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Rediscovering Melissa Life inside our 113-year-old Wisconsin farmhouse
Marriage, motherhood, and everyday real life
Mount Horeb, WI
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05/28/2026

Real morning sounds around our 113-year-old Wisconsin farmhouse šŸ¤ Some mornings feel repetitive — laundry, watering flowers, checking the garden, reheating coffee — but one day I know I’ll miss these ordinary little routines. The creaky floors, birds singing from the porch, dogs waiting at the door, and a quiet cup of coffee before the boys wake up too much. This is the kind of slow Midwest life I always want to remember.



05/27/2026

Come on and sit on my porch for a few minutes
Finding peace in slowing down in life while
rocking on the front porch... life is good

05/27/2026

surprised the boys with a swing hanging from one of our pine trees tonight šŸ¤

So when Daddy’s work truck appeared on the horizon after work, the mission officially began.

One minute we were hanging the swing in the golden evening sun… the next I was accidentally knocking Boone over like a human wrecking ball while trying it out myself šŸ˜‚

Then after supper and showers, Daddy came back outside to push the boys while the sun started going down behind our old farmhouse.

Honestly, these are the kinds of evenings I wish I could bottle up forever.

Simple moments always end up meaning the most.

05/26/2026

POV: you’re spending a quiet morning in our 113-year-old Wisconsin farmhouse before the chaos of the day fully kicks in šŸ¤

Camping laundry, frozen waffles, dogs begging for cheese, birds singing, coffee brewing, and one peaceful moment on the porch before motherhood starts moving fast again.

Sometimes the simplest mornings end up being the ones I want to remember forever.

05/25/2026

I think this video speaks for itself ā¤ļø Enjoy the sounds of our home.

Warning: long post and talks of su***de3 years ago (yesterday), I checked myself into the adult psychiatry unit of the s...
05/25/2026

Warning: long post and talks of su***de

3 years ago (yesterday), I checked myself into the adult psychiatry unit of the same hospital I spent a week in before giving birth to Rip, and where Rip then spent 53 days in the NICU.

Postpartum depression had gotten the best of me, and I could no longer hide it. I didn’t want to live any more, plain and simple. I thought Boone and Rip would be better off without me. Cole could easily find a better wife. I hardly talked with my parents or my brother so what’s the difference anyways?

I went in for a checkup with my doctor and told him I was suicidal, and long story short, he asked if I wanted him to call an ambulance. I said no, I’d drive myself to the hospital. I picked up Kaitlin for moral support, and went to the ER.

Hours and hours later, I was admitted and went through the winding halls to the psych unit. Just admitting out loud how badly I was struggling, how much unisom I was taking to sleep, how numb I was to literally everything… saying all of that out loud was a weight off my chest.

Mind you, this is now 7 months after we brought Rip home… almost 9 months after he was born. I was on autopilot for the first months of his life. Slowly, I started coming back to reality, and slowly, all the trauma started catching up with me; the trauma of picking zuccini with Boone in the morning with no care in the world, to being admitted to the hospital and being told I’d be there until I gave birth (at that point, I was just over 28 weeks) all in the matter of 10 hours.. to having a preemie baby and not being able to hold my baby without assistance from nurses, or him being hooked up to monitors and chords.. to going to the NICU every day by myself and being there physically but mentally, I don’t even know where my brain was. I disassociated.

Anyways, it took all that time for the trauma to catch up. And when it hit, it hit, and I just couldn’t handle it. I tried fighting and hiding it. I tried medication, but my OB/GYN literally said what I was experiencing was worse than she could prescribe. Sigh..

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05/25/2026

We accidentally took a weekend completely off-grid while camping in Wisconsin… and honestly, I think we all needed it more than we realized. šŸ¤

No scrolling. No emails. Barely any cell service. Just campfires, sandy feet, coffee in the mornings, Shrek 2 before bed, and little boys making memories outside instead of staring at screens.

Watching my kids run straight into the lake fully dressed after being ā€œtoo scaredā€ to swim 5 minutes earlier might’ve been my favorite moment of the whole trip. These are the weekends I know they’ll remember someday.

Simple weekends > perfect ones.

What’s one ā€œsimpleā€ family tradition your kids ask for every single trip? Ours is apparently Shrek 2 and popcorn every night šŸ˜‚

05/22/2026

Life lately around our 113-year-old Wisconsin farmhouse.

It’s been a crazy week here, so I haven’t had the chance to film my usual content, but here are some clips from life lately ā¤ļø

05/19/2026

A slower, more chaotic morning in our 113-year-old Wisconsin farmhouse šŸ¤

I’ve been dealing with a lot of jaw and tooth pain the last few days, so sleep didn’t happen much last night. The boys stayed cuddled in bed with me longer this morning, and honestly… I needed it.

Dozer’s also struggling a little today. He had another infusion at the vet yesterday, and I’m really hoping it kicks in before we go camping this weekend. Seeing him favor his leg again breaks my heart.

Still managed to get breakfast made, laundry started, and eventually coffee in hand ā˜• Sometimes motherhood looks productive… and sometimes it’s just surviving the morning one task at a time.

If you love slow mornings, farmhouse routines, blue-collar family life, cozy home moments, and real-life motherhood — follow along šŸ¤



05/19/2026

A chaotic Monday in our 113-year-old Wisconsin farmhouse šŸ«¶šŸ»
Started the morning with coffee and creaky stairs, spent part of the day at the vet with Dozer, somehow ended up buying more flowers and plants for the garden beds, and wrapped the night up with Daddy getting home from work and the boys ā€œwatering flowersā€ in the yard šŸ˜‚

These are the days I’ll probably miss someday — messy, busy, loud, and full of little moments in between errands and exhaustion. Midwest mom life isn’t glamorous, but it’s ours. šŸ¤

Tomorrow: planting flowers and finally getting the porch and garden beds looking the way I’ve been envisioning them all winter.

Do your Mondays feel productive… or like absolute survival mode too? šŸ˜‚ Follow along for more real-life farmhouse motherhood, cozy routines, blue-collar family life, and Midwest living.

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