Jumping Back In

I can’t believe that I haven’t written in this space since 2013.

So many things have changed and I can’t wait to update this space with all that is going on in our lives.

The short story: Barney is five now and thankfully has finally ditched her two pair a day habit, The Chicken is an adult (I know, I know I can’t believe it either), Giggles had a baby and next week our marriage will be old enough to drink!

I am still gramming here, although not as much as I used to.

I look forward to catching up with everyone and meeting new friends! If you have any questions about anything please feel free to leave them in the comments and I will answer them in an upcoming post.

Until next time…

Because She is My Child

If you follow me on twitter or instagrm you may have seen my hashtag #poorchicken.

About ten minutes after this photo was taken at a Youth Event we attended this past weekend….

And because of some crazed teenager wanting to high five the lead singer of Hawk Nelson when he jumped off the stage, she will be needing these…..

for the next 4-6 weeks.

I don’t blame Jason (although I keep wanting to call him Jimmie or Johnnie) (and yes with an ‘ie’).

I don’t even blame the crazed teenagers who rushed the stage and knocked her knee in such a way to tear the ligament.

I blame this squarely on myself. I mean when you have a mother who is scolding the dog and goes to go back up the stairs and whacks her temple of the wall that has been there for the last six years so hard that she saw stars and this isn’t the first time she has done this…..

Clearly you can see my point.

So today while I nurse my wounded child and my lump on my temple check out the other places you can find me around the interwebs.

Where I tell you where you can find the mythical lipstick that stays on all day.

Where you see that I am up to something with a bunch of other lovely ladies.

Where you can get ideas for your next year’s couple’s costume, because it’s never too early to start planning.


Dear Chicken,

Do you know how much the mommy guilt is consuming me because I wasn’t there this morning to push the hair out of your face and just stare at your sleeping eyes for a few moments before I started to rub your back to wake you up.

In those moments in the morning when the light from the hallway is streaming through the slats on the top bunk I see glimpses of the small child you once were and the woman that you are rapidly becoming.

You would grumble and roll over and I would remind you that it was your thirteenth birthday. You may have asked for a few more minutes or you may have shot right up excited to start your day.

I will never know.

I can’t believe that you are thirteen.


I just can’t wrap my head around it.

I can’t wait for next week when we can start planning your birthday bash. I remember the excitement on your face when you figured out what theme you wanted to do.

I think it will be sweet.

And soon I will be home & I will let your rifle through my bag of stuff. You will show me what new things your puppy can do and tell me all about your concert and your game and all the fun things that you did with your dad to make your day oh so special.

Thank you for understanding. Thank you for letting me follow my dreams. Thank you for just being you.

I love you my Chicken.