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.