Convo 1
Me: I don’t want Daddy to go to work.
Remi: Me either. Let’s hug each other.

Convo 2
Remi: Well, sometimes accidents happen. But sometimes accidents go away. And sometimes spankings happen. But they go away when I scratch them.

Convo 3
Remi: Do you love me when I’m big?
Me: I love you when you’re little and when you’re big.
Remi: (giggles)
Me: I love you EVEN when you teetee in your underwear.
Remi: NO!! You don’t love me! You spank me! And that’s how it works!!

Convo 4
Me: I brought you something.
Remi: That will chill my fuss out?

Convo 5
Remi: Do girls got booties, Momma?
Me: Yes.
Remi: Ugh! That’s weird!

easy, breezy summer style

Here in Texas we’ve been hitting 90 degrees before noon. I always try to dress for comfort–especially in the sweltering heat. In fact, I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t in a t-shirt and shorts 85% of the time, but there are also times that I want to look a little more put-together. I love dresses because they’re so easy. I’m never too great at putting separates together, but a dress requires no extra thought. Give yourself a cute little side braid, toss on a fedora and some stylish earrings and you’re good to go. No one has to know that you only spent 5 minutes getting ready!

easy, breezy summer style



ย Whitney Port image source

a reminder to live



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This boy loves his Poppa and riding through the pastures in Daddy’s truck.

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He loves making wishes.

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And picnics with his Jon Jon and SuSu.

PicMonkey Collage

He loves sitting on the counter and prolonging bedtime.

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And hanging out in the shop. (pre-haircut!)

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And hanging on Mommy’s legs.



He just loves life.

This boy of mine reminds me to live–to see things for more than they are. The way his eyes light up at the simplest things reminds me to slow down. All too often I’m reminded that tomorrow is not promised to us. We can make great big plans for the future but, friends, we’ve got to relish today. We’ve got to live more abundantly. Don’t let the enemy creep in and tell you that you’ll have more, do more, be happier down the road. Cling to the truth that He has lavished His grace upon us. Now is the time to allow yourself to really live! Start today.



favorite foundation brushes

I’ve always loved going through my friend’s makeup bags (still do) and thought it would be fun to share some of my favorite tools and products for personal and client use. Here is a round-up of my must-have foundation brushes for applying cream and liquid foundations. These are tried and true, gotta-have-them brushes for me. I’d love to know–what are your favorite foundation brushes? Comment below if I’m missing out on something fabulous!

Favorite Foundation Brushes



Convo 1
(Doing laundry)
Remi: Can I help?
Me: Sure! (hands him jacket) Here, can you put this in the dryer for me?
Remi: (grabs jacket) Well, what do we have here?!

Convo 2
(Scrolling through tv channels)
Remi: I wanna watch that!
Me: Ok but I think it’s almost over.
Remi: It’s Handy Dandy!
Me: Handy Manny?
Remi: Yeah! It’s Handy Dandy!

Convo 3
(Driving to my parent’s house to check on things while they were out of town)
Remi: You’re right! We are at SuSu’s house!
Me: I told you we have to feed her dogs.
Remi: Is SuSu here?
Me: No baby.
Remi: Is she at the beach?
Me: Yes, that’s right.
Remi: Does she have a house there?
Me: Sort of.
Remi: (brokenhearted) Aw. Does she not like this house?!

Convo 4
Me: How’s your juice?
Remi: Not good.
Me: Not good?!
Remi: It’s spicy for you but it’s good for me.


cutting corners

All too often I rush the bedtime routine. I find myself cutting corners, reading one less Golden book, trying to convince my three year old that we aren’t going to rock in the rocking chair tonight even though we are “supposed to”, thinking about 50 other things I need to get done before bedtime, etc. Sometimes I’m at my wits end because the day has left me utterly exhausted and I just need some time to myself. Other times, on the rare occasion that my husband is home at bedtime, I’m trying to get my little one to bed to have some couple time before mommy and daddy both fall asleep.

But tonight, I listened to Remi when he told me he wanted me to rock him. I held his little feverish body tight and I prayed out loud for healing over him. Seeing my son sick or hurting always breaks my heart. In the stillness of the moment I held him tight and stroked his hair. I whispered over and over again how much I loved him. He quietly listened and snuggled in. I began to think about all the things that I really haven’t allowed myself to think about. You know–like when someone hurts you, or a circumstance brings you to your knees and you just can’t understand. I feel like I’ve been hit with a couple of those lately. They’re bearable because I don’t allow myself to think of them. But if I’m being honest with myself, and with you, when everything is still and quiet, I’m reminded just how much it stings. In a way, I’m grateful that Remi didn’t feel well tonight and asked me to rock him. It reminded me to hold him a little tighter–life is SO incredibly precious.

Life also hurts. It knocks you down. It whispers in your ear that you’ve failed yet again. It breaks your heart and tells you that you’ll never heal. These are lies straight from the enemy–the devil himself.

In the dark, still corner of a messy toddler bedroom, we rocked and I had a talk with Jesus. I allowed Him to chisel at my hardened heart–my greatest defense against feeling something. I couldn’t think of a better parallel: a mother holding her son and a Father holding His daughter. God hates to see his children hurting just as I hate to see my own child hurting. We nurture our children, comfort them, wipe their tears. How many times has God patiently waited on me to turn to Him so he could do the same for me? Why do I find it so hard to surrender whatever semblance of control I think I have and just lean on Him? I can’t do it on my own. I’ve tried a thousand times before yet He continually extends grace. When I try to take the reigns and cut corners with Christ, I end up hurting myself and hurting God. It’s a lose-lose situation. My only option in this earthly life is to fully rest in Him.


You are my hiding place and my shield; I hope in your word.
Psalm 119:114



oh, toodles! remi’s third birthday

It happened. Remington turned three despite my best efforts to keep him from growing up! ;) So, of course, we had to celebrate Mickey-style with a fun little shindig at my parent’s house. I wish I had the time to take more pictures, but thankfully my sister got some for me! Remi snoozed through the beginning of his party and I actually had to wake him up! I think we had been talking about his party for so long that he didn’t believe me when I told him it was his party day! Click on a picture and scroll through the slideshow if you want to see larger images. I hope you enjoy Remington’s Clubhouse!