At 37 years old my husband went after a dream - to do something he had dreamed of doing since he was a little boy and get paid for doing it. It was a risk, but I knew the time was right and I gave him my full support.      We went through the 8 month hiring process, the 6 month academy, and the 4 month on-the-job training. Now he is living his dream and loving every minute. He's a cop.

We had daughter #8 (D8) during this training time and my life is never dull. During the late nights when all the kids are in bed and I can't always go to sleep because hubby (M1) is not here, I will try to give snapshots of our life. I'm so bad at this internet stuff that I could hardly find my way back to this blog after I created it, so please be patient with me while I am learning how this works!

So, here is today's snapshot......M1 works the evening shift (4pm-2am). He leaves the house at 2:30pm because we live out in the country 40 min. from the station and he also gets dressed there. I woke up with a jolt when I heard the door open.....I looked at the clocked *gasp* 7am! M1 was just getting home....two drunks decided to get in a fight and one hit the other with his vehicle. Translation: LONG report writing. He falls into bed....I get up and proceed to wake 8 girls up, start toasting leftover biscuits in the oven, and get everybody ready to go to church. All the girls have a "buddy" so-to-speak, the older 4 paired with the younger 4.  They help "their child", as they put it, get dressed, eat, and generally help that younger one with whatever needs to be done that I can't do. We head to church and I spend half the time in the back feeding D8 who is 9 months old. I try to stay out as long as possible to help M1 sleep in peace and quiet. I head home at 1:30 and start the coffee, fix his lunch, and order all the girls to be as quiet as possible while changing their clothes. I put  D8 down for a nap, D3 puts D7 down for a nap and then I wake hubby up at 2pm. While he is shaving I try to visit for a few minutes and soak up his presence for as long as I can. He inhales the food I fix him, grabs his patrol bag and coffee, and tells the girls goodbye......one long kiss for me in the driveway and always the words, "I love you, be safe"..........because you never know........

About Us

The sole male of the family is my hubby who is a rookie police officer with a mid-size city. I am a wife and home-school mom of 8 daughters. There is no way to adequately describe our life, but I am going to try......welcome to this crazy world of mine.

Daughter #1 (D1) is 15, plays the violin and is my right hand woman. She is bubbly, keeps me laughing, and can take the "tense" out of a situation by her wonderful humor. Her organizational skills are legendary.

Daughter #2 (D2) is 13, plays the cello and piano, is incredibly disciplined with her time, can make almost any handiwork/craft, and is my serious one.

Daughter #3 (D3) is 12 and can only be described one way.... TIGGER on steroids. She lives to ride horses and has had Alopecia Areata for 3 years now (an auto immune disorder that causes all her hair to fall out). She is beautiful with her big smile even when she is bald.

Daughter #4 (D4) is 10 and the resident princess............she loves sponge rollers, finger nail polish, glitter makeup and anything pink.

Daughter #5 (D5)  is 7 and is sweet, fun, adventurous, and loves to play with legos and toy soldiers.

Daughter #6 (D6) is 4, has huge brown eyes, serious looks that kill, and the vocabulary of a grown up. She has also mastered the art of cocking her head and fluttering her eyelashes.

Daughter #7 (D7) is 2, INTENSE, LOUD, BUSY and wants to help with EVERYTHING.

Daughter #8 (D8) is 9 months old and a sweetheart. :)