07/ 06/ 2020

Sometimes Jude runs out on the back porch, throws her arms up in the air and screams, “NO ONE LIKES THE COVID-19!!!!!” And darn it if she isn’t right. I watched the kids jump on the tramp while I ate leftover soup for dinner and thought of all the thing Miss Rona robbed me of. Since I’m feeling a little salty, let’s list it out.

  • Jude’s Kindergarten Graduation
  • Ezra’s Preschool Graduation
  • Preschool Mother’s Day Tea Party
  • Kindergarten Round-up
  • Church
  • New York in the Spring
  • Mean Girls with my girl
  • Shake Shack (yes it deserves its own bullet point)
  • ASD Market Week with Cory
  • Girls Camp
  • Happiness – Anxiety and Depression has been hiiiiiigh

While I marinated in my sodium sadness, a tiny voice in my head told me that despite all the suck, there has been some good too. For the sake of balance and turning this post into the Pros/Cons list it is shaping out to be, let’s list the good.

  • Cory hasn’t had to travel for work!!!
  • GEORGIE!!!
  • Randomly finding a tramp on a sold out site!!!
  • Painting my office!! (it’s only half done, but still!)
  • Buying clothes at Walmart without trying them on only to come home and discover they all fit SO WELL
  • Wednesday Walks
  • Listening to Harry Potter
  • Rewatching Downton Abbey
  • Finding a groove with picking up the house
  • Writing this post
  • Extra Love – from Cory, from my kids, my family, my friends. And my love going right back to them

Reading that second list back feels like I’m scratching the bottom of the barrel for good things. But isn’t that kind of what we’re all doing right now? The good things we notice are regular good things and not specific to Corona time. But if I can think of something good, I’m going to document it because heaven knows I need all the wins I can get right now.

07/ 06/ 2020

Words to Heaven

“Heavenly Father, please help everyone in the world to feel happy and they won’t cry. I wish I could be like you. I hope Jesus can have a good day.”

Talk about having the faith and heart and hope of a child. I look forward to hearing the sweetest prayer from the sweetest kid every day. Life is hard, but these tiny moments make it so good.

12/ 09/ 2019

These four walls

Moving is hard.
It was a lot harder than I thought it would be.
We brought each of our babies home to that house on Yale. We spent five Valentine’s eating grocery store sushi on the living room floor, trying to keep our voices down as we laughed about eating grocery store sushi while the kids slept in the room next door.

We ate our first meal – Reese’s Cup cereal – sitting under the doorway to the kitchen. The travertine was cold on my legs. I wiped up milk as soon as it spilled, wanting to keep the floors as clean as possible.

We were home.

Two weeks later, I did the dishes while you pounded nails into the wall. Elton blasted from the speakers and your lungs. “DON’T LET THE SUUUUN GO DOWN ON MEEE.” I couldn’t help but laugh. It was such a simple thing. Blasting music and intentionally ruining pristine walls to hang our thrifted artwork. These small actions felt so big because doing them meant we weren’t shuffling around the right basement apartment of that pink quadplex. Blasting music and making holes could only mean one thing.

We were home.

December 2013. December 2014. December 2015. August 2018.
The first night we brought each baby home we slept restlessly with the lights on to keep a close watch. It didn’t matter if it was our first or fourth. That first night was always exciting and stressful. We walked crying babies in circles around the living room, warmed bottles in the microwave, and changed diapers at the foot of our bed. We scrubbed dried yogurt and chiseled dried macaroni off the kitchen floors. We woke up more than once with elbows in our backs, hands over our faces and children sprawled like starfish across our bed.

We were home.

I lost and found myself multiple times in those walls. I discovered new hobbies and fell in love with old ones. I often worried I was losing myself in motherhood. Losing my identity, my spunk, my drive. But time and time again I realized I never lost myself. Brissa was always there, she just changed a little. With each year and each child and each trial, I discovered new things about myself. I was stronger than I thought, braver than I dreamed, and more capable than I imagined. Motherhood wasn’t stealing my identity, it was helping me discover strengths I didn’t know I had. Motherhood reminded me of the woman I was and the woman I wanted to be.

I was home.

Life has a way of going on no matter how badly you wish time would freeze. We grew in size, in age, and in number. But most importantly, our hearts grew in a way that told us our time at that little house on Yale was coming to a close. That’s truly been the hardest part of all. One day we just knew (without a real reason other than the feeling in our hearts) we had grown as much as we could within those walls and it was time to go.

You know when you meet someone and from the beginning you know it was meant to be? That’s how this house has been. We needed each other. We were waiting for each other. It was always supposed to be us and it was always supposed to be here. While the number outside is different, I know somethings will stay the same. We’ll spend our Valentine’s eating strip mall sushi on the living room floor, trying our best to keep our voices down as we laugh about how we graduated from grocery store sushi to strip mall sushi while the kids sleep in the room next door.

We are home.

04/ 28/ 2019

Life & Coats & Burgers & Bangs

There’s so many things I want to say and write to remember that it’s overwhelming at times. Right now, life is good. Don’t get me wrong, it’s hard. Like, so hard in the depression department, but I feel loved and heard and seen and it’s helping me along.

Cory and I went to Seattle a few weeks ago and it was the best four days ever. We got to hang out on the Amazon campus, eat their food, talk to their peeps and sneak peeks in their employee kitchen cupboards (they like hot chocolate but not as much as they like black tea).

I need to download all of our footage so I can make a little video to remember all the bits of goodness from that week, but for now, I’ll leave you with this. Proof we were MFEO and proof we are truly natural models blessed from above with the gift of ALWAYS being ready for the shot.

Also, can I get an AMEN for my Amazon raincoat? I almost bought an olive green one, but my heart is technicolor and if there’s one thing I’ve learned from almost thirty years of living, it’s that life is better when I push everything else (mostly neutral colors I’m “supposed” to love) out the door and follow my Lisa Frank heart.

I stood out like a sore thumb, but YOU KNOW WHAT??!?!?!!!! all we had to do was message each Uber/Lyft driver “yellow coat” and they knew right where to find us. So, HAH!

This is the part where I “have” (?) to tell you my raincoat link is an affiliate link. Which means I get like seven pennies* if you decide to buy my coat using my link so we can be twins. Use it or don’t, it’s up to you. I will tell you that while the coat protected me from rain, it made me a little sweaty while I was hiking up Capital Hill to get a mediocre burger from Dick’s. That’s the last time my sweaty bangs and I trust Macklemore’s opinion on burgers.

And, yes, I DID walk up to a drive-in burger joint and order my meal looking like that. Despite what you might think, it wasn’t the strange looks I got traipsing around Seattle looking like the tambourine player in an 80s hair band that inspired me to grow out my bangs this summer. It was all the natural hairspray (some people call it sweat) I created with my own body that made my realize bangs + summer = forehead sweat. And LISTEN TO ME PEOPLE, forehead sweat is up there with underboob and pregnant underbelly sweat as the worst of all the sweats. Truuuuust me.

P.S. I don’t know if you know this about me, but making those 2×2 zoom in collages of friends/family/myself is one of my favorite things in the world. Like, truly. So many hours of genuine ROFL laughter because of those gems. Good times, man.
K. Bye.

02/ 07/ 2019

What’s going on in that brain of yours?

What’s the word on getting a cup of hot chocolate big enough to allow an adult human to sit inside it. I’m just so dang cold. I understand that swimming in a cup of cocoa would get sticky over time, but it sounds so luxurious. Bobbing around with the marshmallows and just loooving life.

How long do we have to wait for robot maids to be a common thing? I just want Rosie from the Jetsons to come clean my house, make my meals and bring me food when I’m not feeling well. But Jude did just bring me a bag of Wheat Thins, so I’m almost there.

LOL to my face recognition software for not recognizing me with bangs. Like, new face, who dis?

Baking in a tent is the most addicting and inspiring show. I have it in my heart that I can be a world class baker. I just need to bake. I’d also like to have Ruby’s hair please and thank you! Also, does anyone else’s heart break when Paul and Mary just tear into those desserts and mash them with their forks and then leave them for dead? So much deliciousness wasted!

As much as I love Wheat Thins, I could really go for some Triscuits and a block of cheddar cheese. Think if I say Wheat Thins one more time they’ll sponsor this post?

There, aren’t you glad you didn’t ask what I was thinking?
I know I am.

02/ 05/ 2019

As I drove home from a meeting with some ladies from church, I yelled,

“I love how much women love bangs!!!!”

I know many a man who isn’t a fan of the front fringe,
but man alive, do my sisters love a good eyebrow curtain.
Viva le bangs!
Viva le sisterhood!
Viva le Seinfeld!
(Unrelated but still true.)

02/ 04/ 2019

Five Months, Six Days

After her bath on Friday, I watched Millie as she kicked and cooed on the changing table. She kept looking at me and smiling. I counted her thigh rolls and tickled her belly as I slathered her in baby lotion. Before I did the last button on her onesie, I realized something. On the 26th of this month, she’ll be six months old. She was only a few weeks away from being halfway through her first year.

It hit me like a brick. Like a big weight on my chest. It hit me so hard because I know the next six months goes by so much faster than the first six months and the first six already go by so fast.

When Millie was born, Cory’s mom bought her an adorable pair of gray footie pajamas with cream bumble bees. I held it up in shock that a 3-6 month size was so big. “Oh lands, she’s never going to fit into this!” The first time I went to put it on her I was sure she would be swimming in it – she wasn’t. It fit like a custom piece and broke my heart.

A few weeks ago Cory picked Jude up and held her like a baby. He cradled her head in the crook of his arm and swayed her back and forth. Her legs stretched out long and straight and I looked down as I cradled Millie in my arms and started to cry. It wasn’t long ago that Jude was the baby in my arms and it won’t be long before Millie is the kid in Cory’s.

I’m so grateful for the chances I have had to carry these babies in my heart, in my body and in my arms. I love watching them grow and develop personalities and quirks. I love raising them and teaching them and helping them become good people. I love everything about motherhood. I just wish it didn’t have to fly by so quickly. They’re only this little for a fraction of time. It’s like I blinked and went from a newlywed to a mother of four overnight. I’m too scared to blink again because I know another five years will have gone by and we’ll be on the brink of braces and puberty and angst.

So I’m trying to slow down and soak it all in. I hold Millie a little longer after she’s fallen asleep. I study her face and memorize her breathing. I listen and look at my kids when they talk. I don’t want to forget the way their faces light up when they tell a story. Or the way they hold their hands when emphasizing a point. I watch them while they eat breakfast and notice how they sit: flat on their bottom, perched on their knees, or atop crossed ankles. I can’t make time stop. I can’t force it to slow down, and as much as I wish I could, I know I wouldn’t. It’s good for them to grow. It’s good for me to grow. So instead of freezing time and mourning the past, I’m going to do everything I can in my power to enjoy the present. To commit these days and these moments to memory, to write them in my heart and etch them in my mind.

These are the days, covered in mashed potato kisses and formula burps.
These are our days.

02/ 01/ 2019


Isn’t there a saying about not making big decisions (or any decisions, really) when you’re feeling rash? It’s the cousin of the rule that one should never grocery shop when hungry and the bff of Billy Joel’s advice to never argue with a crazy mind. Here, let’s ask google.

Eh. Not quite what I was looking for, but the idea is the same. You should never, ever, ever make a decision when you’re not quite yourself. Wait! I just remembered. You should never make a decision when you’re drunk. That’s it. But I’ve never been drunk and I wasn’t drunk this morning, but boy howdy did I make a decision.

Do you ever wake up feeling impulsive? Do you ever have this overwhelming urge to do something crazy? Something that doesn’t seem big to others but is big to you? Something you’ve talked about and mulled over and discussed with others then talked yourself out of? That was me today. I don’t know if it’s cabin fever from being trapped in the house all week with a sick baby, a sick husband and a choir of coughing children, but I woke up today and felt like I was on a TV-Y7 version of Snapped.

After some quick googling, watching half a YouTube video and spam texting my sister with no replies, I decided to throw caution to the wind and listen to the adrenaline-hyped butterflies in my stomach. I was going to stop talking about doing something and actually do it.

I blasted Woman by Ke$ha, brushed out a triangle at the top of my head and grabbed my scissors. I trust your intelligence enough to know where this is going, but just in case you got hung up on the triangle hair bit, let me tell you.

The bangs are back and I regret NOTHING.

They’re choppy and crooked and I am 100% going to my stylist tomorrow so she can even me out and add some layers, but I am living for the front fringe. I was worried I’d regret cutting them, but with each snip I felt more alive. I realize I could have just scheduled an appointment and got them done “right” the first time, but I think deep down I knew I needed them to happen this way. If my bangs weren’t born from impulse, I don’t think they’d have been born at all. (It’s totally normal to talk about hair like a child, right?)

I’d like to take this opportunity to thank everyone who helped me along this journey.

  • Ke$ha for her music, particularly her banger, Woman, for always giving me the umph I need to feel sassy and strong
  • Costco for having their Wahl hair cutting kits on sale when Cory and I were first married. Because of that kit I had the scissors I needed to make this fierce look today
  • Google for thousands of images of people with bangs
  • Sienna Miller for always and forever being my hair crush
  • TheSkinCareEdit.com for helping me confidently determine once and for all which shape my face is. (It’s oval.) Also shout out to TSCE.com for their helpful article on which bangs look best on oval faces (and all face shapes for that matter)
  • As much as I hate to admit this, my arch nemesis, Taylor Alison Swift for wearing bangs so well. I may not like her, but I can respect that perfect fringe
  • Cory. Even though he is a fan of the front fringe on anyone, he never once discouraged me from getting them. He always tells me to do what makes me happy and it’s one of the many reasons why I love him as much as I do. Ladies, get you a man who supports you in everything you do even (and especially) when it comes to decisions about your hair.
  • And last but certainly not least, Me. I’m really good at talking about things and making instagram polls and gathering information and advice, but at the end of the day (or late morning) it’s up to me to decide and ACT on that decision. Today I acted and while it could have blown up in my face with some horribly crooked ultra baby bangs, it didn’t. I tried something that made me nervous and excited and I’m really happy with how it turned out. I tried something small that scared me and, but because I did it, I feel like I can do anything.


01/ 31/ 2019

Millie and The Jets

I feel like this “find something good and write every day” project has turned into the Millie show, but who am I to deny my brand?

I don’t want to jinx myself, but Millie can officially handle drinking from a bottle again! All she needed was a full belly and more sleep than she knew what to do with. She’s holding on to her cough, but her smiles are back and it’s just so good. Man, I love that rascal so much.

Today I taught Jude, Ezra and Zeke colors in Spanish and they ran around the house finding items in the colors I called out. Then they decided to build a sheriff town with their “sticky blocks.” Which I know sounds adorable, but it gets even better after I tell you they all used their best southern accents when describing “Sheriffsville.”

I think I might be getting sick, but honestly, that means I’ll just get to binge Great News all day while the kids add on to Sheriffsville and build a couple of mansions for Jude’s Calico Critters. I never thought I’d say this, but bring on the cold, mother nature! Bring. It. On.

01/ 30/ 2019

Like feeding a baby bird, but cuter.

It’s day five of this nasty virus and Millie is still sick, still sad, and still smiling.

I took her to the doctor again today because she wasn’t improving. She is so congested and has so much mucus that she chokes every time I try to feed her. The doctor was surprised her RSV test came back negative because just by looking at her, he knew that’s what she had.

When I mentioned the struggle at every feeding, he suggested spoon-feeding her by using a medicine dropper. PRAISE BE MEDICAL SCHOOL AND GENIUS DOCTORS. It took nearly an hour, but that little nugget ate three ounces at once for the first time in days.

It was somewhere between the 23rd and 27th dropper full of formula that I realized how grateful I was to be feeding her this way. Yes it took forever, but I talked and she cooed and we smiled at each other and she ATE! It felt like a miracle. Using that little 2mL medicine dropper that literally lets down one drop at a time saved the day. My baby girl is now sleeping soundly with a full belly.

Funny, isn’t it? How quickly we realize we rely on the constants in our life when they stop coming so easily. Millie guzzles five ounces like it’s nothing and now I’m thrilled if she can handle two ounces in at a time. I’m so grateful for the chance I had to sit on the floor and feed her one dropper at a time. I’m grateful because it reminded me to focus more on the steady things in my life and appreciate them for the daily miracles they are.




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