Hey there,

I should be doing a dozen practical and productive activities right now. But, I'm not.

Obviously.

You're here reading the proof of my procrastination. Thanks by the way, I appreciate the validation of my choice.

I've had a few friends and family members who have asked me if I am writing down all my silly anecdotes. But sadly, posting on Facebook and Instagram is usually as far as it gets. I use the excuse of living in the trenches with my 5 and 2 1/2 year old to spend much time documenting all their shenanigans.

So here is my solution. I now have a space all my own to muse about the little life I lead with as much honesty as possible.

Strangely enough, my children are usually spewing out quotable phrases and moments I don't want to forget. But this week, it's been a bit of a struggle...to exist in peace. We have been making some changes at home to prepare for baby #3. This has translated into Lucas and Peyton becoming roommates (cue ridiculousness), finding out the gender of the bean, and moving baby land back into the house. There has been squealing, running, crying, and exhaustion - and I'm not just talking about me. The kids take after their parents resistance to change and I have been working on being super patient and supportive of their transition.

For example: a few nights ago the kids went through their typical bedtime routine and were tucked sweetly into bed. But as any mother can tell you, I sensed an energy in the air and a mischievous twinkle in their eyes that reeked of potential disaster. I politely ignored the chatting, I tend to lean towards dictatorship and I am trying to find a balance. When the uncontrolled giggles started I peaked in on them. Lucas was snuggled up to his sister in her bed. When questioned, Lucas insisted that Peyton was scared and he was fulfilling his older brother duties. It was cute. Dang cute. But I know my daughter is a bit of a tornado, and things can get interesting. Sure enough, the giggles eventually turned into crying and I walked into Peyton giving a punch to Lucas. After addressing the obvious rule breaking and wiping tears, Luke and I decided it might be better if everyone stays in their own bed.

Transition is tough. And that particular bedtime exchange typifies what it's been like for us lately. Lots of excitement and fun...until it's not. Working through feelings while maintaining family dynamics is a fluid situation. But the kids are champs and have been getting much better at their bedtime routine.

Cars vs. Dinosaurs.