About Me

I hate writing “about me” pages.  It’s like writing a cover letter for a job you desperately want.  You see?  I want you to love me instantly.  To read my words and think, yep, I want to have a beer with this chick.  (Blue Moon is my favorite, what’s yours?)

So, what can I tell you… 

I’m Krista.  I work.  I kiss boo-boos.  I shop.  I make dinners.  I have a dozen to-do lists at any given moment.  I hate laundry.  I sing in the car. I still don’t know what I want to be when I grow up.  I write the words on this blog, but my stories belong to my family.  My kiddos mostly, but my husband and extended family make an appearance once in a while. 

Craig is my husband.  After many, many years of dating (5.5 to be exact!) he proposed.  Probably just to shut me up.  We got hitched in a big church on July 4, 2008 and the following January I peed on an $8 stick and found out I was pregnant.  Craig coaches high school football which I love except when I hate it because it means he works absurdly long hours in the fall and I’m home alone… with two kids… during dinner, bath and bedtime.  He loves me even when my cheers soften because a win means another week to the season and another week of missing my husband.  As a new daddy, Craig has been wrapped around the finger of our kids since the days they were born.

Chessa is our first born.  She is a fireball from the time her eyes open until the time she goes to bed.  She loves her daddy, Elmo, being outside and Oreos.  She loves to talk, to run, to make loud noises and challenge me in every way.  She is so much like me sometimes it scares me. 

Cole is our baby.  Born in March, 2011, he is laid back and easy-going.  He loves his bottle and warm arms to hold him.  I feel like a rock star because I can still meet all of his needs. 

I try my best at this mommy thing.  Sometimes I’m great – like with cuddling in the morning, baking cookies on a Saturday afternoon, making sure everyone gets a bath and keeping bedtime on schedule (I’m really serious about bedtime!)  Other times…  I’m not so good.  Like when I use Oreos as a bargaining tool for the toddler to give up her pacifiers in the morning or when I promise the baby that I will buy him a car if he sleeps more than 3 hours at night.

Now do you see why I’m not going to be Mommy of the Year? 

This corner of the internet is where I record our stories – the funny, the sweet, the milestones and the ordinary.