Free Range on Fairview

One of my guilty pleasures are shows like The Real Housewives of Orange County and the like. In this show "real" housewives (complete with plastic surgery, nannies, mansions and 100,000 cars) live out their exotic daily lives. I love to see how fancy they get on a daily basis and the petty drama that plagues their daily lives.  In my reality things are a bit different.  Everyone eats Life cereal for breakfast - and loves it.  We celebrate the little things, like the last Friday of second grade. Oh silly brothers.  The face that Warner makes when he is trying to be funny.  Lincoln covering his eyes during the smooching scene of Rio at Family Movie Night at the elementary school. No racy stuff here.  Oh wait, I do get all fancy every now and then. This is the real housewives of Ellensburg. My local MOPS group put on an end of the year masquerade ball as a fun night for couples. We got to get dressed up and dance the night ...

Kids will be kids. Sometimes mine drive me up the wall but I am still realizing that every day is one less that I will get to spend with them at this age. When Warner is crying (seemingly) incessantly and needs to be held all the time because he is getting four teeth in at once I need to stop and realize that he needs me. I am the one and only person in the world that gets this responsibility to be his mommy. When Lincoln is running away from me in the grocery store loudly proclaiming that he needs to go poop in the potty, I am the one and only person in the world that gets this responsibility to be his mommy. When Dylan is having a hard day because he says no one was nice to him and he's only the third highest at math in his class, I hug him because I am the one and only person in the world that gets this responsibility to be his mommy. Sure my kids are a handful, but my hands are pretty big and they are getting a little bit more coordinated at this parenting thing. Instead of co...