Back in the Bury

Before I begin, I’ve realized I ave way too many kids and the letter thing won’t work…so I’m going to introduce the Crazies to you if you’re not familiar with us.

Sam – That’s me, your author and mom.

Zed – That’s dad and my awesome husband (currently on an adventure with the military)

Mia – Our new 4 year old who is super in tune with emotions of others.

Ana – Our 2 year old who is spunky and super caring.

Dax – Our lone boy, who’s 1 and weighs nearly 30lbs (hopefully he likes sports).

Zoe – Our newest addition who is seven weeks and loves to smile.
As most know, I spent the last 2 months back under my parent’s roof in my hometown. Though totally doable, I didn’t want to be home in Oklahoma with no husband, 3 under 4 and pregnant with #4. So I packed up my home and drove to Maryland with the help of my parents. 

My Granny made meals just about nightly for me and my crazies and was always ther to assist if I needed a sitter or help picking the girls up from school. She also is the reason I no longer bite my nails (Don’t tell Zed…it’s his homecoming surprise. Most wives lose weight while their husbands are away…I broke a habit). 

While I was home I go to catch up with old friends, start planning my 10yr high school reunion, and get as much sleep in as possible. I was also able to pick up some pretty awesome mom hacks thanks to my mom.

G Hacks:

– A wash cloth over the eyes keeps out soap

– A dropped pacifier can be sanitized by Mom’s mouth

– Use bath time as a way to corral all the kids in one place and allow you to get off your feet for a second 

– You can get kids to do just about anything if you disguise it as a game

– Always wash dish towels and Tupperware prior to using it at a house with small children

– Yoga is really fun with kids, and a way to start the bedtime routine
I also learned some hacks from my dad.

Pappy Hacks

– You can stop biting your nails for good by just deciding to do it

– Getting to your destination fast will never be more enjoyable than getting off the road by 5 and in a comfy hotel bed

– Patience will always calm a screaming newborn
My time there was really enjoyable and I am so thankful for the help from everyone. Now I have the task of getting my home ready for all 6 of us to be living in it (Ana and Dax are currently at the ranch with Papa and Grandma). My list grows the more I sit here, I’ll try to post if I accomplish anything noteworthy.


Mary, Mary Quite Contrary

I’m trying to help our family eat more clean, and also save a few cents where I can. One of the ways to do this is to have a garden. Oklahoma’s dirt is red clay so I’m doing a raised garden. This will be my second attempt (my first attempt was 2yrs ago and was ruined by a 100yr flood). 

Today I started growing cucumbers, squash, zucchini, strawberries, watermelon, tomatoes, potatoes, and onions. I’ll be adding lettuce and spinach and peppers is my hope. We also have a sizable blackberry patch that the kids enjoy. 

So today is day one. I used jiffy starter pods and seeds. I’ll let you know how it goes.

Shut Up and Color

As my dad and I were sitting at the kitchen table enjoying a moment of silence (the kids were all happily playing) he said I don’t know how you do it.

Jokingly, I said I just shut up and color. He laughed and asked is today a color in or outside the lines day. 

It was at that moment I realized how true my statement was.

There are days I color inside the lines complete with shading and true technique. Then there are those days that I sit and stare at the paper, unable to put my canyon to paper, but knowing I must.

No matter the day I finish with a completed picture. My coloring for the day may look as if I’ve done nothing because I’ve simply colored with a white crayon. It could also look like a Picasso (not really but it makes me feel good about myself). The important thing is I colored. I kept going and met my goal for the day.

No matter what your goal is, color. It may look like a 2 year old did it, but you met your goal. 





  1. 1.

    feeling gratitude or sympathy; moved.

    “the star said he was ‘very touched’ to receive his medal”

  2. 2.


    slightly insane; crazy.

    “you have to be a little touched to do my job”

This word was used numerous times the 36hrs I was in the hospital; by the nurses, midwives, and birth photographer.

It all started with a stress test at my OBs office. No signs of contractions, no signs of stress on the baby, no signs of labor starting any time soon. I was able to delay setting an induce date and scheduled my next appointment. I picked up the girls and headed home (well to my parents home that I’ve adopted these past few weeks). I settled them in, made some dinner for them, ate a delicious dinner prepared by my grandmother and got ready for another evening of chasing 3 hoping it would get things going.

About 6pm I started noticing tightening in my belly, but this had happened before and I didn’t pay much attention to it. It was tub time for the kiddos after all. With kids smelling yummy and dressed I couldn’t ignore the tightening anymore. I started tracking it…30sec long and 4min apart. 

By 7pm they were about 45sec long and 3mim apart. This is when it finally hit me that Z would not be in the room when this baby was born. I packed up my hospital bag (trying to delay as long as possible) and broke down and called Z. Thankfully we had made a plan months ago and timing worked out great that he wasn’t busy and was able to answer. He told me I needed to get to the hospital and to call again when I’m settled in and ready to go. I got my mom and grandmother and we were off.

I am not the nicest laboring mama (think Jekyll and Hyde). Thank you Mom and Granny for putting up with me. We arrive to the hospital at 8:05pm, 6hrs after my OB had told me see you next week and 2hrs after noticing labor starting. 

The nurses at PRMC were fantastic. I told them I have super short labors and they listened. I had three nurses working together to get me admitted, in a room, and an epidural as quickly as possible. Now that I was in a happy place the nurses asked my story. 

They knew this was baby #4 in 4yrs. I told them a birth photographer was on her way and they told me to tell her to hurry. I then said Z would be here via FaceTime from his deployed location. The midwife came in and heard my story too. 

In walked the birth photographer. She had never had the opportunity to photograph a live birth, she had only ever worked with stillborns. She was so excited that she could help capture these moments for Z. 

We got Z on FaceTime and on the next contraction Baby Z was born at 10:05. 8hrs after my OB saying see you next week, 4hrs after noticing labor starting, and 2hrs after arriving at the hospital. She weighed 7lbs 1oz and was 19in long. She came into this world healthy and alert. Seeing Z’s face upon meeting his little girl via FaceTime had the entire room quiet and in awe. It was an amazing image that I will have for the rest of my life. 

Thank you Jennifer Seay Photography for capturing it. 

For the next 36hrs Baby Z and I spent as much time with Z as we could (having two Z’s may get tough…Need to figure that out). Each time anyone would walk in the room and see the iPad on they would ask if Daddy was on, if he was they would leave if not they would come in and do whatever checks they needed.

Everyone knew our story. Everyone expressed their appreciation for our family’s sacrifice. Everyone said our family had touched them. The outpouring of support from the hospital was amazing and completely unexpected (I’m in a town that never sees a military member in uniform, people rarely move away, and who proudly display the American flag). This experience made me appreciate my little hometown so much more.

When I looked up the definition for touched I love that both apply. Our family had touched the lives of others, but we are also touched…As in insane…As in who would have 4 under 4 while both parents are active duty military. We love our life and we wouldn’t trade it for the world. It’s chaos, but it’s a lot of fun. 

Baby Z’s current stats at 2wks old…20in/7lbs1oz


To 2016

This past year has been crazy. As we prepare to close it out and welcome 2017, a look back is in order.

Z: Went on 5 short trips and 1 deployment and was gone just about 5/12 months of the year. He continued to work on his Master’s and is over halfway complete.

S: I received a new position went on 1 short trip, ended the bad habit of biting my nails, and learned in May I was pregnant with baby #4.

M: She graduated from speech therapy, learned how to ride a bike without training wheels within an hour, and was bucked off a horse for the first time.

A: Got tubes in her ears, her umbilical hernia repaired, and overcame her fear of dogs.

D: Has 6 teeth, eats everything in site, and learned how to walk. 

Baby #4: Is still waiting to make her debut. If she hangs out for the next 17hrs this will be the first year since 2013 we will not welcome a new baby into our family. 
As you go throughout your day remember the positives and refuse to dwell on the negatives. Life is short and not always what we plan, but in the end it all works out.
Happy New Year from our family to yours.


Have Yourself a Merry Little Christmas

Merry Christmas from the Davies.

Z spent his Christmas skiing indoors and walking through one of the largest malls in the world. His Christmas day will be spent working and prepping jets to fly.

The kiddos and I had family pictures done, the girls went to a fun house, we went to Christmas Eve Mass and then enjoyed the annual Berthiaume/Fiddler Family Christmas Eve party (45-50 people in attendance). 

Tomorrow will be the great gift opening extravaganza. We’re hoping internet connection will be good enough to video chat Z, but pictures and video will be used to capture their reactions.

We hope you all are enjoying your time with family. Please say an extra prayer for Z as he spends this holiday season apart from us. 


Just Another Day

I’m officially in Maryland where I’ll deliver baby #4. We’ve been here a total of 4 days and have had quite the excitement. The drive was a whole other level of excitement. 

On Tuesday I received a call from daycare that my oh so graceful son had tripped and his eye meet the corner of a book shelf. Black eye #1 for my kids.

I picked my parents up from the airport, we picked the kids up from daycare, and we drove. I had preloaded the suburban and there was still pretty good visibility out all windows. We made it to Fort Smith, Arkansas that night. They didn’t have pack n plays or cribs and I learned that Dax must have one of those in order for him to sleep 😵 Day two we made it to Sevierville, Tennessee with every intention of seeing a massive light show, but all kids were asleep and refused to wake up when we got there. Day three we made it to my parents home in Maryland. We were greeted with homemade spaghetti and meatballs and all local family; the kids were so excited to be out of the car. 

Best line of the trip: “Mom! I smell poop!” Said by M, upon smelling a fart from someone in the vehicle. The culprit’s window rolled down instantly.

Friday we enjoyed a day at the house and just let the kids play. A, who is deathly afraid of animals, began to get used to my parents yellow lab Libby and started initiating the interaction. As I was finishing my homemade bread making lesson, given by my grandmother, a call came in saying the local yacht club was on fire. My grandmother and I went to the community hall and began making sandwiches for the 7 different fire departments that were fighting the flames. When we arrived with 100+ sandwiches, water, and coffee the destruction was astounding. 

The yacht club is where I worked from age 14-17 every weekend and most Wednesdays. It’s where I had dinner prior to prom and where my parents had their rehearsal dinner. With the fire pit and everyone fed we returned home to eat dinner ourselves. About midnight the fire reignited and finished off the building. What we saw the next morning was heart breaking. The club will be rebuilt. If you have any connection to a yacht club, please let me know. The thing lost that will be difficult to replace is all the pennants. I would love to collect as many as I can and give them to the Wicomico Yacht Club upon their reopening.

Saturday brought the Romspert family Christmas party. This is a yearly tradition and one I have been unable to be a part of for about 5yrs. My Great Aunt Barb is so giving and no one leaves without a gift. There are 4 generations now in attendance at this family gathering. I also attempted a picture of the kids, I’ll leave it up to you to decide how it ended up.

Sunday we met my grandparents’ new puppy, Ben. He’s an 8wk old standard poodle. Because A had been around Libby so much she went right to him and had no fear. She and M also enjoyed chasing their chickens. 

Today has been by far the most exciting day. We went grocery shopping, mailed some packages, and had a visit from the Allen Volunteer Ambulance. For some reason my car will lock itself with the keys inside. It has done it before, but M was inside and able to unlock it. Today, no such luck, just a sleeping D. After my dad and I’s failed attempt to get it open it he ran up the road to the fire department and brought the ambulance back with him. After about 15min of messing with the door they were successful and D was awoken by the alarm going off. If anyone has any thoughts on how to avoid this, except for the obvious keep the keys with me once turning the vehicle off, please share.

I think that’s about it for now. We still have no middle name for baby girl, but we’re getting closer to her due date. Feel free to comment with your guess on her arrival date. I’ll come up with some fun prize for whoever is right (She’s due Jan 6th).

Z is still doing great. He’s flying a ton and was part of a pretty important mission that made national news. He met up with a buddy from college and has done some sightseeing. We’re about 25% through with this adventure. 

Until the next time. 


3 Down

Just as this Momma was getting worn out, 4 reinforcements came in. Z’s parents and two youngest (there are 6 boys in the family total) brothers came in to town for Turkey Day. It was so nice to have the help and to be honest it was nice to have a reason to clean up my house for the first time since Z has left. D fell in love with his Grandma and repeatedly chose her over me. M and A were so happy to get roughhoused by their uncles. It was the first time I saw how much they missed their dad rather than them just telling me. We had a tasty Thanksgiving dinner and played at Chuck E Cheese. 

Daddy Tracker (a way for me to remember what he’s missed so I can fill him in when he gets home):

Busted lips – 3 (Momma, M, and A)

Edit: Make that 4 another one for A

Poop on the walls – 2 

Sick Days – 1

Cute Sayings – Both courtesy of M.

Mom, Mere! I promise, there’s a mess (the first poop on the walls incident)

Mom, where did Papa go? I NEED him!

Baby Tracker:

I’m currently 34wks. I’ve started getting some braxton hicks and swelling, but nothing serious. Heartburn is killer so if tradition holds true this baby will have lots of hair. I’ve only had one Charley Horse (way better than previous pregnancies). This Friday will give me the first indication of how close to her due date little girl will arrive. Still set on her first name, have 4 middle names we’re trying to choose from.

I Am the Storm

I saw this on a friend’s Facebook feed today and I was immediately inspired. I’m actually sitting at work writing this post because it spoke to me so much.

Today, for about the 100th time, I was asked by a senior leader “How do you all do it?” What he was referencing was me being active duty, Z being active duty and currently deployed, having 3 young kids, and being pregnant with our 4th. I laughed it off and he pushed, he wanted an answer, as did the 3 other senior leaders I was standing with. I told them we just do it (thank you Nike). It’s what we’ve always known and we don’t have a choice. We have to be great at our jobs both as parents, a couple, and officers in the military. That didn’t seem to pacify them. Here were three men, each having a minimum of 15 years in the military, wanting to know the secret recipe to having a successful family and career. 

So here’s the secret recipe that I gave and it can be applied to everything in life. 

1. We know that God has a plan and as long as we do our best it will come to pass. He also doesn’t give us anything we can’t handle.

2. We love deeply. We love ourselves, each other, our kids, our lives. Important note: Love and like are not the same thing 😁

3. We accept everything we are given graciously even if it’s not what we had in mind. This is not always easy and at times, well most times, it takes a while to get the graciously part.

4. We will never sacrifice our family. “BUT Z is missing the birth of your child” they said. True, but Z has to deploy at sometime, he’s going to miss stuff. He also has to deploy to upgrade and to move bases. If he turned down this deployment that timeline would have been delayed and there is a high chance we would be stationed apart in the future because he couldn’t move with us. A small sacrifice to avoid a larger one. We also have done a lot to still incorporate Z intot he family even though he’s not physically with us.

5. We knew it wasn’t going to be easy and we don’t dwell on the hard. Are we in a constant state of survival mode? Some days yes. But what you see as survival mode is our normal. 

So when I saw this quote I thought, I am the storm. I dictate how my family will live. I can control what I can and everything else doesn’t matter. So be storm in life. That doesn’t mean be destructive without regard for others. Take control of your life and live.


Veteran’s Day

This is the first Veteran’s Day that isn’t about getting as many free deals as possible. This one is about being thankful for the sacrifice of my husband and those like my husband. They give up precious family time to defend our country and all those who reside within its boundaries. 

So…how’s it been as a 31wk pregnant mom of 3 kids 3 and under and a husband who is going for some months? 

It’s been ok. Z’s mom was awesome and flew out to help with the kids so we could have some last minute couple time. It also allowed me to drive Z to the airport and not take church friends away from their families. M was adorable, she’s super smart (not just saying that because I’m her mom). She knew Z was leaving and gave him a huge hug and kiss. She is a great oldest child and big sis. 

A and D have no idea what’s going on. A will notice in about a week that Daddy is gone (pray for me once that happens). 

So what’s changed? I now keep my phone volume turned up at night or really any time I’m not at work. My home is also not as picked up as usual. 

Here’s to a successful week 2.