12/30/14

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!

12/5/14

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??

12/4/14

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."


12/2/14

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?

DO YOU KNOW WHAT THEY 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.









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