Meet the Brood.



 Hi! The name is Kelsey Renee. Although, only my Momma and kindergarten teacher Miss Anderson call me that. Most people just say Kelsey. Or Mommy. I gladly answer to Kelsey everyday. And Mommy? Well, most days I‘ll answer to that. Unless my kids are driving me batty that day … and on those days, my name is Roberta. Kidding, totally kidding. 

Born and raised in the southern state of Georgia, I love the sunshine, front porches, sweet tea and referring to a single person as y‘all.

I met my husband when I was only 15 and since the day we met, we’ve pretty much been inseparable. That was 12 short years ago. We went from Lovers Lane to the world of parenting 4 amazing little dudes in what seems like the blink of an eye. The creatures that made us Mommy and Daddy are Kollin, Kolt, Kruz and Kohen. It’s a mouthful, I know. Most of my days are filled with tattling, poop, laughter, snot, cuddles and Legos. There is never a dull moment here at The Nichols’ house and in some crazy kinda way, I love it.

More things I love? Jesus, the Georgia Bulldogs, an ice cold Coke, reading, having my nails painted pink, my MawMaw‘s spaghetti, Target, photography, pedicures, leggings and fuzzy socks. I am a total sucker for my husband’s one-liners, a bouquet of flowers, Starbucks, Hobby Lobby and babies.

And speaking of babies, I love being pregnant and if the world didn’t think I was too insane, I’d have about fifteen kids. The even crazier part? My husband would have no second thoughts about it.

I am addicted to shows like Teen Mom and Sister Wives.
I am overly stoked about starting the process of fostering to adopt an amazing kid (or kids) who I don't even know yet. I am a homeschooling Momma.

I love an organized house and can’t seem to organize one single room around here. My ‘Crafts to Try’ Pinterest board is overflowing and the craftiest I get is a cute wreath on the front door - which I am so proud of! I totally loathe women who can dress so fashionably even just to push the massive car buggy around at the grocery store and those who have the ability to decorate a house with great skill without even trying- I can do neither. It takes me about 45 minutes to pick an outfit out and that’s after changing about 10 times. And decorating? Pssssh, I’m calling a girlfriend over for that.

So there. More about me, your blogger. Maybe more than you asked for or were wondering about, but this plus so much more is what makes me, me. So, as we say in the South, “What’s your hurry? Sit and stay a while …”