For What is Given

I shamelessly grasp for the next.
Rushing, rushing like wind over sand; moving fast enough to
make a difference, but not slow enough to remember or relish the change.
My name is Brittany, and I am the epitome of a bull in a china shop.



"Being in a hurry. Getting to the next thing without fully entering the thing in front of me.
I cannot think of a single advantage I've ever gained from being in a hurry. But a thousand broken
and missed things, tens of thousands, lie in the wake of all the rushing... Through all that haste
I thought I was making up time. It turns out I was throwing it away." - G.K. Chesterton

Age has changed me.
With each collected decade, I find that time is not the enemy standing in the way,
but the promise of refuge in the beauty of the moment - begging me to just STAY.
I don't always ignore the invitation, as children have also changed me,
but I wish I accepted the invite "so very promptly" more often.





"Wherever you are, be all there." - Julian of Norwich

This Thanksgiving I am giving thanks for what I have, right now.

I am thanking God for the children He has given me, and surrendering my hope for more.
I am thanking God for my husband, my Psalm 37:4 and beyond.
I am thanking God for
new friends, and old alike
family always present, engaged
community of tender hearts
the pain of change that brings new, refreshed beauty
moments of trial that lead to deeper trust
God hidden, but mysteriously present in so many ways

I am thanking God for what He gives today, this very second, stopping to focus
on the gift that's been given and not future ones anticipated.

Today. We are only promised today. Don't miss it.

HAPPY THANKSGIVING
from our hearts to yours

We Are All Homeless

I was scrolling through Facebook one night, when I came across the status of a friend:

"Everyday I drive under the Webster Ave. overpass on my way to work.
There are several homeless people that live under there, and have a pretty elaborate
set-up between the pillars that support the highway overhead...

Mattresses, clothing, stuffed animals, food, pictures.

Today as I was driving home from work, I notice a garbage truck stopped under the overpass,
and the garbage men were throwing these people’s every earthly possession into the back of the truck.

So today, in light of all of the disaster and turmoil on this Earth, while I am immensely grateful
for all that I have, I am profoundly disturbed by our attitude towards those who have so little.
Because really, at the end of the day...

we are just all people trying to find somewhere to put our stuff."


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They reach out to us on the street corners, and wave us down in our cars.Wind chapped faces, gloves worn through by the blows that life deals, their eyesbrightly shining - framed by smudgy skin. Just another human, another beating heart.
I've seen their faces. I've heard their stories. I know how easily any of us could findourselves with a cardboard sign and grocery cart - peddling away our sacred human dignityat any given intersection, overpass, or shelter.
Most that I've met, confess to struggling with addictions. Alcohol. Drugs.Some have been disabled. Mentally challenged. Abandoned by family. I've eaten dinneron the curb with some who used to have corporate jobs, spouses, children. And they wouldgive anything, anything to have a "do over" - to be given another chance to make a different choice.
And so we give grace, forgiveness, mercy. We meet them where they are at.Why? Because in the end, we are ALL homeless. This world is not our home...and like my Facebook friend shared, we are all just looking for a place to put our stuff.
"For here we do not have an enduring city,but we are looking for the city that is to come."- Hebrews 13:14

This season, our family decided to put together WARMTH PACKAGESfor the homeless, hungry, out-of-work men and women we see all the time - begging, hopeful.A small gesture, pennies really - trying to buy back some comfort or evoke somefeelings of LOVE, PEACE, JOY for our friends on the streets.
Such a simple project, but one that our kids were thrilled to help with.They are very eager to give away the granola bars that they so desperately wanted to eat.

clean, folded sockschapstickshampoodeodorantheat packs for gloves or bootswaterready-to-eat soupcrackersgranola bara personal note of encouragement with art by our toddlers$5 gift card to McDonalds
We wanted to include a gift card so that they would have the opportunity tobuy something, to be a customer, and therefore be granted the right to sit, to stayinside of a public facility until they have warmed up or dodged the rain.
Most public places chase them out in the name of honoring their current guests -the ones who have PAID, who have earned the privilege of sipping coffee in a booth.
Things we take for granted.
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"But our citizenship is in heaven."- Philippians 3:20

He Fathers Me Too

It was late. Nathan and I were laying in bed, reading books, winding down for the night,
when we heard joyful chatter from our sons' bedroom. Our baby, Judah, was up with the owls,
playing with his glow-in-the-dark microphone, and stringing random words together to his
great entertainment. A smile spread across my own face as I whispered to Nathan,
"Take it easy on him... he's so cute!" as he went to address the matter.

I hear this from my bed:

"Whatcha doing, papa?"

"I'm laying in bed with my wife trying to go to sleep!"

"Where MY wife?"

"I don't know buddy, but let's pray for her right now."

I then heard my husband pray aloud with a
two year old whisper mocking every word he said:

"Lord, please be with my wife. Keep her safe.
Let her know she is loved. Help me to grow into the man she deserves.
Give her a hug for me tonight. Amen."

I closed my eyes and let the tears file in behind the floodgates.
It triggers something in my own heart. Perhaps it is an old wound,
a gaping hole that I've longed to be filled, a normal desire, a holy longing...

Such is the gift of a father who leads to THE FATHER.
A couple weeks ago we visited the church where my husband gave his life to Jesus
as a little boy. He took our sons to the altar rail and told them the story.
Such is the joy of a father who leads to THE FATHER.

I am hanging on all the moments he's leading our sons... lapping up the gentle
leadership, falling in line, marching straight on to heaven with them all.

And it hits me... I need my husband to be a "father" to me too.
Even though he is broken and imperfectly human, God works through Nathan
to bind up the gaps, fill in the voids, and answer the cravings of my own heart...

as he fathers our sons.



"Every good and perfect gift is from above, coming down from the Father
of the heavenly lights, who does not change like shifting shadows." - James 1:17

Is there someone in your life that speaks God's love to you?
I'm thankful for that person. For my person. Amen.

How Little Boys Grow Up to be Priests

Priesthood? You mean like unmarried, childless, and celibate for life?
I know it sounds crazy, but hear this out...

Like any vocation or path in life, we all feel CALLED, right?
Asking God for direction, guidance, clear vision, and discernment is a prayer that's been
rolling off my tongue for as long as I can remember. Don't want to miss "the call."
In the same way that some of us are CALLED to be husbands, wives,
missionaries, sisters, brothers, doctors, lawyers, etc...

some are called to be priests.

Unmarried to a woman, but married to the Church, the bride of Christ.
Biologically childless, yes, but a spiritual father to hundreds - most likely thousands.
Celibate for life, following in the steps of Christ for love of the Church and the mission.

I went to Kindergarten with a kid named Matt.
This same Matt grew up one street over from the man I would one day marry.
He's like a brother to both Nathan and me...

and he is now well on his way to the CATHOLIC PRIESTHOOD.

I'm so proud and honored to call him friend. I'm thankful that he is answering this call
because I know he will find the greatest joy in doing whatever it is that GOD has called him to do!!!
Won't we all?

He's currently in FRANCE - working with The Missionaries of the Most Holy Eucharist
as he continues his formation and embraces the path before him! Ok I'll let him talk...

// MEET MATT MALICKI //


When did you first feel called to the priesthood?

I remember being a little boy (5 or 6) and thinking that I wanted to become a Priest
when I grew up. After I had my conversion experience in high school (I'd been leading a terrible life
for the past couple of years at that point), I began to think "Well, maybe I really AM called to be a Priest."

I was sitting in Church, several years ago when I first clearly heard His invitation to enter the seminary.
I heard in my own soul Jesus say, "I want your heart"… and that He wanted me to go to seminary.
Joy erupted inside of me!

Was it easy for you to say "yes" to God?

Every new moment we are asked to give our "yes" to God; sometimes it is easy and other
times it is hard. It's been the same for me. I would say, though, that generally speaking, my desire
to say "yes" to God's will for my life was really the only choice for me - because to do anything else
would have meant turning away from Him and denying what I knew to be true in my heart.
We can't lie to God, but we can try to lie to ourselves. I wasn't willing to do that.

What is your greatest joy right now?

My greatest joy is having so much time free for prayer with our Lord.
It is such a blessing to be with Him and not worry about anything else.
Jesus once said to His friend Martha, who had complained about her sister,
Mary Magdalene, sitting at Jesus' feet while she worked in the kitchen,

"Martha, Martha you are anxious and worried about many things.
Mary has chosen the better part and it will not be taken from her."

My life feels a lot like that now. The better part is just that. It brings a lot of joy!



What in the world are you doing in France?

This is where the community is based right now! The Missionaries of the Most Holy Eucharist
run the Parish-Basilica of St. Mary Magdalene (aka St. Maximin) in St. Maximin, France.

St. Mary Magdalene's relics are kept here. In the next few years the community wants to also have a
"home-base" in America, but for now I get to learn French and hang out with St. Mary Magdalene.
I'm not complaining.

How can we, at home, best help you in your mission?

I need spiritual help and practical help. The spiritual help involves prayer and spreading the news
about this community. The Missionaries do everything they can to bring people to the feet of Jesus.
This is so important for the world today for so many reasons.

I'll focus on one: the world needs for silence – for it is in silence,
in prayer, that we can hear the Lord speak to our hearts.

Remain with Him in silence!

Stay near Jesus' Sacred Heart!
We will come to know how we were created to give ourselves away in love by coming to know
Love Incarnate - Jesus, truly present in the Eucharist.

Please pray for me and for our community's mission!!!

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WANT TO FOLLOW MATT?! Lucky you, he blogs over HERE!
I live vicariously through his posts - wishing I could spend such intimate time with Jesus
and eat authentic, French croissants every day! He's a fantastic and funny author. Go check it out.

Want to sponsor a future priest for Christmas?!
He's also accepting donations HERE.

So there you have it... that's how some little boys grow up to be priests.

Project: The Thanksgiving Tree

Tap, tap, tapping on my shoulder...
"Mom! Mom! Moooooooom!" coming from a little boy with eyes wide open,
and a slightly contorted face. I couldn't tell if we were doing the potty dance
or if Thomas the Train was at our front door.

Whatever he had to report seemed of imminent importance.
My inner monologue: "Please don't tell me your brother has disassembled the vaporizer
and is soaking the carpet for the 3,398 time this week."

"I want to go to heaven." Beautiful wish, baby. Glad it's not the vaporizer.
Apparently my response didn't satisfy his excitement and so he persisted,
"No, I want to go to heaven NOW, mom! Aaaand and and I want YOU to come with me.
Right now. Let's go, mom." Send us a fiery chariot, Lord!



Not sure how to explain the logistics of "getting to heaven" to a 3 year old,
I asked him WHY he wanted to go so soon. "To see Bogie... I've got to see Bogie
and the new wings (not fins) that Jesus gave him so he can swim in heaven."
(Bogie was his pet betta fish that he got for his birthday this summer.)

The lights went on, and my heart ached for my son's breaking heart.
It was just a fish, but it was important to him. Something he was attached to,
and T H A N K F U L for - even though he couldn't express that to us.

I told him it is GOOD that he wants to see Bogie again,
that it is GOOD he wants to go to heaven...

but that we have to be SO happy and give thanksgiving for what God
is giving us TODAY. "He gives and takes away... blessed be His name."
All things are working for our good.

That same day I had planned to do a Thanksgiving tree with the kids.
It was as if God had put the inspiration to create this moment for my kids on my heart -
in order to be a healing outlet for Isaiah.

We ate puppy chow, colored, and hung the happiness in our hearts on those branches.
(Which are just spray painted sticks from the yard!)
We thanked Jesus for the life of Bogie the betta fish, and Zay let go.

To be very honest, there was also a lot of arguing, shoving, stealing of markers,
throwing of puppy chow, and a grand finale of melt-down momma... but we got it all
hung on that Thanksgiving tree!



What are you most T H A N K F U L for this year?

I hope you are finding beauty today; in all of its forms.
And if you are having trouble, like we all do, throughout the seasons of
giving and taking away, I pray you find peace and can hang it all on the greatest
Thanksgiving tree - the cross.

Pumpkin Pie + Handling Food Allergies during the Holidays

You've got a couple dozen, hungry guests gathering around your table at various points this season,
and as easy as Ina Garten makes it look, truth is... most of us are sweating bullets, asking Google
for answers, and checking-in on Facebook to make sure that someone else's sweet potato casserole
doesn't look better than ours!

The holidays are like the tango; beautiful and intense with a dash of stressful,
tinsel and lights,
fa-la-la-la-la... love it!

Laughter, tears, filling hearts and stomachs to the brim...
tis the season for tender moments met with tinkling glasses of champagne,
happy reunions in the glow of the Christmas tree, and memorizing all the details
of such happy memories being made as you savor every bite of pie.

Honestly, I get a little anxious with all the festivities and gatherings during the holidays.
I'm that relative, a guest who wants to RSVP with complete abandonment to the culinary adventure
the host has planned, but reality is - WE HAVE ALLERGIES.

How does one tackle the topic of allergies with family and friends?

I'm not claiming to be a professional dinner guest by any means - but I've done a lot of hosting
and I know that I like to know AHEAD OF TIME if there are any allergies/preferences.
Happy Thanksgiving, Merry Christmas, here's a bottle of Benadryl!

I now make a habit of ASKING my guests, before they arrive, how we can best serve their needs.
Mainly because I know how awkward it can be to step up and address the situation.

If you have real allergies - just speak up! Do it with grace, thanks, and love...
and I know the host will understand and most likely be so willing to accommodate!
When a host does not ask, saying something along the lines of...

"We are so thankful for the invite! Looking forward to coming over. Don't know if you have heard, but
our family is allergic to *name your poison* and have to avoid it all together. Is there something we can
bring to "fill in" the meal you already have planned?" Don't want you to stress, so please let us help!

...can be a good place to start! And if all else fails, make pie.

PUMPKIN PIE
I found my filling recipe HERE //

2 large eggs
2/3 cup sugar
1 tsp pumpkin pie spice
1/2 tsp salt
1 (15-oz) can pumpkin (not pumpkin pie filling)
1 1/4 cups Silk vanilla soy, almond or coconut milk

I used 1 tsp. cinnamon + a dash of cloves and nutmeg instead of pumpkin pie spice.
And we went with vanilla almond milk - works like a charm!

Mix all together and set aside.


Namaste Biscuit, Piecrust, and More gluten-free blend is my secret weapon right now.
This is their crust recipe // more great recipes HERE.

(Makes two 9" crusts - freeze half the dough for later use,
double the filling recipe, or halve it like I do!)

2 1/3 C. Namaste Biscuit, Piecrust, and More gluten-free blend
1/2 C. butter or non-dairy substitute
1 egg
3-5 tbls of COLD water

Cut the butter into flour blend before adding egg and water.
Add more water if needed to pull the dough into a solid, but not sticky ball.
I also add a dash of salt to my crust because I like it that way.

TIP: Working with gluten-free dough can be hellish. Refrigerating the dough for
at least one hour before rolling out will save your sanity. Also, rolling the dough out between
two pieces of wax paper or seran wrap is highly recommended.




Peel off one side of seran wrap to lay and press the dough in your pie pan - with the remaining
seran wrap side UP. Slowly pull off the remaining seran wrap before filling with pumpkin mix.
It's just best not to touch gluten-free dough. If you touch it, you'll understand.

Fill with pumpkin mix and cover the exposed edges of crust with thin strips of aluminum foil.
This will help to keep the crust golden and not burned. Bake at 425 degrees for 15 minutes - and
then lower the oven temperature to 350 degrees and continue baking for another 40-45 minutes.
You can pull aluminum foil off for the last 10-15 minutes of the baking time if you want.
Let sit for 4-6 hours before serving for best results!




I hope you feel warm and fuzzy inside right now. Because I do.

There's No Place Like Home

Amanda and I have known each other since we were little girls!
It is such a joy to see her doing what she loves, with OBVIOUS talent, for the Kingdom!
She is beautiful - inside and out - radiating pure JOY.

I remember Christmas caroling together when we were about ten years old.
A few of us were a little timid and awkward with the notes, but not Amanda.
She stood on porch after porch belting out "Joy to the World"... like she meant it.
We were clapping and smiling then.

I am clapping and smiling now, dear friend!
Please give it up for Amanda Vernon!!!

P.S. Don't miss her KICKSTARTER video at the end...
it made me tear up a little! Not gonna lie.
I love seeing dreams become reality.


This week my husband and I, along with our two children, are visiting friends in Indianapolis.
We are on a music tour across the country, so we stay in different cities almost every week.
In the basement with my three-year-old son yesterday, we had this conversation:

Me - “Jamal, where is daddy?”
Jamal - “Daddy’s at home. Wait...where is home? Is this home?”
Me - “Sort of.”

Welcome to life on the road.

Before Indianapolis, we recently toured in Kansas.
Yes, we quoted the Wizard of Oz along the way. I wonder if it inspired Jamal
to ponder the meaning of the phrase, “There’s no place like home.”

His question also made me wonder: how can we achieve the necessary comfort, stability,
and security of home, when we move from place to place so often?

I took time to pray about this dilemma, after our kids went to sleep for the night.
In prayer, my heart found peace and direction.

I need to tell Jamal how home is more than a house that we own. In fact, nowhere
in the entire world do we find our true home. Our ultimate place of rest and comfort
is found in the heart of Christ. This conversation might actually have to wait another
year or two (he’s a smart kid, but 3 in boy-years is still pretty young).
For now I will try my best to show the answer through my actions.

“Come to him, a living stone, rejected by human beings but chosen and precious in the
sight of God, and, like living stones, let yourselves be built into a spiritual house...”
- 1 Peter 2:4-5

When our family takes time for prayer as we travel, we witness to our ever-stable
connection with Christ. When we provide a schedule that best suits our family’s needs
(playtime, nap time, healthy meals included), we answer the call to serve, no matter where we are.
And when David and I prioritize our marriage, we point to God's love for us,
the ultimate source of comfort and security.

The title track of my latest album is, “Interior Gaze.”
I wrote the song for David when we were engaged. It is inspired by Blessed John Paul II’s
Theology of the Body. Regarding the moment when Adam and Eve first met, he said,
“They see and know each other with all the peace of the interior gaze...”
Little did I know the lyrics for this song would be so meaningful during our tour.

There’s no need to look away
Turn my eyes or hide my face
Underneath your gaze I know
I’m safe, I’m free, I’m home

I’m safe, I’m free, I’m home

We rented out our house for the year to make this journey.
So we are technically always away from home. At the same time,
we are becoming more than ever a spiritual house for each other.



I pray that Jamal will always be at home within the love of our family:
throughout this year, and long after our touring days are over.

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Want to connect with Amanda?

Listen to her music HERE!

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Date Night || Romeo O Romeo

Once upon a time, not so very long ago, I grabbed a rose andhopped on the back of Nathan's motorcycle. It was a warm, summer night - the kind of night that makes you think you are in heaven.
Twinkling stars,shadows dancing in the moonlight,the sweet air kissing suntanned skin.
He drove us over to this grotto.I'm sure we prayed together, as we did often,but I also remember making him stand at the head of the aisleas I waltzed down the cobbly, old stones with that said rose in hand.
Here comes the bride.Such silly, romantic moments fill our arsenal.
I kind of like it that way.We all do this kind of stuff, right?!
It was so still. So quiet.We exchanged some made up vows, kissed, then sped off...to our separate homes. Wishing it had all been real!
We went back and did a little reenactment this past weekend, and it was specialand different to have our kids running around! It's like the fairy tale just keepsgetting better. Miss Kay would be proud. Memory lane is so much fun, huh Phil?!Duck Dynasty, anyone? Do I hear *crickets chirping*?
It's special, crazy, ridiculous, over the top, weird, sappy, lovey dovey, etc.BUT IT'S AWESOME to reach out and touch those moments that built "him and her" into "us."
When's the last time you revisited a place that holds memories for you and yours?You should do it! *Nudge, nudge!* I want to hear all about that memory!!!
*Sigh.* I love L O V E.

Chicken & Dumplings || gluten + dairy free

Chicken and dumplings without the gluten and dairy?
In the words of my three year old, "Whaaaat?!" It has been done, my friends.
This dish is like Thanksgiving in your mouth when it's not even Thanksgiving.
Comforting, hearty, creamy goodness that will make you say, "Hold me."

FOR THE CHICKEN + STOCK:

4 boneless, skinless chicken breasts
2 celery stalks, chopped
1 white onion, chopped
2 cloves garlic, chopped
sea salt + pepper // to your satisfaction
(I used 2 tsp. sea salt + 1/2 tsp. pepper)



Add enough water (5-7 cups) to cover (and then some) all the ingredients.
Add more water to keep it at this level, as it will evaporate with time.
Cook on medium heat until chicken is white, tender, and can be pulled apart.
About 1 hour or a little more. Leave on medium heat and add CREAM...

*While the chicken is cooking, prepare dumplings for later use*
(recipe below)

FOR THE CREAM:

6 tbls. corn starch
1 C. rice milk



Whisk together and pour into hot stock.
Continue to stir for 10-15 minutes until the stock begins to thicken.
Add dumplings IMMEDIATELY.

FOR THE DUMPLINGS:
(This is not my recipe, but I LOVE it.
Found on the side of Namaste Foods Gluten Free Biscuits, Piecrust & More blend.)
I bought the blend at my REGULAR grocery store. So I bet you can too!
*This is DOUBLED to fit this recipe.*
Because who doesn't like more dumplings in the mix?!

3 C. Namaste biscuit mix
4 tbls. non-dairy or regular butter
2 eggs
1/2 C. cold water
1 tsp. salt
1 tsp. baking soda
1 tsp. dried or fresh herbs (I use rosemary & sage)



Combine all ingredients well. Drop by the spoonful into hot, creamy liquid.
The stock will NOT be very thick at this point. The dumplings will help
bring it to a full "creamy". COVER and let simmer on low heat for 10-15 minutes.
DO NOT stir. You will kill your dumplings. I learned the hard way :( #sadday

FOR THE VEGETABLES:

1 lb. frozen mixed vegetables



Pour into your pan of chicken and dumplings and gently stir.
Cover and simmer for another 10-15 minutes.

Congrats! Do a happy dance!
You just made allergy friendly comfort food that is going to rock your world!

When Your Heart is Sick

He could barely breathe.
The gasps of air were met with a hallow, barking negative.
Hitting me, head shaking back and forth - back and forth - he fell to the ground in tears.
I'm really thankful for modern medicine. I'm thankful for the team of medical professionals
that met us in the emergency room and helped bring sweet, calm breath back to our baby boy.



Isaiah kept guard, Nathan held on to our Judah, and I sat in a chair with my back against the wall -
supposedly poised, gathered, solid, but behind my face of stone was a wild horse of a woman coming
undone, unfolded, unwound before the God I sometimes trust.

Mountain tops and valleys low. I'm never a permanent resident. Here today, gone tomorrow -
I've let my prayer be: "Lord, let me remember the mountains, the moments in the light, so that
the memory can burn bright when I feel the pull of descent and approaching shadows."

Trusting God is a no-brainer when it's easy. Trusting God when it's difficult, scary - when your very
HEART is on the line - is another story. I made myself pray. I made myself choose F A I T H. And then I
beat myself up for not being stronger, holier, more calm, collected - a vision of sainthood. Ridiculous.

Later that night, I stood in a pediatric intensive care unit with my two year old. I set him on the bed
so I could pull the rocking chair closer to his monitors. He reached out to me, those blueberry eyes of
his framed in bloodshot whites, and said: "Hold you, momma."

He always says it that way when he is the one that wants to be held.
But it struck me so differently that night. I needed to be held too. His words were perfect.
His little arms wrapped around my neck, and my big arms wrapped around his baby body,
and God's unseen, but so powerfully felt, arms wrapped around us all.

My heart was sick. Yes, my child. Yes, my physical, beating heart as well - diseased with
being human, fallen - ready to rage, reject, repel when trust is threatened. Not my child, Lord.

I tell my children all the time: "Momma loves you, but Jesus loves you more."
Making that my cry of trust today. If I really believe it, then maybe, just maybe, my heart
will understand to look up, look high and remember to trust. Even when it is sick.

Project || one roll of toilet paper + pumpkins

I felt like the coolest mom EVER last week as I handed my kids a roll of toilet paper
and helped them teepee our living room. Ok, maybe the most "desperate" mom EVER. Ha!
$0.50 went a LONG way. My kids were happy. Like deliriously, forget about lunch, happy.
Seriously, it was naptime and Isaiah was like, "Oh yea, can I have a sandwich?"

Moral of the story: engaging your kids in a fun, creative project doesn't
have to be difficult. Just reach under your bathroom sink and get un-rolling!
At least that's what the "best, desperate moms ever" do!






It's still pumpkin season for a few more weeks! Right? Right. Nod your heads.
Since my kids aren't old enough to really carve a pumpkin yet (I mean, we did, but it was a lot
of Nathan carving and kids throwing pieces around the house!), I picked up a bunch of art supplies
for $1 each between Target and Hobby Lobby and let them do pumpkins "their" way!




Be inspired. Go make a mess with your kids today.

and E N J O Y the W E E K E N D