Getting out was anticlimactic, and felt somewhat like flying down a ginormous, slippery slide and slamming straight into a concrete wall. Oh, and then someone dropped a refrigerator on our heads.
Author: Emma Hall
My name is Emma Hall, and I am a young wife and mother of five. Yep, five kids! My husband and I are high school sweethearts, married at 18. He spent five years in the Marine Corps, during which time we followed him back and forth across the country. Nine moves + one deployed husband later we have settled in Ohio (for good?) where we work to balance chaos, joyful children, toxic free living, renovating our farmhouse, and living simple.
I’ve never met my civilian husband
Four years ago, an 18 year old missionary kid moved back from England early to marry her high school sweetheart. They had only been together for two weeks out of the two years since he had left during his junior year of high school. In those two years, she finished high school in Kuala Lumpur, Malaysia working as an English teacher and training in Muay Thai and he joined thetell me the rest!
Tips and tricks for flying (especially alone) with two young kids
If acting as a pack mule is inevitable, at least do it wisely.
How not to fly with tiny humans
Nine airplanes with my two kids–my infant daughter and two year old psycho of a son–seven of those flights alone–and I finally feel like I’ve figured this crazy brand of traveling out. But don’t be fooled; it wasn’t always this way. Before I can write about the tips and tricks I’ve learned along the way, before I make it sound like I’ve got this mom thing even remotely figured out,tell me the rest!
10 more ways my husband has cherished me
Every once in a while I need a little lesson in gratitude. When the kids are screaming, the living room is torn apart, the sink is piled high with last night’s dishes, I don’t want to go in the bathroom because my husband smooshed a cockroach on the wall and I don’t want to clean it up but I also don’t want to look at it, the fridge is emptytell me the rest!
Potty training chronicles part 2: how I potty trained in two days
April was six months ago now and I put off finishing the post until it had a happy ending. Here it is: We have successfully (basically) potty trained! You can check out the beginning of our potty training journey here. I got cocky and totally thought my kid had potty trained himself and hahhhh–I was wrong. God humbled me and there was still four months to go. Thanks, Lord. Didtell me the rest!
Potty training chronicles part 1: I got cocky
Six months ago… Two hit us at the end of April and that meant I couldn’t put it off much longer. It was time to begin potty training. Booooooo. Or, more accurately, poo. Conveniently, my son’s birthday came along and we requested a training potty, so my sister-in-law, being the wonderful aunt that she is, searched high and low on Amazon until she found this: The Hot Wheels Training Potty.tell me the rest!
20 reasons having kids at 20 is (extra) no piece of cake
I occasionally (okay–often) sit and stare as our childless neighbors lounge quietly on their patio. No tiny humans grabbing at their eyes, rubbing peanut butter on the brand new beige sofa, saying “mama” for the 1938423th time in 14 seconds. Just a husband and a wife, enjoying the peace. Alone. With no kids. Because they don’t have any. I’m not creepy. Just…wistful. Don’t get me wrong, I adore being atell me the rest!
20 fantastic things about having kids at 20
Since middle school, I’ve known I wanted to start young. At 12, I met my husband, and at 14, I decided he was the one. We officially starting dating when we were 16 and at a mere 18 years of age, we stood at the altar and said I do. That was April. In August, during a vacation to Florida, I spent a week wanting to (in the nicest waytell me the rest!