Disclaimer.

The pressures of a stay at home mom, they're just ridiculous! I'm sorry to inform you all that I am not awesome. So, sometimes I feel as if I need a posted warning sign at the door.... Actually, maybe it should be a full disclaimer. 

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Congratulations. You've officially made it to the door which means-- you've most likely met our welcoming committee. Never mind the rodents in the yard, those kisses you received from our pups were your official "howdy". You won't walk into our place and find crystal clear windows. You may not have a chair to sit in right away. Heck, you may not even have a safe place to sit your coffee. Instead what you'll find is a house with a mom who loves her family more than life itself. You'll see two happy kids running around most likely without shirts on. You'll find finger prints adorning the windows like those beautiful clings you can find at the store. The laundry will be done, but don't plan on seeing it folded and put away. It most likely has been folded, but it's been rearranged since. That thing sitting in my dining room, it's called a treadmill, in other words-- the laundry catcher.

 Don't expect a skinny fit soccer mom. Our mom's a farm kid mom with mud boots at the door, a roast in the crockpot, and droppings of popcorn scattered throughout. Please don't set your beverage down, because once it's out of your hands-- it's officially free game. In fact, expect for a tug at your jeans saying "ppeeeaasssee". Don't be rude, Mom's teaching us how to share and you can too. 

Our mom runs on two things. Laughter and love. Dad runs on three things: laughter, love, and Mountain Dew. We're twin boys if you can't handle tractors, cows, and boogers-- this ain't the place to visit. We burp, and giggle at the table, but always fold our hands to pray. We believe in God. We believe in miracles-- simply because we see it first hand. If you don't -- please find your way back to the car. 

We bounce on the couch, have been caught dancing on the table-- and have found ourselves in time out a time or two. 

Hugs are a must, but be prepared for the kisses. If I lick you, it's probably because I just got a kiss from my dogs. It's best that you don't think about that one. If you smell something a little funny, please by our guest! I'll retrieve a diaper from the drawer, but bring along the wipes for the special door prize! 

Welcome to our crazy, sometimes out-of-control home. There's a good chance we've got cookies in the oven, but hands off, those are the one things-- we don't share. Enter at your own risk, and be sure to shield yourself because yes, we play ball in the house. 

Come on in! We're always looking for someone to read a story with... Most likely from the view atop your shoulders.

-Landon & Logan