Hot Mess Mommy Express

Anytime I take my girls out, there is one common question that the inquiring minds of the public want to know. If I've answered this question once, I've answered it one hundred times. What is the hardest part? I find this question to be a bit irritating, but at the same time I understand where they are coming from. The thought of bringing two tiny infants home from he hospital, caring for their every need and raising them is terrifying to some.  I'll be honest and say that it wasn't always a breeze. Granted I feel like I am much different in that I brought home two healthy, full-term babies who were good natured from the beginning and continue to be today. That's not always the case for some and I thank God every single day for that! So let me tell you based on my personal experience what the hardest parts of raising twins are.  Crying It Out As parents its our constant goal to keep our babies comfortable and content. Well when you bring home two ...

Today is one of those very emotional days that we moms have every now and then. And I can't really explain it. One minute a happy article is bringing tears to my eyes and then this happened. As I'm working away in the afternoon, this little boy knocks on our glass door. I smiled and motioned for him to come in. He politely asked for a cup of water. Of course we gave him some water. He asked if he could take it with him. And he said "thank you so much" on his way out.  This really struck an emotional cord with me. This little boy was right around Rhylan's age and out walking around by himself. It tugged at my heartstrings and made me realize just how blessed we are. Not all kids have the life that my kids do. Yes there are times when we struggle and life isn't always easy, but we work to give our kids the best life that we can.  Do you ever watch you kids eat dinner and thank the Lord that you are able to feed and provide for t...

It's often the reason for laughter among my family and friends. That's right....I'll admit it. I'm a cryer! Let me clarify, I am generally a strong person and I can hold in my emotions (most of the time), but when it comes to my kids and their milestones? I am an absolute cryer! I'm not sure if it's because life is flying so fast, the fact that I am done having babies, so each milestone is for the last time or maybe it's because I am learning the reality of letting them go and be who they want to be.  Rhylan's first day at daycare - bawling.  Rhylan's first day at preschool - bawling.  Rhylan's first tumbling class? - yep, I cried!  Kindergarten Round Up - you get it!  Hearing my girls say my name - tears! I'm just so proud of my kids. As cheesy as it sounds, it's the truth. Seeing life through their eyes just fills me with emotion. Preschool graduation is just around the corner! And yep, you guessed it! There I will sit, better...

Last weekend, I had the itch for a day trip. So along with my momma, we packed up my three kiddos and headed out of town to do some shopping. Now let me just say that in the morning as I got the kids fed, bathed and dressed; as I loaded up the car with anything that we could potentially need on our day out, my conscience told me to stay home. I should've listened...Target is just not the same with three little kids in tow. Here's a breakdown of Target with two toddlers and a five year old.  Rhylan: "Mom can we please go to the toys?"  Me: "You have to be a good boy through the entire store and then we will go visit the toys last."  Five seconds pass.... Rhylan: "Mom can we please go to the toys?"  Me: "You have to be a good boy through the entire store and then we will go visit the toys last."  You get the idea....  I finally cave and head to the toy section with the hopes that a new toy will keep Rhylan occ...

Last weekend, I stood by my Dad's side as we laid his Grandma, my Great Grandma Curfman to rest. It is one of the phases of life, that never gets easier, no matter the age of the person that you are saying goodbye to. She was 94, which to me is worth celebrating. And I like to think that she would like it that way.  Sylvia Curfman was a huge part of my Dad's life. And I know that it was a tough situation for him, even with her being 94. One of the worst experiences for me is when my Dad cries. It absolutely tears me up inside. At the same time, I felt my little family growing closer in that moment. It really puts the importance of family into perspective. After the funeral, I felt myself wanting to stay close to my family, my Dad in particular. So we decided to go to lunch and do a bit of Super Bowl Sunday shopping, but first....  Anyone who knows or knew Sylvia Curfman knows that Hull, IL was where a big part of her life unfolded. She operated restaurants there,...

I've been trying to figure out how to put my thoughts into words over the past few days. 2016 has started by throwing us a curveball. Without going into too much detail, after spending a week in pain and unable to function, my husband ended up having to have surgery. I am so thankful to have him home and recovering and really this blog is a shout out to the man, that I know I've taken for granted from time to time.  Now that my husband is on a weight restriction until further notice, I've come to realize just how much my husband really does for myself and the kids. I've been holding down our fort for the past week and I didn't realize just how much he does. He has a job that requires a lot of his time, yet he still finds time to help me with the kids, take out the trash, fix things around the house, maintain the yard work, etc. Now that I'm doing it all on my own as well as taking care of him as he recovers, I have reali...

Nebraska.....that's where this Mommy has escaped to for the weekend. Catching up with family friends, no agenda, drinking coffee, watching movies, vegging out is what's in-store. And don't get me wrong as I absolutely adore my little family and though I miss them terribly right now, I truly did need this. I don't think I realized it, but it's only been one day and I already feel so refreshed and rejuvenated.  Most people wouldn't think of a road trip to Nebraska when they think of getting away, but the opportunity presented itself to spend some quality time with my mom and hit the road, I couldn't say no. The five hour journey flew by among the conversation with my mom. As I sit here waiting for the girls to get ready (for shopping, of course), I can't help but feel strange as I don't have to lift a finger. I don't have to say "No don't do that" or hop up and chase any toddlers. It's a bittersweet feeling, because I almost fe...