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✨ Life on the homestead means learning to get creative — sometimes that even includes cooking one-handed.
I’ve been craving warm, soft gluten-free flour tortillas (the kind you can actually bend without them crumbling into sad cracker chips). Enter the Una Casa Tortilla Press. 🙌 This little gadget made rolling and pressing tortillas so much easier, even while I was operating with only one hand. Honestly, it’s worth every penny. (Amazon Associate…
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Life Lately on the Homestead: Goats, Chickens, and a Sleep-Deprived Mom
If you’ve ever wondered what it’s like to live on a homestead, imagine a reality TV show that’s part Duck Dynasty, part Animal Planet, and part Survivor — but without the million-dollar prize at the end. Things have been… let’s call it energetic around here. Charles: The Goat Who Refuses to Goat Charles, our bottle…
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🧠 Visuals Matter, Y’all. Especially Before Coffee.
It’s 9:30 AM and I’m already about three decibels away from turning into a full-blown velociraptor. 🦖 Enter: The Behavior Chart. Aka, my sanity saver. Aka, “the chart of consequences and miracles.” My twins are spicy little creatures with a flair for chaos and a deep commitment to testing boundaries before I’ve even had breakfast.…
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The Tooth Fairy, Gold Coins and Mild Parental Theft
Ah, the magic of childhood. Losing teeth is one of those strangely thrilling milestones that feels like a mix of a medical event, a rite of passage, and a glitter-filled celebration. The wiggle. The drama. The blood. (Seriously, why is there always SO much blood?) And then there’s that triumphant moment when your kid holds…
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Life Lesson #47 from the Homestead: Goats, Poop, and Blueberries (?)
So today my son Skylar had his first up-close-and-personal encounter with goat poop. 🐐💩 And y’all… the moment was nothing short of magical. And mildly traumatic. But mostly magical. There he was, standing in awe, just living his best farm-kid life, when Gina decided it was time to… lighten the load. Right in front of…
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It’s Not My Time… and That’s Okay
Let’s just get this out of the way— It’s not my time for a clean house. Not my time for perfectly polished nails or relaxing massages. Not my time for laundry that’s folded neatly before it turns into a damp science experiment. But you know what it is my time for? It’s my time for…
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Settling In, Sorta… Kinda… Not Really
We’ve officially landed in our new home. Not like a graceful plane landing, but more like a bumpy emergency landing with a baby pig on board and at least one bag of snacks spilling mid-turbulence. Are we “settled”? Define settled, please. Still Hauling, Still Hoping Let’s start with the obvious: we’re still moving. Not like…
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We Moved! It Was Wet, Wild, and My IKEA Desk Didn’t Make It
Well, We’re Here… Technically We moved. Which sounds simple enough until I tell you it was pouring, hailing, and the only thing more slippery than the Tommy gate on that moving truck was my last shred of sanity. But hey—when you’ve got a herd of family members ready to tackle it like a full-contact sport,…
Twins Tenders and Teaching 