Treyson's 4th birthday

So, I'm not one of those moms who LOOOOVES throwing bday parties. They're stressful, can get expensive, and most of the time, my kids are JUST as happy with a bday cake and special dinner. However, this year, Treyson began to understand the concept of Birthday parties thanks to a dumb tv show. When he asked to have a pirate party, I COULDNT say no! Cue night before prep and dollar bin at Target. We had a family party and a friend themed party. He was so excited to walk the plank, go ona  treasure hunt and make hooks.

Sometimes, I get so busy keeping the twins alive, I forget how much this kid changed my world. I've been weighted down by the magnitude of my calling as his mother. Am I doing it right? Am I doing enough? Is he going to be scarred for life? I love him so. I love how forgiving and understanding he is. I love that he sleep walks into my room every morning DEMANDING chocolate milk before his eyes are all the way open. He's the best brother. The sweetest son. His stubborness will enable him to be a leader and I'm even grateful for that.

Special thanks to my sweet mom for going above and beyond and my amazing girlfriend Amber for rescuing me when 6 4 year olds didn't seem like THAT big of a deal.... and to our sweet family who bought Treyson swords, bow and arrows and other weapons to use on his sister daily. Most of them are now on top the fridge in forbidden zone ;)

Remember Christmas?

I have finally figured out how to make holidays everything I've dreamed of.

LOWER MY EXPECTATIONS.

 

Seriously though, this year, I had no expectations. I didn't set up the "perfect" Christmas scene. It just happened. Naturally. 

 Oakley kept chucking our baby Jesus (nativity scene) across the house, and once I found Him in the toilet.

We're going to have to work on that. 

 

Revival

I am going to revive the blog. I am. I really am. I see so many personal blogs dying out. WHY? For me, it was priorities. It took me awhile to find my groove. I've always been a crazy busy lady, and when I moved to the Boonies, I found myself wasting time and not using my resources effectively. The transition from working 40 hours a week, being a  full time student, doing research, yadda yadda to wife with no real career, babymaker, mom, housekeeper was tough for me. It's taking me awhile to really feel useful. Feel smart. Feel myself while fufilling my new roles. Maybe it's just me. Maybe it's other young moms.

I, nor you, can't do it all. You have to differentiate the better from the best. I'm learning that schedules make me tick. From 6 am- 6:45, I do cardio. From 6:45-7:10, I study my scriptures. from 7:10-7:15 I take the quickest shower known to man. Schedules down the second make me tick. For now.

I'm getting better at my priorities. My blogging is my journal. That's what I will look at it as. I don't want my children to think I didn't want to remember these precious days. Plus, I type faster than I write so in reality, it's saving me time.

So the Roche family is reintroduced with a lot less inhibitions and worries.

 I'm okay with our life. I'm not afraid of comparisons. We don't wear all J. Crew (though, we'd look better if we did). My kids don't speak 3 languages. We live on a ranchy type thing with cows. My husband is hot, but usually covered in cow shiz. Sometimes we get along like best friends. Sometimes we have to lock ourselves in seperate rooms. My best meals usually involve a crock pot. My kids repeat naughty words they learn, but they also say some amazing prayers. We love our Savior, Jesus Christ. We love to laugh.  We're just normal.

Things are changing constantly in this house. The latest change? A 4 year old.

Those of you who followed this blog from it's origination have seen Treyson from birth. The kid is my lifeline. 3 was a challenging year for us; but, it's already looking up. He's changing. Testing limits. Becoming a boy. He's stubborn. Just like his parents. (Are personalities genetic??) He's passionate like his mama. He's ALL boy. He'd rather be in a truck/tractor with his dad or with grandpa at the sale than anywhere else. He's uncomfortable with emotion and makes jokes out of everything (uh....TREVOR!?). EVERYTHING is funny to him - including the fact he STILL gets into bed with his parents EVERY night at 4am.

We like him, sort of a LOT. We can't wait to see the man he becomes, but we'll enjoy every minute of little we get.