How does it happen to be that almost three years ago to the day I posted my last entry on this blog and today I was summoned by a nagging need to get back on the computer and write?  Chance, perhaps, but maybe more.  Today I decided I needed to give blogging another try.  Writing for me is a must-do in my life and I've been pushing it off for way too long.  These days my writing has consisted of emails to parents of my kindergarten student and notes in my boys' lunchboxes indicating how long to heat their nuggets for.  

If you read my original post, you will see that I still owe my mother a book.  It'll happen, Mom. I can't guarantee that it will happen before I'm an empty nester crying to Stewart over missing the days of matching two hampers full of mismatched socks, but it will happen one day.  

In getting back to blogging, I thought about changing the name of my blog to something along the lines of Blissful Chaos but can you imagine someone else out there actually lives in blissful chaos too!?! And I confess, blissful may not always be the first word that wants to roll off my tongue, but I'm a lady, so we will just stick with blissful for now. Wink, wink.

Back to why I'm writing.  I've been spending some time now wondering what my "thing" is.  My biggest "thing" is being a mom, and a wife, of course.  I have known since I was probably five that I more than anything in life wanted to be a mom when I grew up.  Professional aspirations varied from teacher,to ballet dancer, to farmer, and  to farming ballet dancer, but I knew God put me on this earth to be a mother.  I'm not a guitar-playing mother, but how cool would that be...if I didn't have an aversion to reading music.  Penning in every single note to Fur Elise by hand for my piano recital was pain staking and my attempts to play by ear are about as good as my Spanish....asi-asi.  And what I wouldn't give to be one of those Etsy or Cricut moms but that simply cannot be my thing with my schedule and the need to sleep here and there and keep my house kind-of clean...occasionally.   Then, it just hit me what my other "thing" is...like the wall I ran into at my best friend's house in middle school or high school, when I was walking around in the dark house in the wee hours of the night trying to get to the bathroom...I needed to get the pencil to the paper, or in these days, the fingers to the keyboard!  I needed to put new air in my lungs and share these thoughts that run around in my head like that crazy baby did on Ally McBeal.  Oh man, that dates me, doesn't it?  The wall had always been there, I knew that house like the back of my hand, but I just wasn't thinking about it that night.  My love for writing has always been there, in the same spot, but it just happened to be covered by a bunch of little boy things, and wife things, and teacher things, and life things, and I hadn't been thinking about getting back to doing one thing I love to do.  Write.  So, here I am, three years since I last touched my blog to get back to one of the things I have always loved to do.  So glad I came back!

Happy Birthday Carson

Wow...where does the time go? Carson turns two tomorrow! It doesn't seem that long ago that I woke up in the middle of the night with major contractions, got to the hospital, and had Carson less than 30 minutes later...with no doctor, no drugs and no regrets. My sweet baby boy is now my sweet little daredevil..afraid of nothing but the vaccuum cleaner!
We had a Diego safari birthday party for him over the weekend. He talks all the time but it is only in a blue moon when someone can understand him, but we're pretty sure he knew the big fuss was all for him. None the less, he had a blast and made more memories for us to cherish. On Tuesday we'll ask the pediatrician if we should be worried about his speech. He understands everything so we're not too concerned. Besides, if anyone knows me, they know I'm never at a loss for words. I'm sure Carson will follow suit shortly.
It's back to work tomorrow...less than 11 weeks until summer. It's a shame that Spring Break is over already. Boo-Hiss! The only major thing I got accomplished was cleaning out my closet. Literally, half the stuff I own went into giveaway piles. I decided anything older than my children had to go. Haha! So much for replanting my garden, I guess that'll have to wait. Guess that was a good call considering it's in the 40s again outside! Mother Nature, what is going on???
Oh well, off to snack on a teeny bowl of Rocky Road ice cream (left over from the party) before heading to bed!!!

Let the blogging begin!

I confess...I always thought I'd have a girl. A sweet, delicate brown-haired, brown-eyed little girl name Sophia Katherine. God, however, had different plans for me and has made me the single female in my home, living this adventure we call life with Stewart and our three boys, Cayden, Carson and Cooper...hence my blog title Four Guys and Me.


My days are filled with hugs and kisses, rough and tumble, children curled up on my lap or flying off furniture, reading books or booking dr. appointments, chaos and diapers...an insane amount of diapers...and more than anything, love and gratitude for all I've been blessed with.


My mom has been nagging me for oh, a decade now, to "get that book written", but I'll start with a blog, pulling inspiration from my happily ordinary life with my sweet peanuts and their daddy, and see what it turns into.


Maybe, just maybe, one day far into the future, I'll be able to edit my blog title to Four Guys, a Girl, and Me. (Wink-wink.) But for now, I'll don my mom-of-boys label with honor as I invite you to follow us along our little road of "Four Guys and Me" sloppy kiss & mud pie happiness!