Being a Mommy to THREE

A lot has changed since my old blogging days. I went from one kid, to a full blown circus. And while I miss that extra “ME” time one child allows for, I wouldn’t trade being a mommy to THREE for a minute.

There are many days that my sanity is compromised. By 5:00, I am ready for a tall glass of wine or a SOLO Target run, because we all know that is pretty much heaven on earth. But seriously, the minute I step out, just me, I miss my littles back home. It’s like a part of me is missing. The constant whining and crying, temper tantrums, diaper changing, spit up covered shirts, bottle making, endless loads of laundry, homework helping, taxi driving, boo boo fixing, juggling act becomes your identity. And you embrace that.

Adult conversations become a rarity and are broken between the chaos. Friendships become more about quality and less about quantity. I can count my best girlfriends on one hand and each of them allows me so much grace.

One of the areas I struggle with most during this season is letting go of perfectionism. The past few months especially with all the remodeling we are doing in our home, I find myself falling short. We went two months without a kitchen and I was washing dishes for our family of 5 in our bathroom sink. We ate out most meals, and our pantry was a plastic bin container. Currently we are living with concrete floors until we can put in the hardwood. Nothing gives me anxiety more, then unfinished projects. I find myself apologizing to guests because my home isn’t “pinterest worthy”. Why do I do this? Why can’t I be okay with the right now?

As I am in the midst of summer vacation with my oldest, I saw this quote and it breathed new life into me. “We get 18 delicious summers with our children. This is one of your 18”. If thats not perspective, I don’t know what is.

We will never get this day back. Tomorrow our children will be a little older. I am trying so hard to embrace the crazy that is right now. To simplify. To say no to more things. To prioritize. To put my phone down and be present. Right now I am in the trenches. Life with three kids kicks my butt. But I know if I blink, I will miss it. So for now, I am taking it day by day. I am giving myself more credit and  only doing what allows. Because, a clean house is over rated.


Greyson’s Birth Story

On December 28, 2017, our hearts tripled in size. Our baby BOY Greyson was born. It was the smoothest delivery yet. Well kind of.


I went in for an induction the morning of December 28th. My doctor promised me a “Nordstroms delivery”, and it was just that. I checked into my room, put on a hospital gown, answered what seemed like one million questions, and got hooked up to some pitocin. The contractions started coming and I immediately asked for an epidural. I had a natural delivery with Landyn (not on purpose) and I knew I would never do that again. I thought getting the epidural administered was the worst part of the whole process.

We started the pitocin around noon and three pushes later, at 4:01 PM, baby Grey was born.


Those hours following any birth are so surreal and slip away SO fast. You want to remember every smell, every sound, every touch, every moment. It so easily becomes a blur with the lack of sleep and flood of emotions. I knew going into this birth, that this would be my last, so it made the whole experience even that more bittersweet.

Around 7:30 that evening, Greyson, Josh, and I settled into our postpartum room. Little did we know this would be the calm before the storm. Around 8pm, I started having bad cramping. The cramps came on like contractions. Timing about 2 minutes apart. I told my nurse and she assured me this was totally normal as cramping intensifies with each birth. A few minutes later, I looked down to see myself sitting in a puddle of blood. I freaked out and called for my nurse. She came in, assessed the situation, called my doctor, and ordered a Methergine injection (used to prevent and control bleeding from the uterus that can happen after childbirth). 5 minutes later, same thing. Blood everywhere. I started to panic. This time my nurse brought in the charge nurse and by this point I was doubled over in pain. I was passing blood clots the size of golf balls. They began weighing each one. Then one larger. The nurses started yelling for help and for someone to call my doctor. They administered another Methergine injection. I was sweating and shaking at the same time. As I laid there helpless, I saw the fear in everyones eyes. The whole mood shifted. It was so heavy on me.

By 9:30, they were able to gain control of my bleeding and I was able to rest assured. They checked my blood counts and ordered me a lot of rest.  The medical termonology defines this condition as a “postpartum hemorrhage”. Has anyone had a similar experience? I know it is super rare.

The days and months following Greyson’s birth have been nothing short of a dream. He has completely stollen our hearts. My baby making days are officially over friends.


Check, check…

Is anyone there?



As you all know, I’ve taken a solid two year break from regular posting on this space. Since then, a lot of life has happened. Many of you probably thought I completely retired. So did I.

The truth is, that I’ve missed it here. This space has been calling me back for some time, I just didn’t know how I should break back into it. Blogging is a funny thing. It’s an online journal for the whole world to see and being the “private” person I consider myself to be, sometimes it just didn’t jive well with me. I felt vulnerable more times then not. Sometimes judged. But as we all know, no story is perfect. We are all a work in progress and saved by grace on the daily. With that being said, I’ve made a commitment to myself to get back into “blogging”. If for anyone, myself. Weather its pen to paper or fingers to keyboard, I feel most alive when I can express myself through my words.

So there you have it. Im brainstorming my thoughts and hope to bring you lots of picture heavy posts from the heart, DIY’s, a little bit of fashion, and of course party planning because lets face it, we all love a good party.

I’ll be back soon. Promise.

Landyn 7th “Frozen” Birthday


My oldest babe turned another year older.


That just sounds old. Each year becomes a little more nostalgic than the last.

This motherhood thing is no joke!

“Frozen” is still going strong in our home, and Landyn made clear her party theme immediately after last years birthday.

Girl knows what she wants.







So Frozen it was.

We took somewhat of a modern approach to the theme and added some fun pops of color and pattern. We turned our backyard into a modern Arendelle and had all the little girls come dressed as their favorite princess. Elsa even made an appearance and did a story time, face painting, photos, and a performance of “Let it Go”. 








To say I was obsessed with this “Ice Castle” cake was an understatement. It was as delicious as it looked too. The top layer was “funfetti” and the bottom layer chocolate. The candied glass on top was made from scratch to resemble Elsa’s castle. Gorgeous.











 A huge thank you to our amazing vendors that made this special day possible. And my husband that tirelessly assists me for weeks leading up to these big events. We love you Joshy. xo


Photography: Pixel Planet Photography

Elsa: Wishing Well Entertainment

Tulle Wands: Pretti Mini

Tassel Balloons and Banners: Paper Fox LA

Cake & Cupcakes: The Bake Shoppe

Candy Kabob Favors: Candy With A Twist

Signs and Printables: Simply Create Designs

Letter Balloons: The Sweet Lulu

Sequin Table Runners: Party Pleasers

Paper Goods: Target

Landyn & Monroe’s Elsa Dresses: Disneyland

Fabric Panels: Reused from our WEDDING. Simply glued new fabric on.


Check out Landyn’s past parties here:

5th Puppy Paw-ty

2nd Elmo Party

1st Cupcake Party