Finding Joy.

This one is for the Parent Club.

This Summer has been tumultuous to say the least.

Schedules changed. Plans were WAY different. I have been thrust back into my dual roles of Stay At Home/Working Mom.

Oh yea and I am still technically a Newlywed.

What was he thinking?!

A wonderful friend of mine reached out to me during her own storm and asked that I stand with her in finding Joy Bubbles all around us. It was difficult at first because I just wanted to sit in the bathtub and consume Ben & Jerry’s all day long.

BUT let me tell you… it has been amazing.

As it stands we have 7 days to find a place, move, AND find school for the kiddos. During all of this BOTH of our cars decided to go all Temperamental Teenager on us.

I am finding JOY in this storm. I am rejoicing during this only because I know who is in control.

 My Bubbles

My Trio are safe.

They are happy.

Dylan has started making coffee every single morning. No messes involved at all.

All 3 kids are becoming more self sufficient and I get to enjoy being their Mom instead of their Nanny/Maid/Personal Problem Solver. Although I am super awesome at all of these jobs. 

I am teaching and in love again. With dance, with photography, with life.

I have more friends than  I ever needed.


I challenge you to count your bubbles. During good times and bad. Make it a habit so that when your storms come, you can see the light behind the clouds.




Someone get me off this train. The Princess is 5

Here we are again..

Yet ANOTHER Birthday…Because Summer Babies are what I do best ūüėČ

Adele turned 5 and in typical “Little Girl” fashion…walked right into expressing her own inner Janet Jackson circa 1986.

IMG_6160-3.jpgthis is in the midst of our argument about what is “pretty enough” for a tea party and a confetti balloon exploding.

Love seeing her interact with her friends and revel in having her own personal Birthday time. #thirdkidproblems.

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Sadly we have another July Birthday in our home. Otosan’s birthday is the very next day. His special moment waltzing into 30 may have been slightly eclipsed by the Princess but we mad sure to get him a cupcake as well.


Thankful for this life we live. 

Thankful for the fact that I get a month off before Middle Born turns 7. 

It’s all about perspective y’all. 



This week has been heavy. It’s been dark. It’s been difficult to manage.

Without the kids being in school they were not faced with The Conversation regarding current events in our world.

Thankfully I didn’t have to field pointed questions from my 9-year-old that require a carefully navigated answer. No fluff around here folks. My kids want to facts.

I did not watch the news with them, just so ¬†I would avoid crying and have to then explain why Mommy’s heart is aching.

I did overhear a group of young women in my apartment complex discussing this week.

They were having an honest to goodness town hall meeting while listening to music regarding our… more specifically¬†their safety as African-American women in America.

I wondered if their parents had been able to take the time to sit down as a family and speak about the atrocities.

I wondered if their parents were honest with them. And to what end.

I wondered if their home was an environment that fostered healthy debate.

It hit me that having mixed children I would have to start creating such an environment.

That I would have to explain to them that, although God made them special and wonderfully unique that some people may not like them. Some people may target them. I will have to explain that this may never happen to them personally but they will witness it in some shape or fashion.

I will continue to raise them as I always have.

The only deviation being I will not avoid uncomfortable situations at all costs.

I can’t.

I will NOT become a fear monger or anti-human.

I can’t.

I will continue to encourage them to ask questions respectfully, speak up for the little guy, and pray for everyone (regardless of their own opinions) because THAT is what we believe.

All that being said… my petition to my fellow Adults of the Planet Earth….

don’t be that guy(or gal).

they are watching us.

they are expecting us to protect them.

they are expecting us to protect ourselves.

because that is how we have raised them.



The Elder Born is 9

I honestly love celebrating.


Spot close to the front of the store?

Dance Partay!!!!

Kids flushed the toilet?

Dance Partay!!!

National [Insert Obscure Holiday Here]?

Random festive food and you guessed it… Dance Partay!!


The day your firstborn, unconditional best friend, and guinea pig turns 9…. CELEBRATION!

Dylan is the most interesting mix of fun and determination and procrastination and thoughtfulness and intuitiveness and super cuteness. I am so grateful to be his mother!


I am also really excited to see him explore. I don’t remember 9 vividly…well at all. It was all a blur of high ankle socks, rolled up faded denim, and bangs. Oh the bangs.

The world is your oyster kiddo.

Unless you despise the texture, smell, taste, and overall existence of oysters.

Then the world is your cheese quesadilla… Don’t forget the guac.

We know it’s extra ūüėČ



Little Miss Sunshine

Dance Dance Dance Dance .

Little Miss had her very first Dance Recital this Summer.

I was super concerned with her being afraid of being on stage (I know I forgot who my daughter was) and with the fact that I would be working and not able to be Stage Mommy (nobody got any time for that!)

She sat through a long rehearsal day sitting with her class and only complained when it was time to leave because I was taking pictures….

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Showtime and my girl was all smiles.

No fear.

Just anxious to get on stage and do her thing.

P.S. There is a special place for humans like her instructor Miss Lindsey her teacher… patience beyond measure to tame this Sour Patch Kid


I prayed for a child to share my dreams with.

Not so I could live vicariously through because let’s face it … I was pretty awesome ūüėČ

I just wanted to say

“Oh I remember when I felt that way … so I did this”


“I am old and I can do it… so can you.”

My boys won’t do it now because¬†girls are gross obviously.

But the love that they have for their sister and her accomplishments absolutely blew my mind.


I know no matter what they will remember our (new) Family Rule Everyone Supports Eachother No Matter What unless parents have to work or someone has the flu. Always have to be thorough you know.

I am raising this generation.

I am teaching them to love out loud.

I am teaching them to be better human beings.

That is the best gift I can give to them as their Mother…. and I am content with that.