Then there was a mom....

Where does one start when they decide to write a blog about how amazing, loving, funny, cute, and f-ing crazy motherhood is all at the same time? I am a stay at home mom (SAHM) of 4 amazing children. I have Ashton who just turned 11. He raging with these lovely hormones that makes him notice boobs on every creature around him. When he was born, he was my baby smelling angel. NOW? He is my stinky, fights showers, and armpit having boy. I also have Logan who will be 9 in December. He is definitely my smartest child, and by smartest I mean biggest smart ass you will ever meet! No matter what he will give you a quick unwanted smart ass response. He also makes me wake up at the ass crack of dawn for baseball every Saturday. Who could forget about Tava. She is my only girl and will be 3 in February. What can I say about this little one? She is just like her mama! Boy do I apologize to my mom almost everyday for how I was. I mean how can one child have such big loud lungs to scream like that? She is a very intelligent little girl which screws me on a daily basis. I bribe her this morning and tomorrow night she will remind me of the bribe. What happened to good old fashion lying to your kids to get what you want? Times are changing my friends. Then there is my biggest child of all. Ricky, my 36 year old husband. Anytime a wife calls their husband a child they get all pissy and whine about it. That, RIGHT THERE, proves they are indeed a child. Do I cook for you? Do I wash your clothes? Am I constantly looking around the house for the items you have lost? Then yes, my lovely amazing handsome husband you are considered my child as well.

All jokes aside my family is one of the bests and I honestly don't deserve them. I am simply writing this blog to kill some of the time I do NOT have to shed some light on mom-hood truth and bring some laughs to the day in and day out of mom life. Please post comments if you have any specific things you will like me to talk about or what you think of the blog.

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