Introductions

Why hello out there :) Thanks for stopping by.  One of my guilty pleasures is the "Real Housewives of..." franchise.  It's embarrassing and ridiculous, but I love it!  Real housewife's do not have lives like that.  I am a real housewife.  This is my story.

 I thought it would be best to make some introductions to start with.

Let me tell you about my family first.  In all honesty, I have the cutest kids you will ever meet.  Seriously, I do.  You can't make this stuff up.  I am seriously told at least twice a day how cute my offspring is.

My oldest is nearly 3.  We call her Cricket, or Sissy, or Sass, or Sassy Pants, or Buggy, or Bug, or about 7 billion other nicknames.  She'll basically answer to anything. She is a feisty, spitfire little thing, with personality +.  She is my heart, and hope for good in this world.  She is my bestest little friend, and we often end up in fits of giggles.  I have never seen a child so young be full of passion.  Everything she does she does with her whole heart and all the passion she can muster.  Sometimes this infuriates me, sometimes it makes my heart swell, it NEVER ceases to amaze me.  She is my helper girl, my sassy pants, my heart.  She is what reminds me of God's grace and mercy, and his all knowing plan.

My baby just turned 1.  We call him Little Bear, Bo-Bo, Brother,  Little Man, Stinky, and lots more, I have a problem, an addiction really to nicknames.  He is my little miracle baby (more on that later).  He is my fighter boy, my whole world.  I am so deeply in love with him, it's not even funny.  He is my baby, my miracle born of countless tears and prayers.  He my mischievous, all boy, little man.  He constantly keeps me on my toes, is always into something, and is the one I lose the most sleep over.  He is a heartbreaker (Yes, my friends, already), and his sweet half smile (just like his daddy's) and giggle can extinguish my frustration over a torn up book, or long sleepless night in a millisecond.

Let's take a second to talk about the love of my life.  The Hubs, Papa Bear, Babe, Love, my heart.  Seriously, what is it about men that they age so well?! Sometimes I look at him and fall in love all over again.  He is one hardworking man and such a great daddy.  My kids love him to pieces.  They cannot get enough of him.  It's really no wonder why.  He is very quiet and reserved.  He is the smartest person I know, and he makes me laugh harder than anyone I have ever met.  He and I have been through hell and back, our 7 years together have been quite the journey, but we have made it through, in moments where many would have given up, and I love him more for it.

It's hard to know what to say about me.  To explain why I am who I am.  I feel like I have been through the fires of hell in the past 7 years.  I have experienced some pretty extreme adventures the past while.  It all started with some really severe endometriosis, PCOS,  infertility, 4 miscarriages, and cancer.  This is my real life, and I love who I share it with.