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.

It’s Hit

We’re X days out from Z taking off to go play in the sand and it’s finally setting in. The emotions, the worry, the stress, the anxiety. All these I expected would happen, I was just hoping not all at once. Being pregnant I’m not always a “stable” person anyway. Add this flood of emotions, the only thing I’m thankful for is that Z is still here to keep the kids happy and in the blind. 

The one thing I think will be hardest for me is I won’t be able to text or call and get near instant response. The longest time we’ve been apart is about 30 days, this will be much longer. He was also always within the US so just had to coordinate a 3hr time change. We’ll now be on opposite schedules and unreliable connection. 

Deployments are tough. We each handle them differently; spouse, parent, child. What will get me through is the amazing support system I am between family, friends, and coworkers. As this part of life comes upon me I must be strong, but most importantly I must ask for help. 
Side Note: If anyone would like to send Z a care package let me know and I’ll get you the necessary information.

The Bag

Every military family knows what it looks like and what it means. It’s an impending time away for the military member in the family for an extended period of time. The bag is large enough to fit our small army with enough pockets and compartments to make my Eagle Scout of a husband smile when he finds a new one. 
Tonight the bag came out for its first time and surely not its last. As Z began examine each pocket he started making a list of what he’ll ship and what he’ll pack. It’s starting to sink in that he’s leaving soon. Z has done a date with all of his girls, including an over night date with me (thanks family!). 

Before he leaves we have a few more fun things planned (zombie paintball, pumpkin carving, trick or treating, and an open house). We also hope to get in a few more nuggles as the girls say and a couple more fire pit nights (a favorite of M and A). 

Now for a quick baby update:

– We’ve chosen a first name and no you won’t know what it is until after she’s born. We still have to decide on a middle name.

– She’s got a strong heartbeat of 142.

– Momma is doing well. I’ve got some back pain, but this is baby #4 in 4yrs. I’m hoping to get some physical therapy to check out my alignment and see if that helps.

– We’ve got a new vehicle that will fit all 6 of us and has room for visitors.

That’s all for now. I’m going to get M to bed (more on our new bedtime routine later). 


Soccer Star

I grew up playing soccer. Starting in the county rec league as a Muchachita and then transitioning to club as a Shark. When I hit high school I played strictly for my school as a Clipper. Once I graduated from high school I only played the occasional intramural game, but I still love the sport. 

Our base offers smart start sports, a league for 3 & 4 year olds to introduce them to different sports with no stress of games or winning. M started last week and is loving it. We haven’t made it through an entire practice, but that’s ok, it’s all about giving her the experience. 

M constantly keeps her eye on the ball as she dribbles down the field. After telling her to look up and not at the ball she had a head on collision with another kid doing the same thing. Both fell over and cried, I took the opportunity to talk to M and explain what happened. The other parent, was disappointed that neither kid knew what to do, picked her son up and walked him to an open space. No learning took place. 
I am not the perfect mom, but watching my parenting style compared to hers I began to watch other parents with their children. There were some parents sitting on the sidelines watching their children try to figure out the sport, parents who were staring at their child face down in the grass crying (this happened to me twice today), and there were parents actively participating and challenging their children. I was a mixture of the last two. I had A on my shoulders and was doing my best to coach without frustrating M and having her fall out and cry in the grass. 

Parenting is tough and we all do it as we know best. It’s important to constantly be improving and to challenge our children without putting extreme pressure on them. 
Sorry it’s been so long…until next time


I Believe in You

These four words are sometimes the hardest ones to hear, but we all need to hear them and internalize them.

I’m going to get deep with you. Pretty sure just family and close friends read this, but if someone I don’t know runs across this I hope it helps you too. I also want to let everyone know I love myself and my family, but sometimes life is tough. 

As most know I have 3 awesome kiddos and 1 on the way. My husband and I are both active duty military, super active on base outside of our jobs, and very active in church. We’re busy is the simple way to put it.

Being this busy doesn’t leave much Sam time. Z does a great job in helping out around the house, but he has the more demanding schedule. (We just planned out meals for this week and he will be home for 3/5 dinners) This means the chores fall on me on those 2/5 upcoming nights, so on those 2 nights there is no Sam time. The other 3, my Sam time is consumed with taking a shower and hopefully getting a 30 extra minutes of sleep. This is our life and we knew it would be when we talked about marrying another active duty member and we wouldn’t change it for the world.

Having little, well really no, me time takes its toll. We all need a little bit every day to recharge. Eventually when we go without me time for long enough we start running on fumes, breaking down, and eventually don’t run at all. I’m at the running on fumes part.

So how do you, how do I pull myself out? Remember what makes you happy. You can’t? Then redefine what makes you happy. Try out a new fitness class, read that book a friend gave you and you’ve never touched, get your thoughts out on paper (or on a blog šŸ˜). 

The most important part is being honest with yourself and not feeling as if you’re weak because you don’t have everything all together. It’s OK to cry or scream into a pillow (both are very therapeutic). It’s also important to lean on other people. My mom saw through my faƧade. She knows I hate appearing weak (which is OK) so she sent me a blog post. Just by reading the blog I knew what she wanted me to hear and it helped. 

So, I’m going to make sure today is better than yesterday and tomorrow is better than today. Sometimes I’ll slip, because that’s life. But we have to keep moving forward and keep striving to live each day to the fullest. 

So to whoever is reading this and can relate…I believe in you.


Little Girls = Piggy Tails

Recently M has asked for princess hair each night after her bath. Needless to say, this momma had to learn how to do hair and quick. My only teaching is having my hair French braided by my Granny growing up and pictures on Pinterest. I also watched one YouTube to learn how to fish tail. After a week of nightly hairdos I’ve ventured out on my own and come up with styles that will last through the night and school the next day. The below pictures aren’t great, but I’m proud of myself and for M sitting still for up to 45min. It’s nice to have just her and me time. It’s also great to see her jump up and run to wherever Z is and show off her pretty hair.





Wise Words


Never doubt who you are or what you stand for. Believe in yourself and make each day count.

This has no hidden meaning and nothing happened for me to write this post. I just had a feeling someone out there needed to hear this.


Happy Mother’s Day

As I sit here in bed watching Mom’s Night Out (great movie that everyone mom should own and watch every now and then) I’m remembering all the great and all the…ok things about being a mom. As Z is hiking Denali in Alaska today, this is how I spent my morning.

The day when moms are supposed to sleep in and put their feet up, my three crazies wake up at 6am. I turn on a movie, give them some food and go back to bed. 90min later Mia crawls into my bed, gives me a big hug, and says I love you mommy. When I realize they’ve been unsupervised for over an hour I ask Mia what they’ve done while mommy slept. “Dax asleep, Ana wake and eating, Mia pooped in the potty, Shek all done.” Dax is asleep, with a pacifier in and a blanket covering him (not the way I left him). Ana is sitting on the couch eating from the box of lucky charms (only eating the marshmallows of course and I soon see the makeshift ladder built so they could reach them). Mia has no diaper on, pulls me into her bathroom and proudly shows me her poop in the toilet (and thankfully no pee anywhere else). Not a bad Mother’s Day morning learning my 3 year old is ready to start helping out more around the house.

Church was crazy as usual. By the end of the first hour (LDS church is 3hrs every Sunday) I had 5 people helping me control 3 kiddos. How am, one person, able to corral and entertain my kiddos all day every day except for that one hour at church each week when I’m trying to be uplifted and recharged.

The best part of today though, was getting a text first thing this morning inviting me over to a friend’s house for dinner. Her husband and kids are making everything. I get to go over, in sweats and no makeup and have some adult time and eat some tasty food (I was going to do a frozen meal tonight).

So to all of you who’ve been there, I applaud you. We as moms have a tough job and the only way to succeed and take one day at a time. Some times it comes down to one minute at a time.

Journey to Fit Update

Well, I haven’t done so great. I’ve eaten well, but haven’t worked out so well. There is improvement though. It’s amazing what eating healthy and drinking only water can do for your body. I know working out is important and it will help me get the definition I want, but eating right is half the battle. Here is what my refrigerator looked like last Monday morning. Due to the severe weather here last week I did not get a chance to go shopping until today, it will look like this before I go to bed tonight.


I struggle with the motivation to work out. Please, if you have any ideas, I welcome them. I started a new job today, and they have group PT twice per week so that should help, but I need to ensure I am using the time the AF allots me to workout as well. I have downloaded My Fitness Pal to track calories (I’m doing it loosely since I’m still nursing, but it does deter me from eating that cookie in the breakroom) and I downloaded a pedometer app so I can track my steps for the day and aim for those 10,000 steps.

So…this month’s results.

Weight: 169.6lbs

Waist: 37in

Booty: 43in

Arm: 13in

Thigh: 24in

Save a Turtle

I’ve been thinking about the content of this post a lot theĀ past few weeks and my brain has finally connected it all together.


Z is currently out of town and I miss his help most in the mornings. Between taking a shower, nursing D, feeding the girls, dressing everyone, feeding myself, loading everyone and everything and getting out the door on time…it’s a struggle every morning. This past week was no exception. As I pulled out of the development I realized I had not closed the garage door. I pull into the nearest driveway and turn around. As I turn back into our development I noticeĀ a turtle. Did I stop and help him to cross the road? Of course not! I was running late. As I approach the house, of course, the garage door is down; I had closed it.

I loop back through the development and upon reaching the development entrance, a SUV is stopped and a woman is helping the turtle to cross the road. This is when the post came together for me.

We all have done this. We’ve either helped or been too busy to help. What we fail to realize when we choose not to help is that the turtle does not know he needs our help. This is true for people in life. There are so many times that we stay in our bubble; too busy to help, too busy to ask how someone is doing, too busy to pick up the phone.

We need to stop being too busy and too consumed with things that don’t matter. I was already running behind. How long would it have taken me to stop, move the turtle and continue on my way? 30-90 seconds? How long does it take to walk around the office and say “Hey, how was your weekend”.

Below is a great TED talk that fits with this perfectly. My commander showed it to my squadron during a Commander’s Call and I love it.

TED talk on how to make stress your friend

People don’t know they need help until help is offered. These past few weeks I have received help I didn’t know I needed. I realized I didn’t have it as “together” as I thought I did. We all need to be taken care of and we all need to take care of.