Mandy Rose

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    Spring Break 2014 – Last Minute Road Trip

    I woke up on a Friday morning and my husband looked at me and said… “Sooooo where should we go on spring break?”

    Mind you… Technically spring break was about to begin at 11:05 am this same day when my son exited the doors of the elementary school.


    Ummmm, I might have given Jeff Rose the evil eye and said a few choice words. Mostly ones that centered around the fact that he knows I’m a planner and this little spring break blurp out of his mouth meant that he wanted to take a trip…without planning first.

    My pet peeve.



    So I did what any type A wife would have done and I jumped out of bed, went straight to the computer and starting trying to put a PLAN together. A plan people. It’s not that hard. I like PLANS.

    You hear that husband? #futurereference


    He insisted we go somewhere warm and I insisted we go somewhere that didn’t take us a million hours in the car to get to. That pretty much eliminated most of the warm spots. Ha.

    Florida is close enough to drive to, but it’s still 12 hours or so. That’s a LONGGGGG time in a minivan with three energetic male children. I need more than 24 hours to prepare my mind for something like that.



    So, because he was the one choosing this summer RV trip {the 14 day one in a miniature home on wheels}… I told him that I was choosing the destination for this last minute spring break road trip.

    Done and done. Wife takes over. (more…)


    Two Weeks In A RV – NOOOOOOO!!!

    It was approximately last summer when my husband casually mentioned that he wanted to rent a RV and take a 2 week hiatus from the real world.

    I typically like his ideas {sometimes}, but when he brought up taking our entire family around the United States in a house on wheels I almost puked a little in my mouth.

    A couple reasons really:

    1. I don’t like to go camping. Even if it’s in an RV.

    2. I don’t like to go camping.

    Yep, that pretty much sums it up.

    Soooooo…. I said no.

    As my dad would tell you… My idea of camping is a hotel with room service.

    Apparently my husband thought I was kidding because he has his little heart set on this RV adventure. And he has assured me that we WILL be taking it come this June.

    If you know my husband at all… he doesn’t insist on much. He’s pretty compromising. Not this time.

    I get it. They’re boys and they like outdoorsy kinds of things like camping and fishing and building campfires.

    But TWO WEEKS???

    That’s like me asking THEM to go get manicures everyday for 14 days straight.

    I can handle adventures. Really, I can.

    We’ve taking the kids to the city.




    The Verdict Is In…

    elephant 3


    Also known as the World Wrestling Entertainment {and you bet your butt hat I had to google that}.

    Welp, I am officially no longer a WWE virgin. And I’m not sure how I feel about that.

    A few weeks ago I agreed to accompany the boys to this wonderfully weird event. And weird it was.


    There’s literally only ONE thing I knew about the WWE before attending this event and that’s that EVERYONE and their brother tells me my husband looks like “The Rock”.

    I personally think my man is cuter. But they do resemble each other very much.

    dwayne johnson



    Music To My Ears {Instagram Dump}

    I’m currently editing blog posts and photos with MUSIC playing. If you know me at all then you know that this is a huge step for me.


    I mean, if I’m EVER doing anything {working, editing, writing, breathing – ha} I need peace and quiet.

    IG 1

    IG 10

    I’ve always been jealous of the people who can concentrate with background noise. My husband is one of them. He puts his headphones in his ears when he writes. WHAT??

    That is unheard of to me.

    I can’t possibly concoct any blog post worthy thoughts with someone singing in my ear.

    In fact, I’d probably insert the lyrics to the song in my blog post if I did that.

    IG 18



    Nightly Bedtime Routines: You Are The Death Of Me

    Nightly bedtime routines are the death of me.  No really, they are.

    I have no one to blame but myself.

    I feel like I’m supermom when it comes to infant bedtimes.  Notice I said INFANT. Also notice…I no longer have any infants.

    When we start talking toddler bedtimes…I became a big mom failure.

    Sleep Training

    When my kids were babies {4 months to 2 years old} I conquered the sleep training thing like it was my job.

    I had Bents and SJ going to bed by 6:00 pm at 6 months old and sleeping until 6:00 am. My friends would often tease me because if we ever had them over…they would NEVER get to see my youngest kids because they were already in bed. Asleep.

    I can remember how jealous they were that I actually got my kids down so early.

    And the thing about it is? They went to bed happily.

    Sleep Training Equals Happy Kids