When Daddy’s away, Mama takes a 20 minutes car ride into town for overpriced lattes all too often. And when Daddy’s away, the eggs don’t get collected for days on end because it’s never the most pressing task at hand. When Daddy’s away, Mama texts him “S.O.S.” too many times in a 24 hour span.
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 re-prioritize. And that’s good. I’d even venture to
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
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
Welp. What can I say. We’re officially crazy. Those were actually the words I wrote to Stuart… on his bathroom mirror: “We’re officially crazy.” Above that, read “Congratulations Daddy, on Baby #3!” Yep. You heard it here! The Elliotts will soon become a party of five. As of September 7th, we’ll be outnumbered. Three children.
I just tucked a slightly feverish G-love into bed, her little body curled and snuggled up under her pink flowered blanket before I even got in the room to tuck her in. I proceeded to lay next to her in bed for a few brief moments to read a story from her Jesus Storybook Bible.