Monthly Archives: January 2012

My Lovely Distractions

Good morning to the world! Bittersweet day. In lieu of lots of whiny words, I thought I would share some pics I took yesterday. Still trying to perfect my new camera in low light settings.

Juney literally walks into the house, strips down naked, asks for a drink (in a very throaty, thirty voice) and plops down on the couch with a stack of books. Yes, this happens everytime we come into the house. Crazy kid.

I love this boy.

How is he almost one already?? CRAZY!!!

Yes, that is an Albert Einstein doll. Santa has a sense of humor. Oh, and notice Juney now has clothes on…sort of. A Snow White dress counts, right?

Even Spike was a little bit sad yesterday.

This picture makes me laugh. His eyes are HUGE. And he is watching something absolutely riveting. Or terrifying. Not sure.

Time for lots of morning cuddles. Staying positive (despite lonely sleepless night. I know, poor me. Ok, I had to whine a little.), and ready for lots of important changes. However, it would be great if everyone in my house would simply stop coughing and snotting all over the place. No one ever tells you how positively disgusting kids can be. You’ve been warned.

The Mommy Diarist


Sick Day

This is what a sick day looks like! Love her.

Something different.

Since we are all sick and basically banned from public places, we took a drive yesterday out to Fields of Athenry, our favorite place to buy local, hormone free meat. It is a wonderful place. Definitely check out their website so you can learn more about what they do there. It’s awesome.

While we were there, and in between wiping the noses of my two children, I snapped a few photos of the 4 horses that roam the grounds.

Kind of random, but just thought I would share. I love taking my kiddos to the farm. As a midwestern girl living in the burbs, it is beyond refreshing to have such a gorgeous sanctuary with life pulsing through it to take Huck and Juney.

The last one is my favorite. Just beautiful!

So, Wildhorse has the flu, Huck has croup, and Juney has been coughing all night. Here I sit, patiently waiting for the next fire to put out. Pretty wild and crazy Saturday night! Hope you all are having a great weekend!

The Mommy Diarist

one day at a time…

After spending many, many, MANY nights wide awake in bed, drowning slowly in lofty dreams, business ideas, children’s book plots, incomplete tasks and unrealized goals, I have had an epiphany of sorts. Or maybe it’s a wake-up call. A moment of clarity, if you will. And here it is…….

Ideas + Scatter-brained approach – Organization = Chaos (GENIUS)

Goals + Dreams + Book Plots – Plan = Nothing (BRILLIANT)

Motivation + Good Intentions – Action = Sitting on the couch, drinking a Bud Light, watching the Real Housewives (Archimedes-esque)

Still with me? I know all of you right-brainers are thinking, “What is she saying exactly”?? It is pretty ground-breaking. HA! I need a plan, that’s what!!

Engaging planning phase. Goal-setting, if you will, which I have talked about extensively on this blog, but never actually accomplished (sorry to any of you who believed I actually had it all together). I am going to spend the next week making a list of said goals, dreams, book plots, etc., and I will share with you once complete. In embracing the self-help spirit of the blogiverse, I intend to utilize this forum to explore my quest to accomplish said goals while being a mommy and a wife. I think this is what I was trying to do all along, but not until tonite did I actually realize the purpose of this blog. Yes, folks, I believe I’ve had my coming-of-age moment.

So many dear friends of mine feel trapped in mommyhood (or even wife-hood), thinking that dreamer days are in the past. I say dream on (in the key of Pretty Woman guy and Steven Tyler)!

More to come. Kind of giddy with excitement, despite croup-y baby and Afghanistan bound husband. Life is everywhere, and life is good.

The Mommy Diarist


too much.

Brain. On. Overload. Must. Blog.

So, January is well on its way to February, and I am still trying to catch up from Christmas. I have not yet penned my resolutions, matched the thousands of socks in two heaping laundry baskets upstairs, read my book club book, balanced my home budget or cleaned out my car, all things I told myself I would have done by February 1st. Where does the time go??? More importantly, why do I keep imposing deadlines that ultimately cannot be met? Why must there always be deadlines?? From the moment I wake up, I am battling everything from water bills to photo submission deadlines to milk expiration dates.

If I have learned anything about myself in the 30 years I have known me, this is it. I am absolutely certain that when I am overwhelmed/stressed/unhappy, my brain stops computing in any sort of rational way and goes into super-crazy lady mode. Super-crazy lady mode cannot clearly be defined, but it usually involves slamming cabinets, food (usually of the junk food variety, since I DESERVE it), and a long tearful chat with Wildhorse in which I get the “you’ve-been-talking-for-more-than-15-minutes-straight” open-mouthed stare as a response.

I am not there. Not yet. But, storms a-brewing.

First step to feeling more accomplished is going to be more sleep. So, this will be a short entry. I may not have finished the laundry today, but I did finger-paint, so all is not lost.

For those that know me, you know I am trying to launch my photography business while wrapping my mind around Wildhorse’s upcoming departure to Afghanistan for three months. Will try to keep the pity party to a minimum. Once I catch my groove, I am sure my incessant complaining will once again give way to witty banter and motivational speak. Thanks for sticking with me. 🙂

The Mommy Diarist


Last night, Wildhorse and I made the mistake of watching House Hunters International of HGTV. Today, all morning in fact, I have been dreaming about moving to a very, very small village tucked between the boot and the heel in Italy and making friends with lots of really, really old women. In the end, the couple (a travel writer and an unemployed journeyman, our dream jobs) chose a flat that had no heat and no kitchen for $40,000 American dollars. Hmmm, thinking that might not work for my family. And, presumably, school would be tricky for my kids since they don’t speak any Italian (However, Huck does day mama, dada, ninite, baba and hey)(And Juney never stops talking, in English). But now, back to reality. Dream remains a dream.

(If you skipped that song, go back and listen. It’s pretty awesome (even if the NFL overplayed it), and it will be in your head all day, which is nice, because it’s cool.)

Wildhorse and I had soo many dreams when we moved to Virginia. Travel was probably the biggest. We wanted to go everywhere, still do. While Wildhorse was on his third trip to Iraq, or the Sandbox as he affectionately calls it, we took a mid-tour leave trip to Toronto.

It was amazing. Great city–so clean. Great food. Great bellinis.

Two months later, we got the surprise that changed our travel dreams forever…..Juney would be joining our dreamer duo. Ummm, shocker. Holy crap. Yeah, did I mention it was a surprise?? Seriously, he was home for two weeks. God has a plan, and his plan surely changed ours.

I love my children more and more everyday. I love my husband. I love, love, LOVE my life. But, somedays I do pine for those trips we never took…is that ok? I mean, Napa with a 2.5 year old and 11 month old…not happening. Then there is International travel, a feat I find scarier than the Paranormal Activity previews. Do you know how much it is to even fly overseas??? And, what would we do with the kids when we got there. For serious, when I travel, I like to eat, drink wine, and chit-chat about politics, pop culture, funny memories and inappropriate anecdotes. Though Juney could probably keep up with the conversation, I am not sure it is my dream come true.

But, I keep on dreaming. And, I hope my kids dream bigger than their parents. I think if you stop dreaming, you stop living. I am not the first to make this realization, but it’s important to acknowledge the sentiment. Keep dreaming. Life is unconventional in every way. Dreams keep me in check, make me want to be better each and every day. (Kind of rhymed).

Now that I sound like the guy at the end of Pretty Woman, I will stop. Time for a dance party in the kitchen. Just living the dream.


The Mommy Diarist

It continues….