I can’t do it all.

Elliott Homestead Family

I can't do it all. Surprising, I know. But still I get emails and messages from readers each day asking me 'How do you do it all?' Short answer: I don't. Each new phase of life that we've moved into has caused us to reassess, reevaluate, and reprioritize. And that's good. I'd even venture to say that's healthy. Here's a prime example: those who have followed me for years know that … [Read more...]

Did I remember to put pants on?

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Did I remember to put pants on? Seriously. Please tell me I'm wearing pants right now. Yes, my friends, this thought actually went through my head as I was driving the minivan full of rascals into town this past week. Amongst the chaos of sippy cups, car seats, school uniforms, backpacks, snacks, feedings, diapers, wipes, cell phones, lists, checks to deposit at the bank, and milk jars set for … [Read more...]

William Luke Elliott: A Birth Story

Baby Will's Birth Story | The Elliott Homestead (.com)

I can only assume that the Lord wanted me to retell this story in a different way because the 'Publish' button I struck earlier today resulted in a completely lost birthing story that was approximately 1,592,492 words long. Let's pretend like I totally kept my cool and didn't slam the laptop shut and shuffle off (hey, I can't walk very well yet!) to the bathroom to weep and weep and weep. It … [Read more...]

An Unplanned Cesarean.

An unplanned cesarean | The Elliott Homestead (.com)

I'm only a few weeks away from having my third baby since starting this blog (way back when I didn't have any fine lines surrounding my eyes). Wow. I can't believe so many of you have been on this journey with me for so long. As super-pregnant, hormonal woman normally do, I've been thinking a lot about the new baby and what that will mean for our family over these past few days. Especially as … [Read more...]

How We Fund Our Homestead

How We Fund Our Homestead | The Elliott Homestead (.com)

We've been getting lots of emails from readers lately asking about our financial situation and how we fund our homestead. They usually take me by surprise. WHAT? Why would people be asking that?! Perhaps because it was pretty public knowledge that last year, in Alabama, Dave Ramsey ran out life like the tightest of ships. Like serrrrriously tight. Tighter than those maroon pleather pants I wore in … [Read more...]

I’m totally terrified of being a mother again.

I'm Terrifed To Be A Mother Again | The Elliott Homestead (.com)

I'm totally terrified of being a mother again. There, I said it. Change is always hard - especially for a tend-to-be-tightly-wound-and-like-things-to-go-according-to-plan kind of person like myself. Am I worried about loving this little one and snuggling it until it can't possibly be snuggled any more? Of course not. Lawd knows I love my babies and I truly believe that each one is a … [Read more...]

Spare me the sympathy.

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The stares get a bit old. The looks of sympathy. The "Oh, poor thing!" glances. Please. Spare me the sympathy. Sure, sometimes I'm dragging fussy children through the store - a year and a half year old hobbit trying to climb out of the cart, grabbing at shelved (and most likely breakable) items and corraling an almost four old with eyes full of tears that I won't let her buy that Hello Kitty … [Read more...]

Putting healthcare in your hands.

An unplanned cesarean | The Elliott Homestead (.com)

Three weeks ago, I spent a night in the hospital. Not by choice, naturally. The day began as normal - cow milking, children wrangling, and breakfast baking. A few hours later, I noticed that I had begun spotting.  That's a scary sight for a pregnant person. Especially one with uterine abnormalities like mine (you can read more about my condition here). I immediately called my OB who … [Read more...]

Spring On The Farm

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Work on the homestead is almost unbearable this time of year. I'm in a variety of homesteading groups and in each one the message of Spring is the same. We're all OVERWHELMED! My Mom invited us to dinner the other night and I quickly sent her back a text message: "Shaye is dying of exhaustion. Shaye has now died. Shaye is dead." Of course, I hadn't really died. But at 4:45 in the afternoon I … [Read more...]

Marriage is…

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Seven years ago, I walked into a bar with a very unfamiliar bridal party. Even though I was the florist for the wedding and was good friends with the bride in college, the rest of the girls were strangers to me. Sure, we'd spent the day lounging around a pool together and were all coordinated in our bedazzled tank tops, but other than that small connection I was alone. As these things go and … [Read more...]