This Post Will Be Random...

The hubster is a basketball coach.  This time of year he is super busy and going, going, going all the time. 

Thankfully it is a job that we can tag along. 

I make all the home games and try to get to as many of the away games as I can.  However- he really likes for us to ride the bus to save on gas money, but I tell myself that it's also because he loves us so much that he MUST have us with him. 

The kiddos also get a huge kick out of riding on the big, yellow bus to the games with the the basketball boys and dad, so it's a win-win all around.

However, this year this girl's preggo and there probably won't be too many school bus rides for me.

Thankfully they broadcast his games on the local radio station.  He's practically a Star.

I mean he is a Star to me...but I'm talking a famous Star.  Crazy.

We went to his home game lastnight.  He's so handsome all dressed up out there coaching...



He's the blurry guy in the black pants and redish shirt (apparently my phone only takes blurry shots in a gym from far away- who knew).



They won so by the end he was just chillin'...


Little Miss had a big time eating all the food she could find hidden in her daddy's office and running around like a wild hullagun (sp?).  She looks so innocent though doesn't she?...


She found the cheerleaders floor mats all rolled up and just couldn't help herself.  It was like a big tunnel just waiting for her to explore...


My mother-in-law's Birthday was this week.  They don't live too close so we had to send her some love in the form of a really fun picture with birthday drawings, and we also made a Birthday video to send to her over facebook...

WE LOVE YOU NANA!  We hope your day was WONDERFUL!!!

The Smelly Beast is driving me crazy right now with all of her whining! 

I'll take you for a walk in a minute you long eared monster!

Don't look at me like that...

She cheats by looking at me with those sad eyes.

Little Miss Sassy had a friend over the other day.  They had a big time playing dolls and animals and all that girly stuff she can never seem to talk her brother into playing with her.  We did however have to take a break in the fun to take her to the doctor for a physical for school. 

She had to have a flu shot while we were there.

Her friend, the 2 nurses it took to hold her down and give her the shot, Little Miss, and myself are all probably scarred for life it was such a tramatic experience.

I had no idea she was so strong and violent.

It was wild.

I took this before she knew she was getting the dreaded S-H-O-T.

All smiles.

Not so much after the shot.

She survived though, and what doesn't kill us only makes us stronger- right?

I'm taking the kids and going to visit my sister.  I can't wait.  She has 4 kiddos and it is always wild and full of crazy, fun times.

She's the best sister.

I'm Thankful for her.

What are you Thankful for?

Silly Faces...

I'm sitting in my kitchen at the table writing.  Checking Facebook.  Trying to order some Christmas stuff.

It's early, but I like it.

It's quiet in my house.  I have the heat on and I'm wrapped up in my favorite, comfy, big and baggy, ugly, brown sweater.

I'm drinking hot tea.

I love hot tea.  It makes me happy.

It makes me feel warm and cozy on cold mornings.

It helps wake me up.

I have two cups I like to drink it out of.  They both have scripture on them.

I like to look down at them when I'm holding them and be reminded of how much my Heavenly Father loves and cherishes me. 

He's good and merciful.

He's blessed me far beyond anything I deserve.

He's pretty stinkin' awesome.

Maybe it's not the tea that makes me warm and cozy after all.

But I do like hot tea.



The other night when I was putting the munchkins down for bed we had an impromtu photo session.  We're quite the models if I do say so myself.

Our range of feeling and emotion is really unbelievable...

This is our "We're too cool for school" look...


Our "Say What?" look...


Our "Totally shocked and surprised" look (the unicorn was trying to get in on our action- can you believe it?)...


"We're so angry" look...


"We love each other and apparently Go Longhorns" look (and we love the Razorbacks just so you know)...


They got to bed a little late and no we didn't read a book, but I think that that our time was well spent and mucho memorable.

I love those silly, little faces.

10 Things No One Tells You About Pregnancy...

With this being my third pregnancy I thought I would share with you a few things I've learned along the way, and just so you know- None of this knowledge came from a book.:

1.  All lady-likeness will be out the window and you will have more gas than your husband, your children, the milk man, the mailman, and the mailman's mother combined.

2.  The first trimester you will be so bloated that you will think that you must have "Good Year" written across your backside.

3.  You have to be a professional acrobat if you want to clip or paint your toenails.

4.  Your lower back will hurt so bad that when you wake up in the mornings it will take you 10 minutes just to bend over to put your pants on.

5.  Your sweet, loving husband will probably start keeping track of the number of times you ask him to rub your back.

6.  Varicose veins come in a really pretty shade of purple.

7.  You will wake in the middle of the night with leg cramps that hurt so bad they will make your unborn child cry.

8.  If you make it through the entire pregnancy without some sort of crazy skin something or other you have experienced a miracle, and you are one lucky girl.  However, you should probably not tell other pregnant women because you might get hurt.

9.  You don't have to ask for people's opinions to hear them anyway, and the number one thing they like to give their two cents about is your weight. 

10.  Your not supposed to, but you will want to eat your weight in chocolate, and whatever else you can get your hands on for that matter.

Bonus:  You will be so emotional and irrational that you should probably buy stock in kleenex for all the times you'll be wiping your eyes and blowing your nose.  It might be something as small as someone putting the milk on the wrong shelf in the fridge, but it will feel like the end of the world.

Like I said, these are just a few things I've learned. 

While pregnancy is so wonderful and awesome, it can get pretty real, REAL fast!

Thank goodness I have a husband that loves me and can handle a lot!  He's a good guy (and I didn't just write that because he told me he'd be reading my blog today- love you babe!)- He really is!

Have a good day!

All Roads Lead to Somewhere...but where?

Yes.

I know...

It's been a while.

I have a story to tell you.

It's about the road that has led me to this place that I'm at right now. While the road has been rocky and the journey a little ugly at times- it has led to the most wonderful of places.

I started on this road when I was about 7 I think (while the exact age seems to have left me- I remember clearly the place and the company). I was sitting in the hall of my house where I grew up waiting to use the restroom when my father came down the hallway. I asked him to sit down and visit with me for a minute- I had some questions. Questions about Jesus and God. Questions about my salvation and where I would go when I died. There in the hallway, with my earthly father's support, waiting to use the bathroom, I chose to believe in Jesus Christ as my Savior.

Fast forward a few years to a teenager who believed in Christ but really didn't take it much further than that. Who was super quick to throw others under the bus with judgement for their "sin", but felt like since she wasn't going to the parties and doing "those" things then she must be doing right by God. Right?.

Fast Forward a few more years to college. I continued to say I loved God and believed in his Son as my Savior, but unfortunately continued to live a life that was contrary to what I professed. I made many poor decisions and followed the road of the world in a way that I'm sure made satan sing with joy. I dated and then later became engaged to a guy that was a relationship unhealthy for both parties I'm sure. Emotional damage seemed to be the base for which that relationship was built on. I prayed and prayed that God would heal our tattered and torn relationship. I was marrying this man for crying out loud! How could we ever have a successful marriage if we couldn't even date properly? I shed tears over the brokenness of it all- all the while crying out to God to fix what we seemed to tear down and break so frequently. With invitations sent out, two wedding showers under our belt, dress, flowers, and cake all purchased, and less than a month before the wedding we threw in the towel and walked away from each other.

What had gone wrong? Had I not prayed hard enough? It felt like complete failure had consumed me. Embarrassment. Shame. Hopelessness. What had started as a smooth road, had turned into pebbles, then rocks, then boulders, and had come to its end as this huge mountain that I could see no way over. Along with the ending of what I thought was supposed to be the beginning of this new life came other changes. I immediately moved home to my parents after living on my own for 3 years, changed schools (or so I thought at the time), and basically just tried to figure out where it had all gone wrong.

The next few months to follow would not be what I would describe as pretty. Without going into too much detail lets just say that rock bottom seemed to be my new address. However I had mastered the art of putting on a happy face and making it seem like all was well in the world. I was not happy with the person I had become, and I know that God was saddened by where my life had gone.

It was one of those things that in the midst of the sin and shamefulness I could hear and feel the Holy Spirit convicting me. Telling me to turn away from the ways that seemed to be consuming me, but I just kept turning from him and digging myself deeper and deeper in. I just kept turning to the world to try to put out the pain, but it only seemed to produce more pain and more trouble.

It was during this time of lowness that the future hubster came into the picture (again. Seeing as how he and I had grown up together and then dated in high school for a couple of years off and on, only to part ways when I went off to college). I'm not going to lie and say that it was all roses right from the start, because frankly drama usually follows when your heart is saying one thing and your brain is saying another. However, after a few talks, a few situations, and a few shed tears it became apparent that Nolan was God's answer to the prayer I had prayed a year earlier. The prayer where I had prayed for him to heal the brokenness of another relationship with another guy. The prayer where I thought he had abandoned me and left me hopeless. The prayer I thought he had chosen not to hear- not to listen to. It wasn't that he didn't care or had chosen to ignore me- instead like a faithful and loving parent he had just chosen to say "No."

"For I know the plans I have for you," declares the Lord, "plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future. Then you will call upon me and come and pray to me, and I will listen to you. You will seek me and find me when you seek me with all your heart. I will be found by you," declares the Lord, "and will bring you back from captivity." -Jeremiah 29:11-14

You see, only He knew my future. My small faith had left me feeling abandoned and alone in my time of need. I felt that God had failed me, but he had really delivered me choosing to reveal himself true and faithful on his time, not mine. Most of all he chose to show himself loving despite the lack of love I had shown him.

Nolan and our marriage was a "good and perfect gift" that could have only "come from above," but like I'll show you tomorrow when I finish this story- sinful nature is not pretty, and can unfortunately, cause hurt and pain within the most wonderful of God's gifts.

For now I'll leave you with this. My hope is that through my story you can find hope. Just know that God is faithful, and merciful, and always- ALWAYS- shows himself true. Unfortunately we have to hit rock bottom sometimes to recognize our need for him, but find joy in those moments- for it is then that God's Glory and Awesomeness can truly be realized and we can find him.

About Me...

My name is KaSEY...  I Love all sorts of different things.  Just a few of the things that I love are:

Rainy Day naps

Pie- any kind

The Hubster

Roasted Sweet potatoes

My annoying dog- Hycee (she's at my feet whining as I write this)

Cool Fall Days

Pumpkin Spice Lattes

Chai Tea w/ cream and sugar

A good pair of jeans

wool socks

sweats

Two special munchkins- one SiLLy and one SaSSy!

Baking Healthy goodies

exercise

getting up early to do my Bible Study

and

Fun Family time.

These are just a few of the things I love- but most of all I love God and his Son Jesus- my Savior.   He's blessed me with one handsome Hubby, two crazy awesome kids, one more on the way, and a dog that has the biggest, floppiest ears ever! 

I bake, cook, obsess over my family eating yummy- healthy stuff, run, walk, lift weights, do yoga, take naps, read my bible, kiss my kiddos, help with homework (2nd grade is harder than I remember btw), read, chase my hubby around to ballgames (he's a coach), go to prayer group, try to craft, try to sew, volunteer at the school, and basically try to do way to much, but I just can't help myself because I love all these things sooooo much!  Oh- and did I mention that now I'm trying to blog again?!

Thankfully the Lord is My Strength and I can do all things through him... So this is me journaling my days attempting to be more like God's Proverbs 31 woman.  She basically did it all gracefully and amazingly and probably without a nap, but then again- maybe not.  Either way she RoCKs, and I'm thinking that on top of everything else she's amazing at she's probably a way SuPer good teacher too.   I'm confident she'll guide me to being a better wife, mother, friend, daughter, and probably dog owner.  However, the best thing she'll teach me is to give God all the GloRy along the way.

Bear Syndrome...

This stinkin' cold weather is making me feel like this:



Am I alone?

I want to go to sleep early and and stay in bed late.

It's out of control!

Girl's Night...

I went out on a girl's night with my friend Emily the other night. We had such a great time just visiting and laughing!

We usually get together with each other and our kid's are with us. So it was super fun to hang out just us- no kiddos this time (but of course we spent most of our time talking about our kids- HA!)

This was my dessert. I think it and my coffee drink probably had more calories in it than I eat in an entire day (or week!), but it was oh so good!

Thanks Emily! I had a great, fun time! You're the Best!

Take That Old Man...

Do you ever wonder why and what it is that makes old people get so stinkin' cranky?

I was at the library the other day with the kids, and mind you our library is probably about 2000 square feet (one big room with bookshelves and dividers), so if your kids don't talk in a whisper someone can probably hear them.

We walk back to the far back corner where the children's section is planning to pick out some new books, a movie, and we always play for a while with the legos and toys they have there (obviously they are okay with your kids playing right?).

Anyhoo, there is this man sitting back there, probably around 65ish years old, at one of the little kiddie tables with his crap all over both tables typing on his laptop. He looks up at us as we come back there like we have just walked into his private study in his house while he is trying to research a cure for cancer or something!

I ignored the rude look and we went about our business looking for books and playing (the whole time getting bad looks). Then Ruthie walks over to one of the tables and picks up a book sitting there and then drops it on the ground (she's 1)...before I can get to it he stands up grabs the book and slams it down on the table and then grabs her sippy and moves it to the far end of the table as far away from his stuff as he can get it. OKAY! Ya old fart!

Continuing on- We get ready to go and I say, "Kane stay right here with your sister while I walk to the front counter to lay our books down and then I'll come back and grab your sister" (it was about 20 ft away and a straight shot- I could see them from the counter).

On my way back to the kids Kane reaches over and takes something from Ruthie and Ruthie yells at him- well this man looks up and yells at them to be quiet and to act right! I was like: Oh No He Didn't!!!

I said, "HEY, You need to mind your own business and I'll take care of it!"

He said, "Well, if you weren't such a bad mother off wondering around doing your own thing letting your kids just wreak havoc I wouldn't have to say anything to them!"

Old man say WHAT?!!!!

I said, "What are you talking about? I walked to the counter to lay some books down, and I could see them the whole time! And News Flash: This is the kids section- what are you even doing here?!" you pervert (okay I didn't say that last part but I wanted to!).

Then he says, "Enough said!" What the crap does that mean?

I said, "You're an idiot. Come on kids."

Then I went to the counter and told on him like a mature person. They said they were uncomfortable with the fact that he was in the children's section but the reason he was there is because they had already run him out of another section!

I said (nicely- because they were on my side), "Well maybe instead of kicking him out of sections it's time to kick him out of the whole library."

They told me how sorry they were and I left wanting to kick the butt of a man about 3 times my age!

Can you believe that! I'm mad now just thinking about it! Anyway, have a good day- and if you see a rude, cranky old man today, have your kids spit on him for me would ya!? HA!


My other blog: Diary of A Hungry Mom

Things I've Learned about Myself while away from Blogging...

1) I need outlets. If I don't blog then I bombard my poor friends (the ones I see in person anyway) with all of my craziness. If I can put a little of it out into blogland then there seems to be not quite as much dumped on them. I'm sharing the love so to speak.

2) Just because I've never met majority of you in person doesn't mean that I don't depend on you. This is my version of couch time (and let's be honest, we could all use a little couch time at one time or another).

3) What the heck else am I going to do with my downtime (downtime: you know: that time at midnight when everyone else is in bed and you get a few minutes to do something for yourself)?

4) I need a place that is all mine and not another persons, because let's face it: I'm a mother and I don't even get to go to the bathroom by myself anymore.

5) Yes I feel guilty sometimes for blogging and not cleaning, cooking, taking care of the hubby, taking care of the kids, and on and on, but I miss my blogging friends and all of those things will be okay if I give myself a few minutes a day to do something that is fun and nice for me.

In Conclusion: Blogging is good stuff, good stuff!

Back in Town...

Hello Blogland!

Our vacation was wonderful! We survived it with some great stories, minimal fusses, and loads of pictures!

We got back and ran a 5k. We both (Nolan and I) are training with friends for a 1/2 marathon in Nov.

Kane started pre-school and loves it.

Ruthie has turned into a mess!

And I finally have decided to blog again! YAY!

We were gone on that vacation and I just got overwhelmed and decided that I needed a vacation from blogging for a while. The plan is to work my way back into it slowly. Because while I enjoy it I don't want for it to consume me like it has a tendency to do.

So this is me saying: "I'm Back!"