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 😉

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.

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 😉



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 😉

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.



Melting Season Is Upon Us

School is FINALLY out, my insane commute is DONE, and 10 days in I have already heard the chorus of “Mom I’m bored”.

Guess who doesn’t care….


I am looking forward to Summer this year. No dread. No annoyance. Really anxiety that I won’t share enough quality time with all 3.

We have so much planned AND a move … to places unknown.

So right now in the calm before the tornado hits, the Trio sat quietly playing with Lego and chalk on our 7 x 6 slab of concrete we have been able to call our own.

It’s not a lot. But it’s ours.

It has seen a few angry phone calls.

A couple of Mom escapes.

A lot of drying clothes. Save The Planet. 

A lot of photo shoots. Because it has the best light in our apartment. Obvi

In the middle of all this I “saw” how Miss G has grown. Seeing her everyday I do not see the mini human she is growing to be.

Moms go into Auto Pilot these days.

All of the homework and activities and birthday parties (can a sister get a break with all the partying people?!) and driving all over the planet…. Makes us forget to sit and live our lives.

This is Adele age 5 in a hairs breath. She loves her family. She has a passion for dance I love to see. She is in control of her environment and enjoys pushing the limits.

I love this age … with her…. it was so different with the Bash Bros. Girls are an entirely different species for real y’all.

This Summer I plan to enjoy the little moments, together and separately.

They are only this number for 365 days. My goal is to capture one memory so when I am old and wrinkly I can say “Remember when…” and astound my grandchildren with my Super Hero Memory.







Little Things 

Today I hit another milestone. 

I had the Privlege to spend the morning with 8,000 mini humans high on life. 

Privilege folks. 

I moved to Arizona in 1996 and have NEVER been to the Arizona Museum of Natural History. 

It was loud. 

It was crowded. 

There were 3 schools there at once. 

I had to chaperone 3 boys the same personality as Dylan (think Dug crossed with Dash). 

Buuuuut my little nerd heart swelled seems by my sons face looking at the bones, panning for gold, and seeing lives of Native Americans. 

Confession. Because we’re friends now 

I have NEVER been on a field trip for any of my children. 

First Born has taken the hit the most. I’ve literally been pregnant or nursing EVERY time.

Working in the office didn’t help either. 

Le sigh. 

Since I made the choice to pursue my passion and take back my life….I am thankful for the little things. 

Stepping out of the boat and trusting God has had its challenges BUT there have been so many rewards. 

I wouldn’t trade it for the world. Not once. 

If you happen to be in Good Ol Downtown Mesa PLEASE stop by. This summer we are Musuem Hopping and I cannot wait!! 

 Nerd Moms for the win!!


A Day For Moms

Happy Mother’s Day Y’all!!

The one day of the year when Mothers around the World ask for a collective hour of silence, a solo (uninterrupted trip to the potty), and massive amounts of chocolate. 

The Trio was DETERMINED to make me breakfast in bed. 

That happened. 

Husband remembered my intense love for chocolate strawberries. 

Which I inhaled before I could take a picture. 

I spent my afternoon taking pictures of families at church. Making people stay in line and sign my obsessive sign in sheet. 

Mom stuff y’all. 
Unfortunately the reality is that some Moms didn’t get that. Some Moms had to work. Some Moms don’t have a village to take the gremlins off their hands. Some Moms have partners that are working super hard and don’t get time off. 

I was a “Single Mom” in name only for almost 2 years. I was blessed with my family being in the same house, my church family being a phone call away, and child hood friends to bring me out of my hole. 

Some Moms don’t. 

We all deserve a “Mom Isn’t Here Day”. 

But we deserve this acknowledgement all year. 

So if you see your fellow Mama struggling with a screaming toddler in the store…

Acknowledge The Struggle. 

If you see a Mama with multiples running every which way …

Shoot her a smile. 

We can have more than beautiful flowers, shiny jewelry, and fancy candy. 


It just means WE are our Villiage. 


This is 30

It happened. 

I left my 20’s behind and walked right into Adulthood. 

My last morning of 29 went like any other day. 

Except for THIS day my children chose to BEHAVE…

Let that sink in

No arguments over what pinks coordinate better. 

No attempts to eat fruit snacks for breakfast.

No meltdowns over the “wrong” belt. 

No staging folks. Scout’s Honor. That is totally legit because I was a Girl Scout.

As I was walking out of the door, feeling pretty smug, it did not dawn on me that it was ME that was different. 

Honestly there is no monumental change that comes with your birthday. Just another day of the year for people to text, call, post on Facebook, fawn all over you, and buy you cake. Who doesn’t like cake?! 

I had MAJOR plans for 30. 

Happily married.

Buy a house. 

Open my business.

Be the poster for “Super Mom and her Amazing Child Prodigies”.


Adorable right?


My Reality

Divorced but Engaged. (Of course that didn’t fit into my “List” )

Apartment Dweller.

Unhappy working in a cubicle.

(Feeling like) Running around like a chicken with my head cut off.



My lesson through our entire transition has been to be content where I am. More on that later.

The different with the last day of 29 was me. I was happy with my life. I knew it wasn’t the end of the line. I knew that I had big plans waiting for me as long as I stayed the course. So the Big 3-0 was not as scary as it was when I was 20. 

30 is a number. 

30 is powerful.

30 is not a death sentence. 

30 is just one more than 29 y’all. 

I promise. 



Walking into the rest of my life in my trusty Chucks and a happy heart. 


Remember Jesus began His ministry when he was about 30….. I am in good company 🙂 




Low key is the way to be. 

Sunday morning we woke up at 530 am, drove to the top of a mountain, got lost, and the 5 of us became a family at sunrise. 
30 minutes later we are as blended as a smooth sans kale of course. 

I bought my dress through Etsy (Iselle Bridal Studio).
Bought some killer monochrome Converse. 

The Mister had been making an origami bouquet but with working 6 days a week and the pesky human need to sleep it wasn’t finished. 

We bought sunflowers at Fry’s. Because last minute = not enough time to complete my paper flower bouquet. And they were still beautiful. 


Middle born saved one for his window. 


  1. Low key = low stress 

2. See Number 1

3. You can actually enjoy the reason you crazy kids decided to get married in the first place….. To BE with each other. Not to show how cool of a party you can throw. 
Granted low key isn’t for everyone. 
Some people (Bridezilla’s and Groomzilla’s alike) enjoy the planning and craziness. 
I. Do. Not. 
Some people have hundreds of loved ones they want to experience their day.  

I did. But mama likes her sanity 😉

Whatever you do, make sure you are happy. Regardless. Some people will be unhappy but the GREAT thing is hurt feelings fade. 
Trust me