when I should be doing homework

February 12, 2017

Maybe you know this… maybe you don’t, but I’m a full-time grad student. It takes a lot of time and I can’t wait to finish up in a year and a half (gulp), but just like college, I will happily fill my free time with all the things except my homework. With little ones and life, can you blame me?

Didn’t think so…

So yesterday Merritt turned 9 months old and if you aren’t following me on instagram, you’re missing out on those posts (and if I’m being honest, all of my regular posting). All that to say, when I have my real camera out, I try to take full advantage of it and get a handful of really good photos.

In order to minimize overloading the instagram feed with photos, I thought I’d take some time and just do a quick little post about life right now.

Merritt is 9 months old, she is active and into everything. Crawling, pulling up, chasing after the dogs, and crying for her mom. She loves her brothers when they give her any bit of attention and will generally smile for everyone. Her reflux is awful and she has essentially spent the last 2 months sick with a stomach bug, but things have seemed to slowly start in the right direction and I’m wondering where the time has gone.

This season of life is so hard, but so beautiful. I want to remember all of this. Staying home 3 days a week is a blessing I don’t take lightly, but it can also make me lose my mind. Grad school on the weekends and at night is trying, but the end result will be so, so worth it. Teaching at ACU has become something I really enjoy, and the time away from my kids is just right – enough for my sanity, but not too much. Life is busy and hard and sweet, but FULL.

moving on and moving up

September 2, 2014

You guys, I honestly can’t believe I’m blogging right now. I’ve missed this little corner of the world wide web for so long and I won’t even begin to try to fill you in on every last living, breathing detail of what has happened the last 4 months in my absence, but I’ll give you some bullet points.

  • Beckham didn’t sleep. Like, seriously, not at all. It got to the point where I was continuously nursing him all night long which meant I wasn’t sleeping.
  • We moved him to my office, to attempt some sort of crying it out and sleep re-grouping so I could be human again.
  • I still get up with him 2-3 times a night, but that’s another story for another time.
  • We went back and forth on doing the addition vs. buying/selling. Decided we would add on because there was nothing to buy. Got our new estimate that ended up being almost what we paid for the whole house… to add 300 square feet.
  • Decided to buy.
  • Looked and looked and looked.
  • didn’t find anything
  • Saw a house pop up on the market, looked at it as soon as it was listed. They didn’t want a contingent offer so we had to sell our house.
  • Went home that day to take pictures and put our house on the market.
  • less than 24 hours later, we had multiple above asking price offers.
  • Sold our house and closed in 21 days. Bought our new house.
  • And got to work!!

Now that you’re up to date, we joked that we have a tradition of ripping apart a house within hours of closing. And we do! So without further ado, here are the before pictures of the new house!


This kitchen has more countertop square footage on the island than our entire kitchen did before.

dining area

living room {looking from dining}


Hudson’s room

Beckham’s room


And I don’t have pictures of either bathrooms, but I can assure you, one day they will be updated 🙂

So back to ripping up floors…

We had to prep for new wood to be installed the same weekend we ripped down all the lovely wallpaper. We also had to {unexpectedly} remove and replace the existing back doors because the previous owner never caulked them when he installed them. That meant they were rotting and leaking under the existing laminate… no bueno. Instead of buying more, we removed the {identical} set from the opening to the sunroom since we were replacing those floors too, and reused them. Added a bunch of work we weren’t prepared for, but did it for virtually nothing and the end result is even better than if we had left them in.

And now for your sneak peak of the current state of the kitchen with the new floors and appliances – the rest of the house is still an absolute wreck!

That little green chair in front of the computer is how I’m now able to blog again! I can’t wait to show you all of the projects we have up our sleeves for round two of the Mann renovations! 🙂

the life of a mom with two babies

April 11, 2014

Everyday I think to myself that I should go blog and then it’s quickly overlooked by the massive pile of laundry or dishes, the baby that just wants to be held while his brother naps, or my overwhelming desire to go take a nap myself – because raising babies is equally exhausting and rewarding.

Can I get an amen?

The other day I was at the chickfila in the mall by myself with the boys when a nice man and I engaged in a conversation about how close the boys are in age. One if his questions to me was, “So how do you find you time in the midst of your day-to-day?” I felt a little like Dora the Explorer when she asks her audience an open ended question about the show and sits in silence only blinking {can we stop for a second and talk about how awkward that is to sit through?} Really though, I didn’t have an answer. The best I could mutter was “uhhh, when I just have one of them?” because that’s the truth, I feel like a super-parent when I only have one with me, but that wasn’t really the answer to his question. Yes, working out could be considered that, but when I think about “me” time, I think about pedicures and solo trips to target, not working out.

So what does my day typically look like?

Well it starts about 4:30am when the little one starts stirring for another feeding because it’s been 3-3.5 hours since his last one. I try my best to keep him content with his pacifier until my alarm goes off at 5:00 and I get up to feed him. About 5:30 I’m finished burping him and have to decide if I’m really going to get up or not. Once I give myself that needed pep-talk {yes, I do this every morning and sometimes the inner-cheerleader doesn’t succeed}, I then have to decide if it’s worth the effort to get him settled on his own in the co-sleeper, hand him off to his dad, or just load him up in the car seat and take him with me. He’s a snuggler, so we’re still working on the immediate transition to his own bed while still awake, but the boy loves his cozy car seat.

I throw on workout clothes that may or may not match {not that it matters}, pull my hair up, brush my teeth, grab my water and I’m out the door for a 6am bootcamp that I voluntarily signed up for. *Side note: I bought a 3-month membership to a certain gym last summer, 1 week before I knew I was pregnant, so I’ve just been holding onto it and telling myself that I would use it after I had the baby. Call it my personal accountability?

After a solid hour of what some might refer to as barely short of dying, I make my way home to shower and start my day. If I’m lucky, I’ll get out of the shower and no one is crying. I feed whichever one is requesting first and try to grab something myself in the process. Some days that looks like french toast {if I had time to make it for Hudson out of my own selfish desire for it}, most days it looks like a bowl of cereal I have to share with a toddler, and the most unfortunate of days, it’s an oreo or two. Beckham is currently in the “hold me all the time” phase of babyhood, so he usually goes into the closest baby-wearing contraption while I finish up breakfast for Hudson and then we get down on the floor to play. By this time, it’s about 9am and my extra burst of workout energy has worn off and I’m doing everything I can to stay awake.

Basically, I say to myself that we need to get moving and go somewhere or I’m sleeping on the floor or struggling not to. Then I start the process of getting the boys dressed for the day, several diaper changes and “where’s you fire truck” distractions later, everyone is clothed decent enough for public. Need I mention that the first thing I do after getting out of the shower is immediately put on another set of work out clothes and my hair in a bun? I take 30 seconds and put on concealer and mascara – powder if I’m lucky – and then I start the process to get out the door.

We get to our destination, one that I can hopefully use my double stroller at because carrying a heavy, wiggly toddler AND the heavy, awkward-to-carry infant car seat is only do-able for a short distance. 11:30-12ish we eat lunch and beckham nurses {either back home or wherever we are}, and we’re back home by 1:00 for nap time.

Sometimes I clean, sometimes one time I sewed, most of the time I nap, and every time I spend it with a baby in my arms.

Hudson wakes up between 3 and 3:30 and if I’m extra fortunate, he’ll entertain himself until 4:00 in his crib. Then we begin what I like to call, the bedtime sprint. Between 4 and 7:15, we squeeze in a snack, play time, dinner {that I most likely didn’t cook}, bath, nursing again, tossing toys in the basket as I pass them, and bedtime…. And at some point in there, dad comes home, hopefully at just the right point in my sanity. The bedtime sprint is my most difficult part of the day.

Then Beckham starts his fussy time so I hold him. Then I bathe him, hold him some more and finally try to get him to fall asleep in the co-sleeper in our room. We’ve had very little success in this category, but if we are successful, it’s now 9pm and I’m exhausted and there’s still laundry and dishes to be done. If I can’t get him to go down on his own, I give up, brush my teeth, and crawl into bed holding and snuggling him as we both fall asleep.

There’s a 98% chance that my house isn’t clean, there’s clean laundry in the laundry room, dirty laundry all over the house, dishes in the sink and toys on the floor. Just watch where you step because the fire truck hurts. 😉

As overwhelming as all of that sounds, I’m not overwhelmed, I’m just tired, but I’m getting the hang of it. I love getting to spend my days with these boys and I’m very fortunate that I get to stay home, I know that first-hand. At some point, and every once in a while, I’ll find a way to squeeze in that “me” time, but for now, I’m pretty happy with where we are.

Next stop: sleep training.


January 31, 2014

Has it really been a month since I last posted?


Y’all, I don’t even know where to begin… it’s too late to wrap up Christmas in its entirety {we saw family, got more than we could ever need, spent time with cousins, and came home exhausted}, and to be 100% honest with you, we haven’t really done much!

I used to be so good at documenting everything on here and the last year I’ve totally slacked. I could take the simplest thing of my day and turn it into a full-on post but that was then and this is now and this is what I’ve got.

The last month has been every bit as wonderful as it has been tough, what you don’t know is that about a month and a half ago my husband took a leap of faith and quit his job. It’s something he’s dreamed about since he was in college – to work for himself – and everything has really fallen perfectly into place. I couldn’t be more proud of him and who he is. He works his tail off for us.

All that to say, the oilfield is a busy place. We’ve spent a lot of time without him home and I’m sure you can imagine that pregnancy and chasing a 15 month old all day {+ a couple of rounds of sickness thrown in} have left me wiped at the end of each day. I’d be lying if I said it has been easy, but I’m thankful to be where I am, home with my baby.

My mind is always thinking ahead, planning {because I’m 1. a woman and 2. pregnant} our next step if I somehow need to go to the hospital when he’s not home. I’m 35 weeks now, but I’ve felt for a long time that we wouldn’t make it to 40, just like with Hudson. I completely trust my OB and his decisions, I’m also fully aware that if this baby comes when Hudson did, we have 2 weeks {that’s Valentine’s Day, if you were wondering}. I want this little nugget to cook as long as possible and grow big and strong, but I feel like I also need to be prepared for anything. With the combination of my random blood pressure spikes, months of contractions and a baby head that’s currently lodged between my pelvic bones, I’m preparing myself for anything so nothing will be a surprise.

We go in a week and a half to the perinatologist for another ultrasound to see how little this baby is since his brother was only 5lbs around this time gestationally. I think my doctor just wants to know where we stand if an induction becomes necessary.

I’ve done a lot of sewing in my free time after Hudson goes to bed – call it nesting, if you will. I’ve also made some changes to the nursery and hope to have an update for you soon when the rest of our new bedding gets here and I finish up the walls, but here are some random photos from my iPhone to tide you over.

This kid is unbelievably obsessed with fish so while in Dallas, we made a trip to the Dallas Aquarium with cousins

I’ve done a lot of blood pressure monitoring, this was a spike…. {I was just laying on the couch}

Taken about 3 am when both of us were sick 🙁

The sweetest boy attacks me with kisses daily.

When you’re sick, you get to watch Blue’s Clues or Thomas.

One day, he decided not to nap at all so this was the only way to keep him entertained and happy as the afternoon went on. Love our Ergo!

Checking out his new crib

A little {messy/real-life} shot of the two cribs. I moved the bookshelves and took one down.

We’ve been snapchatting and since dad doesn’t have it, we had to take a screenshot to send him

He’s always dressed so cute and I’m most likely in one of Brandon’s t-shirts with my hair in a bun

I built a little shelf {lined with felt on the bottom} out of scrap wood to have a place for the sound machine and occasional humidifier. It goes on Beckham’s crib for now because he won’t be messing with it any time soon and we only have 2 outlets in the whole room – neither of which are behind the dresser.

Enjoying and soaking up sweet snuggles, even if they’re because he doesn’t feel well, before his brother takes up some of our time.

and last but not least, driving in a friend’s cozy coupe.

This boy melts me every single day.

Hope to see you again before Beckham gets here!