Put on your laughing hats

*Warning: my true, silly self comes out below. 

When I was little my older sister used to describe her mood in relation to pants. Yes, you read that right. When she was having a no-good day and wanted to warn the world she would say “I have my cranky pants on today.”

Lately, our family has been wearing our “silly, laughing hats” a lot.

Our little boy, Parker, has become quite obsessed with hats. Anything that looks like it could remotely stay on your head for a split second is dubbed a hat, tried on, and then offered to me or Sam to try on.

His favorite of all the prospective hats are buckets.


Doesn’t he have a great taste for hats??!

This last Monday evening, which we usually devote solely to family time, the hats came out in all their glory. It started simple; my husband and I just trying to cooperate with what our boy loves and going along for the hat ride. But then our silly side broke loose and there was no turning back. Soon we were sporting wacky faces, speaking in crazy voices, and trying on more “hats.” We had to take pictures, of course.

Put on your laughing hatFor me, sometimes parenting seems to morph into a small, at-home business. I will go about the day attending to meals, changing diapers, scheduling play dates, folding the laundry, disciplining, and then follow the bedtime routine.  According to the check list, I’ve accomplished all that needs to be done, but in reality, I’ve taken the joy and untamed silliness out of parenting–I’ve made my home a working machine.

“There is little success where there is little laughter.” -Andrew Carnegie

But lately I’ve been enjoying the sheer laughter that bubbles out of our little home. The times when my husband and I throw off our adult facade and surprise my son with how silly we really are. Not only is it enjoyable for us as a family, but it is one of the most relaxing things for me. I can revert back to my inner child that is still alive and kickin’ and just have fun. This is quickly becoming one of my favorite parts of motherhood, simply being allowed to relive some of the most magical and carefree years of my life.

“There is a certain happiness in being silly and ridiculous.”

How do you throw off your serious pants and just have fun with your spouse and kids? I would love to hear about it!

Feature: J House VLOGS

This is an exciting day for me! I am featuring some of my favorite people and their addicting VLOG. What is a vlog? It is a blog, except the medium is video. My dear, sweet, hilarious sister, Kendra, and her cute family have a Family Vlog. They upload their videos onto Youtube everyday, and let me tell you– it is absolutely hilarious, touching, sweet, real, and puts into a short video what real life with kids is all about.

Why have a family vlog? In their words:

“We are posting family vlogs on YouTube. With 4 little kiddos and time flying so fast, we want to capture some of these amazing moments in life.”

J House Vlogs

Click on the picture to find their Youtube Channel J House Vlogs, see their latest videos, and meet their adorable family!

A little bit about J House Vlogs. Kendra is a Stay at home mom, who in another life worked as a Labor and Delivery Nurse. She is just downright hilarious, so sensitive, and has a major love for cookies. Her husband, Jeremy, is a talented lawyer, sports enthusiast, and one of the most genuine people I have met. Their kids are extremely passionate, sweet, energetic, and determined. They are currently in their first year of homeschooling their kids.

If you want a little sneak peak into their lives, check out this video!

Sometimes my kid eats dirt

The other day I actually made dinner. I made some bread to go with it. I was feeling pretty good about myself! I was even more excited, because its one of P’s favorite foods.

Well, it didn’t turn out like I expected. He wouldn’t eat much, was whiny, and instead ran out in the garden, sat down with his spoon and started happily eating mouth fulls of dirt.

Here he is, with his dinner spoon, feasting on dirt.

Here he is, with his dinner spoon, feasting on dirt.

At this point, I was intrigued and slightly irritated. I had prepared a yummy, delicious, nutritious dinner and he chose dirt?? I began to realize this little moment was just a taste of what would happen in years to come.

Even at his young age, P has his own desires, interests, and ideas. His idea of a good meal was dirt; my home cooked meal was not. I imagine in the future that there will be more differences of opinion. I’ll disagree with a choice he makes. I’ll think he is absolutely, completely crazy! Not that his choice is bad, but more based on preference I don’t understand. So really, I’m glad I had this experience, because I need these experiences to get used to the fact that I cannot control him.

P is not my son so I can mold him into a mini me. He is my son so that I can present options, nurture his talents, and mostly love him. Love him, even if sometimes he chooses to eat dirt.

How have you learned to love your kids with their unique quirks, personality, and ideas?

New series: Reasons my child is crying!

So, it’s officially a little childish how giddy I am about this new series, Reasons My Child is Crying. It is inspired by a website my sister-in-law showed me one day when P was crying all the time. Visit this hilariously, wonderful website HERE. It will most definitely make your day brighter. The main idea? Kids cry for all sorts of reasons that aren’t exactly logical, and sometimes it is quite hilarious.

Our first photo. Look at this absolutely, pitiful face!! What in the world did I do to make him cry? I took away my cover-up stick, because he had been using it to draw on his body.

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I took away my cover-up stick, because he had been using it to draw on his body.

Why do I love this? Humor. The typical day of a mom is filled with moments that test my patience. Sometimes P is just out-of-this-world cranky and it is so easy for me to let go of my happiness because of it. I’ve decided I would rather laugh. I’d rather be happy. It is the essence of this quote:

The only way to get through life is to laugh your way through it. You either have to laugh or cry. I prefer to laugh. Crying gives me a headache. – Marjorie Pay Hinckley

So, look forward to some pictures of my crying child with the completely logical explanation for how I ruined his life. 😉