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My three C’s are truly my vices. Caffeine and Cigarettes get me through my children. When all else fails my Children will always get me through the day. I just turn and look at three beautiful, smiling faces and all is right in my world.

A little background, three beautiful kids, Brodie our oldest daughter she’ll be 8 this year. Dayton well he’s our boy, he’ll be five coming up soon, and Tristan our baby girl, will turn 3 in May. I met my husband Brent when I was 16 and from there we become who we are today.

Brent works in the AK. (Alaska) doing what he does. Can I tell you exacts? Not really. He comes home normally after working a 4-6 week hitch for about 2 weeks. Sometimes more and sometimes less. He usually tells me all about work and can even go into details. I have to admit I try to keep up, but my mind usually wanders to what needs to be cleaned or done around the house. He’s now taken habit to singing “I’m just a ghost in this house”, as he thinks I never listen. With that being said he sings at every chance he gets. Our family doesn’t talk to each other we sing and sometimes yell. Brent has a knack for taking every song he’s ever heard, and some he hasn’t, and turning them into his own personal show tune. For example: Baby’s Got Her Blue Jeans On (he easily turns Baby into my name, Brittany, if I’m wearing jeans that day) Pretty catchy right?!? Nonetheless he’s my jokester. He is a morning person and he’s naturally upbeat. I use caffeine to make me upbeat to just keep up with him. He is spontaneously romantic, dancing and singing to me in the kitchen while I look a hot mess, but capturing my heart with his attention. A good package deal I must admit.

Brodie our oldest daughter is a drama queen!

Yes, that describes Brodie. Nothing short of !!! explains everything she goes through. She’s beautiful, intelligent, inspiring. She’s very strong minded and independent. But one wrong turn in her life and it’s !!!. Oh yes and she will always be Daddy’s Girl.

Dayton is my little man. He’s a very calm cool collected kid. Well until something upsets the balance in his life. He likes routine. And I really can’t say I blame him there. He takes good care of me while Daddy is away and is into everything boy imaginable. Having a son sure does put men into a new perspective for me. Though sometimes I sit there baffled and wonder what in the heck he is doing. He spends a lot of his days fighting off pirates, monsters, bad guys or racing someone.

In one day he could be all those people. That part of the “male psyche” I’m still trying to understand.

Then there is Tristan. She is our little princess. She doesn’t like to be dirty, and is never properly dressed. She tells everyone who is inappropriate with their clothing “Like a lady”. She loves her shoes and has beautiful curls in her hair. She has a temper that is out of this world and adores her older brother and sister.

Me, well I’m a mom. I’m young, semi energetic and have wonderfully crazy days. I try to stay as girly as possible when I can. I cook, I clean, I wash, I drive. I do it all. My husband spoils me and I love it. My kids adore me and think I am the answer to the universe. Now don’t get me wrong, there is days I’ve tried to find the nearest escape route, only to drag myself back in for me and remind myself of the bigger picture. I found vices and I found hobbies. My escape from the mess only for a little bit.

But that’s us. In a nutshell. We have our moments of imperfection but we keep on with the keep on. We are blessed and we enjoy everything that our hearts can possibly handle.

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About Brittany

Brittany is an avid lover of music, history and writing. She considers blogging a platform of writing and has done so now for two years. She has three kids, a husband, two dogs and bad credit.

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