26 November 2014


·        My Relationship with Christ | I am eternally grateful for my relationship with my Heavenly Father and am so thankful for the unconditional love and grace He shows me daily.

·        My Michael | I am so blessed and thankful to have this man in my life who takes care of our family, keeps me laughing and inspires me to be the best I can be.

·        My Daughter | Madeline, you will never know the many, many ways in which you saved me and gave my life a whole new, beautiful purpose and meaning. It is my responsibility to raise you but really, you have taught me so many things about myself, life and love. You are healthy, intelligent and kind and for this, I praise God and give thanks. I love you so much, my sweet Chickie.

·        My Family | We laugh, we cry, we argue and we just downright act a fool but when it’s all said and done, I know that there is always unconditional love and commitment and I’m so proud to call each of you mine.

·        My Parents | I never fully knew and understood the entire spectrum of emotions and feelings a parent possesses until I became one myself and well, WOW. I don’t think I always understood my parents’ purpose growing up but now? Now, I get it, and I’m eternally grateful and thankful for your unwavering love and devotion to your family. Thank you.

·        My Humor & Positive Outlook – I mean, because life y’all. #thestruggleisreal

·        My Failures & Shortcomings | Thank you disappointments and life lessons. You’ve taught me how to grow as a partner, a mother and as a conscientious human being but more importantly, you haven’t and will never break me. Thank you for showing me I’m stronger and more courageous than I ever imagined possible.

·        For the Food in my Belly, The Roof Over my Head & The Clothes on my Back | These things seem so obvious but there are millions without one or all of them and it could easily be me. I’m so thankful for the simple things of life.

·        Last but Certainly Not Least…YOU Friends! | When I started blogging, I could never have imagined the friendships and associations I would make. Each of you bring something unique and wonderful to the table and I’m honored to know each of you. You have all contributed something in your own way to help make my life fun and amazing and for that, I’m thankful and feel so blessed.

May each of you have a very Happy Thanksgiving and my best wishes to you and your families for a beautiful holiday season!

25 November 2014

Learning Italian In the Bathtub

Friends, let’s be honest.

The Internet is no fun today.

Unless you’re living under a rock then you’re well aware of what’s going on in our country today {Ahem, in a little state named Missouri}. I’m not going to get into it on my blog except to say that I think we could all use a little laugh and friends, you're in luck because I’ve got just the giggle for you!

If you caught my IG video post last week, then you saw my little Chickie attempting to say the word “Parmesan.” It was so stinking cute!! For days I just had her on repeat like a broken record: “Parmesan! Parmesan! Parmesan!” Well, one night last week, Michael and I decided to throw a few more Italian words her way to see what would happen and the results were HY.STER.ICAL.

Who needs Rosetta Stone? Join in on Chickie’s Italian lesson and get a good laugh while you’re at it!


What have your kiddos done lately to remind you to laugh?


21 November 2014

5 Little Stories Behind Who I Am & Our Family

Happy Friday, friends! As I write this, I’m sitting happily at my desk with a little Christmas music playing {Yes, still. Truthfully, it has been on all week} and a hot cup of coffee is slowing making its way through my system. Life is good. 

For today’s 5 on Friday, I thought it would be fun to talk about a few little tid-bits about me and our life that you may not know {Or maybe it’s just a boring as shit idea. Who knows?!} Either way, here we go!

Maddy’s nickname “Chickie” – I get asked this every so often. It’s a cute story, really. 

When Maddy was a newborn, she would sleep with her tiny legs tucked up underneath her like this…

Michael and I would always say that she looked just like one of those little roasted chickens you can buy at the deli. {I know, sweet huh?} So whenever Michael would pick her up or talk to her or do things with her, he would say things like, “Ok little chicken, let’s check your diaper” or “What’s going on chicken?” Over time it kind of took on a life of its own as it morphed into what we have today – Chickie.

How I told Michael I was preggers – Very simply, with this…

We had only been dating for about a month or so when I found out I was pregnant. Having a baby was the FURTHEST thing from my mind. Michael and I had already talked about kids and both of us wanted one but we both always assumed it would happen wayyyy later down the road.


And suffice it to say, the pill isn’t always your friend but I’ll just leave it at that.

I was pretty nervous and overwhelmed with the thought of telling Michael I was pregnant. Not because I thought he would be upset or anything like that but because it was all just so soon and so much to take in. A complete shock and surprise. 

Once the initial shock wore off and I picked myself up off the floor {But really – I sat on the toilet for like, an hour after reading the test just starring off into space. I probably drooled on myself a little. I’m not even joking} I decided I was going to enjoy the moment and have a little fun with it. That’s always been my way – find the humor in all situations. I headed off to Hobby Lobby to get some ideas on a cute craft or something to help with popping the news. 

I wasn’t really finding anything that struck my fancy and was about to leave when I found the baby crafting isle and the little tea pot timer. Michael has a culinary degree so I thought, “What chef doesn’t need a timer in the kitchen?” plus, it was so super cute that I couldn’t resist. I bought it, a gift bag, and some tissue paper and off I went. 

That night when I saw Michael, I handed him the gift bag and the rest is history.

How Michael and I met –
this is a pretty funny story but it’s kind of a long one so I’ll simply direct you here to read it.

How I became a Patterson
– It’s not something I talk about often. As a matter of fact, I don’t think I’ve ever come close to discussing this fact about myself here on the blog but considering that November is National Adoption Month, I thought now a good time to talk about it and who knows. Maybe one day I’ll talk a little more about this as I get comfortable with the idea. 

Very simply, my birth father passed away a couple of months before I was born. A few years later, my mother met my father. When they met, it would have been very easy for my dad to choose not to date my mother because she had a child but he didn’t. As it turned out, he fell in love with the both of us and from that love, he took me in as one of his own when they decided to marry. He adopted me and gave me his name and from that day forward, I’ve been a Patterson. There are many love stories in the world today but I’m fully convinced that there is no greater love story than that of a parent{s} who chooses to love a child that biologically isn’t theirs. 

I was very young when this happened. Maybe around Maddy’s age now or a little older? At any rate, I didn’t find out until I was in high school that my dad adopted me. When I found out, I was surprised but honestly, it didn’t really even matter to me. I had been raised to know that he was dad and at the end of the day, he was. He kissed all the boo-boos. He attended all the dance recitals, pageants and soccer games. He went to all the parent/teacher conferences and sat through more agonizing nights of math homework than I can count. He took care of me when I was sick, taught me a few things in the kitchen and taught me how to ride a bike. 

He has always been my dad and in return, I’ve been the luckiest girl alive.  

My parents never raised us in a “step” home. My sisters were my sisters, never “step sisters.” Dad was always dad, not “step dad” and for this, to my parents, I am eternally grateful. We were a family. We are a family. Blood never determined who we were as a family or our relationships to each other. This is the loving power of adoption. Thank you daddy for always being mine. You are the most amazing man in my life and a true testament to unconditional love.

For a little humorous take on myself, you can check out this post {And yes, I love to suck on crab legs}.

I hope each of you have had a great week and are planning an even better weekend. Take care, and I’ll see you next week!

19 November 2014

Hump Day Mommy Confessions

It bothers me {a lot} to hear straight people say that gay and lesbian couples shouldn’t be able to adopt kids because “being raised by gays and lesbians will mess them up.” As if straight parents have cornered the market on raising perfect little angels. Most of the “challenging kids I don’t like” that I know come from the most uber-conservative straight couples around. You do the math.

Unless something needs to be bleached, I usually don’t sort the laundry 99.9% of the time. I used to, but now-a-days? Fuggedaboutit. {Mom, if you’re reading this, please take your nitroglycerin before you have a heart attack}

I absolutely detest multi-level marketing. Trust me when I say that I’m not the one to come to when you have some Mary Kay, It Works, Pampered Chef, Shakeology, Scentsy, Stella and Dot crap to get rid of. And if I’m being even more honest, I don’t know how I’m going to handle having to do fundraisers for Chickie’s schools when she gets to that point. I mean, can I just go ahead and put a bullet in my head now? I think back to all the years that my parents had to do that crap FOR 3 GIRLS and I just don’t know how they did it. Begging friends and family to buy crap they don’t want or need? UGH.

I don’t like my hands or feet to dangle off the side of the bed because I’m always afraid that something or someone will reach up and grab me. Hello, I’m 38.

When I put on mascara, my tongue sticks out a tiny bit from the corner of my mouth.

I usually never wash my face before bedtime.

Because Chickie usually never sleeps through the night, when she does, I wake up with an irrational fear that something is horribly wrong.

We are one and done where kids are concerned and take steps to not get preggers but because I’m so paranoid about getting pregnant, I take a pregnancy test every month. Even if Aunt Flo shows up. Have you guys not seen that show ‘I Didn’t Know I Was Pregnant’? Shit is real, y’all.

I know a hotly debated topic right now is health care and the affordability/availability of it but really, when can we focus talks on the affordability of food and its costs being through the fucking roof?! Our trip to the grocery store this weekend cost $140 and it seems that our fridge is still bare. This really irritates me to no end. It’s almost getting too expensive to just freaking eat let alone trying to afford the healthier, organic options. Seriously, we live in one of the most plentiful nations on the planet where food is concerned. This shouldn’t be a problem.

I’ve witnessed other kids being mean to my child and in each instance, it has taken everything I have to not beat the crap out of them. It takes even more will power when those kid’s parents are there and do nothing about it.

So fess up, fellow moms! What do you have to confess this week?