Chasing Armadillos

Hello world! It’s been a bit since I’ve checked in and said hi. For some reason I really like stimulating my brain and started back to my doctorate a few weeks ago. Considering my words have been spent reporting on the fantastic ideas of performance psychology, sometimes my brain has no wit left to share…but today there was a little!…

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Mountains to Molehills

Sometimes life looks like Mt. Everest. (If any of you have climbed that mountain, I’m sorry…I’m sure I’m exaggerating a bit much.) Last week I dropped the kiddos off with the fantastic lady who watches them (hello Miss Alisha!). Not only does she help keep my life in order and love my kiddos in an enormous way, but she also…

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Basking in Redemption!

Aside from Hads’ curly lock of hair in a ziplock baggy from her first haircut, and a few other “first” things, I wouldn’t really consider myself sentimental. For the most part, I let things go! However, I would consider myself extremely sentimental in the life-things…thinking back on memories,  people, how they shaped my life, etc. After a tiring day at…

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Tulle Tutus and Tiaras!

Mom, how do you do a pose? If you know me, you know I have my smile and my awkward face. That’s it! No duck lips, no serious face, no sexy face, no poppin’ a hip (in an effort to look less like an Ungraceful Dying Flamingo), but when a 5-year-old is decked out in dress up clothes, I suppose…

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Mom hard, my friends!

This picture is proof of where I am. Momming hard in a messy house (that you can’t see). Nursing a baby, helping with homework, letting a two-year old “fix” my hair. This year I purchased a minivan and a fanny-pack (do not be alarmed…it’s a sexy fanny pack)! Never thought I’d see the day, but let me tell you…if you…

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Moses’ Momma – Trials and Truth

Let’s just call me a chicken and jump to the fact that my husband is terribly deprived of having company when it comes to watching scary movies. I have watched less than a handful of these painfully troubling things in my life which have resulted in me still being afraid of showers, bridges, closets, and mirrors…nearly 15 years later! Apparently…

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Stealing Covers

I have to take a second and pause from my normal sarcastic, messy posts in order to throw out a mushy one dedicated to my handsome, blue-eyed, sexy-bearded husband who puts up with my madness! People who read Noes to Knows: Meet Kyle! Normally words come easily, but they don’t always flow well when I’m writing about this man! I…

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God’s Spirit Beckons

Beans: “I won uh eee God.” Translation: I want…to eat…God. What?? If you don’t know my two year old, you are missing out. We call her Beans. Why? Well…because a friend of mine walked into our daycare one morning and said “Well hey there Everbeans!” That’s all it took. (Chesnei, if she ever gets mad at you over this just…

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Swedish Fish in My Pocket

Kyle: Would you like to know why there’s a Swedish Fish in my pocket?  Me: Weird face Kyle: Because Everly put it there. Let’s be real. Kids are strange little things. As I was making french toast (minus the egg –per Hads request) last night, I looked over and Hads was putting a hammer in a stick of butter. During my rant to…

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Ungraceful Dying Flamingos

Me getting through a day is what I like to compare to an ungraceful dying flamingo with a good attitude. You’ve probably heard about, or seen, a chicken with it’s head cut off, right? Well lets imagine that being the same case with a big, pink bird that stands on one stick-like leg flailing around fighting life. That’s me! I’ve…

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Phoebe Running

Most of the time I don’t look like a criminal, but there was that one time. I was taking a DSM-IV interim session class during my undergraduate program. It was 8 hours a day for a week. The bad student in me decided I needed something else to preoccupy my time as I had heard as much about diagnosing mental…

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Candle Cylinders and Jars of Clay

For nearly two years, a candle in a glass cylinder on a rustic looking turquoise base sat on a tin tray on my paint-stained, scratched-up kitchen table. It stayed there because it made my kitchen feel cozy when the lights were off and the laundry room doors were closed (concealing my piles of laundry). During supper one night, I randomly…

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It’s OK. Our life is messy…

While sitting in yoga pants eating macaroni and cheese (hoping to get away with another few weeks of this before I have to start exercising again), and looking at my semi-dirty living room, I heard my husband in the kitchen and two daughters insisting on helping make coffee. Of course it didn’t go smoothly…we have kids. After I heard something…

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Hello!

Hi! I’m Brooke. I have: Three kids A handsome blue-eyed, sexy-bearded husband A love for sweatpants An unmet desire to have a clean house A deep satisfaction with drinking chocolate milk My kids are spirited, feisty little things (the ones who can talk, that is). Despite my best parenting efforts, I receive negative responses from children countless times in a…

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