Master Bedroom Reveal

Master Bedroom Reveal

Our master bedroom was way overdue for an update, so last week I decided to try and create a DIY faux shiplap accent wall. I have a love of all things farmhouse, and my husband has a love of all things comfortable. I think our room is the perfect combination. (Now if...
“Easy” DIY Faux Shiplap Wall Tutorial

“Easy” DIY Faux Shiplap Wall Tutorial

Before I start, I need you to know something. This wasn’t easy. All of those tutorials that call walls like these easy… those people are speaking from the finish line. The “let’s stand back and enjoy our hard work” position of the...
It Will Be Our Turn… Later

It Will Be Our Turn… Later

I’m almost to the end of another day. I got my kids up and took them to church and fixed lunch and answered a million questions and solved a million fights and detached a million stuck Legos. There are so many things I need to do. But I know any minute my kids...
The Night She Didn’t Call My Name

The Night She Didn’t Call My Name

She didn’t call for me tonight. I stood a few steps outside of her bedroom door after I put her to bed and waited. Nothing. She didn’t cry standing at the edge of her crib reaching for me to lift her out like she did four years ago. She didn’t get...
Dear Teachers at the End of the School Year

Dear Teachers at the End of the School Year

My daughter didn’t talk to her pre-k teachers until nearly the end of the first semester of school. She was intensely shy when it came to new adults, but she communicated easily with her friends. If she needed to use the restroom, she would ask her friend to ask the...
I Know Why You Don’t Just Delete All Those Photos on Your Phone

The #GoodMomMovement

This isn’t for one group of moms. This isn’t for moms in one season of life. This isn’t for just a few of us. This is for each of us. To the momma in waiting who is all together thrilled and terrified… Who has done as much as she can to get...
Because Sometimes Motherhood Means Doing it Tired

Because Sometimes Motherhood Means Doing it Tired

It’s 5:15, and I’m tired. But I’m here with my three children, and I don’t have the option to just stop. Have you ever felt that way? I am sure that it has been said more eloquently by someone else. I’m sure that there are ways to talk about the deep exhaustion that...
Can You Just Stop?

Can You Just Stop?

  Can you just stop!? I must holler that across my house half a dozen times a day. Stop fighting with each other. Stop teasing. Stop being big brother(ish) just because you can. Stop complaining. Stop whining. Just stop. Please. Just… stop. I’m not usually upset....
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