Sunday Morning Scramble

The last few years we have lived in a place where there was not necessarily a “Church,” like what we think of in the good ol’ South.

There was no building or gathering of believers on Sunday morning. Actually, there was nothing that necessitated getting your family ready and out the door. We still gathered with other believers, but it was in our homes and it was super low key. Not to mention a typical work week where we lived runs Sunday to Thursday. That means we would generally gather together with other believers on a Friday- which was the day of worship in our little corner of the world.

If that’s not enough, ya’ll know I’m a homeschool mom and we aren’t typically known for our ability to get several little people fed, dressed and out the door to a given location before mid-morning.

I’m guessing the combination of the aforementioned facts has resulted in me being off my game when it comes to the “Sunday Morning Scramble.”

No matter how hard I try or how much effort I put into it, I can’t seem to get all 7 of us to worship with our Church on time. And on the off chance we do manage to sit down in our seats before the service begins I’m completely unprepared.

If you see me wearing a full face of makeup it was applied in the car on the way to worship, meaning my mascara is “less than ideal” and my brows are quite possibly kattywampus. 


I have no snacks for the 2 year old so he is crawling on my head and digging in my purse in the hopes of finding a piece of gum or a lonely lollipop.IMG_5656

I have failed to pack crayons or paper for the five year old so he is losing interest by the minute and working diligently to draw tattoos on his forearm with a random pen he found in the back of the pew.


And when I’m really wanting to showcase my finest moments I look down and see that one or more of my kids have somehow made it into the service without shoes. True story.


So the next time you see this disheveled Mama strolling into the Sunday morning worship service with a passel full of kids in tow, please don’t judge. In fact, a heart felt fist pump may be exactly what I need at the moment as we slowly but surely are getting into our Sunday morning rhythm here in the good ol’ South.

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Meet Snatch

On a scale of 1 to 10 I fall somewhere between a -2 and -3 in regards to how much I like dogs. I know some of you just unsubscribed from the blog because of that little known fact but stay with me here. I’m about to redeem my self.

When our oldest son was two years old we spent our life savings on a six week old, AKC registered Chocolate Lab named “Bauer.” He was absolutely beautiful and completely horrible all at the same time. We are pretty sure he was unleashed from the pits of….

Needless to say, Bauer put a bad taste in my mouth for dogs and it’s been a long, hard road to overcome the distaste.

For several years I’ve tried to appease our boys by letting them have several different fish, a sweet little turtle- we even allowed for a couple of baby ducks.


And, my goodness, who will ever forget the fluorescent chickens.

Despite my efforts to curb their desire for a dog they kept asking, and asking, and asking. For the last 3 1/2 years our easy out has been that we were living in a non-dog friendly environment in the M.E. However, now that we are back for some time, that excuse no longer stood the test.

It’s a long, crazy story that involves a lake house, a huge pit bull, the Talledega Country animal shelter and a grumpy old man… but, at the end of the day, we got us a dog!

Quick recap.

Early one Saturday morning- Stray dog is hanging around my parents lake house and my mom notices him. She immediately liked him and tried to convince us we needed to take him home. I said, “NO!”

Saturday Mid-morning- My Mom takes *said* dog in and gives him a bath so he doesn’t stink like a pile of rotten garbage. He comes out crisp, clean and dropping some serious puppy eyes on me. I say, “Maybe.” Husband says, “Absolutely not.”

Noonish on the same Saturday- I decide I want the dog to come home with us and I need to convince the Husband, so I decide to give him a pretty legit CrossFit name- “Snatch”

Mid-afternoon- Kids are crying because they want the dog so badly. I’m giving Husband the full on pitch of why this is the coolest dog ever.

Early evening- Dog hops in our car and officially becomes part of the Fam.

The rest is history.

In a matter of hours we went from being completely anti-dog to head over heels smitten with an adorable little 8 lb. Jack-Chi named “Snatch.”


And he’s going to kill me for posting this but I’m not the only one that is starry eyed over our little fur baby.







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Shrinking the Distance: Voxer

I purposely saved this post for last because it’s quite possibly the most wonderful app of all time. Okay, maybe that’s a little dramatic but you get the point. It’s really great.

If you don’t have the Voxer app on your phone already, stop reading this and download it now.

UnknownVoxer is a walkie talkie app for your smart phone. Swoon. I know, right?

It allows you to communicate with anyone who has the Voxer app anywhere in the world for free but the fun doesn’t stop there. Of course you can send text messages, videos and pictures but Voxer also allows you to hear live voices in walkie talkie style. You have the option of listening live at the exact moment someone is leaving you a vox or you can choose to listen when it’s convienent for you, which is great if you have a big time difference to consider. It also has a “tap to talk” option that makes it easier to use and military grade encryption/security if that kind of stuff matters to you. I’m just sayin’.

You all know I love a good text message and I’ve already declared my love for WhatsApp in a previous post but there is just something about being able to hear someone’s voice that makes this app so dear to my heart. I may or may not have gotten emotional a time or two when I first hear the voice of someone I miss dearly and haven’t seen in a while. The struggle is real.

However, Voxer should come with a warning label that reads:

WARNING: “It can be dangerous to give a mom who spends most of her time with small children fifteen minutes of uninterrupted time to talk.”

I can go on, an on, and on ….you’ve been warned. However, Voxer already thought of that and installed a 15 minute time cap. So if you’re still flapping your jaws after fifteen minutes it will cut you off. My mother and I have named this the “Voxer Walk of Shame.” Don’t worry, you can just push the button and start another vox. Ask me how I know?

Voxer also has a button that allows you to speed up the rate at which you listen to your messages which is great if you are crunched for time. The best part about that is if you are from the Deep South like most of my friends and family, I can speed your voxer messages up to x2 and it sounds normal. Now if I can only get my iPhone to stop auto correcting the word “voxer” to”boxer” I won’t have a single thing to complain about.

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Shrinking the Distance: WhatsApp

I love how easy it is to have long conversations over the phone without ever dialing a number. Some folks would argue that texting is the demise of our ability to converse and have real relationships but those people probably don’t live 7,000 miles from their friends and family.


Due to the work week in this part of the world running Sunday-Thursday, the difficult time difference and spotty internet, it can be next to impossible to talk with people back home.

Thankfully, WhatsApp takes care of that problem and allows us to keep in touch. WhatsApp is a cross-platform mobile messaging app that allows you to send text messages without having to pay SMS charges. And it’s available for iPhone, BlackBerry, Android, Windows Phone and Nokia. No matter who your carrier, what country you live in or what type of phone you have, you can send messages all over the world without a fee.

UnknownWhatsApp isn’t widely used in the United States but it has taken the rest of the world by storm. It has the look and feel of conventional text messages and is super easy to use. You can send pictures, videos, locations or voice recordings for free. Still not ready to download the app?

ATTENTION: You can text back and forth with me. Got it?

If the only reason you have the app on your phone is to keep a smile on the face of this Desert Diva, I wouldn’t mind at all. So, what are you waiting for? Send me a text already.

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Shrinking the Distance: Be a Pen Pal

My husband started traveling overseas a good bit early into our marriage when we only had one child.

I vividly remember watching him board a plane headed to a far away land and wondering how I would survive while he was away. Not so much because I minded being alone or that the responsibility of taking care of a baby was too much, those both had little to do with it. I honestly wasn’t sure how I could handle not seeing his face, hearing his voice and knowing what was going on in his life for two solid weeks. Dramatic much?

In my defense, things were much different back then. He would get on an airplane and I wasn’t able to see him, FaceTime him, Skype him, text him or call. Nothing. Nada. It was brutal. I would anxiously await his return home and then beg him to regurgitate every. single. detail. of his trip.

It’s crazy to think that things have changed so much in just a few years but in light of all the latest technology, it’s super easy to keep in touch with people living overseas, but a lot of people don’t know just how easy it can be.

For the next few posts, I’m going to show you a few simple ways to help shrink the distance and feel like you’re close to friends and family that live far away. These tips could help you connect with people and be involved in their lives even if they are in the next state or across the world. Hint, Hint.

1) Write a letter or become pen pals. 

I’m sure you’re first thought was, “how outdated” but hear me out. I’m not necessarily talking about the pen pal days of the past.

Of course, you could actually write a letter and drop it in the mailbox but in some countries due to import laws or high import taxes, it may cost less to book an airline ticket and go visit. In that case, we’ve got a spare bed. IMG_5655

Can’t book a trip across the world? No worries, I’ve got a solution.

Write a letter, or have your child write a letter and snap a photo of it with your smart phone. Then you can email the photo or send it through one of the many other tech savvy apps and resources I’m going to talk about later in the week. Stay tuned.

Two of my boys are currently learning how to write a friendly letter in school but they would always lose interest because we couldn’t actually mail the letters to their friends. Now we snap a photo and send it on it’s way. I can check the homeschool box and my boys can keep in touch with friends. JPEG image-C4961DEB659D-1 2
This one makes the grandparents especially giddy because they get to see actual handwriting and you know….some folks really like that kind of stuff. I also snap pictures of the boy’s artwork and send it to friends so the younger boys can have a pen pal, despite the fact that they can’t write just yet. IMG_8535

Come back later this week and we’ll talk about some more fun ways to love folks from a distance.

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Ten Signs that Mom is Sick

I recently emerged from the bed after a seven day battle with a sinus infection, that turned into an ear infection, that ended up rupturing my eardrum.

Sounds like I’m 6 years old, right?

Who knew adults got ear infections and pretty serious ones at that. Not me, I thought I graduated from ear infections in my elementary years. Obviously not.

I can’t brag on my husband enough for keeping the ship afloat while I was down. He managed to rearrange his work schedule so he could be home with the boys, make sure they were fed, keep the house from being burned down and even check off a box or two from the homeschool assignment list. To some that may not sound impressive but I’m still in awe of his Daddy Ninja Skills. #LoveHim

But it goes without saying that when Mama goes down, things can start to go awry pretty quickly. I was pretty useless for five full days and am still not 100% but I’m trying to get back into the swing of things little by little.

I decided the first step to making myself feel better was to get our house back in order. I started picking things up and trying to bring order to the chaos when I finally had to stop and have a good laugh.

I really can’t put into words the absurd condition our house was in. So, instead of using words, I’ll use pictures.

Here are my ”Top Ten Signs Mom Is Sick”…

1. There is yellow modeling clay in the bottom of the turtle’s aquarium. I’m guessing the modeling clay was in lieu of actual turtle food, meaning the turtle hasn’t eaten in a week. Thankfully, he’s still floating upright. Mr. Chad will be proud.


2. The trash is piled high with school assignments that have been discretely dropped in the garbage can.


3. An entire roll of tape is stuck to the floor to serve as a reminder that someone tried to tape his baby brother to the rug. IMG_0694

4. You have enough empty pizza boxes to build a small fort. I only photographed two because I was too embarrassed to admit the actual number of pizzas that were consumed in my absence. IMG_0696

5. Picture frames, along with other household items are broken as a result of the MMA cage match that took place in the living room.


6. The baby has painted himself with White Out AND it hasn’t been washed off. I refuse to admit how many days the “war paint” remained on his arms because that would be evidence of how long my boys went without a proper bath. I digress.


7. The bottom of the coffee pot is burned black, which serves as evidence that Daddy has relied heavily on caffeine to get through the last week.


8. The curtain rods are literally ripped off the wall. See #5.


9. Pizza Dinner is served along with soda on the floor, on a blanket, in front of the TV in the middle of the living room.


10. You get an insane amounts of hugs, kisses, cuddles and snuggles when you do finally manage to get out of the bed because your kids have missed you so much. Swoon.


Thankfully, as I type this we are on the mend and there are brighter days ahead at the Taylor house. We’ve managed to find order in our home and even get the laundry caught up. So, we survived the plague of 2016 and hope that it’s a really long time before something like that comes around again.

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Wondering Why Wednesday

Another installment of “Wondering Why Wednesday!”

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Why are green grapes floating around inside my coffee pot?

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A Message to My Mommy Friends

I recently learned that my closest local friend on this side of the world is newly pregnant.

She had only known about the pregnancy for approximately 23.6 minutes before she got in touch with me to ask which doctor to use, what prenatal vitamin is the best, which baby book she should read first and a whole slew of other questions that I won’t share here.

I was overjoyed at her bringing all of the questions to me and heaping them at my feet like a huge pile of laundry that needed to be sorted and put away.

You see; I love pregnancy, babies, motherhood and all things related. There are few subjects I enjoy discussing as much as these. And while I do have a little experience under my belt, I’m also fully aware that there are many women who walk through the journey of motherhood with more wisdom, grace and dignity than I can generate on my best day.


As I pondered the many things I could tell her, needed to tell her and wanted to tell her my mind quickly drifted away to an entirely different space.

We could have spent hours discussing natural or medicated childbirth, breast or bottle feeding, crib or co-sleeping ,vaccinations or not, working moms vs. stay at home moms, organic or processed food, spanking or time out, controlled crying or crying it out….or one of the millions of other topics that seem to sprint through the already brimming minds of every new mother- causing us to choose sides like we’re preparing for battle.


I could have taken that opportunity to try and win her over, to convince her that the way I do things is best. I could have chosen to ignore what my friend really needed in an effort to glorify myself and prove to her what an incredibly knowledgeable mother I am.

The temptation was there. Draw some battle lines and win over a covert to the home team. Fortunately, the Lord was gracious to intervene and keep me from diving in head first. Instead, I truly believe that He alone gave me eyes to see what would bring Him the most glory and allow myself to fade into the background.

I just listened as she rattled off the one million little bits of information she had already gathered about her growing baby.

I simply told my friend how ridiculously excited I was for her.

I reminded her that I loved her and wanted to hear every detail of her doctors visit, that I wanted to gaze at every sonogram picture and dream with her about what her baby would look like.

I shared with her that I wanted to walk the pregnancy journey with her, hand in hand. When she has questions, I want to help her find answers. And by God’s grace, I want to be that Romans 12:15 friend for her. 

Because in the world of motherhood where battle lines are drawn, camps are made and gloves are tossed aside when someone chooses a different path of parenting, things can get down. right. draining. In the midst of all the competition and jockeying for mommy position we can easily miss the wonder and amazement of the reality that God has entrusted us with a tiny creation made uniquely in His image. A precious baby with an eternal soul.

This mommy stuff is hard enough without the petty challenges and competition. So, in light of that, let us bask in the amazing reality that we get to be mothers to these little people. It doesn’t matter if we are new mom’s, veteran mom’s, soon to be mom’s or hoping to be moms we can enjoy the unity that we were created to joyfully share with one another and thank God that He hasn’t asked us to walk this journey alone.

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Ornament Swap 2015

Although our Christmas ornament tradition looks different than it originally did when we started, we still make sure it happens and we are still just as competitive as ever, maybe even more.

The fact that we are now living in our third country in under three years means we have a wide range of things about our life that are ornament worthy.

I considered going with a camel ornament, for obvious reasons.


Or maybe a brightly colored chick to represent the ones our neighbors once gave us for pets.


Even an abaya ornament would be fun, considering my latest fashion forward attire. Be jealous.

IMG_2727 So many different options and Etsy only a mouse click away. What’s a girl to do?

After several weeks of pondering my ornament options I decided to go with a favorite memory from our last year but you’ll need a tiny bit of background for it to make sense.

Moving to a new country, finding a language teacher, learning a new language dialect, arriving with only 18 suitcases for your family of seven, riding around for 4+ hours a day with your five kids in the car to find an apartment, searching night and day for things to go in your empty apartment, having your credit card stolen, totaling a car that belonged to another family, Ramadan starting, your computer falling off the couch and shattering the screen and your iPhone  crashing can all be pretty stressful occurrences. And when all of those things happens within a six week time period, you start to question your sanity. #truestory

This past summer when we first moved it just seemed that something went wrong at every turn. We just couldn’t catch a break and so I did what any other grown woman would do, I put on my big girl panties and tried to focus on the positive I cried. And Hubby, being the amazing man that he is would leave at any hour of the night and drive to the Great American Cookie Company to get me a Double Doozie because calories and chocolate seem to fix everything. I’m not going to say how many times he made late night runs to the Cookie Company but I will say he’s on a first name basis with the cashier.


Now each year when I pull out the ornament I got for Britten this year, I’ll look back on those stressful days and smile.


Britten came strong with his ornament this year as well. Remember the picture above of my stylish new outfit? Britten got me an ornament that represents what the ladies in our country wear. I love it!


We decided my ornament was the winner this year because of the story it represents for our family but I’ll let you decide who you think won the 2015 Christmas ornament exchange.

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Prayer Jar

“Lord, help me have a good day at school.”

“God help us to have fun today at soccer.”

“Help us obey our parents today and be nice to our brothers.”

Me, me, me. Us, us, us. Sound familiar?

Now don’t get me wrong, I think it’s biblical to pray for ourselves and the things going on during our day. There’s nothing wrong with praying for yourself, your needs, your children, your spouse or your problems.

But, if we aren’t intentional, our prayers can become extremely self centered and that is exactly what I noticed happening in the lives of our boys. Whenever we prayed before a meal, during family worship or at small group they were praying a whole lot for themselves and very little for others.

In an effort to help them think beyond their own needs we worked together to make a prayer jar.

I used tissue paper and Mod Podge to cover the lid of an old jelly jar. It would be beneficial for me to stop now and discuss my mild obsession with saving glass jars and repurposing them after all, recognition is the first step to healing. I digress.


Next, I sent out an email and several Voxer messages asking friends and family how we could best pray for them.

Sidetone: if you don’t have the Voxer app, download it now. It’s amazing for keeping in touch with people who are on the other side of the world. Hint, hint.

I typed all of those requests into an excel spreadsheet, because I’m nerdy like that, printed them out and cut them apart to go in the jar.


Now, before breakfast and lunch, one of the boys pulls a slip of paper from the jar and we pray for that specific thing when we say the blessing before our meal.

I don’t remember to do it every time but I try to be intentional to vox/text/email the person that we have prayed for just so they know we love them and are praying for them that day.

Of course, I spent a few minutes hot gluing twine and a scripture reference to the front of the jar but when you’re the only pink in a house of blue, adding a little frill to your life is a necessity. I’m confident the prayers would be just as effective with any type of container or old jar. =o)

I recognize I have a little more time to spend on breakfast and lunch because our boys are currently homeschooled. I know there are lots of wonderful mom’s flying out the door at break-neck speed trying to get kids to school by 8 a.m. (fist bump to all the women who manage to get their kids dressed, fed and out the door before 9. I have mad respect for you and still aren’t quite sure how you do it. Rock on ladies, rock on!)

If you don’t have that kind of extra time in the morning, the prayer jar could be used at dinner, family worship, bedtime,on the way to school, the ride home from daycare or any other time you have a few free minutes to pray with your kids.

I’d love to add your names and your specific needs to our prayer jar. So, feel free to comment and let me know how our family can be praying for yours.

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