Hello, Friends! Yes, I’m Still Alive.


Excuse my absence, we’ve been busy…

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I can’t believe I haven’t written since September. There were dozens of fleeting moments when I had an idea for a post, but then life happened. Jacob is 18 months old now. So needless to say, he is on the move, and I am on the move after him – especially since he’s realized his love for toilets, and washing his hands in toilet water. Blerg. There goes the fight on germs.

This Christmas was outstanding! Jacob is old enough to understand what’s happening around him. It was so touching to see the wonder in his eyes when he’d gaze at the twinkling lights on the tree. Or when he finally caught on to the excitement of unwrapping presents. Kids really do bring out the magic of Christmas.

I hope you have all enjoyed your holidays and that the New Year is being good to you so far. You will be hearing from me more often as one of my resolutions this year is to NOT neglect writing. So let me know if there is anything specific you would like to hear about. Whether it’s more family recipes you’d like me to share, or if you want a product reviewed. And of course, I will always continue to write about my blunderings and embarrassing moments…like that time I waxed half my eyebrow off by accident.

Until next time! Keep things as sane as possible 😉

Cris

The Annoying Habit that Drives My Husband Crazy


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My husband will tell you that he thinks I’m the best wife and mother, that he adores me. But if you ask him about my talent at leaving books, journals, notepads, pens and pencils around, his head might explode. It’s the one thing I know drives him absolutely insane. I’ve tried working on it, but I can’t stop.

As a writer, I often get bitten by the creative bug. I’m filled with absolute panic when I can’t find a pen to jot my idea down and get it out of my head and onto paper before it turns to dust. So naturally I make sure they’re available even at the expense of my husband’s sanity.

Our home is pretty organized and tidy even with an eleven month old crawling around (I’m not superwoman, I just have a great husband who helps me keep on top of what can turn into crazy clutter). But scattered on side tables, the kitchen table, the dining room table, the countertop, the fireplace mantel, and any other object with a flat surface are a few books, pens, notepads and journals.

I’m currently in the middle of reading six books. I love reading. But I also like different genres including autobiographies, thrillers, Christian literature, and psychology. Throughout my day when I have fifteen minutes to myself I like to read, but my mood also changes throughout the day so I like having a few options.

I also have a few different journals. I write my day to day stuff in one, prayers to God in another, and quotes from books I’m reading in yet another one. I like having them accessible for when I read something inspiring, need to vent, have a prayer request or want to offer thanksgiving. So we have the problem with journals and books explained.

I tell Andrew that “I’ll try working on this annoying habit” but I don’t see how I can. I mean, I could create a drawer where I store all my go-to books, but the pens and pencils? I need to have them near me. I’m struck with ideas for blog posts, poems, and my journals all day long…in every place of the house…yes, even the bathroom…where I have a pencil.

What should I do? Sew together a fanny pack pencil case and wear it like a belt all day long? I love my husband, but this is one annoying habit I think he just might have to live with.