The Happyish Homestead

Friday, February 12, 2016

An Email To Bryce


Why would I share an email of this magnitude with all of you?

Couple of reasons:

1. It will make you feel awesome about yourself.

2. It will dispell any preconceived notions you have about how well you think I have a handle on my life.

3. It will make you feel awesome about yourself.

4. You’ll get to silently judge me about having more kids than I can handle.

{But if we’re being honest, doesn’t everyone have more kids than they can handle some days?}

5. It will convince you that honesty is not always the best policy.

So, here’s the email:


Libby ate some poop this morning.

At least it was hers?

I was changing her, and got her all cleaned up when Bennett yelled ‘potty’.

So I left her half dressed

and, you guessed it,

her diaper unresolved.

Amateur mistake, really.

I took Bennett to the bathroom.

Which, of course he didn't need to go.

Because he just went.

And I knew that, but I wasn't 100% sure he didn't need to go.

The idea of having just changed a poopy diaper and then needing to clean up a wet Bennett made me paranoid.

He was really just trying to get a treat.

Anyway, after wrestling with that

I come back and find Libby with poop in her mouth

on her hands

and of course, a bit in her hair.

My most selfish thought was 

‘I still need to nurse you.’

I'll let you infer what that means.”

Don’t you wish you were on my email list?

Enjoy your three day weekend!


Friday, February 5, 2016

Potty Training & Valentine’s Day Decorating

Bet you thought I wasn’t going to post this week.


It was close though.

Cuz we’re potty training.

Which is exhausting.

And tiring.

If you think you’ve got a handle on your life, there’s nothing like potty training to bring you back to reality.

And by reality I mean you’re in line

at Winco

- where you bag your own groceries -

with the three children that are home during the day

and you’re in the middle of sacking your groceries into paper bags

{you’re an Oregonian, afterall}

with half your groceries in the cart

half on the conveyor belt

with Spencer pushing the knee pad button to move the groceries

smashing your bread to a smaller, more condensed verion of itself

Libby crying

Bennett standing up in the cart

when you hear the word


So then you grab the baby

yell at Spencer

grasp Bennett’s hand

shout at the cashier that you’ll be back

seriously yelled at the poor woman

because of course by this time she’s done and you need to hand over a small fortune for the week’s worth of groceries

and speed walk {who are we kidding, you’re sprinting!} yourself with your small brood to the public restroom

where Libby crawls on the floor

and Spencer locks and unlocks, locks and unlocks the stall door

but you made it

And, if we’re being honest,

it kinda feels like you won the lottery.

Well, maybe not the lottery, but you’ve definitely earned

those three packages of Double Stuf Oreos.

{They were on sale!}


But, when I wasn’t doing that this week, I put up some Valentine’s Day decor.

Which I haven’t done, in a couple of years.


I made a yarn tassel this year.

See the ghetto plastic bag over the broken pane?

Still need to call Heidi so I can replace that.




















And Libby


Guys, I made her outfit! 

I’m pretty proud of myself.




And Libby, who is decidedly not potty trained, blew out of her diaper no less than five times in like two days.

Impromtu laundry room sink bath.






It snowed!

Elizabeth was completely devastated when they did not cancel school.

And even questioned my ability to check the school district website accurately.

Guys, some days….


Hope you have an exciting weekend planned,