What, exactly, just happened?!

It was bound to happen at some point today. Oprah’s ugly cry made it’s way to my face just moments ago.

I’m looking at all these beautiful pictures and these moments from today. When did she grow up?!?


I mean, I know I was there for it…there just aren’t words…

It’s like one minute her daddy is introducing her to me and the next we are here, taking pictures for prom. The last ten and a half years have vanished.

She is so beautiful. But more than that she’s a gem on the inside, too.


So glad I’ve had the last decade to experience life with her and watch her grow. Such a blessing to to have this life, to love this family, to live these moments.

I want to memorize it all. Every second.

Mama said there’d be days like this

One thing I hope readers of my blog (that haven’t met me) never think about me…

Wow, she really has it all together.

(I say those that haven’t met me because if you met me you’d totally know I don’t have it all together.)

It’s so easy to write about the pretty part of parenting; post the cuteness all over Instagram/Facebook/Twitter. It’s not like everyone is pulling out their iPhones during a tug of war with their kid and says, “This is cute. I’m so posting this!”

Being a parent is hard.
Blended family life is hard.
Regular life is hard.

Most days are filled with awesomeness, smiles, hugs and tears of laughter.

But there are also days when your children act like crazy people, make bad choices or break your heart. Sometimes all of those in one day. It’s so easy to reflect on your kids and wonder,
“Is this my fault? Have I totally screwed this whole mom thing up? So-and-so’s kids don’t act like this. It must be something I’m not doing right.”

It is in that moment I’m reminded…
Comparison is the thief of joy.”

Don’t compare your kids or your experience with motherhood to others. It will make you overly critical of yourself and leave you feeling completely inadequate.

Try to take each day (or hour) at a time.

Do the best you can.
Cry when you need to.
Love them.
Love yourself.
Never give up.

P.S. Dear self, please come read this post when you need to be reminded that you’re a good mom whose heart is completely invested in this motherhood/stepmom gig and it’s ok to not have it all together.

The difference 3 years can make

I was looking through pictures the other day and I came across these two pictures. Every year I get a picture of the kids together in their Christmas pajamas. The left is from 2009 and the other from this past Christmas.


It’s crazy to think they have changed so much in what seems like the blink of an eye. But it’s been three years since the picture on the left was taken. Three years since AH’s first Christmas. Three years since LD wasn’t a teenager yet. And three years since JD was still a good bit shorter than I am.

AH is now almost 4 and before I know it will be in Kindergarten. LD is now 14 and almost in high school (WHAT?!!). And JD is almost 12 and it won’t be long before he is taller than I am.

Can we just freeze time for little while?
Crap. I’m getting old.

All I want for Christmas is my two tonsils

Yesterday was Polar Express day at school and I missed it. While my adorable little school kids sported their pajamas, drank chocolate milk and watched Polar Express, I was having my tonsils taken out.

It’s my first Christmas break as a school teacher and I’m spending it recovering from surgery. Total bummer, I know.

But it did help when I got home and saw there was already a care package and a homemade card waiting for me from the bestie.


Great, right?

So, yesterday was spent waiting for anesthesia to wear off and pain meds to kick in. My mom and dad picked up prescriptions and brought ice cream. I’ve done a lot of sleeping and drinking my meals.

The Husband has been great, taking care of everything that needs to be done. He even did some last minute Christmas shopping and made Christmas cookies with AH.

Our big kids are here for Christmas and they’ve been pretty helpful, too. Poor LD has endured her little sister wanting to be by her side the entire time.

I’ve heard day 3 (which would be tomorrow) is the worst in terms of pain. Hopefully, that’s not true. This evening has been a bit more painful than yesterday but hopefully it will start getting better by Christmas. I really don’t want to be a Scrooge.

In the mean time, if anyone has any pain relieving tips, I would LOVE to hear them.

Happy blogging,

From toddler to tween

Today is JD’s birthday. He is turning 11. ELEVEN!!

Each year that goes by with my kids, I look back on when I met them. Obviously,my first memories of AH are from before she was born but LD and JD were 4 and 2 when I started dating their dad.

I was thinking about how little JD was back then and broke out the old pictures. It wasn’t long before I came across these…




Is he not the most adorable little man? So stinking cute.

Now, fast forward a few years (or eight) and look at the handsome young man he is.




I can’t believe how fast these years have flown by. Only two more years and he’ll be a teenager. *sniffs, chokes back tears*

Happy Birthday, sweet boy.
I love you.

Saturday morning Shenanigans

So…this is what JD’s doing this morning.


He chased Dashy around for a bit in this getup; the dog didn’t seem to find the humor in it.

JD then got tackled by his little sister, AH. They wrestled–he let her win–and then he looks up at her (as though he’s dying) and says,
“AH…I aaam your faaather!!” *collapses head and closes eyes*

Happy Saturday!!


The tough life of an American teen

Anyone ever met a teenager who doesn’t sleep a lot? Yeah, me neither. But she looks so beautiful doesn’t she? Love her.

And I bet her thumbs are incredibly strong and nimble, what with all the text exercise. They should give spelling tests in text message format. Kids would be better spellers and really eager to take their test. Just a thought.

It’s no shocker that having a teenager means spending money. LD left this note on our “I Love You Because…” sign on the fridge. It’s teenage for “Thank you.” 😉

Happy Blogging,


Blood or Bond

Since Father’s Day was spent with the stomach bug in my house, I didn’t get a break to finish writing about my own daddy. Here’s my post about him.

Aside from seeing my siblings and me side by side, you’d never question the biological makeup of our family. Most people tell me I look just like my mother with my daddy’s dark hair and olive skin.


But, technically, that isn’t possible because we don’t share any DNA.

And that has never mattered.

My dad has never treated me like I was anything less than his daughter.

And when I was a toddler, he made it official when he adopted me and gave me his last name.



He’s taught me a few things over the years:

He taught me that it is possible to love a child that isn’t biologically yours just the same as any that are. Had I not received that kind of love from a nonbiological parent, I might not have believed it to be possible. And being open to giving that kind of love allows me the close bond I have with LD and JD.

Find the funny. My daddy is a man who can find humor in almost anything. He is never in a bad mood. If you’re upset or you need to lighten up a bit, you can count on him to add levity to the situation.

He taught me that you should never give up on truly, genuinely, good people. They will make mistakes, they will fall, they will not be perfect. But if they never give up on being better than they were; never cease to show their love for you, then they are worth it. Give forgiveness. Have faith.

My dad is just the kind of dad a daughter needs.

He’s the dad who:

Plays catch with you–after working 12 hours in the Texas heat.

Tucks you into bed with a song every time you ask. Even when you’re a teenager and don’t get tucked in anymore.

Cries when he sees you on your wedding day. He’s one of the toughest men I know, but he isn’t ashamed if he’s moved to tears.


Shows you how to check your oil, air up your tires, use jumper cables and top off all the fluids in your engine.

Talks to you about boys. And pretends not to want to punch them in the face for looking in the same direction as his baby girl.

Tells you countless times that you are smart, talented, beautiful, kind. That you make him proud and he loves you “so very much.”

He says, “Ah, you’re just like your mother,” and means it as a compliment because she’s the most amazing woman he’s ever known.

Chooses triumph over tragedy. He’s been knocked down a time or two but kept fighting. Proud but never arrogant. Strong and humble.


Of all the things I didn’t get from him biologically, none of it can amount to all I’ve learned from him and how much I know I am loved.

It’s like I tell my kids…

You can be a family by blood or by bond, but love is all that matters.

20120623-215836.jpg(My daddy w/AH & my nephew)

Happy blogging,

In through your nose & out your mouth

Yesterday, my family took a trip to Lowe’s. This doesn’t sound like an amazing journey or daring adventure, but with all of us in a car together, it can be quite entertaining.

And because I view most things as a writing opportunity, I usually take pictures of moments when we’re all together.

We look like normal people, don’t we?

Then, this happens…

JD leans over and says,
“Hey LD, did you know that if you put your headphones up your nose and open you mouth, you can hear music?”

LD says, “Whatever, JD. No way…wait. What?! For real?”

He assures her It works but she isn’t satisfied with just taking his word for it.

So LD tries it out…


Which makes her laugh her face off.


Which then makes AH laugh her face off…


We all had a good time laughing at LD and her new-found radio skill.

Just for the record, it really does work. When you put headphones up your nose; you can hear the music coming our of your mouth. You should totally try it sometime.

Happy blogging,

Summer in full swing

Every year when school is out, LD and JD come stay at our house for about 6 weeks in the summer.

I haven’t been writing as much lately because I want most of my extra time in the evenings to be spent with our big kids and not my iPad. Not to say I don’t want to spend time with AH, who is here on a daily basis all the time, but she goes to bed earlier, which means I usually write after she’s down for the count.

So instead of using that time to catch up on blog reading/writing and chatting with The Hubs, he and I use that time to hang with LD and JD.

Summer’s in full swing here at The WoMoHolic casa. Here’s a peek at what we’ve been doing…







Hope you’re having a great summer so far!

Happy blogging,