Hi, I’m Kacie! I’m an MK (missionary kid) TCK (third-culture kid) currently raising TCKs in Shanghai, China. I’ve travelled to or lived in at least 26 countries and I thought I was done with a life overseas. Now, here I am raising my mini-macs outside of my passport country, something I thought I would never do. And you know what? I’m okay with it!
When I started this blog I had no thoughts of moving back overseas. I was a cloth diapering, baby wearing, granola mom. Now I’m a mom of three kids three and under and just trying to keep everyone alive.
I can’t promise that I’ll blog everyday, but when I do I’ll try to keep it real. This means I will not be generating DIY projects or messy play ideas, the most amazing “easy” (said with Joey Tribbiani “air quotes” flare) recipes or most put together style ideas. Nothing against those blogs, I LOVE to read them and follow them on pintrest. Every. Day. But I DO NOT blog about them.
What I do blog about: cross cultural communication and identity issues, parenting lots of littles close in age, life as an ex-pat in Shanghai, China, travel, running, babywearing, following Jesus, life in general, all and none of the above.
This is the place to come if you want to feel better about yourself as a parent. For example, this is what my daughter is doing as I write this post. Was doing. Now she’s eating the chips from a pile off the floor.
Make sure to bring your grain of salt and bottle of wine. Read during the kids nap time or after your toddler has reduced you into a puddle of tears in the hallway after playing in her poopy diaper because you will laugh. You will cry. You may run away screaming.
My mom said my stories make her sad. My friends without children say my stories make them want to wait a while to start a family. My friends with kids say I should write a book. At the very least I need to have other people share in craziness of raising little kids in a foreign country.
I need to wrap this up. I’m pretty sure my toddler has poop running down her leg and my toothless baby has gone after the pile of chips on the floor.
“A sense of humor is needed armor. Joy in one’s heart and some laughter on one’s lips is a sign that the person down deep has a pretty good grasp of life.” -Hugh Sydney
“Against the assault of laughter nothing can stand.” -Mark Twain
“If I can’t laugh at myself, other people will laugh for me.” -anonymous/me