Sunday, April 13, 2014

Perfection in Pork Green Chili

We need to start this post with a lot of lies pretending.

1. Let's pretend that it hasn't been almost 2 months since I last posted.
2. Let's pretend that in those two months, I actually posted multiple times. Most specifically, let's pretend I did a SUPER sweet post for each of my sweet boys that celebrated a birthday in that time period. Let's pretend that I went ON and ON about how my life has changed for the best, what a blessing they have all been, and highlighted all of their quirky personalities and milestones met.
3. Let's pretend that today, when my dear hubby got snowed out after being gone for almost three weeks, we spent the day catching up on all aspects of our life that have been put on the back burner during planting. We'll pretend we did 10 loads of laundry, deep cleaned the carpets, washed all the sheets and scrubbed the putrid smell of pee out of our bathroom. Pretend to be impressed.

It's a cold and snowy day here in Eastern Colorado. A sign that Spring is in full swing. I got sunburned in the 75 degree weather we were blessed with a mere 12 hours ago. After 10 years in Colorado, I'm finally starting to get used to the fact that Mother Nature needs some mood stabilizers in April and May. Today, I eagerly welcomed the snow as I knew it meant the fields would be too wet to plant and my better half would be able to come home and ride out the storm. And since I'm being so honest today, I'll just say that while I was super excited to see my husband, I was even more excited to pawn our children off on him and not let them touch me, speak to me, or look at me for the entire day (except that whole nursing thing...) I barricaded myself in the kitchen starting at 7 this morning and am still residing there as I type. I've decided that baking and cooking is way cheaper than therapy. I was in heaven today.

Yesterday, I was SO EXCITED to see Anaheim chiles in our produce from Bountiful Baskets. With the blustery weather upon us, I started scanning Pinterest for recipes for traditional Colorado Pork Green Chili. If you know me well, you know that I use recipes more as an ingredient list. I like to see what generally goes in a recipe then make it up as I go. Today, I even impressed myself. Now, I'll admit that this recipe is not at ALL "baby on hip" approved. There is no way I could have made this with help from my favorite sous chefs. But for a day like today it was perfection.

I started by tossing olive oil on the tomatoes, chiles, and garlic and roasted them in the oven. My house smelled like a Mexican restaurant during this step rather than its recent smell of frat house.

While those rested (I first tried to peel the skin off while they were hot... Turns out I don't have hands of steel like I thought), I browned some chopped up pork in a few tablespoons of bacon grease. Because everything gets astronomically better when cooked in bacon grease.

Once the chiles and tomatoes cooled to a temperature less than the temperature of the surface of the sun, I gently peeled the skin off of them. Feel free to do this on your toddler's place mat if all your cutting boards are dirty and you are too lazy to clean them.

Chop those suckers up. Rough chop. I don't mind seeds so I left them in. Anaheims aren't spicy so don't worry about that.

Throw them into the pot of bacon greased pork. I'm a garlic fiend so I added about 8 more cloves of garlic at this point along with cumin, coriander and chili powder. Stir it all together then put your face really close to the pot and soak up all the delicious flavors as they marry together.

Time to spice things up. Two finely chopped Serrano peppers join the party. Seeds and all. I think this made the perfect amount of spice. I like to taste it but I don't like to have to wipe my dripping nose after every bite. If you like to test the limits, toss in a few more.

Wait patiently while all of these flavors incorporate. Repeat the face in the pot routine if necessary.

If your sister is getting married in 5 months and you need to loose about 500 pounds by then, you can use this time to snack on fresh veggies. Like purple carrots. Because who doesn't feel healthy when eating purple carrots?

Chicken broth now joins the party. If you are super stellar chef, you'll have your own chicken stock you can use. If you have a phobia of chicken on the bone and gag when making your own chicken stock (uh, not that I know anyone like that...) you can use canned. {gasp!}

A mere three hours later, you'll have the most fabulous green chili. During that cooking time, you can clean, play with your kids, meal plan, or you can make zucchini bread and chocolate chip cookies. You get two guesses on which I did. And the first guess doesn't count.

Some like to use green chili to smother burritos. I prefer to eat it like a soup, dipping deliciously fluffy tortillas in it along the way. My absolute favorite tortillas ever are the Safeway brand flour soft taco size tortillas. I swear to you, they'll change your life.

Colorado Pork Green Chili
2 lbs pork, chopped into 1" pieces (I used pork loin because that's what I had but you can use anything)
8-10 Anaheim chiles
5 large tomatoes
1 bulb of garlic (We debated if you call it a bulb or head of garlic. Whatever you call it, you need the whole damn thing.)
Olive oil for drizzling
3 T bacon grease
2 T cumin
2 T ground coriander
1 T chile powder
1-4 Serrano peppers (depends how brave you are!)
5 cups chicken stock
6 T cornstarch dissolved in 1/2 cup water
Tortillas, avocado and lime for topping (or sour cream and cheese if you're not sausaging {not a word} yourself into a bridesmaid dress in a few short months)

Preheat oven to 400 degrees. Toss whole chiles, tomatoes and about 8 cloves of garlic with olive oil and roast on a sheet pan for about 30 minutes. Turn a few times to get charring on all sides. While roasted goodies cool, heat bacon grease in a heavy pot. Toss in chopped pork and cook until browned. While the pork is browning, gently peel the skin off the tomatoes and chiles. The cooler they are, the easier this will be. Once skinned, roughly chop the chiles, tomatoes and roasted garlic and place in the pot with the pork. Chop the rest of the bulb of garlic and put it in the pot as well. Add the spices and chopped Serrano pepper and stir to combine. Allow this to cook together on medium high for about 10 minutes. Add the chicken stock, bring to a boil then reduce to a simmer. Cover and simmer for 1-4 hours. The longer it simmers, the more tender the pork will be come. Stir occasionally if you can't help yourself...

About 30 minutes before serving, mix your cornstarch and water and add to the pot. If you prefer a thinner soup, you can skip this step. If you're using it for smothering burritos, you may need more corn starch. Allow it to simmer about 30 more minutes until desired thickness is reached. Serve with warm tortillas, avocado, sour cream, limes, or cheese. Plan to eat at least 2 bowls and 10 tortillas... Then wonder why your clothes don't fit.

It wouldn't be a She's So Martha post if I didn't add some pictures of my dearest little ones.

Why are they so angelic? And big? And thank God they got those darling sweet red cheeks like their Daddy.

Cheers until next time, my friends... (because everyone knows it may be another two months until I get to sit at the computer for one whole uninterrupted partially interrupted hour).

Tuesday, February 4, 2014

Snacky Snacky

Snowflakes trickle down for the second time this week leaving me zero motivation to leave the house. The babies are snuggled up for their morning nap and Carson is burritoed up in a blankie enjoying a movie on the couch. The dishwasher and washing machine are rumbling away and the cup of coffee sitting next to me is spreading sweet scents of vanilla through the kitchen. Ahhh.... Bliss. I guarantee this blissful state will end all too quickly, but for now I am soaking it up.

The last few weeks have not been so blissful. A comedy of errors led to some serious inconveniences for us. Andy and I both lost our wallets which sent us into an involuntary seriously strict budget. It's amazing how crafty you get in the kitchen when you've needed to grocery shop for a week but have no means of paying for said trip! The babies are still teething and waking one bazillion times at night. Davis is so close to walking that I have a mini heart attack about 75 times a day as he tumbles to the ground. He doesn't even cry anymore- tuck and roll baby, tuck and roll. 

It's been awhile since I shared a poop story. This is one for the books. The other day, Carson pooped in the toilet. He has recently started wiping himself (with about a 5% success rate) so I try to give him his privacy in the bathroom. Later that day, I noticed the toilet scrubber (what the hell is that thing really called?!) in the trash can. I didn't think anything of it, assuming it got put there on accident. The next day, it's mysteriously quiet all through the house. This is a catch 22 for me. Do I go check and risk them playing happily then seeing me and wanting me to pick them up? Or do I pretend that I don't have three boys under three and assume that they're quietly reading books together while sipping on tea? I went with the first assumption and went and checked on them. Carson was happily playing in his room and didn't notice me as I tip toed by to find the babies. They were in the bathroom. Davis had found the toilet scrubber in the trash can and I suddenly realized WHY it had been put in the trash can. As I piece together this horribly smelly situation in my head, here is what I come up with...
1. Carson poops. 
2. Carson uses too much toilet paper. The toilet won't flush. 
3. Carson uses the toilet scrubber to try to jam his poop down the toilet. 
4. Carson covers the scrubber in poop, fears for his life and throws it away. 
5. Mom doesn't think such a thing would happen because she isn't a boy and would never fathom such an event. 
6. Davis and Jack enter the bathroom and go for their favorite "empty the bathroom trash" activity. 
7. Davis finds the poop covered scrubber. Thinks it resembles a paint brush. 
8. Davis paints the toilet, bath tub, himself AND his brother in shit. 
9. Mom notices it's quiet and comes to find them. Mom wishes she never had kids. 

My bathroom still smells extremely foul. I've cloroxed the shit (literally) out of it and it still smells in my opinion. Needless to say, Carson has lost wiping privileges. Forever. 

So... how do you transition from a poop covered bathroom to delicious home baked snacks? You don't? Well, I do. 

During the poop scandal of 2014, I was happily in the kitchen making some delicious homemade snacks. Like I said, I had to get real crafty when we had to cancel our entire financial existence for about a week. I've gotten to a new level of crazy. This week, we (you know, me and my SUPER helpful sous chefs) made graham crackers, cheese crackers, freezer waffles and peanut butter protein balls. Good Lord. I will never buy boxed of any of those items again. I'm becoming that mom. And my thighs are living proof. I promised my husband that I won't get to the point that I'm milling my own flour... But as a product of a dry land wheat farm, I think he would secretly love if I did. 

Okay, really. Home made cheese its are the way to go. Perfectly salty, cheesy delciousness. 
I used this recipe. I recommend eating them on the couch on a snowy day. Pants optional, of course. 

Heart shaped graham crackers. Swoon... Best served with an ice cold glass of milk. Pants encouraged.

Honey Cinnamon Graham Crackers

2 c whole wheat flour
1/2 c all purpose flour
1/4 c sugar (a little less)
1 tsp baking soda
1/2 tsp salt
1 egg
1/2 c butter, melted
1 tsp cinnamon
3 T honey
3 T milk

Preheat oven to 350 and line baking sheets with parchment or silpat mats. Mix flours, sugar, baking soda, cinnamon and salt. In a separate bowl, mix egg, butter, honey and milk. Add to the dry ingredients. Turn on out a lightly floured surface and roll to about 1/4" thick. Cut as desired (I used a heart shaped cookie cutter obviously but you can just cut squares too). Transfer to prepared baking sheets and bake for about 10-14 minutes based on the size of your cracker. I did 12 minutes for mine and they were perfectly browned. Store in an air tight container. I have no idea how long they last as they were gobbled up in 2 days at my house... 

I am currently cursing myself because I can't find the recipe for the peanut butter protein balls and I didn't pin it!! Lesson learned, always pin. They're a delectable combination of chopped dates, walnuts, almonds, oats, peanut butter, pure maple syrup and mini chocolate chips. To die for but totally not photographic. They'll remind you too much of my story above if I post a picture... 

I am amazed at the fact that the babies have slept through this entire post. That has never happened... And since I said that, cue this non sleeping but incredibly cute face... 

Though not the quiet bliss I experienced a little earlier, these boys do bring me an incredible amount of gray hair  joy. 

Monday, January 27, 2014

Dear Kaitlin,

An open letter to my younger self...

Dear Kaitlin, (I was Kaitlin until about the 4th grade when I though Kaity was much cooler and my parents apparently wanted no one to spell my name right for the rest of my life) 

It's me, your older and wiser self. I have a few things that I must clarify with you. If you were smart, you would get out your color coded gel pens and jot down these words of advice from the future. 

1. Stop honking the horn in the car while waiting for your mom to come out. I know right now it seems SO annoying that she's taking so long inside after getting you settled in the car. I know she said she forgot something and had to run back in real quick... 5 minutes ago. I know you can't possibly fathom WHAT on earth she could be doing in there. Here's what most likely is happening: 

She truly did forget something in the house. For this example, we'll use her coffee. She runs in to grab her coffee, it spills a little. She grabs a rag to wipe it up then throws it on the laundry pile. The laundry pile reminds her to switch the laundry- real quick! She puts the next load in too, while she's there. The leaning down reminds her she has to pee. She pees. Alone. Peeing reminds her that she drinks too much coffee and should drink more water. So she grabs a water bottle, her coffee, (let's not get too crazy) a snack for you (you're welcome), a snack for your siblings, lets the dog out one last time, and runs out the door. See how productive she is?! So stop honking, you little twerp. 

2. Yes, your mom is going to attend every single field trip, volunteer for every fundraiser and be intimately involved in every second of your life. Embrace it. It will be years until you come to appreciate it but believe me, you will. You will come to admire how involved your mom was in everything you did as a child. You will see the sacrifice and immense amount of love behind it. The time you spend with your mom as a child will shape the close relationship you have with her in the future. She'll be one of your best friends and will bail you out more times than you can imagine. So strap your sweet ass in that Chrysler Town & Country with your friends on the way to the pumpkin patch. You'll be doing the same before you know it. 

3. In high school, you're going to have to do a "where will you be in 10 years" prediction for the year book. Your response will be something along the lines of "married to a farmer, living in the country in a white picket fence house with lots of kids running around in the yard." ****spoiler alert**** You got it, girl. Now, if I may, I'll ask that you clarify that wish a bit. Might I suggest something more along these lines: "I'll be married to an independently wealthy farmer, in a ranch style home in a warm climate, with lots of kids (mix of girls and boys of course, all of who will be singletons) running around the yard, with unlimited time to craft and bake." Sounds lame now, but believe me, THATS the life. 

4. A few more things that don't need explaining:
- Wear your retainer. Don't try on your friends retainer- that's how you get strep. 
- Buy a diffuser for your hair dryer in the 8th grade. Your hair is curly.
- Moving to Colorado will be scary and you'll fight with your mom about going. Do it anyways. 
- Don't wear overall. Like, ever. 

The best is yet to come, my dear. Youre in for a real treat. 

Kaity (Not Katie. Like the rest of the world.)

Wednesday, January 1, 2014


2013. Definitely one for the books; Forever to be known as the year of exhaustion. We rung in the new year with good friends, sleeping babies, a wide awake toddler, wine, whiskey and a highly inappropriate game of Cards Against Humanity. It was the perfect end to a year filled with much joy and little sleep. 

Here it is, January 1st and my mind is racing with all the things I'll do different this year. Never mind the fact that we had chocolate chip muffins for breakfast, I'm still in my pajamas, there are toys scattered everywhere, and the TV has already warned me that it's been on over 4 hours. In my mind, this is the year I'll get my life together. (stop laughing you bitches.) 

I'm not one for resolutions. We'll, I'm more specifically not one for keeping resolutions. I love the idea of getting skinny, of being the most patient of all mothers, of making a point to do something nice for my husband every day, of keeping my house organized and my laundry under wraps. Then reality comes along saying "Hey you-hoo... you have 3 boys under 3. Get your head out of the clouds and go mop up that pee all over the bathroom floor!" So, today I have one resolution- accept the reality of life and find happiness exactly where I am. I spent too much of 2013 questioning where I should have been accepting. Too much time trying to evaluate and understand rather than listen and enjoy. I'm a "fixer" by nature. An over-analyzer, if you will. This year I resolve to stop trying to change things. 

Last week I got a daily devotional app on my phone. The first day, this was the scripture of the day...

The detailed explanation of this verse really hit home. It reminded me to trust in His plan and not question. It reminded me that there is a reason that I am where I am and that I need to embrace and pursue the opportunities that have been placed in front of me rather than try to analyze and understand them. There is absolutely nothing in this world that is harder for me to do than to let go of the "control" and hand everything over. During this season of life, I have been given the task of service to my family. So without questioning, I pledge to wholeheartedly commit to all that this entails and trust that God will guide me through. 

Now, of course I secretly hope that God will lead me to hating sweets, having unlimited amounts of energy, and to a huge stack of cash. And of course I not so secretly hope he'll lead my kids to sleeping through the night and my dog to miraculously stop shedding and for California to suddenly be a two hour drive away. I mean, a girl can hope, right? 

So far (14 hours into 2014) He hasn't led me to a hatred of sweets. Quite the contrary actually. Maybe fattening me up is part of His plan? That's what I'll tell myself as I eat one of these... 

Shall I share the recipe so I'm not the only fat kid out there? I think so. 

Chocolate Cupcakes with Peanut Butter Frosting


3 c flour
2 c sugar
4 T cocoa powder (heaping)
2 tsp baking soda
1 tsp salt
2 large eggs
1 c oil
2 c hot water 

Preheat oven to 350. Mix dry ingredients in one bowl and wet ingredients in another. Add wet to dry and mix thoroughly. Pour into lined muffin tins. Bake for 15-20 minutes until tops look dry. Cool before frosting. 

1 c butter, softened
1 c peanut butter
1/4 c milk (roughly) 
1 tsp vanilla 
3-4 c powdered sugar

Beat the butter and peanut butter until light and fluffy, about two minutes. Add the milk and vanilla and mix until incorporated. With mixer on, slowly add in powdered sugar until desired thickness is reached. At that point, beat on high for three minutes for fluffy, cloud like frosting. Dump frosting in a large ziplock, cut off the corner and generously pipe frosting onto cupcakes. Top with a peanut butter cup, mini chocolate chips or nothing at all! 
Makes 24 cupcakes. 

Here's to a year filled with laughter, love, rest, acceptance and muffin tops, er...cupcakes. Cheers! 

Tuesday, December 17, 2013

Mommy Guilt

I've reached a new low with the never ending Mommy Guilt. If you're a mom, you know what I'm talking about. The constant nagging in the back of your mind. It tells you that you should be feeding your kids more healthy. It tells you that you should keep a clean home so your kids learn to respect their things. It tells you that you should work out so your kids see how to keep fit but not too much because you don't want them to be too focused on appearance. It tells you that you should be doing more structured activities and less screen time. It tells you that you shouldn't work as much so you can be home with your kids. It tells you that you should get your kids the best Christmas gifts out there. It tells you that you should provide them with experiences instead of gifts. The Mommy Guilt is daunting and never ending. Part of me says it's a good thing because it means that we're constantly challenging ourselves to be better at this crazy job of ours. But when I'm not trying to make excuses for my crazy antics, it comes down to this- the Mommy Guilt has got to stop. 

The other night, Andy got home just in time for dinner. We had a lovely (reads: rushed, loud, messy) family dinner, threw the boys in the bath, then sat down to hang out in the living room. I hadn't showered in an obscene number of days. So while Andy played with the boys, I jumped in the shower. Instead of enjoying my warm and cozy shower, my mind was flooded with guilt. I felt guilty that Andy worked a full day and then had to come home and wrestle with crabby kids. I felt guilty that I wasn't out in the living room spending time with my husband. I felt guilty that the shower was dirty- I'd been meaning to clean the bathroom for days. Non. Stop. Guilt. It was at that moment, the low, where I felt guilty for taking a mother loving shower, that I realized something had to change. 

I've decided I'm holding myself to an unreachable standard. Facebook, Pinterest, Instagram, etc... lend me to believe that all my fellow mom friends are perfect. They are happy all the time, they fix delicious meals, have a fabulous marriage, their kids are well behaved, their house is spotless, and they shit rainbows. I think a lot of the guilt I feel comes from comparison. I know this is something I've addressed before, but it's time to be a little more honest about motherhood here. Let's all just confess that NO ONE completes more than 1% of the stuff they pin on Pinterest. So while I'd like to think I'm going to use cookie cutters to make snowmen pizzas on Christmas Eve, I'm not. And neither is the person who I re-pinned it from. And while we're at it, let's just confess that we aren't always patient with our kids. There are days that it takes everything in us to not drop them off on the side of the road when they're screaming in the back seat. It's okay to not be a perfect mom and it's even more okay to not feel guilty about your imperfection. 

In a couple days, Jack and Davis will be 9 months old. Which means it's been 18 months since we found out I was pregnant. Where is the time going?? Rather than sitting here and focusing on all of the things that HAVEN'T happened in the last 9 months, I'm going to focus on the things that have. Enjoy my GUILT FREE brag on my sweet boys... 

Davis: Bruiser, Little D, Beaver, Davey. 

ALL BOY. He has earned the name Bruiser by his endless supply of bruises, his constant grunting, and his general "bull in a china shop" disposition. He is going to keep my on my toes (and on my way to the ER)  for quite some time. He has four teeth- two top and two bottom. His little grin, when paired with his sweet nose scrunch, causes him to look like a little beaver. The Beave, if you will. He's fearless. Climbs on everything, falls off everything. Eats anything and lots of it (just found him with a Cutie that was half eaten, skin and all.) Covers himself from head to toe in whatever he's eating. Crawls at lightening speed and cruises on the furniture. Has had two black eyes, a head wound, been to the ER twice and is busting out of his size 4 shoes. He's loud and whiney but snugly and sweet. Loves him some Daddy and Carson but really is a Momma's boy. Just the way I like 'em. 

Jack: Jacky, Jack Jack, Jacker Cracker, Jackeroni and Cheese (all you moms who are fortunate enough to watch Bubble Guppies as often as me, just said "Jackeroni and Cheese?? That's silly!" 

Our little blue eyed cutie. A little more cautious than his wild brothers. I spend most of my day saving Jacky from awkward situations he's gotten himself into- stuck under a dining room chair, standing up against a wall with no knowledge of how to sit down, etc... Melts my heart by saying "Mama, Mama, Mama." Smiles at anyone and anything. Loves the water! Happily and quietly plays cars on the floor while his brothers ram rod around him. Grins from ear to ear and flaps his arms when Daddy walks through the door. Not even close to sleeping through the night (neither are his brothers!) Very dainty and clean eater with two bottom teeth. Has a sparkle in his eye that makes me nervous for his teen years... 

Carson: Carse, Bub, Carsey, Doodle Bug

Voluntarily poses for photos. Favors nudity. Says "got for" rather than forgot (usually along the lines of "Mommy! You got for Jacky!") Pees all over the bathroom. Knows the make and model of every truck and tractor in this house. Says "Aldigator" and "Marshmellios." Loves peanut butter, touching his brothers, and staying up all night then taking four hour naps. Worships his pacifier. Loves time with just Mommy. Is 2 3/4 years old and wears a size 4T, size 10 shoe and talks as much as a 4 year old. Growing up and changing by the day, our sweet little boy is a baby no more. 

In this season of life, I'm challenging myself to let go of the guilt and soak up the present. To be happy with myself as a mother, wife and woman. To be honest about the trials of this journey. And to surround myself with others who are choosing to do the same. 

Thursday, November 21, 2013

My Creative Outlet

I feel as though I have been on an emotional roller coaster the last few months. Literally, within one day I can go from "Oh my gosh, I am the luckiest girl in the world! I have three beautiful, healthy children and a husband who loves us! How on EARTH did I get to lucky?" To... "Oh sweet Jesus, where is the tequila? I can not hack it for one single second longer. No, really. I'm about to lose my shit." I think the combination of no sleep, crazy hormones, a very strong willed toddler (no idea where he gets that), and oh yeah... 8 month old TWINS has sent me into an emotional tail spin.

During this new stage of my life, I have discovered something very important about myself. I absolutely, 100% NEED a creative outlet or I go crazy. This is tricky because creativity is usually put on the back burner (to turn into a deep, dark, charred pan- similar to the ones in my kitchen sink) when it comes to surviving the daily tasks of a stay at home mom with three boys under three. I think this is why I have taken to photography. It's something I can easily do through out the day and is totally justifiable (in my crazy mind). I am helping to savor memories for my boys. I mean, they are totally going to want photos of themselves in pumpkin hats as grown adults. They absolutely need pictures of themselves covered in whatever we had for dinner. And more importantly, they really need a mom who is semi-sane. Fully sane is entirely too much to ask. If God wanted them to having fully functioning parents, maybe He should have reconsidered the whole twin thing...

Last night, I was up burning the midnight oil (I don't even know what that means but I assume it means I was up super duper late) trying to get some creativity flowing. It worked and even though I got roughly 4.5 hours of sleep, I feel so delusional  happy today. Maybe it's the snow. Or the fact that I'm in my jammies and have no intentions whatsoever of changing out of them... But I am in a happy place today. (Note: It's 10:04 am. Check me in a couple hours...)

I did a big, huge dump of photos off of my camera today. Good. Lord. These boys kill me. Prepare yourself for some serious cuteness. And my creative outlet for the day...

As a farmer's wife, you learn to roll with the punches. No day is every the same as the last and you are truly at the mercy of mother nature. Harvest this year was no exception. After a very long stretch of not seeing Daddy, it was such a blessing to get to go spend the afternoon with him at the farm. I think we have three future potato farmers. We're okay with that.

During harvest, my amazing mom came and stayed with us for a few weeks. If anyone knows about the life of a farm wife, it's my mom. I love that we grew up on a farm and that my mom modeled what a farm wife should be. While she was here, we ventured into the big city and spent an afternoon at the Children's Museum. Oh, to be a child again. The wonder and excitement in Carson's eyes made the anxiety of driving through Denver worth every second. (Note that there is not a single picture of him looking at me. WAY too exciting to pose for photos.)

There is something about Fall and pumpkins that is perfect for photography. A trip to the pumpkin patch and an afternoon playing in leaves make these some of my absolute favorite photos.

And just in case you missed the Halloween costumes... I've always heard you should't put all your eggs in one basket. That's why Carson isn't in this photo... (I am seriously laughing out loud to myself right now. Dying. Why do I find punny jokes so funny?! I am so lame.)

I love their animated little faces. And I especially love when I capture a funny look that only comes around every so often.

As you can see, my cup floweth over. My cup of love, my coffee cup and my bra cup. Time to sign off and feed the babes.

Wednesday, November 13, 2013

The Exciting Life of a Mom

So, it's the middle of November. Which means the babies are almost 8 MONTHS OLD. Which means my sweet toddler is getting dangerously close to THREE YEARS OLD. Which means I have 1.0 nanoseconds available daily to do anything. Here are some recent events that fellow moms will understand and enjoy...
1. On the verge of losing my mind, I took the boys on a drive to put them to sleep. Once they fell asleep, I drove home and sat in the car in front of our house for a good 40 minutes while they slept. It was silent and heavenly. I paid bills on my phone and stared into the abyss. In silence. For 40 whole minutes. 
2. Yesterday, we were up and out of the house to go to grocery shopping by 8am. I was SO proud. I mean, the babies were in the clothes they wore to bed, but we were out! Our grocery store is remodeling so they have random things on clearance. Yesterday's score was diapers. Jumbo packs of Pampers for $3.50! I loaded up. Then called three friends to tell them about my score. That's how lame I am. It made my day to find diapers on clearance. Get. A. Life. 
3. My family has been getting dressed off of the clean laundry pile I've so nicely created on the guest bed. I bet there's 6 loads of clean clothes piled in a disheveled fashion on that full size bed. I don't know why I suddenly don't have the ability to fold clothes. I figure getting them clean is enough? 
4. I signed Carson up for gymnastics. It's the greatest 45 minutes of our week. While he doesn't exactly understand organized play yet (reads: runs around like a cooped up puppy), it's still 45 glorious minutes that he's not asking me questions. Or touching me. Or looking at me. I actually have adult conversation with the other moms! And Carson does a mean squat on the beam. He'll be an Olympian for sure. 
5. The babies are crawling. Like, I can't even hide in the kitchen anymore because they find me. I am NOT READY for crawling babies. I literally spend my entire day sitting then back up, fishing things out of their mouths, and snuggling them up when they crash and burn. Just as with every other new stage, I'm sure I'll figure out how to function in this new stage. But for now, it's all I can do to feed everyone through out the day. Dishes? Yeah right. Laundry? Fat chance. Any other task that I can't even think of right now because it's been so long since I've done it? Not gonna happen. Our house is a mess and there's no end in sight. 
6. We bought a mini van. You read that correctly. I know, I know. I'm a sell out. But seriously, there was so other option! Believe me, I fought it hard. And I still don't love it. I mean, it's pretty pimp to have the automatic doors. But otherwise, it's still a mini van. I'm an SUV mom not a mini van mom. One day, one day. 

I haven't blogged in so long that I don't even know where to start!! I can think of two things I've done in the last few months that are SO Martha. We'll start there...

I'm converting a corner of our kitchen to an office area. I bought this super fun chalk board contact paper to make a calendar and list making wall. Really, this project just satisfied my crazy OCD for a day or two. All those straight lines, the ability to practice my chalk penmanship over and over, it's an ex-teachers dream. I have a desk and file drawers underneath that I'm going to refinish (in my spare time) to pull it all together. Don't hold your breath waiting for photos of this... I'm notorious for completing projects 90% of the way. I'm working on it... By starting other projects. Like making applesauce (3 jars made so far), taking up sewing (one project 97% completed in 2 months), etc... (BTW that etc... is code for "my brain is now flooded with projects I've started and not finished and I'm too embarrassed to list them all"). 

I made Halloween costumes for the babies. Ok, maybe the word "made" is a little far fetched. I wrapped boas around the babies. And bought Carson's for $11 at Old Navy. I'm still finding feathers all over our house (more evidence of the lack of time to vacuum). After about 14 seconds of wearing these costumes, the babies started trying to eat the feathers, sneezing from the feathers touching their noses, and generally hating me. So, while freaking hysterical, these costumes are not ideal for infants... And yes, I will contine to dress my 3 boys in "sibling costumes" for as long as I can. Like, until they stop trick or treating. Or stop liking me; which I'm sure will come first. 

I am DYING to get more holiday prints up on my etsy shop!! Of course, last week my computer took a huge dive off the "you don't take care of me and now I'm infected with 7,468 viruses" bridge. Be looking for some fun gift tags, card templates and party accessories in the next week! If you have any special requests, message me! I am taking some custom orders (time dependent)! 

I'll leave you with some cute pictures of the kiddos... Because no matter how busy my days are, I can always squeeze in a few photos of these monkeys! 

The bath time letter smuggler...

My superstar gymnast exposing his belly on the bar. (Note to self, buy bigger shirts)

Dimples... I could kiss them all day! 

Why do I miss this?! Someone smack me. Hard...