I’ve always struggled with forgetfulness. Before you think Oh, you’re too young for that, hear me out. You can ask my parents, my husband, and my friends. Just don’t ask Remi because he might say “Helllpp!” since that’s one of his favorite things to say. I know my “bad memory” is annoying. It’s inconvenient and at times can put others in a bind. I try to be proactive about list making and filling out my calendar, but then I forget to look at these things. I’ve tried setting reminders on my phone, recurring alarms—just about everything! When I was younger I forgot to do my homework and clean my room. Now that I’m {trying} to be a responsible adult I forget essential things like putting gas in my car. In my defense, I’ve only run out of gas once when I was 16 years old. My gas gauge didn’t work and I knew I was getting “low” so I was on my way to the gas station. I found out just how far I could safely go on a tank of gas that day! It drives my husband crazy that I forget something as simple as this. He says “You’re the one that drives your car every day! I can’t remember for you every time you need gas.” He’s right. I do drive my car almost every day. I also tend to not look at how much gas is in my tank.

WHY do I do this? No idea.

God has been revealing some things to me, though. He’s been tugging on my heart and I’ve been wondering if my forgetfulness is truly “bad memory” or selfishness. Do I forget to do things because I know other people will do them for me or remind me to do them? That is certainly not my intentions, but like I quoted on Facebook the other day:

We tend to judge others by their behavior and ourselves by our intentions.
Albert F. Schlieder

So, although I don’t intend to forget to do things, it’s what I actually do that matters.

Maybe it’s my own sinful, selfish nature. Perhaps I’m too focused on my own thoughts. Could it be that I truly just have a bad memory? I don’t know. Today, I’m blaming it on muscle memory. Sunday lunch at J’s grandparent’s house is a tradition. We’ve gone to lunch more Sundays than not since we’ve been together. While Jarrett was heading to work earlier today, I loaded Remi up in the car and headed to lunch with the family. When I drive, I tend to pray, sing, think, and let the road take me where it will. Sounds real safe, right? I was wondering what we were having for lunch today {their home cooked meals are always awesome} when I glanced in the rearview mirror and noticed Remi had already fallen asleep. Of course, it was right as we were turning onto the road to the house. I drove a little ways until I remembered that lunch was not at the grandparent’s today. It was at J’s parents as he had just reminded me before I left. I began to get angry with myself. How hard is it to remember something as simple as where you’re driving to? Obviously it’s hard for me. Then, I started to laugh to myself. It was a little bit amusing. Lunch is always a “come when you can” type thing so I wasn’t worried about being late. In fact, as I corrected my direction, I drove a little bit slower. I wanted Remi to be able to squeeze every extra second out of that little nap. I just enjoyed a little bit of quiet time to myself before I reached my destination.

I don’t want to be that girl—the one no one can count on. Do I fail to remember things because they’re not important to me? Or maybe because I’m simply too “busy” at the time to just do whatever needs to be done? The truth is: I still don’t know the answer, but I’m praying about it. I’ve never forgotten to feed Remi or change his diapers, so don’t worry about that. It’s just the little things that I’m learning may not be so little to others. Does anyone else have any experience with this? I feel like I’m the only person that struggles in this area. Instead of feeling determined to remedy my problem, sometimes I just feel helpless.

Maybe I won’t forget to work on this. Pun intended.


Until next time,



P.S. Thanks to all of my awesome readers {mainly friends and family} that listen to my complaining & corny sense of humor. I love you all! :) As a reward, I’ll leave you with a sugary sweet picture of Remi napping in the car today.



yes, that’s a goldfish remnant on his shirt :)


Has it really only been a week since I posted? It seems like ages. I think this has been one of the most trying weeks I’ve had in a long time. It all started with Remington running a fever then the tell-tale eye boogers. Ugh, please don’t let it be pink eye. It was. The pediatrician went ahead and wrote us a script for an antibiotic in case Remi didn’t get well over the weekend. He didn’t. By the time I got the antibiotics on Saturday afternoon I couldn’t get Remi’s fever under control and I knew we would probably need to take him to the ER to get him checked out. 105.2 is a pretty high temperature, folks. I was so calm. Strangely calm. God definitely had his hand on me. Mom, Jarrett, Sisters, Dad…everyone was out of town. My step dad met me at the ER and we waited. Turns out that Remington had an ear infection and what looked like strep (although the test came back negative) along with his pink eye. Poor kiddo. Thankfully, the folks in the ER were great and we were able to come home by bedtime. I thought the worst was behind me. All I had left to do was administer meds, love on my baby, and enjoy a little down time. WRONG. Each time I gave Remington his medicine it was a battle. I totally agree with what the X-ray tech at the ER said: “He may be small, but this kid is stout!! I don’t think I’ve ever seen a baby this strong.” He IS strong. He had to prove his strength each time I tried to change his diaper. Any mommy knows antibiotics + not eating = tummy troubles.  Tummy troubles leads to lots of diaper changes and diaper rash. And a fight. EVERY time. I was physically so exhausted that my arms, shoulders, and back hurt by the time I would get in bed every night. Praise the Lord that Remi is feeling better now. Aside from a runny nose which I can totally deal with, he seems to not be in pain anymore. However, his behavior is off the charts. Crazy-acting, fit-throwing, biting-holes-in-pacifiers, momma-kicking tantrums. Where would I be without my husband? In the corner rocking back and forth, no doubt. It’s been bad, y’all. So in all of my poor-pitiful-me mess, I carried myself to Bible study today. It came time for prayer requests {SO thankful for sweet friends who pray me through the hard times} and I recounted my week to them. Then, the quietest lady in the group told us of what she has been going through with her foster and adopted children. I was humbled. Next, my sweet friend praised Jesus for the fact that her father-in-law will be able to receive chemo close to home. I was humbled. Once again, I had gotten so caught up in ME that I was blinded to how completely blessed I am. My God never forsakes me, even in my darkest hour. He loves me. That makes everything else seem trivial. If having a screaming kid is the worst thing I have to deal with this week–I can handle it. That’s all for now folks. I just wanted to get that out there. It’s my way of taking a deep breath and starting new. Speaking of newness, I just started a She Reads Truth reading plan on my YouVersion Bible app. I’m so excited to see what God reveals to me. Sometimes we all just need a fresh start.

Be blessed friends,


Valentine’s Day + baked oatmeal


Valentine’s Day. A day dedicated to flowers and chocolate and $5 greeting cards. I’m not sure what it is, but my whole attitude toward this holiday has been different this year. I remember totally looking forward to Valentine’s day when Jarrett and I were dating—even the first year of being married—expecting him to prove his love for me. Why should I expect him to love me more on one day out of the year than all the rest? What is all of the hype about? This year, I’m a little more  grounded in myself, my walk with Christ, and my relationship with my husband. I’ve learned to cherish the times we spend together—to enjoy when he’s home and not working out of town. I can’t place all of my joy in one holiday. It’s like a weight has been lifted. Neither one of us really stressed about getting the other person gifts this year. We didn’t feel like we had to compete with all of the extravagant surprises people posted pictures of on Facebook. Sure, those things are great, but unnecessary for me. I’d rather have a surprise on an ordinary day than on a specified holiday. But then again, I’m not your typical “send me flowers” kind of girl. Sure, they’re beautiful, but flowers die. I know I’m coming across as cynical and I’m not meaning to. The only way I can describe it is: no pressure. Jarrett always insists that I not spend money on him. This is the first year I didn’t feel guilty. I wrote him a sweet note. I felt good about it. He took care of Remington today so I could go to Target and buy some new workout clothes and an arm band for my iPhone AND he cooked dinner. That was a blessing to me. Maybe we’re just comfortable. Maybe we’re getting old! ;) Whatever it is, I like it. Oh, and that crazy little Valentine mantle up there? It’s a hodge-podge mess of things I already had and I love it!

Now on to the good stuff: baked oatmeal. I used to hate breakfast AND waking up, but now I can look forward to it when I know I have some of this waiting on me with my coffee. Can’t forget the coffee.

Baked Oatmeal

adapted from Chocolate Covered Katie’s original Banana Bread Baked Oatmeal

makes 4-6 servings

  • 2 cups oats
  • 2 very ripe mashed bananas
  • 3/4 cup milk
  • 4 Tablespoons coconut oil (melted)
  • 1/4 teaspoon Vanilla extract
  • 1/4 cup brown sugar
  • pinch of salt
  • a few shakes of cinnamon
  • optional: berries, sliced almonds, whatever add-ins you desire

Preheat oven to 350. Mix ingredients and pour into a sprayed 8×8 baking dish or individual ramekins. Bake 12-15 minutes if using ramekins, or increase baking time to 15-18 minutes if using 8×8 dish.

baked oatmeal

I opted for blueberries and strawberries with additional bananas on top. YUM!

This is one of my favorite things to eat for breakfast. Remington loves it! I love how easy it is and that there are so many different options. You never have to eat it the same way once. It also freezes well. Just line the dish with foil and when you’re done baking, let it cool and wrap it up. Couldn’t be simpler and tastes SO good.

Enjoy some time with your love!


Taquito Surprise: It’s what’s for dinner.

The year is 2010; the month is May. If I had to pick a day, I’d say it’s probably the 6th.  J and I are experiencing newlywed bliss in our cramped cozy cinder block house. Life is simple. Life is good. Jarrett comes home from work exhausted and sweaty, kicks off his boots, and collapses into the recliner. I’ve been waiting for this moment all day. My inner culinary genius has been brainstorming up something perfect for my man for dinner. I knew I wanted to combine all of his favorite foods for a unique and delicious meal. He would praise me for knowing exactly what he wanted. I would be in the Wifey Hall of Fame. This meal was going to be legendary. Clearly, I didn’t trust my own cooking because I made sure that I had already eaten dinner, but I digress. I saunter over to his recliner with a cold beer and a plate of hot food. Jarrett thanks me and accepts. I scurry back to the kitchen to finish the dishes and wait for the praises to echo through the room. They don’t. Instead, I hear a cautious “What is this called?” Crap. In all of my culinary brainstorming I had forgotten to think of a name. “Taquito Surprise,” I hear myself say. Taquito Surprise? Good save, Kelsey. I’m practically turning blue cleaning up the kitchen—holding my breath to hear his praise. “It’s good, babe,” he says. Good? I blew it. I’m a terrible wife. I just knew he was going to love it, but I was wrong. He’s probably wondering why he even married me! OK, maybe I am a bit dramatic.

What exactly is in Taquito Surprise, you might ask? Well, I don’t really remember. Maybe that’s part of the surprise element. I know it consisted of the obvious: taquitos from a box, along with some scrambled eggs, hot sauce, onions, cheese, jalapenos, etc. I have no idea what else I put in there. I’m not real sure why it seemed like a good idea at the time. Maybe, because I didn’t know how to cook anything else. I could subsist solely on cereal for the rest of my days and be just fine. This wife stuff was going to take some serious getting used to. Jarrett could tell I was crushed and immediately began to tell me how good dinner was. I didn’t believe him, but I held my head high and said “I’m glad you like it!” To this day he still talks about Taquito Surprise. He still tells me he liked it. I know he’s lying, but if he really is telling the truth, then maybe I’ll make it for our anniversary dinner this year! :)

The point is: I’m glad those days are behind me. Thankfully, I’ve learned how to cook a decent meal. I’ve gotten over my fear of deboning a chicken. Don’t get me wrong, I still hate touching any kind of food with bones in it, but I can get it done. I never really learned to cook until I had to because I came from a family of wonderful cooks. They made the food and I greedily ate. I didn’t hang around in the kitchen to see how it was done. Now, I actually enjoy cooking and baking. Sometimes, it’s discouraging just to head to the grocery store because REAL food can be so dang expensive; however, I get such a sense of pride when I can give my family great fuel for their bodies. I feel accomplished when I pack a good lunch for Remi to take to Mother’s Day Out or make a healthy dinner. I’ve realized the payoff is so much greater than taking the “easy” way out. Overly processed foods and junk just end up making you feel yucky! We still buy some things out of convenience, but for the most part we’re learning to cook and eat better food. This, along with our c25k adventure should yield some exciting results. I can’t wait!

workout wednesday: glutes

I’ve always been a dancer. As a kid, I was much more concerned about pirouettes than P.E. Let me rephrase: I hated P.E. with a passion. Like faking having asthma so I wouldn’t have to run the dreaded “mile” outside. How redneck is it to make a bunch of elementary school kids run through an empty field to an old soccer goal and back and tell them it was a mile? Regardless of how far it really was, I always had a stitch in my side before I made it halfway there. You would think being one of the last kids to finish would prompt me to try a little harder, but it didn’t. I hated everything about P.E. except for the huge parachute we got to play with. That was pretty awesome. Thinking back now, I can credit dance for they fact that I was never overweight as a teenager. I wasn’t “in shape,” but I guess I did just enough to stay in the same size clothes. I never stopped to think that when I stopped dancing {got married & had a kid} that I’d gain weight and lose muscle tone.  I’ve been told one of my best features was my butt. For some reason it came as a shock that after having Remi I had no butt. WEIRD, right? I mean, I wasn’t working out or anything! I. Was. Clueless. So in honor of my former “good” butt, I’ve been working on my glutes. I must be doing something right because they are SORE today. This butt conversation is getting a little awkward so I’m just going to show you one of the exercises I’ve been doing.workout

Start out in this position with your hands and feet on the ground and the stability ball underneath you. You’ll need a smaller exercise ball than the one I’m using here, that way you’ll be able to raise your feet up a bit higher than the rest of your body.


Check out that awesome action shot! Like I said, smaller stability ball yields better results because it will be able to keep your knees bent, etc. Try not to fling your legs up, but rather, raise them up in a controlled motion. If you don’t feel it in your glutes, you’re not doing it right! However, I’m not a professional, so feel free to disregard my workout/fitness advice!

When Remington got home from Mother’s Day Out yesterday he immediately noticed the stability ball in the living room and was a little freaked. He kept saying “Ball, Momma!” but would not get close to it. I’m telling on myself with that one because I obviously haven’t been using it enough.

On a different note, I can’t wait for dinner tonight! All of Gina’s skinny recipes that I’ve tried have been wonderful, but I have to say the Crockpot Chicken Enchilada Soup is one of my absolute favorites! The smell is killing me! I just want to eat a bowl now, but I will have self control and wait until my husband gets home. Maybe. crockpot

Don’t you love my old school hand-crank can opener? I refuse to buy one of the electric can openers because I cannot figure them out for the life of me! My mom has had and electric one for like…forever and every time she asked me to open a can I had to bust out the manual one. I’ve tried all kinds! I don’t know why I can never use the electric ones!

What are you having for dinner?

Until next time,


horizontal running

I have so many random incomplete thoughts that I’m going to share with you. I thought it would be a little much to post more than once today and although these topics have nothing to do with each other: here we go! If you couldn’t already tell from reading my previous posts, you’ll soon learn that I’m all over the place!

First, so I don’t forget: if you’re a guacamole lover like me, there are 100 calorie packs now. Perfect for spreading on a sandwich, adding to a salad, eating with a spoon, whatever you decide. Once the guacamole/avocado turns brown there’s no way I’m eating it. This solves that issue because you’ll definitely finish it {and maybe want seconds} so, go buy some. You’ll be glad you did.guac

Just don’t be like me and buy this thinking it’s sparkling water. It’s not. I have no clue why I thought that. I do like the fact that there’s a protective covering on top of the can. Somehow I just feel like there’s less germs on it. Whatever.  limonata

I have a problem. I’m in a decorating dilemma with my living room. I know what I like. I have a vision; but I want to see something similar in a picture. I just need to know that the overall color scheme, arrangement, etc. is going to look cohesive before I start any projects. Every dang “style quiz” I take says my style is traditional. If you know me, you know this is heartbreaking! {ha! only kidding..sort of} That’s just not me. Maybe my problem is actually taking the quiz. They usually say “don’t think, just pick the image that first catches your eye.” I’m already breaking out into a sweat when I read those words because I hate to be put on the spot! I can usually identify with all of the images and can picture them in my home. How do I choose just one? I’ve got commitment issues people—I know! I just want to create a home that is pretty, inviting, comfortable for my boys and I, and unique like my taste—too much to ask? Obviously. I truly do enjoy painting, DIY-ing, decorating and all that comes with it. I’m definitely not looking to hire someone–I just need help creating my perfect room. With that being said, if any of you awesome readers have a solution for me, please comment below!

Now, if you’re needing a good laugh, today’s your lucky day. Jarrett and I started the c25k plan yesterday. Let me make this loud and clear: I don’t know what we were thinking. In all seriousness, I know we will be glad that we’re challenging ourselves with this; but until we start seeing results it’s going to be hard to stay motivated. I guess you could say we had a “come to Jesus” about losing weight. Jarrett got home from work about 3 a.m. yesterday morning and still managed to drag himself out of bed when Remi woke up. I don’t know how that man does it, but I’m glad he does. While Remi was eating breakfast and watching his morning cartoons we started talking about weight loss. We both have goals that we’d like to meet and both hate exercise. Clearly, we were needing to figure something out. I knew that running was something that many people started out hating and had grown to love—not to mention the fact that it melts off those extra lbs. Therefore, I was willing to try it. We decided that we would start the c25k plan when Remington woke up from his afternoon nap. Yes, we were still delegating about it all morning until after we put him down for a nap. Remember said commitment issues from earlier? Yeah. Good thing Jarrett was here to motivate me or I would have found some excuse when R woke up. Instead, we put on our running shoes, grabbed some water bottles & strapped Remi into the stroller. The first five minutes were no big deal and then came the dreaded words {from the c25k app} “start running.” I think Remi said it best with one of his famous “uh-oh!” exclamations. Seriously, every time we started jogging Remi would say “uh-oh” and then start giggling. I hope he doesn’t always remember us as being this out of shape! He really was a great motivator, though. He would fling his arms up in the air like he was on a rollercoaster and squeal “woohooo!” He also kept saying “Momma? Momma? Daddy?” I guess he wanted to make sure we weren’t about to pass out and leave the stroller rolling down the hill. Who knows with that kid!

Mid-workout, our conversations went a little something like this:

Remi: uh-oh
Me: My butt is jiggling so hard it hurts.
Jarrett: I feel like my ankle is about to snap in half.
Me: No, rib is about to poke through my skin.
Remi: woohooo!
Jarrett: We’re only halfway through?

You get the picture. We’re real go-getters. At first, I wasn’t going to post about trying to lose weight. You know me—never wanting to be held accountable for anything. I think I’m starting to see a pattern. Obviously I need to start holding myself accountable. Baby steps. I’m just glad I can get a little inspiration from these awesome ladies: Mama Laughlin and Skinny Meg.

Last night {after the torturous workout} Jarrett and I had a date night. Alone time together is always much needed and appreciated. Shout-out to Poppa for getting the monster to bed by himself last night! We went to Jarrett’s fav, Texas Roadhouse and had some great conversation. Jarrett says he can always tell when I have been alone with Remi too long because I talk nonstop. I disagree. ;) Then, being the old married couple that we are, we went to Lowes. Obviously picking out light fixtures and pricing spray paint is what all the cool kids are doing these days. By the way, Oil Rubbed Bronze spray paint is much cheaper at Walmart. You’re welcome. Jarrett kept saying he wanted to take me dancing {that’s two-stepping for all of you non-Texans} but there is nowhere around here that won’t leave you smelling like an ashtray. So, in a totally un-Jarrett act of romance, he danced me down the aisle at Lowes. {this was after he told me he was taking me on a date to Dairy Queen} He’s a keeper. Then, we came home and I watched Pitch Perfect for the first time while Jarrett snored loudly. Fat Amy and her horizontal running are my favorite. Maybe because we both hate cardio.

That’s all for now folks. Going to get my worship on bright and early tomorrow morning!

Until next time,