Wednesday, October 3, 2018


the creation and management of a home, especially as a pleasant place in which to live.

Homemaking. A word that has been standing proudly on a very large pedestal in my mind, almost shoving itself to the front of all of my responsibilities lately. As if it is not getting enough attention, and it is demanding to be known! A word that I consider my job, my number one priority, and my life's goal. A word that would typically be pushed to the side, knowing that it's just a term usually placed upon stay-at-home-moms. Well, for the past few weeks, I feel like the Lord has been bringing this word to me, maybe forcing it on me, to really consider what it actually means and what it looks like in action. It's so easy to get caught up in the daily routine of life, kids, work, and to-do lists. The first thing that comes to mind when hearing the word "homemaking" is the smell of apple cider in a cozy home, with soft lighting, and a calm atmosphere. That's one thought. The other thought that comes to mind is kids playing and laughing loud, and hard, making a huge mess in the kitchen, helping Mama make something yummy, while 5 loads of clean laundry sit on the floor for the 7th day in a row, waiting to be put away. While I can say that my home reflects both of these pictures, it also reflects the realness of life when emotions get the best of us. Nasty attitudes, screams and yells, hitting and throwing toys, running late, and arguing about dinner and bedtime. This is a HOME! A home contains it all, all the ups, all the downs, and all the in-betweens. What I'm learning lately is how I react to all of these things, is the very thing that creates the atmosphere that I desire for my home. My reaction is what defines my homemaking. My reaction is what will become my children's memories. I have had a difficult week with my middle girlie, Evie. She has congenital hypothyroidism, and she is on daily medication for it, which means we have to keep a very close watch on her blood levels as she grows. If she has too much thyroid medicine running through her body, she will show symptoms of it, with one of the symptoms being irritability and moodiness. We have definitely seen a trend lately with her behaviors, and this is due to her medicine, and a currently elevated level of T4. We now have a plan in place for her to decrease those levels, and already her behavior has leveled out. So, during one of my more challenging moments of motherhood, God was speaking to me by placing this word over me, to remember what my goal is every day. Even though we might have some terrible behaviors from time-to-time, my reaction to those behaviors is what makes our home a pleasant place to live, and where my girls know that they will receive unconditional love and acceptance. I was reminded to not let elevated behaviors take over me and get the best of me. I was reminded by this word, that my reaction to even the worst of behaviors is what will continue to shape and form our home. Even though the kicking, hitting, and screaming for the majority of our days consumed me, I felt a peace and calm during those moments to remember this word, as it goes so much deeper than just managing laundry, meals, and weekly schedules. Homemaking is really found in the throes of family life, which defines who you are as a family unit. So, since we had a rougher week than normal, Evie and I made homemade Monkey-Bread. What a blessed time it was to dedicate together in the kitchen, one-on-one. 
The beautiful mix of life and raising up babes, is to be reminded of words such as homemaking; a wide-spanned word that can define the tone of life.

As for that homemade Monkey-Bread... Here is my recipe, that my hubby has deemed the best monkey-bread he's ever had!

4 tubes non-flaky biscuits
1.5 c regular sugar
4 tbsp cinnamon
2 sticks butter
1 c brown sugar

  1. ·    Place 2 sticks of butter in a sauce pan, along with the brown sugar and set on low heat... This is Heaven's sauce, you guys!
    ·    Slice each biscuit into quarters
    ·    In a large bowl or baggie, mix the regular sugar & cinnamon together
    ·    Add the pieces of dough into the sugar/cinnamon mix and cover the dough with the mixture
    {{This was Evie's favorite part, as she mixed the sugar with her hands to get each piece well coated!!}}
    ·    Next, place your dough pieces into a Bundt pan evenly
    ·    Then, pour that heaven-sauce over it all!

    Now place in the oven on 350, for about 25 minutes, or until the edges get nice and golden!

    All my love to you guys! 💟

    Monkey-Bread right out of the oven! I hope you all enjoy this recipe if you make it!

    Monkey-Bread plated, and posed by our tiny little pumpkin display!

    See! My pile of clean laundry, on its 7th day in a row. It gets the best of us all!

Saturday, August 25, 2018

Homeschooling Thus Far

What a difference two weeks can make!! As many of you know, we began homeschooling on August 13th, which puts us two weeks into our homeschooling journey. These past few weeks have been the biggest learning curve that I have ever experienced! A few things you should know about me... I am not a structured woman whatsoever. I have killer list-making skills, planning skills (down to the minute), goal-setting plans (by day and week), and I have clear vision for each of these panning out. Now, for me to actually enforce and execute is another story! Along with the pure exhaustion that comes with being a work-from-home & stay-at-home-mom of multiples, I often feel as though I'm missing half of my brain, in which the three tiny humans that I created stole from me! So, with schooling, I have had some major self-growth in my time-management, and in structure for our days. The first week of school was, to be honest, a mess, and I had no clue how it was going to get better, but I did know that in my heart I would figure it out. Another thing you should know about me, I am an eternal optimist. This can be both detrimental and beneficial, and in this case, it is most definitely beneficial. So, by week two, I had been able to identify the areas in which I needed to change, improve, cut back, and alter. You see, in week one, I had this great plan that both Evie & Eliza would be working on subjects simultaneously, that Everley would be playing perfectly quiet, and that we would have zero meltdowns during our two-hour block. Hysterical, right!? Our first week actually looked like meltdown central; Everley destroying everything in her path, Eliza frustrated because she likes one-on-one attention during her learning process, and Evie scream-crying throughout because she is too tired and just wants to cuddle her blankie. Not to mention, I had several work meetings during our first week of school, and other events that required me to carve out chunks of time. This is where my eternal-optimist shows favor! Although we had this chaotic first week, we also had plenty of fun, and knew that even by day one, we all love & adore homeschooling. We ended our first week with swimming, and open-gym time. We had the pool all to ourselves, which allowed the freedom to work on swim lessons for the girls, and the big gym was empty which allowed Eliza to comfortably practice basketball! As I knew we could do better with our time blocks for schooling, by our second week, I had figured out that Evie thrives best during the day if she can wake up on her own, which is around 9am. Eliza thrives best alone, first thing in the morning, by 8am. So, I start with Eliza at 8:30am, and then Evie begins by 9:30am. Adjusting our time-blocks and subjects based on the times that they thrive best has made all the difference. I know that eventually I will need to teach Evie the importance of waking up whether she wants to or not, but for now, this works for us, and that's the beauty of homeschooling... We can do school when we want, and begin at the time that is most optimal for each child! I hope that this encourages you, if you are a homeschooling family, to know that some days will not be perfect, and that is OKAY!! With those imperfect days come learning curves that we can grow from, and build a better way to do things, and that is what it's all about!

Saturday, June 16, 2018


Though one may be overpowered,

Two can defend themselves.
A cord of three strands is not quickly broken.
Ecclesiastes 4:12

My husband and I are celebrating seven years of marriage this coming Monday! These past seven years have flown by, and have blessed us more than we could have ever imagined. We have a very short timeline of when we met, when we got engaged, when we married, and when we had our first baby. Many people had doubts, but we knew that our commitment to one another was nothing to take lightly. We had a shotgun wedding, as some would tag us as, but the amount of love and support that we received from our friends and family was simply incredible. Now, seven years later, three miracle babies, three pregnancy losses, a home purchase, several family trips, the loss of my grandpa, an unbelievable amount of family drama that showed us that we cleave and settle into one another, instead of letting it tear us apart, and everything in between, has shaped the best and worst seven years of my life. There is absolutely no other person that I would choose to stand by my side during these best and worst moments. To experience such highs and lows with one person is truly something to be appreciative of, and while I am an incredibly independent woman, and possess a "do it myself" attitude, Taylor is my crutch, he is my newfound rock since losing my grandpa, and he is my constant. He doesn't move, and he is steadfast in his unconditional love to me and our girls. Taylor's character is the black sheep of where he was raised and grew up. He teaches me so many things that I need in my life, and we are then able to pass those lessons on to our girls. Our marriage has been pretty blissful, with the inevitable arguments and disagreements. The combination of these ups and downs in life has led me to understand that if there is one thing that I have learned in our past seven years, it is this: Marriage is not perfect. Marriage is messy and real, and when you get in the thick of it, love is a choice, not a feeling. Sure, you first fall in love while dating, but after years of marriage, the feeling of being in love can definitely fade at times, and this is when love becomes a choice! No marriage would ever survive if couples relied on the need to feel in love at all times. The daily reminders of commitment to one another is so important. Here is an analogy that I have often thought about... You would never find a (sane) parent leave their child behind because they had too many tantrums over the course of several months. The bond between a parent and their child is like nothing else, literally. Why can't we view marriage in this way, as well? Don't get me wrong here, if someone is in physical and/or mental harm with their spouse, by all means, that is a marriage to escape. I've been there, and I still fought for that abusive marriage, until a crucial & defining moment took place to where I felt peace in leaving. And now I've found an amazing, God-fearing man who lights up my life, and no matter how bad things may get between us, or how "not in love" we may feel, or how crazy we may make each other, we would never even remotely consider divorce. Fighting for your marriage takes incredible strength and devotion. Fight for your marriage! Fight for your spouse! And realize that with your partner that you chose for all the right reasons, you can work through anything that crosses your path together. This is when marriage solidifies and matures and grows and develops and blossoms. Knowing that you will never give up on each other, you will never walk out, and you will always choose to stay, is the most powerful choice that you can make. Marriage is the most important relationship in life, and it needs to be held on a pedestal. Part of living a Mindful Life is knowing that marriage is not perfect, and it never will be, but, it can feel pretty darn close to perfection when you learn to simply choose love, even when you don't feel it. 

Happy 7 Years to us, and here is to the rest of our life together!

Friday, March 30, 2018

Launching My Corner

Hi! Hello! Welcome to my highly anticipated (for myself), long overdue, creative & mental outlet corner! I’m so excited to finally get this thing going, and so appreciative that YOU found your way here to follow my journey. From my blog, you can expect to read about personal struggles, accomplishments, parenting, testimonies, relationships, my past, encouragement & support, processing emotions & situations, my favorite things, food, and everything in between, and where life takes us!

For those that do not know me on a personal level, I’ll take a minute to introduce myself... My name is Kailah... don’t let the spelling throw you off; it’s pronounced as Kayla! I have been married for almost 7 years to my incredible blessing of a husband, Taylor, and together we have 3 precious girls, Eliza(6), Evelynn(5), and Everley(2), and 3 beloved angel babies in Heaven that we lost to miscarriage. Taylor & I have had quite the 7 years of marriage, and we are so excited to see what our future holds in the years to come!

I’m thrilled to begin sharing my story with you, and hope to hear from you if something helped you or spoke to you as this blogging journey embarks!