It's Time.

I started this blog more than four years ago, when Boyfriend was just 18 months old.

I missed writing, and life was so funny and exciting... I knew I needed a place to jot it all down.

The bonus was when people started reading, like actual live humans that weren't my mother.

My little corner of the Internet was just that... mine.

At a time when I didn't feel like anything at all was my own... I found this blog, and it helped me find myself.

I was lonely, and missed being an adult.... and so I wrote... and amazingly, you read... and read and read and read.

In four years I wrote 1,061 blog posts, and made $50... total.

I know.

Over the years, my vision of "blogging success," changed... it stopped being about dollars and started being about friendships, and laughter.

I met new, wonderful people and companies that cared about my opinion, and my family.

Others became invested in our crazy life....

They sent us Christmas cards, and little gifts... they reached out and asked for advice... said they wanted to read more!

My most successful posts, are the ones that made you laugh out loud, the ones that made you say, "Thank God I'm not alone," ... the ones that you read to your husbands and wives.

In the end, this place was about finding myself as a writer... and preserving our memories.

I do believe that this tiny place, has served it's purpose.

So here goes....

After nearly a year of sporadically blogging, and trying to make this thing work, I am ready to admit defeat...

I am waving the flag and saying... it's time to say goodbye to Our Tiny Place.

Now, those of you who have been here for four years know that I am a commitment-phobe... 

So, who knows, maybe I'll make this grand ending statement and be back next month...

But, I cant say for sure ... and for as sad as it makes me to do this, it feels better to call this the end, at least for now.

Please allow me to credit all of you, for keeping this little dream of mine alive for as long as you did.. after all, what good is a writer without a reader?

Thank you to all of you who have checked in, shared my work, and wished for me to succeed.

Writing this feels like a huge weight is being lifted off my shoulders.

Blogging crosses my mind no less than ten times a day... but I am an all or nothing type of person, and I just don't have the time for this anymore.

My heart is heavy as I write this post... this place has been an amazing outlet for me and I will miss it dearly.

It's actually kind of embarrassing how sad I am about giving up this blog... I never knew how much I loved it until I sat down to write this last post.

I struggle constantly with the desire to document every minute of Boo's baby-ness... but this time around, I am capturing it in my soul instead...

I am memorizing the width of his belly while he nurses, the smell of his chubby cheeks and the feel of his squishy feet on my face.

There is something to be said for stepping away from the technology and breathing in real life... they are only young once and, selfishly, I want to gobble up every second of it for myself.

So...I'm going to close up this shop and focus all of my energy on watching my family grow and change.

This, is my Christmas gift to myself.

I hope that one day, if I decide to write again, that someone on the other side of the computer will welcome me back into their homes, and their hearts.

And I hope that maybe, that someone, will be you.

Thank you, thank you, thank you... for following along, and thinking that we are worthy of the little time that you have to yourself.

You... and this... will be missed.

**If you want to follow along with us on a smaller, faster scale... I am still loving Instagram and will continue to keep my account there active and updated regularly!  @ourtinyplace ... It's the same cute and crazy, just with less words!


The Elf On The Shelf...

I know a lot of people hate the Elf on the Shelf.

But I don't.

Granted, I think it's corny, and kind of weird, but I'll be damned if that elf doesn't make my kids behave better.

It's kind of a big deal.

I am the first to admit that the women who go like crazy over board and all, "top this," with their elves drive me insane.

I think those are the people that are MISSING THE FREAKING POINT.

Our kids are young for such a short amount of time, in our house, the Elf is about two things... 1) good behavior, and 2) MAGIC.

Let's inject some magic back into Christmas people.

Or, let's say we will and instead run down the stairs at 6 am and chuck that elf as hard as we can in any new direction and hope it doesn't land in the fireplace.

Yup, in our house we forget too.

Nine times out of ten I am the elf mover... and being that I am still nursing, I am up a few times a night to move that little guy around if I happen to forget before bed.

Last night was no different, and I found myself in the kitchen at 2:46 AM!!

Moving the elf!

Boyfriend, bless his cute little heart, he gets very nervous when the elf is within his reach.

Like his arms are just going to shoot out and grab that little guy by accident.

So I usually put our elf up high, but I am running out of freaking ideas.

And that's how I found myself cutting a hole in a box of fruit snacks, at 3 am, on a Friday morning, in my pajamas.

And then, because I was thinking it, I added a little note to my non-reading children:

A little nudge in the right direction never hurt anyone, right??


She Said...

While walking Girlfriend into school today, a Grandmother was walking out with a baby in a carrier.

Girlfriend, never one to let a baby pass her by, stopped to peak in on the baby in his car seat...

After getting a good look, she looked up at the woman and exclaimed:

"Oh! I yuv your cute baby!! But mine is so much cuter."


This Is Motherhood

Last week, while the kids were MIRACULOUSLY watching a movie together and not fighting, I snuck out of the room to put some laundry away.

I had gone up and down the stairs a few times when I literally, tripped on a toy and fell face first into the room.

Like... in front of the TV, I just face planted... I probably flew directly in front of the TV.

I yelled. A four letter word.

I landed in a huge pile of toys and everything started binging, and singing, and making toy noises.

And do you know what those damn kids did?

They did nothing.

They didn't even move!!

When I pulled myself out of the pile of toys on the floor and sat up and looked at them their faces were still glued to the TV... mouths open, blank stares.

It was like something out of a movie... like here's Mom, taking care of ALL THE THINGS, and no one even freaking notices when she busts her ass right in the middle of a room.

So I'm all, "Don't worry, don't move, stay where you are, I'm totally fine.."

And do you know what those damn kids said?


They said, "Shhh!!!"

Motherhood is karma for how we acted in High School, I am sure of it.

And also... no one loves these stories more than my own Mother....

Whom I called the second I fell... I was all, "Mom... If you ever busted your ass in front of me and I didn't ask if you were okay... I'm sorry."

And she's all, "That's fine... are you okay?"

Proof that no one will ever care as much as our Mothers.


Beauty School Drop Out... Already.

My Girlfriend, that little pain in the neck...

When we put her to bed at night, she literally waits for us to close the door and then jumps out of bed and instantly starts roaming the halls.

I am in a new chapter of parenting these days, especially at 8 o'clock at night...

It's called, "As long as you aren't getting hurt, whatever you are doing is probably fine."

So we kind of let her get her books, or whisper around the corner to her brother, or whatever she's doing, as long as she isn't loud, or getting into trouble... she usually ends up passed out in her bed by 9:30.

Plus, how many times can one person scream get back in your bed without losing their mind?

This is the Mother of Three speaking, if you have been reading since I was a Mother of One you are probably like what the Hell happened to this woman.

Anyway... she ended up in my bathroom and got into my Self Tanner one night.

She's sneaky so she's very quiet when this stuff is happening.

I didn't realize it until she was getting ready for school the next morning and I'm all:

"Uhh... what's up with your feet, Doll?"

And she's all, "Nofing."

Oh, right, nofing.. you just look like you have a skin disease, no big deal.

The very next night, after we did the normal bedtime run around, I went to climb the stairs for bed, and there in front of me is a hunk of hair.

Now, I know damn well that I have only one child with long hair, but for some reason when I saw that hunk of hair I said, "((gasp)) Who cut their hair!!"

And there, at the top of the stairs, was my Girlfriend, who was all: "Not me!"

I reached for the railing, and climbed the stairs with my eyes closed.

If you've been reading for awhile you know I SCALPED my hair when I was three... so I was pretty much petrified that my baby was going to have a buzz cut.

By the time I reached Girlfriend she was all, "I'll show you where the rest of my hair is!"

It wasn't as bad as mine... but it was still a haircut.

She kinda gave herself a Justin Beiber bang do.

She was sobbing and I just couldn't help myself... I became that Mom that takes a picture of her kid while they cry.

I just had to do it, it was freaking funny.

She was like, "Baaaaahhhhh.... don't give me a boy hair cut!!! Bahhhhhhhh..... whose Dustin Beiber!!!!!??"



She Said...

Our Elf came back.

Boyfriend about lost his damn mind when he saw him perched up on our book shelf.

He was all, "WONKY WONK!! HE'S BACK! HE'S BACK!"

And from the bathroom, I hear Girlfriend scream, "WAIT FOR ME! I'M POOPING! WAIT FOR ME!"

Mind you, the girl has no clue what the Hell Boyfriend is talking about...

She was just over two last Christmas when Wonky Wonk came back, so she was basically just second hand excited... she really had no idea why she was happy.

Either way, she flew out of the bathroom and was instantly jumping up and down beside her brother screaming, "He's back! He's back!"

Her excitement, however, was short lived... when she realized exactly what Boyfriend was pointing at... she stopped jumping and dead panned him:

"That's a doll."

Her brother was all, "No it's not! He's magic!"

And she's like, "Nope. It's a doll. He's not real."

And with that... she was over it... she left the room, on to the next thing.

It was all I could do not to laugh at them.

She is so her cynical Father and he is so his over excited Mother.

Could be worse I guess!!

Update: Girlfriend is now excited about the Elf... she has no idea why, but she is.


Big Moves or.. Santa's Sneaky Surprise

If you've been reading for a long time... like, forever, then you may remember me talking about how we have rented out an in law apartment in our home for the past six years.

Which means, we have always shared a wall. Everyday that we have been here.

Can you just think about that for a minute?

Let it really sink in.

Think about your own life, with however many kids you have or don't have... and imagine SHARING A WALL... as in... always being careful not to be too loud, yell too much, be too crazy.

You get the idea.

Now that the kids are older... I am pretty damn tired of shushing everybody all the time.

Plus, I recently read this thing that said, "Let them be little..." And when I read it, my, "Mom Guilt," went into over drive...

Because for every minute that I let them, "be little," outside the house... I almost NEVER let them be little when they are near our "shared wall"... and that sucks for them.

I want them to have their own space to create, and relax, and learn... and also... I want all the toys in ONE PLACE.

So when our current tenant said that she has to move out we decided... alright, enough is enough, let's take back our house.

The very scary plan is to walk away from the added income, and reclaim that portion of our home as, our home.

Which it has never been for even one day since we have lived here.

We have never known our home to have it's full square footage, but we will soon.

Although we aren't 100% comfortable with the idea of no longer having that extra money every month, I am even more uncomfortable with having to interview tenants and a share a wall any longer.

The older the kids get, the less I like the idea.

And so... we have decided that Santa will bring a very low budget, "use-what-you've-got," play room.

I am absolutely 100% asking for your expertise in this area!! If you have a "toys only," play room.. PLEASE... tell me what works! And what is a cheap way to get it to function well for our kids!!

Our babies have never known a room that is exclusively for their toys, and instead have toys LITERALLY CRAMMED into every damn spare spot in our house.

But... Santa has spoken, and has suggested bean bag chairs, a wall mounted TV and all the cheap, second hand, toy storage he can get his hands on.

And so... for every single night of the month of December, if you need us... you'll find us quietly sneaking toys into the other side of our house, painting the walls, hanging window treatments... you name it.

And our sweet nosey little cherubs will never know, because we wont tell them that no one is living there.

On Christmas morning.... the plan... is to have big boot prints and Christmas Carols lead the way to a doorway in our home that has always been locked, and insulated with not one, but two doors.

Except on Christmas morning... I'm thinking ribbons... and Christmas lights hanging from the ceiling... maybe an art display and match box car storage.... old toys, new toys, long forgotten toys, wrapped toys, big toys, little toys.....

I honestly have NO IDEA where to begin to make this a functional room for all of us, but I am EXCITED to hear your ideas.

Annnnnnd..... lest I forget that reclaiming that part of our home will mean having my WASHER AND DRYER ON THE FIRST FLOOR... and a FULL EXTRA BATHROOM!!!

Annnnd... a HUMONGOUS CLOSET that has been hiding over there for year and years and is finally, about to become... all ours.

I mean... we might never move now. For real.

I can not wait, wait, wait.

We may be eating Ramen Noodles on Christmas Day.... but Gosh Darn it... our kids will be in a room just for them, full of all the toys in all the land and we... we... WE.....

Will not!!!!!!


At least.... I hope it will be.


Thunder Thighs & Bow Ties

Sometimes I come across a product that I just love so much that if I had the money, I'd buy it for all of you.


You all know that I am a sucker for all things photo shooty with my kids.

I love to find the perfect setting, the perfect adorable outfit, perfect backdrop... you name it, I like it.

But sometimes, let's be honest, kids can be a real pain in the ass when we want to take their pictures.

So, when I found these cool, like, ingenious bow ties that just SNAP ON AND OFF A ONESIE for Boo to wear for a photo shoot...

I was all... I need to tell my people!

I need to tell the world!

There is an easier way to take baby boy bow tie photos... it does not involve clasping, and unclasping... or pulling onesies on and off...

It's as simple as snap snap.... seriously.

The deal is, for the littlest ones anyway, you buy a onesie with snaps and then buy a few bow ties to go with it.

It's all super affordable too... For real you can trust this bargain babe on that one.

No one paid me to say this, I was just that happy with how easily and quickly this whole process went that I wanted to tell you all about this adorable little company that I found that makes... you guessed it, adorable little bow ties.

Lennon And Co. can be found on Etsy, and Instagram, and is currently having a sale... (save 20% on orders of $10 or more using code STUFFING20, ends 11/9).

Again, no one told me to tell you how much I love their stuff, I just think it's a cool product, and would make a great baby gift.

It was literally SECONDS in between bow ties... it took my friend longer to put out the new set than it did for me to change his bow ties, and we all know with babies and photos, every second counts.

See how much my guys love their stuff??

Boyfriend is wearing a clip on "Big Kid," bow tie to match Boo... I know.

When I found out that Lennon And Co will pretty much make anything you can dream of, I knew I had to have a hairbow for my Girlfriend.

Kids in matching outfits leave me dead on the floor from cuteness.


Check them out, they are cheap, and easy to change in and out... what's better than that?!

You're welcome!!!

**Special thanks to JCole Photography for always taking such great pictures of my monsters.


Boyfriend's Clothes

I'm going to admit that I have recently had an "ah-ha" moment... and my thoughts on this have suddenly changed...

BUT... before my recent "ah-ha" moment... Boyfriend and I have had some serious fights about clothes.

Listen, I'm not proud of the fact that my son and I are fighting over something as dumb as what he wears to school.

But, we are... or were... before my epiphany.

The kid is just such a woman about his clothes.

I'm sorry, I shouldn't make fun of my own child but for real, he freaks the eff out about what he wears the same exact way that I did... WHEN I WAS TWELVE.

But he's FIVE!!!



You know what... sometimes it just feels fucking good to write in caps when you're mad about something, amIright?

I think I am.

Anyway... any time Boyfriend is rude, or fresh, or punches his sister in her head... I tell him I get to pick out his shirt the next day for school.

Mostly because it's the only thing that he cares about, he doesn't use an ipad, or video game....

He doesn't care about his toys enough to take one single one away, but take away a ninja turtle shirt and the kid has a damn heart attack.

Maybe I shouldn't go for where it hurts, but hey, a Mom has got to get a little respect ya know?

Anyway, here's the part where I throw myself under the bus.

I should just get the fuck over it.

Who cares what he wears.

I mean... he should respect me... but I'm sure he can do that while he's wearing a super hero shirt, ya know??

I'm on this tag sale page on Facebook... and this lunatic lady who is always trying to search for things to fill her house with, posted that she was searching for dinosaurs, trucks, and ninja turtles.

And then all these moms were like, "I have them!! I have them!! My son wont look at them.!!"

And that's when it hit me.

These damn super hero shirts that I am fighting with my five year old about every morning...

One morning, I'm going to wake up and he isn't going to ask to wear one.

One day, I'm going to wake up and he will beg for the GAP shirts that I'm pushing on him, for the Polo and Vineyard Vines.

Soon enough he will beg for expensive clothes and I will go broke trying to make him happy because by then, the hand me downs will have surely stopped coming.

Before long the Ninja Turtle phase will give way to something else...

And then my baby will be even more of  a child...

The toys will gather dust and I will want to punch myself in the throat for rushing things like striped shirts.

And I will be missing the times when all he wanted to be when he grew up was a super hero that married his mom.

So... I just need to get a freaking life... and let the kid wear whatever the hell he wants.

Except on picture day...

I may have had an epiphany but I have not lost my damn mind... the kid will dress normal on picture day.

Because I want to remember just one day of his kindergarten self without a turtle shell stomach..

But as for today, and for the rest of the year he can wear whatever the hell he wants, because if he's happy, I'm happy.

So... turtle shell it up kid (except on picture day).

But watch your Mouth and respect your Mother...

Or you're gonna find ME in your classroom wearing my own super hero shirt, AND cape, AND eye mask, AND UNDERWEAR...

And I'll be all, "Whose cool now, DUDE??"

Yeh, that's what I thought.

Word to your Mother.


Husband Said...

Husband went grocery shopping last week, and while I'm always trying to save a buck... there are some things that I just wont budge on.

Like peanut butter.

I opened the bag, and there was a tub of Skippy.

Me: Um... what the hell is this?

Him: (not even looking at me) Peanut Butter.

Me: How'd you know what I was holding?

Him: Cause I knew when I bought it that you were going to complain about it.

Me: Well, choosy Mom's choose Jif.

Him: Welp, broke Dad's choose Skippy.

And there you have it... broke Dad's choose Skippy.


Mah Girl

I grew up in your average American town, and did all the things that average American kids and teenagers do...

Nothing crazy, but I was fresh every once in awhile... I went to a keg party, or two, on a Golf Course... I threw parties in my parent's basement, that kind of thing.

Not to sound like a line from "Butterfly Kisses", but for all the things that I have done wrong ... there are just a few that I would like to think that I am doing very right.

And I am so proud to say that a lot of them are wound up in this ball of baby girl right here.

I often preach to my children lessons that I didn't understand, follow, or accept as a child...

Ones that would have made me an infinitely more likeable youth, I'm sure.

Alas... I missed the boat on the important stuff, like most teenage girls did... and I cared more about being popular than I did about being nice sometimes.

So as an adult, I try every single day to instill what is important to me NOW into my children.

And someone is listening.

My Girlfriend is just the sweetest, most out going, open minded, loving little dollop on the planet.

Ask her who she thinks is beautiful... go ahead, ask her, ask her, ask her...

She will say: EVERYONE!!!!

Ask her who her best friend is... ask her! Go on! Do it!

She will say: EVERYONE!!!

My Girlfriend, God love her, thinks that every person she meets is fantastic, and INTERESTING!! And exciting!!

She thinks every outfit is just the most wonderful expression of herself, and has the sass and class to prove it!

Even the kids who may cause a little bit of trouble, she loves to learn about them... to tell me why they are having a hard time, to talk out what might make their day better.

She loves all the animals, all the people, all the plants, books, trees, and THINGS!!! She just LOVES. IT. ALL.

Now trust me...

She is still a handful, and will without a doubt give me a helluva time when she is 15... she might hate everyone in her path in ten years... never leave her room and change her name to Elvira...

But for now, oh for now...

She is an independent, accepting, free spirited, pile of love for others....

And for that I am so, so very proud.


Eight Months.

Here we are... four months shy of  one year.

I have started planning what will probably be the very last first birthday party that I will ever throw for my children.

My guts hurt to even type that.

Why the Hell didn't I marry Jim Bob Duggar??

Give me all the babies... I want fifty more.

Boo gave us a scare this past month when he got very sick for a whole week with a bad virus that landed him in the ER.

He started his 8th month by cutting six teeth at once... only one has fully come through, leaving him with three full teeth, and eight little nubbins on their way in.

This past month brought sitting... which you know made my heart so happy because... hello... pictures!!

Now the nuggets can take pictures together in a little pile of love.

Let me tell you something about Boo.. he loves, loves, loves his siblings.

If he is fussing while I make dinner, I send one of the kids to stand next to his high chair and he is instantly happy.

Sitting brought the beauty of watching them all play together... be still my heart.

Also... he just decided that he is over being a baby... I mean, look at this kid he's all like, "Cheeese."

I know... he's like a toddler.


We are still exclusively nursing and I am loving the quick quiet two hours that we get together while Girlfriend is at school.

I make sure to snap pictures of all the little baby-ness that I know that I will miss as soon as we stop nursing. Like these little feet that stick out from under the blanket when we nap / nurse together.

I tell myself that unless he is sleeping I wont clean, or work, or do anything for anyone... I just look at my baby.

Being a third time around Mom means that I am smart enough to know that it doesn't matter what I look like in pictures with the kids, as long as there are pictures of me with the kids.

It is so freeing to not hide behind the camera and just instead say screw it... I'm all in... messy hair and all.

Boo started doing this raspy little dinosaur babble this month, which I just want to bottle and rub all over my face and ears.

I like to kind of pile fifty pillows around him and watch him just sit and smile. He just smiles all the damn time.

I have never IN MY LIFE known someone to smile as much as Boo... never ever.

He isn't super into food still, but I did give him chicken thighs last week (the perks of being the third baby) and if he could have said, "Hell Yeh,"I think he would have.

He was also a huge fan of taking a bath with both siblings...

Which happened once and only once because they were all so damn excited about it that I couldn't control all the chaos so..... that's on the back burner until bathing in life jackets becomes acceptable.

My very favorite part is that I am still his favorite.

He still makes a funny little noise and flails his little hands when I walk into the room... my little interpretive dancer, he has blessed us in so many ways.

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