Monday, October 29, 2012


Now that we have had time to wind down from the Bieber concert on Friday night, I'm forcing myself to put it into words.  And, of course, pictures.  It was definitely one for the books but I'm pooped.  Holly had a blast. Last night she told me that Friday felt like a dream.

Since the Bieb's was in KC, we went to the concert with some of our favorite cousins.  The Thelan family!  Holly is obsessed with these girls so it's always great to visit them.

Emma, Lilly, and Holly trying to contain their excitement before the concert

It wasn't Holly's first concert because Aunt Kenzie took her to Miley Cyrus a few years ago.  However, it was super fun for me to see how excited she was with Emma and Lily.  I went to my first concert with my sister, Mandy and my cousin, Keli when I was Holly's age.  Keli is Emma and Lily's mom.  Since that was 20 something years ago, obviously we went to KNOTB and wore Joey McEntire buttons all over our hyper color shirts.  We screamed "WE LOVE YOU" from the nose bleed like it was our job.  Full circle, baby.

Holly had a smile plastered to her face the entire concert.  Cody Simpson opened the show with his adorable Aussie accent.  We then jammed with Carly Rae Jepsen and Holly got to be a part of her first crowd "wave."   It's amazing how much she loved it.  She had so many questions about that wave.

Who started the wave?  How does everyone know how to do it?  Can I start another one?

Well, shoot.  If I would have know that's all it was going to take to make a memory like that, I would have rounded up the neighborhood for a quick "wave" down Barretts Drive.  Next year for sure.

Even though we paid a ton for the tickets and drove for 3 hours (and Holly loved the wave the best), I had so much fun making that memory with my gal and Aunt Kenzie!  I even think Aunt Kenz may have teared up when JB came out strapped to giant wings and hanging from the ceiling.  What a stud.

I totally stole that picture from Facebook.  Thanks, Stacy!

Besides Beib's singing "Never say Never,"  the excitement on Holly's face, and that cuties drum solo, my favorite part of the concert was when I received the following text message from several rows below us.  The Thelans definitely splurged more than us on their tickets and when I received this picture text, I laughed for 5 minutes so there is no way I cannot share it with you right now...

They could pretty much see the sweat dripping down his face onto his skinny jeans.

Here's a picture of me and Holls on Saturday at, you guessed it...Nebraska Dance, still on a Bieber high.  I wonder how many days in a row Holly will wear her new JB T-shirt.  We are 4 for 4 so far.

So, maybe Holly couldn't hear for about an hour after the concert but it was worth every second, every penny, and every time I heard that kid say "swaggy."  Just when I thought the trip couldn't have been topped off any better, last night I found a few gold mines on my Ipad.  If you ever need a smile, let's say for the rest of your life, remember this link and please please enjoy the following videos.

Thursday, October 18, 2012

The key to success

Today I attended Parent/Teacher Conferences at Willowdale Elementary.  Mark that down as October 18, 2012.  It's a day I don't want to forget.

I so remember when this day used to be stressful. It's when you know you have a really smart kid who is known for getting "N's" on all the life skills side of his report card. "N's for NEEDS IMPROVEMENT. Needs improvement on using time wisely, distracting others, finishing assignments on time, staying organized, paying attention, etc. It poses great confusion when the teach shows you his test scores.  Bazaar test scores.

Last year I considered homeschooling when his grades, for the first time ever, started to mirror his behavior checks. You would too if your kid who gets a 100% on every single test with never studying, starts to get C's on his report card because his homework assignments are all crumbled up in his desk. And he doesn't care. At all.  

For the record, Gage and I are not sticklers about getting perfect grades.  We are, however, sticklers about our kids working to their full potential.  Knowing that your child is not even close is so frustrating.

As I continued to weigh my options last year, something in him started to change. And it had nothing to do with school work.


I love a little boy who loves sports.  I love that my son watches Sports Center every morning before school and reads every issue of Sports Illustrated Kids cover to cover.

I also just want to say that I'm not against medication.  I believe it is sometimes necessary and does indeed work.  I also believe in a God who is bigger than anything and I believe in an enemy so evil that he fills the world with lies.

I also did not believe for one day that my son needed to be medicated. I think a mom just knows that sort of thing. I don't pretend to know things that I don't.  I enjoy harmony and don't mind asking for help.  But I know my son.  I have understanding his thoughts and feelings down to an art . I believe I'm sometimes the only one with that power. I thank God all the time for giving me that gift. I know this kid. Believe me, someone has to.

Let my son be an example that confidence is the key to success. Sammy's love for sports led to him making friends with kids who share his same interests. Which led to a huge boost of confidence. Which led to him not only trying harder in school but CARING about his grades.  He takes pride in finishing his homework on time and hasn't had one late assignment yet.  In fact, he rarely has homework because he uses his time SO wisely while in school that he finishes it there!  Today at conferences, his teacher used words like responsible and mature.  I still can't believe it.  
We did nothing different. I didn't medicate him or home school him.  I just paid closer attention to him.  I'm so in tune to my son that I find myself thinking about him constantly.  Just not in a concerned way anymore.  I've been his mom for 1/3 of my life and I think I finally got this down.  I'm so fired up about his future I could cry.  Happy tears.

Ladies and Gents, my favorite boy on the planet:

That's a perfect report card, folks.  We will celebrate by going to Vala's tomorrow.  Again.  Who's with us?

Sunday, October 14, 2012

Girlfriend update

First of all, thanks for all the love with my Momaha gig. I guess I have more readers than I thought. No pressure, eh?  I promise to keep you posted.

On a totally different note, I was flipping through some old posts and when I came across this one: Twin Cousins I thought WHOA NELLY it's time for an update.  Lucky you. 

Funniest photo shoot I've ever had...

Does this not scream senior picture pose?

BFF's for life.  Duh.  However, things have sure taken a different turn in the last 7 months.  It's  funny how we used to think that Stella would be the one dominating Mayzie.  Lazy Mayzie?  HA!  Try CRAZY Mayzie.  Stella is like a 40 year old woman.  She is dainty and girly and mature.  And a little bit (a lot bit) of a scaredy cat.  She is so girly and SO fragile that last week a fly made her cry.  I still can't believe I have THAT kid.

With that said, please allow me to update you on the Bull in Stella's china shop.

Mayzie is a nut.  Fearless and loud and freakishly strong.  Thank goodness opposites attract because they are going to be forever BF's.  However, until they start to appreciate each other's differences it's best to monitor their play time.  And by play time I mean bullying and by monitor I mean break up.

Yes, they fight over toys as all toddlers do and Mayzie always wins.  They are working through it because, let me tell you, these two girls are hopelessly devoted to each other.  Even though they fight, they practically melt in each others eyes. 

Mayzie:  I promise to kill every fly that tries to attack you.  With my bare hands.

I will never ever get sick of it.  Truth is, I'm thrilled that they are so different.  They are a perfect match.  Stella will definitely need someone to help her toughen up and Mayzie will often need reminded to act like a lady.  Stella will probably be the fashion bug and Mayzie will raid her closet before the HS football games.  Mayzie will probably be the funny one that makes friends so easily and Stella will totally let her cheat off her homework. 

peas and carrots

In conclusion, I would like to apologize to anyone who has not had the privilege of watching this precious relationship unfold.  If you are a significant part of the duos life, I would like to ask you to please not turn on the vacuum cleaner when either one is in ear shot.  Stella will have a complete meltdown.  She tends to hide and tremble behind furniture while Mayzie rides it.  Please and thank you.

              Stella:     Say "cheese," my mom is such a great photographer!
                           Mayzie:      Aunt Missy, this BETTER be the last one.  I hate this bow!

Tuesday, October 9, 2012

Guest blogger

Listen up readers! has asked me to be a guest blogger.  I'm pretty big time now.  I'm going to have to practice my autograph later because right now I need a topic!  What on earth do I write about?  Life as a mother of 3?  Too generic.  Being a working mother and wife?  My totally rad job? Or maybe my desire to never work again? Is it too risky to write about my faith?  I don't want to get banned!

Perhaps I should roll with my love for this city that I grew up in and LOVE raising my kids in.  That sounds safe.  Talking about my kids is what's easy and natural.  If it ain't broke, don't fix it.

Maybe I should write about spending 3/4 of my weekday hours in my minivan driving all over the city.  Now THAT could be something the readers relate to, right? Should I be funny? Or honest?  Careful or vulnerable?  Help!

I thought since we are about to go viral, I should tidy up the blog.  Here's a secret for ya: the misspelled "mobb" was not on purpose. I set this blog up on a total whim one day and decided to make it a New Year's resolution.  Spellcheck is my best friend (yes, Gage, I know I need it) but it failed me big time on day ONE. Since I truly didn't think anyone would ever read this blog, I didn't even notice OR care that the name was spelled wrong. In fact, I just left it and made it work when I noticed. It seemed like I did it on purpose because of how our last name is spelled. Got ya, didn't I?


Truth is, it bothers me from time to time that it's spelled like that.  But now I'm in too deep.  What if all 10 of my readers can't find the link?  (Mom? Sisters? Aunt Amy? You guys doing alright?) 

Just in case I've confused you, please let me distract you with a beautiful baby.

So, misspelled and imperfect, Cobbmobb is going big time.  Well, kinda.  If you consider Omaha big time.  I do.

I don't know when my guest appearance will be yet.  Until then, feel free to subscribe or become a follower on here to make me look cooler.  Thanks, friends!  (by friends I mean family and by family I mean the names mentioned above).


Friday, October 5, 2012

Fifty something

Today I'm celebrating my mom.  She's really rad.

There are so many things about my mom that make her the best.  She's funny and pretty and loving and makes a mean lasagna.  She gets herself out of near death experiences in the car on a daily basis and is able to function on 1.25 hours of sleep every night.  She's a machine.  One of my favorite things about my mom has always been the way she loves my dad.  She thinks he's the greatest thing since sliced bread (which I totally agree with).  My mom knows how to love and she loves with every ounce of her being.

Dear Mom,

I love you so much!  I'm so grateful for everything you are in my life.  My mom, my friend, my role model, my best babysitter, and the worlds greatest grandma.  My kids are obsessed with you.  Since "gifts" is not your love language, it works out nicely because I still haven't gotten you anything.  I will though.  (?)  Luckily, "quality time" IS your love language and that is why I'm excited to have you babysit my kids tonight have lunch with you today.  You don't look a day over 40.  Happy Birthday!

Love, Missy