The simplest moments are the ones I want to remember.

Tuesday, December 16, 2014


Do you ever have those moments where it feels like you could just burst into tears because you are just so grateful? I find that these moments, while absolutely exhilarating, are also some of the scariest sometimes. Scariest because the mere thought of losing that one thing could just make your whole world crumble. Or maybe I'm the only one in tears. I'll admit, I'm a crier. Too happy, too sad, too overwhelmed, you name it and I'm a goner. 





don't want to be negative. I don't want to be morbid, but I just wanted to document a small moment in time that occurred today. Because it wasn't a sad moment. It was so very very happy. But my heart aches that this time where they are always with me, and often underfoot, is unfairly short. 

I was sorting clothes in my room this morning when I heard the kids giggling. Whenever I hear my two monkeys playing in their own little world, I try to give them their space. I want them to have their shared secret moments. That's not to say I don't like to take a peek! I never claimed to not be nosy! So I carefully looked into S's room and found them tucked under the covers in her bed. From their conversation, I could tell they were pretending to put each other to bed. It's so funny because they were going through the motions we go through with them every night. Saying prayers, telling stories, singing songs. And a great big kiss, a big hug, and a "snowman kiss" on the nose.

Unfortunately, (or maybe fortunately) I was caught, and S immediately asked, "Mama! Can you turn off the lights? And tuck us in?" 

So, I tucked my little monkeys in, gave them a kiss, a hug, and a snowman kiss each on their little noses. As per S's request, I walked out and closed the door behind me. As soon as I shut the door, I heard them chatting and giggling away again. 

*****

They weren't kidding when they said time was a thief. 

When it's good, it's good. Until it isn't.

Monday, December 15, 2014


Their relationship I tell ya. There is the good, the bad, and the downright ugly. Life with a three and a two year old is no picnic, and I'd be lying if I said every single day ends well. I keep reminding myself that this time is short and I need to focus on the good. Because...

When it's good...

...they'll have the sweetest conversations. One of my favorites was when I was getting Pato ready for a nap. I had just turned off the lights when Sofia peeked in and whispered, "Hey, Pato! Dream about me, okay?!" 

When it's bad...
...it often involves yelling, crying and Pato running to me sobbing and saying, "I'm SAD!"

When it's ugly....(which happens more than I'd like)
...S is usually yelling at Pato, demanding he go to time out. And he's yelling at her. Arms are waiving wildly. And all I want to do is call C and ask him to bring me a Diet Coke on the way home. Better yet. I'll take a Coke IV, thanks. 

And even though it seems like there's no hopping-off of this emotional roller coaster, even if I'm begging the roller coaster operator to please stop or at least slow the dang ride down, I'm greatful I just get the chance to ride. 

A Quick Plug

Sunday, December 14, 2014



I feel like I've only mentioned on here a couple times about how I blog over at What to Expect. I'm always super (SUPER) intimidated before sending in a piece to my editor and super nervous that it will just be plain awful and everyone will loathe it and people will start rioting in the streets because of it. It's been a real honor to write over there because the What to Expect books permanently resided next to my bed for a solid 2-3 years. But, my most recent post is probably my favorite I've written thus far, and I hope you'll hop over and read it. I'm even making going to make it easy for you.


Did ya like that?

No, really. I don't normally toot my own horn, but in this post I talk about becoming confident in our parenting decisions, strict sleep schedules, and sweet potatoes en lieu of cakes. 

Oh, and about that time S said vagina and nearly gave my mother a heart attack. 

And......maybe one other funny story but I'm going to make you go look.

Reverse Psychology

Tuesday, December 2, 2014


So, remember that time I was all like, "I'm really gonna nail this blogging thing and do better?!" I am officially not allowing myself to say that anymore. It's like I jinx myself. Instead, I'm going to reverse-psychologize myself and says, "Meh....I'm just going to post once in a while. Maybe. See if I care! (Insert smiley face with tongue sticking out emoji here)" 

That outta work, right?

I will certainly not make it a New Year's goal. (wink wink) 


It's a boy!

Monday, November 17, 2014


This had to be documented. 

On this day, within the span of thirty minutes, he was called a boy twice. TWICE! (I'll ignore the fact that everyone there already knows us.) 

*Clap! Clap! Clap!* 

Why I'm Already Afraid of the Middle School Years (Volume i)

Sunday, November 16, 2014




If anyone has seen my sweet little bunny-loving three year old, would ya let me know? 

I mean, yes, I know she's quietly tucked into that cute little white toddler bed in the room next door. But sometimes, I swear an evil twin has replaced this girl, and her sole mission is to see how far she can push me before I give in to her demands, and sit in the bathroom for ten minutes with an Us Weekly because seeing pictures of celebrities pumping their own gas kinda makes everything okay again. (Joking. I've mostly broken myself from that celebrity gossip habit. You're more likely find me eating chocolate chips in the bathroom. Ones that I've dug up from the pantry because ughhhh we gave up candy.) 

I'm calling this list: Why I'm Already Afraid of the Middle School Years (Volume l)

1. Her hair is a daily battle. "Are you putting it up or down?!" Oh, and there's also the "updown." Then there's braids. "I don't want two braids. I want THREE braids because I'm THREE years old." Guys...I don't even know how to make that look good. 

2. Shoes. That's all I'm going to say (or not say) about that. 

3. Oh, this a big one. Imagine asking a tween to come down and do the dishes before calling their friends. (Wait.....is that still a thing? Tweens: ARE YOU CALLING YOUR FRIENDS? On the phone?! Do you just text? Do you even HAVE a phone...I sure didn't at that age. Also: Why are you reading this blog?? Don't you have your mother's Us Weekly to steal and read behind her back?) Okay, back to the dishes. Now imagine them saying, "Ugh...Mmmmmmommmm!" She does that!! Already! "S...it's time to do your hair!" "Ugh...Mmmmmmommmm!" 

Now, let me also include another list.

I'm calling it: Why I Know We're Gonna Make it Through Middle School (Volume l) 

1. Every night, she makes us tell her that we're best friends. I consider this a verbal agreement and legally binding. 

2. She's also told us she doesn't want to go college (sorry...not an option) because she doesn't want to live away from us. This makes me think that maybe she does really like us.

3. And the main reason...she's assured us that she's not going to grow big. Older, yes. But not bigger. I figure if I have a height advantage, she'll respect me more when she's 12. 


A whole lot of nothing.

Thursday, November 13, 2014


Well. The holiday season is creeping up on us, which of course means things are getting busier and busier. My wonderful in-laws visited us this week, and I tell ya...they couldn't have come at a better time. The leaves were just peaking here (yay!) the temperatures are finally deciding to stay cold (not just tease us) and truth be told....mama really needed to sleep in. 

I mean. Daylight Savings....did you realllllly have to show up again? I mean, really. Spring forward, fall back, yada yada yada. My kids couldn't care less. This is the first round of 'savings that I wasn't sure we were going to make it. My kids already have a history of waking up early....especially the cute guy on the right. I swear, I've said it a thousand times...he's lucky he's has those adorable brown eyes. No one else could get me up as early and still make me love him. He likes to crawl into our bed and leave me with about an inch of space to stretch out. Always generous, that one. 

But...I'm almost afraid to say it...(knock on wood, knock on alllllll the wood) I think we may be finally coming into the clear. They've slept in (and by in, I mean 7) for two days in a row, and it's amazing how much better we all feel. 

In other news...things are getting busier at Casa Jones, and not just because of the holidays. Busy is good, but busy is still something I'm still trying to get used to. Well...the "being-accountable-to-someone-else" kind of busy, anyway. My goal is to learn how to juggle it all, and still be able to step back and enjoy the little moments with my family. Lofty goal, right?! Anyone else have it all figured out? I'm all ears. I'm already terrified of missing anything in my kids lives as it is. 

I'd also like to focus more on my writing. I've never fancied myself as a writer...but, who knows. Maybe someday down the road I may actually write something a little worthwhile. I've gotten to a fun little point where writing is less a chore, and more a thing I actually crave. It's nice. 

A whole lot of nothing. A whole lot of far-away-from-something-worthwhile. 

But present. For this second, anyway. 

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