My parents couldn’t decide between Ann or Annie, so they settled on Anne. To this day, I’ll die on the sword to ensure that ‘e’ is never left off my name. Also to this day, the only person ON EARTH allowed to call me Annie is my Mom. Partly because my dad died when I was 11, otherwise I think I’d make a concession for him as well. As with most things in life, I’m quite transparent about the good, the bad and the ugly. My dad died due to alcoholism, which sucked. But, being raised my a single mom who was (and still is) a pretty tough chick, well, it made me into who I am today. My mom has since remarried an amazing man named Greg, who is a supportive husband to her, grandfather to my girls and last but certainly not least, father figure to me.

 I’ve made it my mission to ensure no child has their school picture taken in front of this bizarre, light saber-esque backdrop. Like, why? Who came up with this design?! I also hate Star Trek, so there’s that. Also worth note are my freckles. I’ve always had a face full of freckles, and was convinced until recently that they were poop stains from my time in the womb. My two older brothers lovingly told me that as a young child, along with the fact that I was adopted. Neither of those statements turned out to be true. But more importantly, can we talk about that stellar balloon clip? Those things were epic and definitely need to make a comeback.

I’ve made it my mission to ensure no child has their school picture taken in front of this bizarre, light saber-esque backdrop. Like, why? Who came up with this design?! I also hate Star Trek, so there’s that. Also worth note are my freckles. I’ve always had a face full of freckles, and was convinced until recently that they were poop stains from my time in the womb. My two older brothers lovingly told me that as a young child, along with the fact that I was adopted. Neither of those statements turned out to be true. But more importantly, can we talk about that stellar balloon clip? Those things were epic and definitely need to make a comeback.

 I grew up a lake rat, spending my summers at our cabin in the Ozarks. To this day, my favorite place on earth is our pontoon boat, strolling around Lake Jacomo. That is, without my two young children. My youngest is fearless. She runs around like a wild banshee, climbing everything she can, including the wall barricading her from the water. Needless to say, it’s not the most relaxing of scenes. Instead, my husband and I try to sneak away for an hour or two whenever possible, including quick  happy hours whenever we can squeeze them in before racing to pick up the little ladies before daycare closes.

I grew up a lake rat, spending my summers at our cabin in the Ozarks. To this day, my favorite place on earth is our pontoon boat, strolling around Lake Jacomo. That is, without my two young children. My youngest is fearless. She runs around like a wild banshee, climbing everything she can, including the wall barricading her from the water. Needless to say, it’s not the most relaxing of scenes. Instead, my husband and I try to sneak away for an hour or two whenever possible, including quick happy hours whenever we can squeeze them in before racing to pick up the little ladies before daycare closes.

 While it may appear I’ve been an animal lover from a young age, that’s entirely false. The other day I found a turtle in the road while driving my kiddos home from school. I stopped to pick it up with hopes of recreating this picture with my four year old. Needless to say, the turtle flew off the passenger seat onto my floorboard. I screamed. My girls cried. And I had to use a stick to get the turtle out from under the seat along with gloves to remove it from my car. I’m scared of pretty much all bugs, too. And I hate to camp.  But, I do love a good pair of cowgirl boots and drinking cold Bud Light at our local Rodeo’s. That’s about all the country girl I got in me.

While it may appear I’ve been an animal lover from a young age, that’s entirely false. The other day I found a turtle in the road while driving my kiddos home from school. I stopped to pick it up with hopes of recreating this picture with my four year old. Needless to say, the turtle flew off the passenger seat onto my floorboard. I screamed. My girls cried. And I had to use a stick to get the turtle out from under the seat along with gloves to remove it from my car. I’m scared of pretty much all bugs, too. And I hate to camp.

But, I do love a good pair of cowgirl boots and drinking cold Bud Light at our local Rodeo’s. That’s about all the country girl I got in me.

 I change my hair almost as often as I change clothes.  And that’s often. And this perm, well, it just may have to make a comeback.

I change my hair almost as often as I change clothes. And that’s often. And this perm, well, it just may have to make a comeback.

 My love for lipstick was clearly instilled in me at a very young age. Today, I carry approximately 7,402,497 different brands and colors on any given day. My oldest daughter loves lipstick as well, a bit too much. I often find her and her baby sister hiding in the corner of her bedroom, while she lathers up the babies entire face with the pink, sparkly lipstick. Yesterday, I caught the baby doing it to herself. Her entire forehead was coated with hot pink lipstick. I guess you could say the apple doesn’t fall far from the tree.

My love for lipstick was clearly instilled in me at a very young age. Today, I carry approximately 7,402,497 different brands and colors on any given day. My oldest daughter loves lipstick as well, a bit too much. I often find her and her baby sister hiding in the corner of her bedroom, while she lathers up the babies entire face with the pink, sparkly lipstick. Yesterday, I caught the baby doing it to herself. Her entire forehead was coated with hot pink lipstick. I guess you could say the apple doesn’t fall far from the tree.

 Lara Anne, my first born. She is my head strong, empathetic, calculated child. She is very timid in new situations, not the loudest child at the party by any means. I don’t have a shy bone in my body, so she’s challenged me to understand, love, accept and adore people that are entirely different than myself. This child of mine is a nurturer, just like her daddy, and I love that about her.  She also knows every word to Fancy by Reba McEntire, again, just like her daddy.

Lara Anne, my first born. She is my head strong, empathetic, calculated child. She is very timid in new situations, not the loudest child at the party by any means. I don’t have a shy bone in my body, so she’s challenged me to understand, love, accept and adore people that are entirely different than myself. This child of mine is a nurturer, just like her daddy, and I love that about her. She also knows every word to Fancy by Reba McEntire, again, just like her daddy.

 This man is the ranch to my french fries. He is patient, kind, and steadfastly loyal. He is gentle, yet tough on his girls, and always seems to have just the right balance. They listen to him more than they’ll ever listen to me, and look up to him more than he’ll ever take credit for. Because of these things, he’s also the sexiest man on earth.

This man is the ranch to my french fries. He is patient, kind, and steadfastly loyal. He is gentle, yet tough on his girls, and always seems to have just the right balance. They listen to him more than they’ll ever listen to me, and look up to him more than he’ll ever take credit for. Because of these things, he’s also the sexiest man on earth.

 I tease him for how stupid his jokes are 99% of the time, but this one must’ve been really, really funny. Or, it could’ve been the wine. Doesn’t wine make everything more laughable?

I tease him for how stupid his jokes are 99% of the time, but this one must’ve been really, really funny. Or, it could’ve been the wine. Doesn’t wine make everything more laughable?

 Lastly, it’s important that you know, we had children simply for the excuse to dress up every SINGLE Halloween. It’s our favorite holiday in the Xenos household, and we have the costume competition wins to prove it.

Lastly, it’s important that you know, we had children simply for the excuse to dress up every SINGLE Halloween. It’s our favorite holiday in the Xenos household, and we have the costume competition wins to prove it.

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 These are the two gentleman that lovingly told me my freckles were poop stains. That lit my Ken doll on fire one summer. And called me “two-backs” before I grew boobs. I’m convinced this is why the Lord gave me two little girls.

These are the two gentleman that lovingly told me my freckles were poop stains. That lit my Ken doll on fire one summer. And called me “two-backs” before I grew boobs. I’m convinced this is why the Lord gave me two little girls.

 These two little souls bring so much crazy and so much love into our lives every, single, day. The way they love eachother is like nothing I’ve ever seen, and if one more person suggests that raising all girls is a nightmare, i’m going to punch them in the face.  #GirlPower

These two little souls bring so much crazy and so much love into our lives every, single, day. The way they love eachother is like nothing I’ve ever seen, and if one more person suggests that raising all girls is a nightmare, i’m going to punch them in the face. #GirlPower

 My sweet, Sadie June. She is fiery hot, with a temper that can put any grown up to shame. She is just like her momma in every ounce of her personality. Because of this, we seem to understand each other in a way I never thought possible. She loves having her hair in a ponytail, just so she can rip the ponytail right out and attempt to eat it.  And her food, she prefers on the floor versus in her mouth. She brings so much laughter to our everyday world and while everyone says this, I couldn’t imagine our family without this little bubbah. Or “bubba’s” as her sister lovingly calls her.

My sweet, Sadie June. She is fiery hot, with a temper that can put any grown up to shame. She is just like her momma in every ounce of her personality. Because of this, we seem to understand each other in a way I never thought possible. She loves having her hair in a ponytail, just so she can rip the ponytail right out and attempt to eat it. And her food, she prefers on the floor versus in her mouth. She brings so much laughter to our everyday world and while everyone says this, I couldn’t imagine our family without this little bubbah. Or “bubba’s” as her sister lovingly calls her.

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