with a water balloon launcher and I haven't seen it since. But anyways, back to topic. Being I did not have a funnel, I just used a icing piping bag. Worked great! Fill your container back up and store away for use. You could even beautify a few Manson jars and give them away as gifts. There you have it friends, as simple and inexpensive lotion you can make at home.
     It has been a few days since I started using this lotion on myself and girls and I have to say, I am impressed. My skin has a much more healthy appearance and is soooo soft. The lotion itself smells good and if you are like me and worried about being a walking saltine cracker, it gives you peace of mind and a relief from itching.

Tuesday, March 3, 2015

Save 30% off at Kohls!

So for all the Kohl's card holders we get the privilege of getting extra percent off at checkout. I very rarely get 30% off and  usually have to hit up my sister to use hers. But this time I scored one myself.  And because these are sometimes a needle in a haystack to get, I decided to share mine with you. Take advantage of the already sale prices on top of taking off an additional 30%. Enjoy the savings. I know I will!

Olive Garden: Soup, Salad and Breadsticks $5 Deal.

     Thinking about what to do for lunch? Tired of taking countless trips to fast food restaurants and getting unsatisfied feeling from burgers , subs and tacos. Head on over to Olive Garden this week and help yourself to unlimited soup, salad, and breadsticks for only $5. So grab your friends and plan a lunch date. Do it quick, the promotion expires March 6.

Monday, March 2, 2015

A Girl, A Mountie and A Can of Mace.

     Several years ago, we took a trip with my husband’s family to Portsmouth, New Hampshire to celebrate his grandfather’s birthday. On the way we decided to visit Niagara Falls from the Canadian side and see God's creation in all of its beauty.
     Visiting the Canadian side obviously meant that we would have to cross the border. No big deal, right? It's not like we were smuggling illegal drugs or weapons--so we thought. Having arrived at the border and agreeing to the Canadian,10-minute survey on why we wanted to visit and how long we were staying, we were asked if we had any drugs or weapons, and if so, we needed to surrender them. The polite border man named off a lengthy list of illegal items and one of them happened to be mace.
     My husband, Jeff, said he had a pocket knife. The Mountie didn't understand the reason for caring one. Jeff explained that many American men carry one for utility uses. I confessed that I did not have any weapons on me. We were then let through. Ahh, finally, we enter into the land of real maple syrup, round bacon, ginger ale, and Jim Carrey.
      We decided to park at the border post to wait for Jeff's mother while she surrendered her mace. I dug into my handbag and pulled out what I thought was the handle of a brush; it turned out to be a can of mace I thought I had left at home. I had just unknowing lied to Canadian officials, telling them I didn't have anything on the list. Now, having been read the penalties for bringing contraband over the border, I let out a very loud "OH SHIT" and covered my face with my hands in a panic. Jeff looked over and saw the very large can of mace in my lap and said, "Are you kidding me?” I looked a Jeff and said,"What do I do, Jeff? Should I just toss it in the trash? I don't wanna go to a Canada jail!" Having explained to my husband about the mishap and how I honestly thought I left it at home, he went into the post to explain to the officials and see what they could do for me. After waiting and freaking out an excruciating three minutes, I see my husband being escorted out of the post by  Mountie. My husband, with his right hand on his forehead, gives me the I-tried-to-get-you-out-of-jail look.
  As I watch every step the Mountie took as he walked closer to our van, I had two options in mind on how I could get out of this situation. I could flee like a coward; make it ten steps and risk getting clobbered by a very tall and bulky Mountie, or I could play dead. Neither option was suitable to how fast the man in red was walking toward me. As he rounded the van and tapped on my window, I swallowed what seemed to be a very large frog. I rolled down my window, and the man in red spoke the words I never wanted to hear," Ma’m, you're going to need to step out of the vehicle and come with me." My heart stopped, my jaw dropped, and my husband says, "Looks like you're going to jail, babe." I screamed, "WHAT! Are you for real?” Just then the ever so nice Mountie bent down, peered through the window, looked at Jeff and said, "You're really having fun with this one, Aye." Jeff replied, "Yes--yes I am." I then knew it was a setup and the nice man was just there to walk me in and talk me through the process of surrendering my mace.
     The man in red introduced me to another official who drew up paper work, took my picture, and then had me sign my name, stating that I understand the laws and penalties for bringing illegal weapons into the country; and that I hereby surrender my mace and will never see it again. After completing the standard write up, the man behind the desk released me with a warning slip, a wink, and ever-so relieving smile. He then told me to enjoy my time in the beautiful Canada.
     As I walked back to the van, my husband and his father shared a good laugh at my expense. I warned my husband that no one has ever survived going over Niagara Falls, so he better be careful where he stands, someone might accidentally bump him over the railing. 

Saturday, February 28, 2015

Weekly Dinner Menu March 1-7

     If there is one thing I dislike the most, it's not knowing what to make for dinner. As most people know, I am a total planner. I plan everything in order to make my life just a bit simpler. When you're feeding a family of six , there is one thing I have learned. You have to be on your A-game with dinner. If by chance you forget to plan dinner that night, you'd better have a frozen pizza or corn dogs on hand. My biggest peeve is making daily trips to the grocery store. Going shopping with four kids is not my idea of fun, so if  I can make just a couple trips a week the better off we all are. On Saturday afternoons, I like to go through my grocery ads and plan my menu according to what is on sale that week.
     When making my weekly menu, I always make sure to have my recipe binder with all our favorite go-to recipes out and opened. I also use Pintrest for new dish ideas in hopes of adding to our family recipe binder. We are always open to trying new recipes as long as I the adapt the recipe to the picky eaters in the house.
     When planning my menu, I like use a meal planning calendar to keep track of what I need to pull out of the freezer the for the next day and what perishables I may need to buy. Here is a link to the printable I use courtesy of

Meal Planning Calendar

     Meal planning is fairly simple and really takes the guess work out of the daily question "Mom, What's for dinner?" Feel free to copy mine if you would like. With further ado, here's my March 1-7 menu.
 Sunday, March 1: Slow Cooker Chicken Enchilada Soup -recipe courtesy of

        This is one of my favorite soups to make. It's easy and quick. I don't normally use my Crockpot for this recipe, instead I just boil my chicken while I combine everything else in my soup pot. After my chicken is done, I chop it up and throw it in. I am a fan of flavor, so I like to add in extra cumin, chili powder and also throw in some red pepper flakes. Cook on medium heat until it comes to a boil then finish it on low until cooked through.
Monday, March 2: French Onion Salisbury Steaks,- recipe courtesy of, Garlic 
Mashed Potatoes, Stuffed Corn Bake- photo courtesy of and Grandma's Homemade Hot Rolls.
Tuesday, March 3: Lasagna, Salad, and Garlic Bread.
                                          Dessert: Gooey Butter Cake-recipe courtesy of
Easy Lasagna-  8" by 11" pan
1lb. ground beef - I like to use half pound of sausage and half pound of beef.
oven ready Lasagna noodles          16 oz. sm.curd cottage cheese
1 jar pasta sauce                              2 eggs
1/2 C. parmesan cheese                   mozzarella cheese
Italian seasoning
     Cook meat and drain. Mix jar of pasta sauce (reserving 1/4 C.) into meat and add in Italian seasoning. In separate bowl, combine eggs, parmesan cheese, and  fairly good amount of cottage cheese. Using 8" by 11" baking pan, layer: couple spoonful's of reserved sauce, noodles, meat sauce, cottage cheese mixture until you top the pan. Last layer should be rest of reserved pasta sauce. Top mozzarella cheese. Take a small amount of water an go around edges of noodles to prevent sticking. Cover with foil and bake at 350 for 45 minute or until noodles are cooked through. Serve.
Wednesday March 4:  Wild West Sizzlin' Chicken Tacos-recipe courtesy of
     This is one of my husbands favorite meals. I don't normally fix it to often, but when I do, he usually takes whatever is left in his lunch.

 Thursday, March 5: Sweet and Sour Chicken- recipe courtesy of Fried Rice and Saute' Veggies (yellow squash, carrots, onions, and broccoli florets)
      I absolutely love Chinese food. Love it! So anytime I can make it at home at a fraction of the cost I would spend on a family of 6 eating out, makes me a happy momma. This is one of my personal favorites meals. The fried rice is super easy to make. I follow the recipe on the back of the Sun-Bird Fried Rice Seasoning Mix. You can find that in Oriental aisle at your local supermarket. Chopped your veggies and sauté them in EVEO until tinder. Season with garlic salt and pepper.

Friday, March 6: Little Caesars Pizza
                               Dessert: Brownies and Ice cream
     TGIF!!! Momma doesn't have to COOK! Holla! Fridays are our family fun nights, where we hang out,play games, and watch movies during the colder months. During the summer weekends we tend to do pizza at the drive-in if the kids keep to their weekly tasks. On Fridays there is no specific dinner time and best of all, no bed time. Where ever the kids drop for the night is usually where they will wake up in the morning.
Saturday, March 7: Feed yourself day. Leftovers.
                                  Dessert: Whirley Pop Cinnamon Popcorn-recipe coming soon!
     Well, there you have it. A weeks worth of meals. I did you the favor of planning and providing you with recipes, now its up to you to do shopping. Enjoy!

Monday, February 23, 2015

The Best Cinnabon Copycat Recpie...EVER!

Holy Cow, Ya'll. If you have every indulged in the riches of a Cinna-bon cinnamon roll, you know that feeling of pure taste bud pleasure. The creaminess of the cream cheese frosting. The flakiness of the dough and right balance of cinnamon and sugar that makes you want to go back for just one more. But you don't because you know those things will add lbs. to your hind end like crazy. You are going to want to try out this copycat Cinna-bon Cinnamon Roll recipe. They're not to hard to make, a bit time consuming but worth every bite you take. The savoring aroma that fills your house will call your family to the kitchen in anticipation  for the moment, Big Momma pulls them out of the oven and slaps on that cream cheese love. Follow along with me as I take you step by step to achieve a breakfast treat your family will be begging you to make again and again.

Homemade Cinna-bon Cinnamon Rolls Recipe

Ingredients: Dough
1 cup warm milk                   2 eggs, room temperature
1/3 cup melted butter            1/2 cup sugar
1 tsp. salt                               4 1/2 cups all purpose flour
1 packet active dry yeast

Preheat oven to 350. Gather your ingredients for the dough and lets begin. Using a large mixing bowl, whisk together the warm milk and the packet of active dry yeast until yeast is dissolved. A few chucks here and there is ok. Mix in your sugar, melted butter, salt and eggs. Then add in about half of your measured flour. Mix until combined. Add in rest of your flour. You will now start to form your dough. If stirring your dough becomes to hard, don't be afraid to dump it out on a clean counter top and start kneading it. Knead your dough until flour is fully mix and your dough forms. Lightly grease a large bowl and place your dough to rise. Cover with a grease sheet of plastic wrap. Place in a warm place. I usually set my dough on top of my oven where its the perfect heat to help active that yeast.

When dough has rose, flour your clean counter top with a enough flour to keep dough from sticking. Dump your dough onto counter and start kneading until most to all of the air bubbles are gone. 3-5 minutes should be long enough. Began rolling your dough out with a floured rolling pin. Try to keep your dough in a rectangular shape. It's makes it a bit easier to roll up. If you can't, it won't hurt outcome of the rolls. As you can see, mine is not so rectangular. Make sure your dough is at the right thickness. Not to thin and not to thick. After you have rolled and shaped your dough, it's time to get down to business.

Ingredients: Filling

1 cup packed brown sugar        2 1/2 T. ground cinnamon
1/3 cup butter, softend -I like to add just a bit more butter. Because that's how I roll. Pun intended.
Lg strand of non-mint dental floss-Trust me on this one.

Take and combine your brown sugar and cinnamon in small bowl. Set aside. Now, take that butter put it in your hands and smear it all over the dough. Get it good. Make sure no spot is left uncovered. Now wash your hands....or lick them. I won't judge.

Now that you have that finished and your faced washed off, carefully roll your dough. If the ends are flappy and not as formed, its ok. Take a good size piece of non-mint dental floss and  begin to slice your dough into rolls. You should problaly get 10-12 rolls, depending on the thickness you desire.
 *Picture credited to*

 Place your rolls in an lightly buttered 9 by13 baking dish. Sometimes you may need use a small baking dish for any additional rolls. That's where I usually put the odd ends of the dough. Cover with greased plastic wrap and let rolls rise, 10-15 minutes. When rolls have rose, place in oven and bake about 15 minutes. If your anything like me, I don't timed anything I cook. Just keep a good eye on them. Take them out when they start to turn brown.

While rolls are baking, go ahead and make you cream cheese frosting. If your kids are anything like mine, brace yourself. The sound of a hand mix brings my kids barreling into the kitchen to claim a whisk to lick clean.

Ingredients: Cream Cheese Frosting

3 oz creams cheese              1/4 cup butter, softened
1 1/2 cup powder sugar        1/2 tsp. vanilla
1/8 tsp. salt

Mix butter and cream cheese until well blended. Add in vanilla, salt and powder sugar. Mix until all combined.
After pulling your rolls from the oven, let hem set for just a few minutes. Now its time for what everyone's been waiting for. Frost your buns and

Saturday, February 21, 2015

Intro to My Crazy Beautiful Life.

Hello! Hello! My name is Sarah...with a H that is, and this is my life. You're about to experience the crazy life of a stay-at-home mother. I'll be sharing a variety of things with you, from my sometimes "unconventional" tips and tricks to my parenting and passion for Christ. I'll also share my crafty ideas: the latest deals and steals I come across, delicious family recipes, commentaries about movies and media, helpful cleaning and organization tips, and a double spoonful of opinions on a variety of topics. I will even throw in the absolute true stories, confessions, and adventures this ride called motherhood takes me on. 

I welcome you to subscribe and enjoy my Erma Bombeck inspired blog. I also welcome you too share your life with me, because I love hearing what other mothers have to say. I'm totally looking forward to hearing your ideas and opinions so don't hold back. 

I'm a stay at home mom of four kids, ages 13,9,7 and 1. I definitely have my hands full, but it is nothing Goldfish and juice boxes can't handle. I've been married to my sweet husband for 14 years, and we live one crazy life co-parenting our very energetic children and rambunctious dog, Nala. 
Why start a blog? Well, I have always enjoyed writing and sharing life stories with people who share the same interests as me. My hope for this blog is that you can relate to me through creative, informative, and humorous writing. So with that being said--welcome aboard!