A Stepmom in the Toddler Years


The pitter-patter of little feet running through the house, the morning cuddles and cartoons, the little faces with baby teeth, and being able to watch a little person’s personality develop. Those are some of the things I miss from the toddler years. As much as I want those years back, sometimes I’m grateful they are over. Those were the years of learning, not just on their part but mine too.

Every day they would go down for their naps and I would start my research. “How to handle step daughter’s random tantrums?” “What to do with step kids picky eating?” “How to not step on bio mom’s toes, but also have a voice in this co parenting life?” I can tell you that nothing gave you input on what a STEP parent would do, but what a parent would do. I had no idea how to handle these little people and I needed a crash course ASAP. Hubby was always right by my side, there if I needed him. He taught the kids I was someone they should respect and listen to, just like they should with their mom and step dad. I am thankful for that, I feel that truly helped in the munchkins upbringing.

As a step mom you have to get to a point and realize that there are times when the bio parents don’t even know what to do, and not having the answer right away is okay. We are all learning how to raise these kids, no one is better then the other, no one has all the answers. So, we have to work together. Why? Because we all love the munchkins. We want what is best for THEM, and sometimes that means putting your pride to the side.

You probably won’t feel recognized at times, you’re going to feel left out, and sometimes you might miss out on things. That’s the brutal truth, but know that when those little people tell you how much they love you….it truly makes up for all of it.


4 + 1 = 5

Adding on to our family of 4 has always been a goal for us. We have always wanted to have a baby of our own. One that looked like both of us 🙂

We have waited this long for many reasons, one of them being the kids were going through a lot of transitions at their mom’s house so we thought adding another huge transition wouldn’t be helpful to them. No big deal. We get to focus on them and adjust to this new blended lifestyle.

Now the time has come. Woo hoo! So we thought we would talk to the kids about it. Now they have a half brother already so our initial thought was they are going to be super excited. Well, that was 50% true. Little man was THRILLED! He had a huge smile, gave me a big hug and promised he would be the best big brother. Little miss didn’t have the same reaction. She’s the baby in our family, and she plays the roll very well sometimes. She’s got her daddy wrapped around her glittery little finger. (It’s adorable, and I fully support it. I might have even given her tips.)

So little miss got this sad look on her face and I asked her how she felt about having a baby brother or sister, tears fell down her cheeks and she said “but you won’t pay attention to me anymore, that’s what happened when mommy had [insert half brother’s name]!” Now I know that’s not true. I told her of course mommy gave baby brother a lot of attention, he is a BABY. Babies need lots of love and attention, but that doesn’t mean we don’t love you the same or we don’t care.

It broke my heart to hear her say that. I know their mother gives them attention, maybe not as much because hey there is a new baby involved here, but how do you explain that to a 6 year old?

It took her a few days but she came around to understanding. She knows she can come to us with any questions. I also told her I was going to need her help, because I mean she’s the pro right? She helped her mommy with baby brother so I’m going to need all the help she can give me.

I’m trying not to feed into little miss’s anger with not getting enough attention, deep down I know she’s just worried about her place, but she will see that her place will always be the same and I know little man will do an amazing job to reassure her of that!


Unfortunately, I’m all to familiar with funerals. Growing up I lost a good amount of friends and family to drowning accidents, lots of car accidents, and terminal illnesses. The term “God won’t give you more than you can handle.” has been proven true, time and time again. As horrible as it is, dealing with death from a young age has really made me a stronger woman.

Yesterday, my hubby lost someone who was very close to him, he had known this lady and her husband for 10 years and now he stood in front of this amazing woman’s casket and had to say good bye. I can count on one hand how many times I’ve seen hubby cry, and yesterday was one of them.

The husband walked over to us, gave us a hug and we began talking about all the GOOD memories we shared with his lovely wife. I asked him how long they were married for and he said “44 and a half years, but together for 48 years. We started dating June 21st, I picked her up at 12:30 and we went to the zoo.” 

He remembered every detail of their first date, he told us their story with tears glistening in his eyes and a smile on his face. He then began to tell us the story of how he bought two very expensive plots in a mausoleum over by their house. There was a huge brass angel hanging in front of it along with a bench that he said he will be spending probably too much time sitting at. In the summer the wind blows through the building and in the winter it was heated. “My son asked me why I bought the two most expensive plots in the place?! And I told him his mother deserved the best, she loved to feel the breeze in her face in the summer months along with the warm feeling of a winter fire. I don’t care about price, she was an amazing woman and this is the last thing I will ever get to buy her.”

By now I have tears streaming down my face. That is real love people. He has been in love with her since day one. 

I’m so thankful for my family and for my amazing hubby. Times like these will put everything back in perspective; the sick kids, post op hubby, hectic work schedule. I am thankful my family has their good health. I am thankful I get to experience this life with them. So hold your loved ones close and let them know you love them. You can never tell anyone “I love you” too much.


One Long Tuesday


What an exhausting five days. Hubby had surgery and everyone else has been sick. I’m the only one still truckin’ along in this house. Even the dog seems to be feeling under the weather. Flu season has arrived in our household 😷

So between making sure EVERYONE gets their right medicine, checking temperatures, making doctor appoitments, being a short line cook, grocery shopping, laundry, work, and all the other hustle and bustle Tuesdays usually brings…..I’m exhausted! 

I’m going to grab myself a Blue Moon, turn on my Teen Mom from yesterday (I heard Tyler’s vows were ah.maze.ing!) and call it a night!

The Liebster Award


I was nominated by Making Time For Me. Thank you so very much, this is my first award in blogging and hopefully this will help get my blog out there!

Here are the Rules:

Acknowledge the blog that nominated you and display the award!

Answer the 11 questions that the blog gives you.

Give 11 random facts about yourself.

Nominate 5-11 blogs that you think are deserving of the award that have less than 200 followers.

Let the bloggers know you nominated them.

Give them 11 questions to answer!

11 Facts about Me

1. I love to read books, not books on an iPad or kindle but actual books you can hold. It’s just not the same to me.

2. I’m addicted to pretty much all of The Real Housewives seasons, but I have a sneaky feeling a lot of women are but probably wouldn’t admit it.

3. I’ve broken 14 bones playing soccer.

4. I love bologna sandwiches with ketchup and mustard.

5. I love wine. I love red wine and sweet white wine. A glass of wine works better then any headache medicine in my eyes.

6. I love country music. My first concert was when I was 6 and I saw Randy Travis.

7. I’m a die hard United States Womens National Soccer Team fan.

8. I’m a night owl.

9. I love anything chocolate and peanut butter

10. I’ve never bought a lottery ticket in my life.

Here are the Questions I answered:

1. What do you feel makes a successful blogger?

Passion. I feel if you aren’t passionate about what you write about, you won’t be able to connect to your followers.

2.  What is your favorite Movie?

Ooo that’s a tough one. It’s a tie, The Family Stone and P.S. I Love You

3.  What one piece of advice would you give to a new blogger?

Don’t give up! Set time aside for blogging, it truly helps your mental health

4.  How many blogs do you follow?

Last time I looked I think it was 60 blogs.

5.  Do people in your “real” life know that you blog?

Just a few people know. My husband, brother, dad, and two close friends.

6.  If you could travel anywhere in the world, where would you go?

Italy and Greece. I love history and both countries offer up so much of that. Not to mention all of the amazing wines 😉

7.  You can meet any other fellow blogger, who do you choose?

I’m still new to this but if I had to choose today I would probably pick Simply, Stepmom. We seem to have some of the same important interests in our lives that other people might not understand.

8.  What is your favorite color?

Pale pink

9.  Did you play any sports growing up?  If so, what?

I played soccer for almost 20 years. I also was on a swim team for 6 years and I played volleyball in high school.

10. What country do you live in?

Land of the free, home of the brave

11.  How do you support the blogging community?

I try my best to give advice where I can when other bloggers ask for it.

I nominate:


– amandaslifeunfiltered.wordpress.com






My questions to YOU:

1. Where is your favorite vacation spot?

2. Coffee or Tea, and what kind is your favorite?

3. What is your favorite kids movie?

4. What made you start blogging?

5. What is your favorite book?

6. What 3 things make you happy?

7. Who was your biggest influence in your life growing up?

8. What did you eat for dinner?

9. Do you have any hidden talents?

10. If you had 24 hours to live, What would you do?

11. What song is the story of your life right now?

Let me know if you do this, so that I can read your answers!!

Thank you again for the nomination!!

Post Op

The doctor said so far Hubby’s surgery was a success. No surprises or issues. I couldn’t be a happier wife. So many things were running through my head as I waited three hours for him to come out of surgery. “Will the pain be manageable?” “How long will it really take for him to recover?” “What if something goes wrong while he is under anesthesia? He’s never been completely under before…”

The doctor finally came out and said he did great and that I had a very funny husband. I laughed and got up and walked back to go see him. I walked through the double doors and low and behold my hubby has the nurses, doctors, and anesthesiologist laughing hysterically. (looks like the pain meds were already getting to him) All of my anxiety vanished. He looked up, gave me a huge smile and two thumbs up.

I asked him today if he remembered anything he was saying and he had NO idea what I was talking about 😂 Maybe it’s better that way, his filter was completely gone!

Now we just wait about 10 weeks before we get a sperm analysis done! The munchkins know what is going on to an extent. They know their daddy and I are trying to have a baby and they are pretty excited about it! Let’s hope these next 10 weeks fly by!

Memories Over Toys



When I first came into the munchkins lives I would buy them cute little outfits, or toys that I knew they would love. I’m 100% guilty of spoiling them to death, but it took me time to realize spoiling them doesn’t always have to mean buying things.

Whenever I come across an obstacle with the kids I usually stop and think “What did my parents do during this kind of situation? How did they handle it?”  It was really hard sometimes to remember what they did, but I started realizing I’m remembering memories, but I couldn’t tell you what my favorite toy was at that time, or what brand of clothes I was wearing. Hmm…I might be on to something. As time went on I stopped buying new outfits and toys. Instead we would take the kids to the zoo, ride our bikes around the neighborhood or to the park, or we would play outside for endless hours. I remember thinking these are the things they are going to remember.

A couple years ago my in-laws said they weren’t going to be buying big presents for the kids anymore for birthdays and holidays, instead they want to do family trips, build memories instead of buying toys that will be played with maybe a handful of times and then tossed aside. What a brilliant idea! We have gone to beaches, cruises, and aquariums. I honestly will never forget the cool things we have done so far, and I know the munchkins won’t either.

It is hard in the beginning when you feel like you are constantly competing, I mean when the ex wife’s mother buys the kids just about anything they want, along with any movie they ever want to see, it’s hard to explain to the kids life isn’t really like that. Life won’t just hand you things you haven’t earned, and hard earned money shouldn’t be spent so frivolous. Deep down in my heart I know they will realize all of this stuff when they are older, but for right now, it’s hard to compete.

I keep telling myself buying their love won’t work, and the memories their dad and I make with them will. It’s honestly not a competition for love, it’s more the principle of the matter. What are we really teaching our children/grandchildren when we give and give and give to them, even when they might not deserve it? I understand they are kids and grandparents are “suppose” to spoil grandkids, but where is the line? I don’t want our children growing up thinking they can just HAVE whatever they want. You gotta earn it, and when you do, you feel all of your hard work paying off.

Today is THE Day!

Sitting here in the waiting room, waiting for hubby to get out of surgery. I’ve never seen him extremely ill and I am very grateful he has always had a clean bill of health, but seeing him hooked up to IVs and a hospital gown can really tug on your heart strings.

Today is the day we have been waiting for. We have been waiting years for this procedure. (reference my 6 More Days entry) This is our time. All of our research, planning, and saving are now coming together. This is it.

My anxiety is through the roof. I’m not scared, just anxious. It’s like when you’re little, and you ask Santa for that same gift every year for Christmas and never get it, but this year….this year you get the gift. Deep breaths. Everything will be okay.  Positive vibes and prayers have helped wonders.

1 step done, now on to the next one!


Daddy/Daughter Time

I spent some time with my dad this past weekend. We normally have lunch dates and things planned, or the kids and I will go over to his and my step mom’s house for a Sunday dinner. I am extremely grateful to have a set of parents who live close to me.

I would be lying if I said I wasn’t a daddy’s girl. I am and have been a daddy’s girl since day one. I have two younger brothers, and we are two and four years apart. We all have our special bond with our parents, but the daddy/daughter one is more special then the rest in my eyes. Maybe it’s because I’m the only girl or maybe because I’m the first born, or maybe it’s all of those combinations rolled into one.

Growing up I was very fortunate to be able to play a sport year round. I played travel soccer and played all over the United States. My dad and I would go to soccer tournaments in different states almost every other weekend from when I was 8 years old until I turned 17. Traveling on the road and having that special time alone with my dad are some of my favorite memories. We would talk about sports, music, school, my annoying brothers, my annoying mother (let’s be honest, teenage daughters and their mothers don’t exactly get along that well), and anything else I was going through at that time. Sometimes we would go out to dinner with the team and sometimes we would just go somewhere by ourselves.

One of the first life lessons I can remember learning from my dad was when the whole team went to an Italian restaurant in North Carolina. We all walked in and sat down at this huge round table. The menu was extremely pricey, and I really didn’t see anything on the menu I liked. Clearly how I felt was written all over my face, and my dads. He asked me if I wanted to leave and go somewhere else (it had nothing to do with money, but by my reaction to being in the restaurant), I was nervous because I didn’t want to be embarrassed and leave but I also didn’t really feel comfortable there. I told him yes and we both stood up and my dad said we were going to go somewhere else, and the other parents just gave us a “look”.  My dad found this awesome BBQ place and we had the best ribs that I’ve ever had in my life! Lesson learned: you don’t always have to do something because everyone else is doing it, if you feel uncomfortable in a situation it is always okay to get up and leave. What other people think, doesn’t matter. How YOU feel matters. YOU matter.

I have so many special memories with my dad, our Christmas tradition of going shopping for the past 20+ years, driving to Kentucky to visit my youngest brother and grandmother, random lunch/dinner dates, going to the shooting range, walking around on our family owned farm, my favorite college’s basketball games, or when I had my first boyfriend who broke my heart and the only thing my dad knew what to do or say was “Lets go shopping!”.

My dad has taught me so much. I truly believe my love for music came from him. We would listen to Fleetwood Mac, Eric Clapton, The Eagles, Pink Floyd, The Allman Brothers, James Taylor, and Steely Dan. He would tell me what all the songs were about, and what they meant, or why the artist chose to write that song. Sometimes it was about a life experience, a lost love, or just a song with no lyrics but the title was my first name, because “no words can ever describe [insert first name]”

He taught me to respect my parents, my elders, and most importantly myself. My body was a temple, and I should always treat it that way.

He taught me the meaning of family and love. How no matter where he was in the world he would be there for me. “You just call out my name (DADDDDDYYYYY), and you know wherever I am, I’ll come running, to see you again. Winter, Spring, Summer, or Fall, all you got to do it call, and I’ll be there, yes I will, you’ve got a friend.”   Yes he would literally sing me those lyrics. He loved my mother. He loved her and showed my brothers how to love and respect your wife.  My brothers to this day will always open a door for a woman, no matter where they are at. It’s just something my father instilled in them, and my mother will brag about that til the day she dies.

I could go on and on about all the amazing things my father has done for me growing up. All of the things he did help mold me into the strong woman I am today. By showing me all of these amazing examples and life lessons it helped guide me in the right direction of the kind of man I wanted to marry, the kind of man I deserved. I had high expectations and I am thankful I found a man who met every single one of them.


So thank you, Daddy. I may not always need you as much as I did in the past, but I will always be your little girl, I will always be your princess.