Kaila Mugford

I know I've been pretty quiet lately. And I'm pretty sure as time goes on, the more spread out my posts will become. So many blogs begin and end like this. I was told that if I ever wanted to make blogging my job that I would have to post just about every other day of the week for about 2 years to be taken seriously. I guess my heart's just not in it. I am not willing to work a job with no pay for 2 years to be noticed. I want people to read what I have to say and enjoy it. I want to write because I like it, and not because I'm working toward a goal to have so many followers. That being said, I do love it when someone posts a comment or clicks 'like' on my link. It just puts a smile on my face :-) Nothing really is new over here, that's why I've been quiet. Life has slowed down a little bit (thank goodness!). We have actually managed to stay in the same state for the last month, and don't have plans to go anywhere until the end of next month. It ...

I have so many topics I want to write about, yet can't seem to find the words at the moment. Maybe this is God's way of telling me, "not now." So many of my words find themselves scattered about a page, some loving, some insightful, some...not so much. The longer I sit though and think about what it is I want to write, the more I realize I'm trying to think of things that other people want to hear. I think, "Well, I'd like to write about placing judgement on other people," or "I'd love to write about the importance of reading the Bible," or even, "I'd really like to write about how we're doing great as moms even though EVERYONE writes about that." But then I stop. I have a really great idea and then I think, "Oh wait, no...you can't say it like that. Because someone will immediately be offended." I simply don't understand why we do this, all of us. I'm not innocent of this either. Recent...

This update is from my phone, so please forgive the inevitable typos. I'll do my best :-) Jamey, Mira, and I are all packed up in the car and heading to Chicago.  I'm flying to El Paso alone while Jamey stays at his best friend's house with Mira. His wife is also out of town, and he has their two boys so they're very excited to have a Daddy Daycare weekend! I on the other hand will be flying (hopefully, since I think my name is on a watch list or something...it never fails that I'm scanned, patted down, and all my carryons unpacked) to meet a woman I've come to know and love in the last 16 months. I can't wait to meet her and her beautiful family, and yet I wish I weren't going for the reason I am. I posted in August about her son, Kaden, who passed away on his 3 week week birthday to heart failure. We connected in May 2012 after Sam was born; she lost twin boys 3 days after he died. I didnt have a blog yet (but I've always kept a journal) and ...

A few days ago, I saw a beautiful story of a father's love for his daughter with down syndrome. It was on YouTube...and of course there are comments underneath it. Why do I read those? Why? As I scrolled through sentiments of, "Realistically, it was selfish of them to keep the baby knowing she wouldn't be able to function properly in society," and, "It would only be logical for them to have gotten rid of her if they truly loved her," a knot formed in my stomach. I honestly can’t believe that this is where “logic” and “realism” has gotten us. I'm so tired of these two words being used synonymously with pessimism . I've heard way too often as of late that even though my faith is all "fine and dandy," we simply DO NOT live in utopia. What I think people really mean when they say things like this is, "I'm going to be happy when things are good, but I'm always waiting for the other shoe to drop, so I'm go...

We're getting cable tomorrow...cable!! I think it's been about a year since we've had it, I can't remember. When we got rid of it, we were doing some super-budgeting trying to figure out if I could be a stay-at-home mom. We have Netflix and Hulu anyway, so we were good. It just meant we were one season behind everyone else. And commercials. I think so many people have DVR now, but I was getting tired of people asking, "Hey, have you seen THAT commercial?" No, no I haven't. I don't have cable.  First world problems. Pretty much though, I don't need cable. I just need a few channels. Mainly: HGTV, DIY, TLC, Bravo, Discovery, FoodNetwork, and FX. And you know what I like FX for? The movies it plays on the weekends. Which usually I own them anyway...but for some reason it just feels so special when I catch a favorite on tv! Why is that?? You know what question I got most (behind the commercial question)? HOW do you get your news?!? ????????...

I'm a supermom. Yeah, you heard me. Okay, I just put curtains up in my house and we've lived here for almost a year and a half. My kitchen (and bathroom) needs a good scrubbing. My eyebrows need plucked, my hair needs washed. But I'm still a supermom. Because... Mira is fed. She is clothed (several times a day). She has a clean diaper on I hope . She has too many toys to play with. She is happy. I may not be able to leap tall buildings, but I bet you've never seen someone move as fast as I can during nap time. That's MY super power. Who'd have thunk that chores that used to take me hours can now be done in one hour's time? Amazing what kind of super powers you get when you become a mother. And if I don't get the chores done...well, I'm still awesome because I probably took a nap with Mira. Which is just as important because who wants a cranky mama? I consider it doing my family a favor ;-) I write this for all the days I don't feel amaz...

"Hope deferred makes a heart sick,                but a dream fulfilled is a tree of life."                                      Proverbs 13:12 I've read this verse before, nestled between 24 others in this chapter. But during this week's service, it just hit me how true this really is. I've been living much of my life in "hope deferred" mode. I've been wanting to be a mommy for so very long, and for the longest time I didn't even realize it. In high school I focused on my grades, the extracurricular, and working. I had my eyes set on that diploma, and couldn't wait to find out where I would be attending college. Graduation day came and went. I found myself in college, with a major I thought would make my family proud and others "ooh and ahh" over. I couldn't wait...