So here goes nothing. I'm a stay at home mom of four wonderful boys. I believe in love and compassion and forgiveness. I believe that you should treat others as you want to be treated. I believe in crying. Swearing. Yelling. Not at my kids. But you know. I'm far from perfect. I mess up..a lot. I burn dinner...breakfast...toast. I live on coffee and clif bars...and the occasional glass of wine. My husband...ohhhh my husband. He's a man of many talents. One of which is pushing my buttons and letting the kids get away with things mom doesn't. (Thanks dude.) but he's an amazing father, a super chef, and my best friend.  Our dog..he's an asshole..he's a good boy, but he's got attitude just as bad as the 10 year old. (We'll get to that later.) I plan to homeschool the younger littles this year, I've been let down just a few too many times by the public school system to continue trusting them with my children. Currently, I'm fighting to lose the rest of my pregnancy weight. I'm battling my postpartum depression, and nursing a baby. Hubby and I have been together for 6 years, married for 2.

   Our youngest son Axel is 4 months old. Axel, oh Axel. He is the sweetest, happiest little baby. Literally, his nickname is Happy. He loves sleep, boobs and being worn. Oh and his hands. He loves to chew on his hands. He has the most adorable little smile. He wakes up nice and early, which sometimes sucks but I wouldn't trade it for anything...it's our nice little alone time before the chaos gets going for the day.

    Aaron. Our sunshine. He's smart, he's cute, and he is fearless. He loves swings, animals, and his family. He may be small but he is mighty. He insists on doing everything himself. And I mean EVERYTHING. "Hey buddy can I give you hand opening that yogurt?"  To which you'll be answered with a "mommy, me do."  He is mommys little helper. If I'm washing dishes...he has to help. If Im cleaning the bathroom..he has to help. Scrubbing the floor, changing his little brothers diapers, scooping the kitty litter...you name it..he wants to help.

    Alexander, my gentle giant. He's sweet, but he packs a wallop. He can usually be found not wearing pants, playing with dinosaurs, spraying his brothers with the hose and/or playing in the dirt. King of ignoring requests. Daddy's little buddy. He has a tendency to get a little too rough. A big ball of boundless energy. He loves cuddles, and wrestling..the two usually end up being the same at some point. We call this aggressive cuddling. 😂  also fearless. And has some of the most priceless facial expression you have ever seen.

   Austin. My firstborn. He's 10 going on 20. He's a huge help with just about everything...but he usually puts up a stink about it. Eager to learn anything he can, he loves Blackhawks hockey and dessert. He's quite the whirlwind of emotions. And he always has been. He's an amazing big brother pretty much all of the time. He definitely has his moments...his little brothers want nothing more than to hang out with him but he'd usually rather be left alone. He loves playing outside, hanging out with his friends and of course...video games.


I cannot wait to share some crazy stories, antics and mishaps with you. I hope you all enjoy this crazy beautiful adventure we call life.