Um…that’s not chocolate

We’re an hour from home, after driving for 12+ hours.

“Mom, where did Banshee get chocolate?!”

“I didn’t give her chocolate.”

My husband and I turn to each other, lock eyes and begin laughing hysterically.

We find an underpass and stop to confirm our suspicions.

Yep, there she is. 18 months old, enjoying her discovery of an oozing poopy diaper.

AND, because we were on a trip, we had to clean the seat with baby wipes, then line the seat with baby blankets and just make it home.

It was disgusting. It was stupid funny. And it was memorable.

No joke, this is my life on the regular.

When I married my husband almost 12 years ago, I never thought this is where I’d be. Mother to 4 Redheaded girls, homemaking, homeschooling, and navigating this parenting thing.

So, I’m here. Blogging about my life wearing these multiple hats, and inviting you on my journey.

I will be sharing the fun, the weird, and the sarcastic moments of my life with you.

And, maybe, just maybe, you’ll feel like you’re not alone.

You’ll feel encouraged.

You’ll laugh.

You’ll give me an air high five.

And then, you’ll go about the rest of your day knowing that we’re all in this together.