The messes they got themselves into could easily be washed off in the bathtub.


I'm back. No apologies. No excuses.
Just wanted to introduce you to another beautiful little blessing given to us.
Olivia Brooks was born on October 21.

She charged into this world, produced a birth story that won't easily be forgotten, and wrapped the entire clan around her finger in a matter of minutes.



This girl is pure sunshine. I am in love with her.
And the kids are so in love with her as well. Especially the boys. Go figure.
Remember this guy.

He tormented the twins for a solid year. Literally. I would have to lock the babies inside their bedroom for their own protection if (God forbid) I had to tinkle.
But now he is a gentle and kind big brother. He loves sweet Olivia to the moon and back. And he will often come over while I am nursing her, put his arm around me, and slowly exhale, "Mom, I'm so glad you were pregnant." Me too, buddy.


It's been almost a full year since I last posted on this blog. That doesn't mean there have been no posts drafted or great intentions. But life has gotten the best of me. Not in a bad way, just in an honest way.
I'm not sure what has kept me from posting regularly. Priorities? Insecurities? Laziness? A search for clear vision or purpose? Probably a little bit of all of those. And add in 14 weeks of extreme morning all day sickness, and I think we've found the answer.
But it definitely hasn't been due to a lack of content.
This crew provides a massive amount of material to entertain the masses.




The summer is drawing to a close, and I must say that we had a wonderful and action-packed summer. It included several trips to the beach, visits with family and friends, amusement parks, aquariums, picnics, playgrounds, and a whole lot of fun.
While this resulted in many terrific memories made, it also made one tired mommy. Phew. I was pretty excited to see the "Back to School" roll outs taking place in the stores.

As a mother of young children, there are many things that don't come easy. Showering, for example. Or shaving. Grocery shopping is almost impossible. Forget about keeping up with world issues or following current politics.
One of the most difficult tasks to get accomplished, I think, is updating my personal wardrobe.
When we toured our current home for the first time, almost 3 years ago, I started to cry when I saw the master closet. It is huge. (Actually, it served as Ryan's nursery for the first 2 years, but that is a different story...) Anyway, our prior house had very little closet space, and I was very excited to finally get some space.
Space for what, though. Well, my huge closet ended up being filled with stupid clothes that dated back to college. Seriously. Some even went back to high school. It was bad.
By nature, I am a thrifty and minimalistic person. But also, by nature, I enjoy looking put together and showing a bit of creative style.
But how was I ever going to remedy this situation?
Clothes don't grow on trees. Boutiques don't have childcare (or big buggies). And I can't whip up a new skirt in my spare time while the kids are picking the garden.
Then I heard about this genius business idea. Genius.
Introducing: Stitch Fix
When I come home and see this little gem sitting on my front porch, I close my eyes and pretend I am living in sunny California with an active social calendar and a personal stylist. Well...at least it will be fun to have something new to wear to the playground.
Over the past few months, I have been contacted by several people (more like 6 or 7) telling me of another tragic story of a family who suddenly had a child pass away. My heart breaks every time.
They're always tragic. Always senseless. Always wrong. Always sad.
I am thankful to be a point of contact for these types of losses. Never would I have imagined that it would be so, but I am grateful of these folks' compassion for their friends and their desire to minister to them during this incredibly sad time.
You have heard me mention Nancy Guthrie before, I'm sure. Bob and I had the pleasure of meeting Nancy and her husband at a Respite Retreat several years ago. Her ministry to grieving parents dramatically impacted our journey and continues to inspire us to find proper perspective and seek God's purpose in the sadness.
She recently polled some of the retreat attendees as she was preparing this article, and it was just released. I hope you find it helpful should you ever need to reach out to a grieving family.
We have returned from Heaven. I mean vacation. It was a wonderful trip that exceeded our expectations on so many levels.
This was our first time to Kiawah Island in South Carolina. The beach was beautiful and the atmosphere was so very relaxing.
We arrived Saturday evening and, as we had promised, took the kids straight to the beach. This little beauty was waiting for us. It was a full double rainbow in all it's splendor. And, if you've been following our story for a while, you know that double rainbows have a bit of significance for our family.


