king turns ONE.

Events have always given me anxiety. Until the moment I show up and look at the Mom. I laugh at myself and throw one little jab at myself “You thought you were stressed”…

With Amy this moment never happened. She is what I envy in some Mom’s. She made the day with her soft tone and sweet crafting skills.

You are one lucky boy Kingston.

bittersweet. time.

Just when you think you have this whole life thing down…

In a funk are you?

It is not just you. Everyone is losing their shit. But, if you want to lose your shit these days you better have money or a good support system.

Being that I could care less about money and have an amazing support system, I rarely lose my shit. See what I did there, I do lose my shit. If I didn’t have my Husband by my side I am sure the lost shit count would be pretty entertaining.

As a Mother and Wife I have to remind myself to slow down to stop and smell the roses. Even if that actually means picking myself up while being covered in baby poop and spaghetti sauce at the same time with the kitchen on fire. I assure you both my kids are safe and I have yet to burn the kitchen down.

Cohen is ONE and climbing, running and pretty much terrorizing every inch of our little hood. Kailyn is almost 8 and has shocked me beyond words over this past summer. We have grown a bit and she has grown to loving him a little more everyday.

Here is a little glimpse of the progress as a mom of two. Swoon and be still my beating soul.

Enjoy

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bronco brittney

I had to have been 9 maybe 10. Bareback on one of my evil step mothers horses. Holding onto my Dad for dear life yet trying to remember everything I was taught in my English horseback riding lessons. Nope, none of my lessons were coming back and the horse kept rearing. As I was bucked off my only memory was of his face. My Dad had this shear look of terror as he dove with such speed to land just underneath me to protect my fall. If there was ever a thing as super human strength, my Dad sure as shit contained it. We sat for the duration of the day being waited on while we played Super Mario Brothers with ice packs attached to our butts.

Never again did I mount any horse beast. I was bronco Brittney from then on. My fear has remained, though friends and now offspring love them. I try to teach Kailyn to face her fears to over come them and become a fearless individual. That backfired.

Our sweet ray of sunshine has decided that horseback riding lessons is what she wants to focus on. Fine. I assure you I looked long and hard. ( This is a bold-faced falsehood ) My friend Ray has this amazing little gem of a wife and she happens to teach horseback riding lessons. I knew after speaking to Chelsea that she would be a perfect fit for Kailyn. She is stern and focused on safety yet understands all her horses so well that I was actually comfortable. I shit you not my Husband borderline had to drag me out of the car at first. Warming up to it all was interesting, standing thirty ft away from the horse yet listening and prepared to become super human myself at any moment. That moment never came. She lasted an entire class and was not bucked off once.

We fell in love with the smile on Kailyn’s face. I laughed and watched as a horse trotted and joggled her brains up and down. We watched her listen and control an animal that terrifies grown adults. I cant wait to go back! Thank you Chelsea with JACC and CO!

Enjoy!