Miles Turns One!

Miles, you entered this world one year ago at 2:12p.m.

One year ago I was reminded that my heart could hold unmeasurable amounts of love. I looked into your eyes and held you close. You were perfect. Clubfeet and all!


Your sweet smile is contagious. Just a few days ago you and I picked up lunch and  I expected it to be a quick trip. We ended up staying in the restaurant for 15 minutes. Not because they took a long time to complete our order, it was because all of the employees had to come over and check out the sweet baby that was smiling and waving at everyone. You had the entire staff circled around you.

Last weekend we went out to do some Christmas shopping and the same thing happened. A few of the employees came over and started talking to you. I had to break away just to get some shopping done.  They would’ve talked and played with you for hours!

You’ve only been in this world for one year and you’ve already shown everyone that you are a tough boy. You went through many castings to correct your Clubfeet. You didn’t even cry during the last few weeks of cast changes, because you were so used to it. You had surgery when you were just 3 months old and you took it like a champ!

You are so loving, happy, and content. You love your older brothers, baths, and cheerios. You enjoy playing at your learning table and you really like jumping around and swinging in your jumper.

You are a Mama’s boy for right now. You will sit in the floor and play with your toys all day when you are with Daddy, but as soon as you see me you take off crawling right to me and I don’t mind it one bit. I just smile and pick you up every time.

When your Daddy or I come into your room to get you in the mornings or after your naps, you are usually standing up waiting on us to come in. You hold onto the crib rails, open your eyes really wide and grin from ear-to-ear. You give me a big squeeze when I pick you up and I squeeze you right back.

20131201_181928Your brothers adore you. Just last night we were all playing in the floor and Lewis said, “I don’t want Miles to grow up.” I told him I feel that way about all of you.

You laugh at Ian all the time. He knows exactly what to do to make you laugh really hard. Winston always sneaks you food. You’ve already tasted M&Ms, Oreos, and Pizza. All three of them sing to you when you get upset, they kiss you goodnight when Daddy puts you to bed, and they are super excited to see you when they get home from school. Lewis already gives you pep-talks about having Clubfeet.

You boys and your Daddy mean the world to me.

Thank you for being such a sweet baby.

Thank you for smiling a lot, because sometimes my heart really needs it.

Thank you for making us a family of 6 and completing our “little” family.


I love you Biscuit!

Happy Birthday Miles!







Spend Thanksgiving With Your Family

I have never been a fan of Black Friday. It’s just too much for me.

A few years ago I figured I would give it a try. I had been planning on going for about a week and I was kind of excited! I wanted to get some killer deals!!  By 10′ o clock Thanksgiving night I had almost talked myself out of going. I started asking myself was it worth it? Could the deals be that good? It can’t be that bad. After some serious contemplating I decided to go. After all, I had already stayed up late so I might as well go see what deals I could find.

I left my house at 11:45p.m. Again, this was a few years ago when stores still waited until midnight to open. I had my list ready, coffee in hand, and I was ready to load up the sleigh. I pulled into Tiger Town and I was dumbfounded. I couldn’t believe that so many cars could fit into those parking lots. There were so many people! The line for Target was unreal. It was at least a mile long. I had never seen anything like it!! It was freezing and people were bundled up just waiting. After seeing all that I knew I wasn’t even going to attempt to get into Target, so I headed down to Kohls.

The doors had just opened. I saw everyone pour into the store like they were being suctioned in. It wasn’t anything like the Target crowd, but there were still a lot of people there. I walked in and went straight to the boys section. I picked out tons of clothes, a few pair of socks and big boys (underwear), and headed to the register. I passed people who were already in line to check out and the store had just opened! They had convenient signs down the aisles that stated “If you are here your wait time to check out is 15 min, 30 min, 1 hour, 1 1/2 hour, etc… What?!? I passed the 1 1/2 hour sign and I laughed. I placed all of my items in a return cart and walked out.

There is no way I am going to stand in line for an hour and a half just for some clothes. Who would do that? Obviously a lot people! That night I learned those people had strategies. They had it all figured out. The trick is finding all of your items and getting to the register as quickly as possible. Some took friends to hold their place in line while they frantically tried to find their deals. People were running around the store yelling to their partners in the check out line. It was insane!!!


This is what our Thanksgiving has become. Deals!!!! The stores are opening earlier and earlier every year and I feel bad for those employees that have to work. I am a nurse and I have to work holidays too, but it’s under different circumstances. Those people do not choose to be sick and be in the hospital. Well, some actually come to the hospital just so they don’t have to be alone, but that’s another post. You fellow nurses know what I’m talking about. The shoppers can choose to stay at home with their families and enjoy their time.

I didn’t think about things like this a few years ago. I like to believe I’m a little wiser now, so I am writing this hoping that it will change your mind about shopping Today on Thanksgiving.

Stay at home with your family. Create memories, not excuses to go shopping. Some people might decide to quit their job because they aren’t willing to work on a holiday. Others have no choice. Your cashier could be celebrating her baby’s first Thanksgiving at home, but instead she’s working. Your cashier could have a spouse in the military that has been deployed for a year and they made it home safely for Thanksgiving. He or she could be spending time with their loved one, but they are working.

Today I will cook our Thanksgiving meal. We will cook a ham and fry a turkey. I’ll make dressing, homemade macaroni and cheese, potato salad, and a green bean casserole. I will watch my boys play and listen to them argue. We will laugh and enjoy ourselves. We will listen to Lewis and Ian recite their Thanksgiving play and try not to cry. I can tell you I won’t make it through the whole play without crying. I’m such a sap! I hope you will enjoy your family!

Happy Thanksgiving!!



Guest Post: Breast is Best! (Except when it’s not…)

With my first child, I really didn’t know what to expect.  But I had a plan. I had a birth plan, a maternity leave plan, and a breastfeeding plan.  And let’s just say I would have gotten fired if my job was to come up with plans.

Breastfeeding was always part of my plan.  But I had NO clue what to expect.  I will never forget that lactation nurse squeezing my boob like a cow’s udder and talking about “meat.”  What the heck was going on?!  I was so doped up on morphine (birth plan failed and had to have a C-section after laboring all day) that I am not sure I even cared about some random lady molesting me. And let’s be honest—I wanted to feed my baby!  I thought we were doing great in the hospital.  But then, right before we went home, they told me I’d need some formula because he wasn’t gaining weight and I must not be giving him enough milk. But I was determined.

To let you in on my magnificent plan, you should know that I didn’t even have a breast pump—or even know what one looked like. (Sigh…)  I was in so much pain every time the baby latched on.  But, I thought that was normal because after all, “breastfeeding can be painful.”  That’s what everyone always said.  So I continued. Then my nipples became flat and a purple line formed across the tips. But I didn’t know that wasn’t normal. So I kept on. Then, one night, my sweet husband stood in the doorway of the baby’s room and watched as my whole body cinched up with pain.  He knew something wasn’t right and went out and bought me a breast pump.  I think we’d googled it or something.  He came home with a handheld, single manual pump. (Oh if I only would have really done my research…)  So, I used it.  It hurt too, but not as bad as that baby!  Interestingly enough, my milk was pink. Hmm…that’s weird. Wait. Gross.  Yeah—so… bloody milk is pink. That was when I knew my breastfeeding plan failed. For the record, I continued to pump for about 4 more weeks and had to go back to work at 6 weeks and never even thought about pumping at work.  (Another Sigh…)

All Tied Up

By the time he was 2 months old, my baby was making a big mess every time he drank from the bottle.  We went through 3 or 4 different kinds of bottles and finally just had to wrap a burp cloth around the bottle to catch all the stuff that leaked out around his mouth.  Ironically, I went to visit a friend who had just had a baby right around that time.  I was holding him in my lap when he gave me a giant, open-mouthed yawn.  I watched as his little tongue curled up and around in his mouth and something hit me.  My baby’s tongue didn’t do that.  (So either this kid was weird or mine was!)  I spent the next few days rooting around in my baby’s mouth and discovered that the tip of his tongue was not going out past his teeth.  His frenulum (the little connector thing under his tongue) was attached just under the tip of his tongue and even started to pull a line in the tip of his tongue like a snake.  Yikes! What was going on?

Googling things can sometimes just scare you to death. But I learned A LOT from the internet that week.  My baby was “tongue-tied” and back in the old days, a midwife would “keep a long fingernail to snip the frenulum to aid in breastfeeding.”  I don’t remember the source for that, but I’m thinking it was from the American Breastfeeding Association.  Everything started to make sense at this point. (Flat nipples, purple line, bloody milk….there was a reason!)

The next few weeks were tough. Apparently, pediatricians do not deal with this type of thing—the tongue is not their “domain.”  And finding a dentist who could help us out was a nightmare.  I went to one guy who told me to wait until he was 4 and then we’d put him under and split it down the middle and stitch it back up. WHAT?!  So, a professional was telling me to  a) wait until he develops a speech impediment because he can’t move his tongue around in his mouth, and then b) give him general anesthesia for a tongue procedure that midwives used to do with a fingernail?  Something just didn’t add up.  I did more research and learned that at 3 months, a simple cauterization would suffice—no sedation needed.  I called this dentist back and actually talked to him on the phone about it.

Me: “I read online that you can just cauterize it or just snip it with scissors and then immediately give him a pacifier. I’d rather do that than wait until he’s 4 and put him through a surgery.”

Him: (laughing) “You believe everything you read on the internet? Sure, (laughing more) we can do it that way, but you’d have to dress him in old clothes because he would have blood pouring out everywhere. And we’d have to strap him down to the table so he wouldn’t move. (There was a lot more rambling about how terrible this idea was…) I mean, yeah, we could do that if you wanted but I’d never do that to my own child.”

I am sure you are thinking that no doctor would ever say that.  I couldn’t believe it either.  I was infuriated.  And furthermore, not only was this extremely unprofessional, but it was belittling and just a flat out lie. And I knew I’d never take my child back to that jack-wagon. So I called all kinds of people.  I finally talked to a pediatric dental place (Alabama Pediatric Dental Associates) where one of the dentists did a “frenectomy” during his rounds in dental school. (The clouds opened up and the angels were singing!)  I took him in the very next day and sweet Dr. Lackey checked him out and performed the procedure right then.  It was about 5 minutes and as soon as it was over, I gave him a pacifier and he stopped crying and fell asleep!  If I had only known about ANY of this sooner—things would have been so much easier for us.

Here we go again…

With baby #2, I had a better plan. It still failed, but at least it was better. (One more sigh…)  After coming home and realizing that this baby had the same tongue problem, I was able to get him in to the same dentist when he was only 5 days old.  But my problem was that I still didn’t know enough about breastfeeding.  I had been bottle feeding because this 9 pound, 5 ounce boy was always STARVING and I really just didn’t know what else to do.  So, after his little easy procedure (with only scissors this time because he was still small enough that nothing even needed cauterization), I was determined to breastfeed!  But then I also had a one year old at my ankles, another C-section incision, and this always-starving-never-satisfied baby.  So naturally, I tried to get him to latch at the worst possible time—when it was already time for his bottle….and when my 1 year old needed a nap.  It wasn’t happening. And I gave up.  I’m still sad that I didn’t try again.  But quite frankly, I was just so rundown and couldn’t see anything positive about putting myself through it all again.

3rd Time’s a Charm, Right?

With the 3rd one, I was determined. This was it. Come hell or high water, I was breastfeeding!  I reunited with a sweet friend from high school who was a La Leche League person, made her dentist appointment before she was even born, and even bought a fancy pump.  Game on.  BUT THEN—once again, my plan blew up in my face.  Sweet Dr. Lackey wasn’t in that day and we saw another guy who told me, “Honey, I don’t think the problem is her tongue.”  WHY did I not argue with him?  (I mean, I know it was because I was volatile from all those crazy post-birth hormones and fighting back tears because I just heard him say, “Honey YOU are the problem.”) I just shrunk.  Tears ran down my face as we walked out and I was defeated.  I bought nipple shields and that worked sometimes. I pumped like a mad-woman so she’d at least get my milk for as long as possible.

Then one day, when she was 7 weeks old, I gave it one last shot.  She was getting ready to take a nap and it was in between feedings so she wasn’t starving.  Well, guess what! It worked.  Miracles do happen! THIS is what everyone was talking about.  It didn’t hurt—my toes weren’t curling from pain.  It was beautiful. I have since determined that her tongue was, in fact, slightly tongue tied and that as she grew, so did her frenulum. (I had read about that happening on the internet…) I was able to nurse her after work and on the weekends and pumped at work until she was 5 months old.  Then I had to go on a business trip and it was hard for me to pump enough to keep up with her by then anyway. I had about a month’s worth stored up in the freezer, so I’m calling baby #3 a breastfeeding success!


What I Learned

  1. We have to talk about this stuff, ladies.  It helps to know what others have been through so that we can come together and help each other out.  Our society whispers about breastfeeding like it’s the plague, but yet, it’s the very thing God designed us to do.  Other cultures learn about it as young girls and continue to watch their family members and friends nurse their children so that they are familiar with it and know what to do when it’s their turn.  Talk to your friends about boobs! You’ll be glad you did.
  2. Don’t settle if you have a bad feeling about a doctor.  Keep pressing on until you get the answer you know in your heart is right. Momma’s instinct is for real, people!
  3. Have a plan. But don’t let your ship sink if that plan fails. Don’t beat yourself up about failed plans. That’s just a waste of time. Create a new plan. And… just keep on keeping on.  You’re doing great, Momma!


    Jamie Miller lives in Huntsville, AL with her husband, Garrett, and their three wild and crazy kiddos. She works full time and struggles with keeping the house clean, the clothes washed, the kids healthy, and keeping the mommy guilt in check. But she wouldn’t trade it for the world!

    If you would like to submit a guest post, shoot me an email at



The Homeschooling Mom

My first Mommy Views interview.

I have often wondered how homeschooling Mommies do it?! I am not patient enough (check out her response to number 10 😉 ). I also think I would have a hard time keeping everyone focused. With four boys there is always a lot of stuff going on here. I know there are several good things that come with homeschooling, but I don’t think it’s a good fit for us.

This is a Mommy of three, will be a Mommy of four next year. Here is her story.

1. Were you homeschooled?
Nope. I went to public school for 12 yrs, and then 1 year of private Christian school in 8th grade.

2. Why did you choose homeschooling?
We chose homeschooling for many, many reasons and I’ll only touch on a few here. My husband and I both were public schooled and we both felt that public education is lacking in many ways. We don’t like the herd mentality, teaching to the test, the way many things are taught (including Common Core), the way that Christian values are not taught. We are creationists, so we do not like the fact that evolution is presented as fact. But the most important reason is because we believe that as Christians the Bible instructs parents to teach and raise up their children in the fear and admonition of the Lord. This would be difficult if our children were away from us for 6-8+ hours a day. We also want to teach according to our children’s learning styles. Homeschooling usually has shorter days compared to schools. My oldest is only in Kindergarten, so obviously I don’t have a whole lot of experience yet, but it takes under an hour to do math, reading, handwriting, and read a few picture books. She has the rest of the day to play (or act kindly) with her siblings or we can go to the park or other outings. We don’t have to stay stuck to a school schedule, we can vacation whenever we want to, and take days off whenever we feel like it. It’s been nice since I’m pregnant with our 4th and very sick with morning sickness, I don’t have to wake up early in the morning to rush her off to school and they are learning how to help mommy when she is sick. We also don’t like how in school siblings are separated for much of their day. Their siblings are the people they are going to have around for life. I’d much rather their relationships be strong as opposed to school friends who may or may not be there year after year. Friends change, but our family is here to stay. I also want to instill a true love of learning in my children without pressure or the need to compete with classmates or to see how high they can score on a test, because tests do not measure true intelligence or knowledge, anyway. I felt like I didn’t truly start learning about the world until after I graduated college and it was only because I could then study what I wanted to!

3. Do you feel like your children are missing out on socialization skills?
Not at all. We disagree that young children should be around other young children all day to learn how to socialize. Proper socialization comes from learning from and being around adults that care for you and exhibit the positive social skills you wish for your child to have. My oldest, who is 6, is very social. She is shy when she first meets someone (like me :)) but that is not a homeschooler trait, many children, and adults, are like this. She has lots of friends. Neighbors, children from church, her siblings, our homeschool co-op. Eventually we plan on putting her in a soccer or dance class. But most importantly I want her around godly adults that she can look up to and learn godly behavior from. We disagree with the peer oriented socialization that occurs in schools.

4. Have they noticed they don’t go to school? Have they mentioned anything about wanting to go to school?
Oh yes, she knows. Our neighbor is in 1st grade and goes to the local public school so she knows that she’s away at school during the day. She also learned about it from references on TV shows and whatnot. A few of her little friends from church go to school. She wanted to go to school at first. I enrolled her in a 1 day a week program at a local Christian school specifically for homeschoolers. That only lasted about 3 weeks because she did NOT like it. She said they sat too much and she missed us. She started crying when I’d talk about it, so I nixed that. Ever since that, she’s had no desire to go to school. She says she likes being at home with mommy.

5. What is a typical school day like for your children? 
Well, like I said, I am only homeschooling Kindergarten right now but I have an idea of how our school days will go even in the future. We get up, eat breakfast, and then they go off and play for about an hour. Sometimes we’ll go outside and they’ll ride bikes or whatever. Then we’ll come inside and do school. Like I said before, it lasts under and hour but I try to have it done before lunch time. She takes about 10 minutes to do her handwriting (it’s her favorite, I think). I have a small dry erase board that I use to show her how to write the letters. After that we do a little bit of math. We use Rod & Staff Math 1 and it’s technically for 1st graders so we are going a bit slow on it to stretch it out to 2 yrs. Right now we are just doing simple math and learning numbers up to 100. I have Unifix cubes and an abacus that I use for this. Sometimes I’ll find a math or numbers game online for her to play. This all takes about 20-30 mins, depending on how much she drags her feet, lol. After that she’s getting antsy so I’ll let her go play. After lunch and after I put B down for a nap (he’s a big distraction right now at 2! lol), we’ll work on her reading. Sometimes I’ll go through the Phonics Pathways book, other times I’ll have her read 2 Bob books to me. Takes about 15 minutes. But I try to always point out words for her throughout the day to read. She is not a fan of reading yet, but we are working on it. I have a feeling she might be a late bloomer and this area, and that’s ok because she can take her time and not have to worry about keeping up with other kids. 🙂

6. What is the biggest advantage to homeschooling?
The biggest advantage to us is that we can teach our children about the Lord day in and day out and we can shield them from negative influences, bullying, and beliefs that are contrary to ours. And the next biggest advantage is that I can be with them, watch them grow up, have those deep, personal moments with them. Children spend 13,000+ hours in school between K-12th grade. That’s a lot of time that we would never get back. Personally, I also love not having to wake up super early in the morning to run 4 kids (eventually) off to school!

7. What is the biggest disadvantage?
I wouldn’t necessarily call it a disadvantage but it can be hard sometimes to not have that “break” that parents that use school have. I’m sure as they get older it will be easier, but it can be difficult right now since they are so young and needy.

8. What is the biggest misconception about homeschooling?
Probably the biggest misconception I’ve heard is that homeschoolers are weird, unsocialized kids, which has been not been my perception of them at all. Most of the kids in the churches we have been to have been homeschooled and they are just normal people and in most cases are very mature for their ages and can actually hold a conversation with an adult or person of any age, really. Another misconception I’ve seen from people with older kids that bring their kids home from public school is that they feel they need to recreate “school at home,” when it doesn’t have to be that way. Homeschooling is a lot more efficient and doesn’t take 8 hrs a day, even for most homeschooled high schoolers.

9. If they ask to go to Public school later for middle school or high school, is that an option?

10. How do you deal with negative comments?

I honestly haven’t gotten any negative comments. People have been pretty supportive, including our family, so that has been very helpful. Homeschooling is becoming very popular lately so people are beginning to get used to it, I guess. I have had several people tell me they just don’t have the patience for it and I think to myself, well, neither do I! But I know that God is going to pull me and strengthen me and grow me in patience over the years if I trust Him in this. I would never become a patient person if I didn’t have ample opportunity to practice.

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Ada Kids Giveaway

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Thanks for reading and good luck!


Bedtime Thoughts From An Exhausted Mommy

I am exhausted by the end of the day. The last thing I want to hear is Miles crying one hour after we put him to bed. Here are my thoughts when I hear him cry…

Crying Baby

  1. Is he hungry?
  2. Is he hurting?
  3. Is it too cold in there?
  4. Babies want to be rocked.
  5. Should I just go rock him?
  6. He is only going to be little once.
  7. I am done for the day!
  8. He is going to have to learn how to self-soothe.
  9. The other boys were sleeping through the night by this age.
  10. Weren’t they?
  11. Should I have turned the fan off?
  13. He’s going to stop in a second.
  14. Did I leave his lovey in the crib?
  15. Can he see it?
  16. What if he had a bad dream?
  17. He is almost one year old.
  18. Why can’t he get himself to sleep?
  19. Is that a “whiney cry” or “I need something” cry?
  20. Did he poop today?
  21. Did he poop right now?
  22. Did he fart a lot today?
  23. Maybe he has gas?
  24. Did I eat anything new and it is giving him a belly ache?
  25. I am so tired!
  27. Did he burp before we put him down?
  28. Did he burp after we put him down and now he’s laying in spit up?
  29. Does he need teething tablets?
  30. Is he stuck between the crib rails?
  31. Should I nurse him…again?!
  32. Did he eat enough this evening?
  33. Is it too hot in there?
  34. I am so tired!
  35. This is bullshit.
  36. He’ll stop in a minute.
  38. He looks so sweet while I’m rocking him.
  39. I love his little face.
  40. I could squeeze him to pieces.
  41. Please let me be able to lay him down without him waking up.
  42. Whew…thank goodness!
  43. He better be asleep for the night!

Let me know if I left out any good ones!




Does Breastfeeding Hurt Anyone?

I have successfully breastfed all my children. I consider myself very fortunate. I know many mothers that desperately wanted to breastfeed and for several reasons were not able to. They battled guilt, depression, and harsh judgement.

I honestly never thought anything about breastfeeding until I had my first son. I do not even remember Jarred and I discussing it while I was pregnant with Lewis. I made the decision when he entered this world and they placed him on my chest. It just felt right to me.

I remember it like it was yesterday. I was a naive 23-year-old that thought how hard can it be? Ha! It was exhausting, rewarding, stressful, painful, demanding, but it was incredible. My body was producing everything my baby needed. I cried every time he latched on. Sure my hormones were out of whack, but I was crying from the pain of having a newborn attached to my body. Now I know that means something isn’t right, but at that time I was clueless. I knew it would be uncomfortable and I would be sore, but I was not expecting that much pain. The nurses were not encouraging. They were not supportive. It was not a great experience. I’m not even sure Facebook was around then, so I didn’t have much of a support system. After a week of painful nursing we went to Babies R Us and bought a breast pump. I pumped and rotated sides for two days to let myself heal and we finally got the hang of it. I should mention that I did not have him at the same hospital I had my other three. Not only was I experienced with my second son, but the nurses and lactation consultants at EAMC were fantastic!

I nursed Lewis and Ian until they were 10 months old. Winston self-weaned at 11 months because my supply dropped due to being pregnant with Miles. Miles is a few days short of being 11 months and he still nurses 2 or 3 times a day. I’m okay with that. My husband is okay with that, and honestly I don’t even know if I would care if he wasn’t okay with it. That’s not being mean, that’s just being real. I’ve heard women talk about how they wanted to continue breastfeeding, but their husband was ready for them to stop. I had people asking me when Miles was just 7 months, “Are you still breastfeeding? Isn’t he eating solids now?” Some of those people do not have children, so I don’t expect them to know much about breastfeeding. But some of those were other moms that should know better!

My dear friend and I met for a cup of coffee Sunday and were talking about her 15 month old son. He went in for his wellness check up and the pediatrician asked my friend if she was still breastfeeding. She told him she was and his was response was, “How long are you going to keep that up?” I admit I take things the wrong way sometimes, but I think a response like, “That’s great! Keep up the good work!” or “That’s awesome! You’re doing a great!” would have been more appropriate.

Everyone is different. I know there is an issue of appropriateness, but I feel like that is up to the mom. I have my personal cut-off time where I wouldn’t feel comfortable breastfeeding, but not all moms have a cut-off time. If Miles still wants to nurse at 15 months I’m okay with that. If he wants to nurse at 18 months, who is that hurting? What is the big deal?? If it works for us, that’s what matters. What we do may not work for your family.


Kristeen (Kris) Knight was diagnosed with breast cancer shortly after the birth of her son. This is the photo from the last time she breastfed her son. Kris had a double mastectomy the day after this photo was taken.

It took me a while to build up my confidence to be able to breastfeed in public. I would park in the furthest parking space away from the store to feed Lewis and Ian. Something clicked with Winston. I always used a cover, but I didn’t hide anymore. No mother should ever hide to feed her baby. I want mothers to quit hiding while they feed their babies. I want people, men and women, to be supportive and accepting of breastfeeding in public. Teach your children what our bodies are capable of doing! I would feel more awkward watching a Victoria’s Secret commercial with my son than seeing a mom nurse her baby at a park!

It goes back to what you used to hear from your  mom and grandmother–If you don’t have anything nice to say, don’t say anything at all.

I wanted to share some pictures of sweet nurslings including my sweet Miles. As demanding as breastfeeding is, one day I will miss it!















Traveling With Kids

We are a family of 6. I can barely control things at home, so it is bound to get crazy on the road! We have to bring the house with us when we go on trips. It doesn’t matter if it is a week long vacation or a two day trip.

We decided to go visit family in north Alabama this past weekend. My husband is the youngest of seven and all of his family lives there except for one brother. It’s about a 3 1/2 hour trip without kids, which means it is a 5 hour trip with kids. I’ve mentioned before that I am Type A, so it shouldn’t surprise anyone that I make a list of everything I am going to pack. I check it off as I put things in the suitcase and most of the time I still unpack to repack, just to make sure I didn’t mark off anything by accident. I know I know–I annoy myself!

We have rituals to complete before we leave. We get everyone to use the bathroom and we check the doors and windows several times before we head out. It never fails within 2 miles from our house Ian, the five year old, always asks, “Are we almost there?” Twenty miles down the road and we get the first of thousands, “I have to pee.”

It is mandatory to stop midway to walk around and stretch. The boys were getting restless and fussy, so we decided we would stop at a rest area for them to run around for a bit.  As we are watching the boys frolic through the field, my husband was facing me and starts making this face like he had just seen a ghost and said, “Traffic is slowing down out there.” We herded up the boys and took off. We moved 3 miles in one hour. One freaking hour. I was about to lose my mind. The kids were bitching and complaining.

“When are we going to be there?”

“Why aren’t we moving?”

“Why is it taking so long?”

I started out being patient, but Miles needed to go to sleep and everyone knows when the car is moving, babies sleep. When the car stops, babies wake up.

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Just as we were getting settled into our visit, it was over and it was time to load everything up again and head home. Why does it seem to take so much longer to get home?

Anyone with a child knows how important routines are. I didn’t fully understand just how important until I had my first child. My children turn into different creatures when they are out of routine. Rambunctious, whiny, delirious creatures. They have emotional outbursts, they fight like crazy, and they get mean!

We got home Sunday night and started unloading the truck. The boys were already whining about putting away their things. After a lot of encouragement, they got everything done and asked to go play outside. It would get them out of our way for us to finish unpacking, so we said, “Sure. You can go out and play for 15 minutes and then we’ll start getting ready for bed.”

Lewis is a perfectionist like me and I hate it for him sometimes. I don’t think it is always a bad thing, but it is frustrating at times. He spent 5 minutes looking for his boots and he could only find one. It took everything I had to bite my tongue and not say, “This is exactly why I tell you to put your shoes in your closet. You will always know where they are if you put them in same place every time.” I knew that would be like adding fuel to a fire, so I just warned him that he already used up 5 out of his 15 minutes to look for this boot. I suggested he should just find a different pair of shoes. As I expected he panicked, but he found a pair of tennis shoes and headed out the door. I went downstairs to grab another piece of luggage and found him sitting in the floor crying. I asked him what was going on and he yelled, “I can’t get my shoe strings tight enough!!” I have told a few people this, but I guess I will put it out there for everyone to know. I do not like wearing tennis shoes, because it takes forever for me to get them tied equally. I don’t like having one tighter than the other. Again, I know I know.

So he is in the floor sobbing hysterically. I offered to help and he lost it.  I have no idea what he said for the first 2 minutes, because he  was so upset I couldn’t understand a word he was saying. Jarred told him he wasn’t going to get a chance to go outside because of how he was behaving and he needed to start getting ready for bed. He was so delirious. He cried for the next 10 minutes, finally got it together, and passed out within 5 minutes of laying down.

Ian gets overly-tired also, but he just gets whiny. He can take a few minutes to collect himself and he’s all better. Winston, 2, gets very silly and delirious. He runs around in circles, yelling gibberish, and laughing uncontrollably. If Miles, the 10 month old, doesn’t get enough sleep, he wakes up frequently. You would think it’d be the opposite and he would sleep like a baby (pun intended), but he doesn’t.

We missed naps and lost sleep, but we made great memories! We loved visiting with Grandma and Grandpa. The boys had a blast playing baseball in the backyard with Aunt Donna and they enjoyed playing with all of their cousins.


It is tough traveling with children, but some of my best memories from childhood are while we were on trips. I will always remember playing pick a car, punch bug, and make the 18 wheeler blow their horn. Fun times!!









Adoore It – Adore your DOOR Giveaway

I have been excited about all of my giveaways, but I am super excited about this one!!  The sweet and talented owner, Nicki, of Adoore It – Adore your DOOR has donated a $20 gift certificate!

If you would like to enter the contest for a chance to win follow these simple rules:

You must like her page Adoore It – Adore you DOOR and my page Mommy Of All Boys.

You must also LIKE, SHARE, and COMMENT on the contest photo on my Facebook page.

She has posted holiday deadlines on her Facebook page. If you order by Nov 1st, she is guaranteeing your order by Dec 1st.

Contest will end Thursday, Oct 30th at 0800 and I will announce the winner that day.

Good Luck!





How Do You Discipline?

I got whoopins when I was a child. Not spankings, whoopins. Belts, switches, whatever was easiest to get to.

I turned out to be a good person. I am a Registered Nurse. I married an amazing man and we have built a beautiful family. I also have a temper. I have improved, but I strive to be better.

I didn’t realize how bad my temper was until I had my first son. Obviously I knew I had a temper, but I didn’t think about how much it affected others until I became a Mother. I thought about how I felt when people yelled at me, then I started thinking about how that must make my son feel.  It surely didn’t make me feel good, so I know it didn’t make him feel good.

I noticed as soon as I got frustrated I would start yelling. I couldn’t cope. I couldn’t handle my emotions. I never physically hurt my child, but I yelled at him and that is hurtful. Children make you do a lot of self-reflection which is tough to do. It’s hard to admit things about yourself sometimes, but you can’t change what you do not acknowledge.

We live in the SpankingSouth, as if you can’t tell by me using the word whoopin. A lot of people I know grew up the same way.We made the decision that we were not going to spank our children.

Here are some of our reasons why we choose not to spank.

I do not want my children to be scared of me or Jarred. Just yesterday I read a comment on a Facebook post that stated, “My children will fear me and they will respect me. I fear my Mom and Dad out of respect.” I believe you teach children what respect means by talking to them about it. You show them what respect means. They learn by example, not by getting spanked.

Fortunately, we didn’t experience biting until our third son. So many people would say, “Bite him back.” I have never understood the concept of telling a child not to bite and then biting them. I mean, I get it…you show them how bad it hurts and they won’t do it again. I just don’t know of anyone that has only had to do it once and their child never does it again. The biting stage lasted for about a month. We learned that he would bite out of frustration. He wasn’t 2 yet, so he couldn’t speak well. When he bit, we would sit him in time-out and explain to him that it hurts and we do not hurt people. When he learned how to communicate better he quit biting.

I want them to talk to me about anything. I want them to trust me. I tell them at some point every day they can always talk to me about anything and I will love them no matter what. I can’t imagine them wanting to talk to me about their feelings if I just hit them with a belt or a switch. I used to get angry, sad, and embarrassed after getting popped with a leather belt . I knew my parents loved me, but during that moment I didn’t feel loved.

My kids do stupid stuff. They will get in trouble and do the same thing the next day, if not within 20 minutes from getting in trouble. We use time-outs when they are young. I make them tell me what they did wrong, how it affected others, and how they could have handled it differently. We take away toys  and/or privileges with the older boys.

We recently started using a clip chart. Here’s how it works. They start out with their clip beside good day. They can clip up earning up to 10 cents a day (their idea…I’ll take it) or they can clip down and have to return money from their banks. They really didn’t like that idea, that’s how I knew it would work. The boys helped out so much yesterday. Last night at bedtime they were both still on outstanding, so they each got a dime and put it in their banks. They loved it! I didn’t yell one time yesterday. They were nice to each other and helped each other. They cleaned their room and the play room. They emptied the dishwasher, put up their clothes, and set the table for supper.20141015_085155

I did not write this to be judgmental, I wrote this to discuss different discipline styles. A lot of times people just stick with what they know. They just do things because that’s how their parents did it. I love my parents and they are great people, but I decided to discipline differently. My boys still get in trouble and they still make bad decisions. Not spanking has worked for our family. What works for your family?