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And that, my friends, is a sentence I never thought I would ever say.

It started one day last year as Ozzy cried when the garbage truck pulled away. We would look forward to garbage day all week long, and when Friday would finally roll around we’d would perch outside on our front steps waiting for the garbage man to collect the trash.  They would come and we would stand and cheer, and wave to them–then they’d be gone. It was  all too fast for my little man to handle.  He needed more.

So, I went on Youtube.

If you’ve never looked, well I can tell you that there is a plethora of garbage trucks videos on Youtube for kids with this same strange obsession. We watched all of them. Literally…all of them. When those were played out, we’d find more interesting videos. Soon none of my kids were watching TV or Netflix’s show at all anymore.  My bribery and reward systems changed from movies and TV time to specific youtubers they could or couldn’t watch that day. It was a strange and un expected phenomenon.

Almost immediately my girls started asking if they could film stuff and start a channel. I always came from a place of no. More like….HELLLLLLL no.  Don’t even ask.  I felt like our lives were full enough as it was….non of us needed one more project. But they persisted—and persisted. For a solid year.

Then last month they came to Bronson and I with a note pad and paper. Zuri and Remi had made a business plan–with a vlogging schedule, and here’s the kicker…A signed loan request with an attached payment plan to buy a “special blogger camera they researched.”

We couldn’t say no.

Wanna know another strange and unexpected phenomenon? I like vlogging. Like, I really, really love it. As a blogger who has found it increasingly hard to pull time away from my kids to blog, then force my kids to take photos for the blog that they hate—well this vlogging thing is a world of difference. We hang out–do fun stuff –then edit footage together like a big puzzle–and we do it all together as a family.

It’s fun.

And this channel, guys, it’s all them. It’s Zuri’s, Remi’s and (kinda) Ozzy’s. They run the show. They’re the ones who come up with the ideas, do the research, and have all creative control–Bronson and I are designated “helpers.”

Mostly though, I’m just really proud of my kids–and I’m excited for you to get to know them for yourselves, instead of through me, ya know?

So with out further ado—-CLICK to watch our new youtube channel, the                                                                                                     ITTY BITTY CHRISTENSEN COMMITTEE! 


April 20, 2017 2 comments
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Since my last post we have moved into our new home, started everyone up in their new schools, and have created a whole new routine.

There’s a lot of ‘new’ in that sentence, isn’t there? And to be perfectly honest…it really does feels like a whole new life.

My friend Camila is staying with us for a few days, and while I was making dinner tonight she walked around and took some photos. The thing is though, I had no idea when she was taking pictures. I knew she was carrying her camera around—but that’s it.

And after looking at what she captured, I’ve decided Camila has this amazing ability to take honest photographs.

She captures things as they are–there’s no setting things up or staging anything. I love how you can see our parmesean cheese and Target bags out, and our mixed matched plates. There are un-made beds and clothes on the ground.

This is us…it shows that we live in this house. We do homework on laundry baskets here, and make dinner in that kitchen. This is only 1 hour and nine minutes out of our day, but I’m proud of this hour.



March 28, 2017 13 comments
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This past week has been crazier than usual for us….and that’s an understatement.

Everyday I would trek up to Costa Mesa after I dropped Remi off at her TK school, and have exactly 2 hours and 30 minutes to look at houses/schools before I would have to race back down to San Clemente to pick both girls back up.

We found one house we loved. Like, lovvvvvved, loved. There were already three applications in for it when we applied as well, (we found out early on in our search that people would offer more than the asking price to get one up on all other applicants–this is something we decided we wouldn’t do for just a rental property) so we didn’t think we would get it.

After 3 more days of searching and coming home, honestly, quite disheartened each day, I got the call that the house I loved was ours if we wanted it….I was SHOCKED! I really didn’t think we would get it. I was prepping for a month (or longer) of a grueling search, and this was only the first week–I am so happy and relieved, I really can’t even explain.

There was a catch, though…it’s ready for move in now. Like, right now.

So, we started packing like maniacs.

Everything feels a bit like a blur…it’s all happening so fast. We leave for my brother-in-laws wedding in Utah this week, then come back home for one week, then move.

Does this seem fast to you , too? It feels fast.

BUT! I’m deciding it’s best this way, because that in limbo, unsettled feeling sucks. This way, it’s a bit like ripping off a bandaid quickly…Less painful.

Anyway, that’s that.

As for now I’m living in a land of boxes, clutter, and half finished to-do’s…But I really can’t wait to show you our new spot.







January 30, 2017 12 comments
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It’s been so cold here lately, and I’ve realized I don’t quite know how to entertain my kids when we can’t just jump in the car and head to the ocean.  I’ve exhausted all the movie options and games that we can we do indoors—So, yesterday my friend Kirra and I decided to bundle up the kids and go to the beach anyway.

We ended up walking through all these sandy canyons at State Beach–and the kids loved, LOVED it.   They felt like true blue explorers.

Kirra only had her Iphone and ended up taking theeee cutest photos- I’ve decided she’s insanely talented and, of course, have to share.

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January 25, 2017 0 comment
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It is…Life has a funny way of throwing you a curve ball right when you think you’ve got it allllll figured out, doesn’t it?

For the last 6 months I’ve felt ready to pile another label onto my already full plate…I was settled finally, comfortable in our new home and town, healthy again, Bronson has been killing it at work, the kids are doing great, Ozzy’s not such a baby baby any longer..the time is now. I’ll start to write again.

Everything is in place.

So I started. Just last week. On Monday.

On Friday (of this same last week) a friendly realtor popped in while my kids and I were snuggled up on the couch hiding from the rain, to let me know not to worry….,”The offer on your rental house hasn’t gone completely through yet,  and you’ll get at least 60 days to move out since you’ve been here so long. It’s California law.”

Move out?

Is this house even for sell?



He informed me that our landlord and him had worked out a deal…a pocket listing. So there has been no sign in the yard, or notice to us, but yes.  It is for sale.  Actually, it’s in the process of selling.

We had the feeling this would happen, so I can’t say I was completely shocked…but shocked, nonetheless.

So, here I am. In limbo with you all once again.

HaHa.. I kind of have to laugh.

This time will be different, though. I’m not going to go away again to deal with the shenanigan that come along with being uprooted. I wont retreat into myself. I’ll stay with you this time around.

I was excited to intro you to our wonderful little San Clemente life we’ve created, and maybe I still can. We’ll see how this plays out…

But in the mean time, we’ve decided it’s best to start looking for houses in the Costa Mesa area where Bronson’s studio is. His commute is becoming a little draining, so I feel like that it’s time while the kids are still young. I would love it if anyone who may be from there, or has any connections in Costa Mesa could guide us along this process. I’m fully open to any and all advice…and especially open to any great rental properties-Fingers crossed!

Life is funny, guys, real funny.



January 23, 2017 7 comments
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I’ve been thinking…..With LoveChugs I never talked about anyone oustide of our little family, because, wellll, I think it was because I was the one choosing to display my life across the interweb…my friends and extended family were definitely not. I thought it may have been an invasion of their privacy to even talk about them.

One of the reasons I stopped with LoveChugs was because I felt like there were so many segregations of blog life and real life. What do I share? What do I keep private?

With the ‘private’ stuff piling up at that time….it became increasingly hard to share anything at all on the blog. I felt like a fake. A fraud. So much was going on behind the scenes—-and through all this I realized I’m an all or nothing type of girl. If I can’t share it all–I don’t feel inspired or motivated to share any of it.

This time around I’m including the important people in my life that make me, me. It makes more sense this way. It will give you a better, more well rounded idea of who we are.

So, without further ado…(whether they like it or not!) Meet my family!

These are my parents, Bill and Joy.

Bill is a food loving, beer drinking, invention making (I’m not kidding), sales guru. He’s also my dad. He’s the reason for my raunchy sense of humor, and non conformalistic attitude. He’s also got a great Instagram account rolling right now that I will shamelessly plug in. It’s: @bills_bottlesandbeers. Just follow it…I laugh at every caption.

This is Joy, my mom. I talk to her on the phone 2-3 times a day. She’s my ride or die…my best friend. And literally, my mama bear. If you’re mean to me, she doesn’t like you. That’s just how it goes. Her name explains her perfectly….she’s like a happy, joyful ray of sunshine that sings and dances around the house as she cleans.  Everyone that knows her LOVES her and wants to hog her all to themself. True story.

Onto my brother, RORY! Rory is 25, and the most talented mofo I know. He doesn’t have to try at anything, and is good at everything. It’s annoying, and cool. He’s has an especially awesome gift at playing electric guitar, though. He is completely self taught, and a master. Don’t believe me? Check it out yourself…his instagram is @rorymarkham (another shameless plug). You also need to know that I like Rory more than any human, ever.

Last but not least, (more like first) is my sister,  Haidyn. Haidyn is 13. She was born when I was 15, almost 16 years old. Haid is the most insane cheerleader there is. She’s only 13 and has been competeing in national competitions for 2 years. She’s crazy, and sweet, and kind, and funny, and so, so beautiful. Also, if my children had to choose who would survive out of a burning building, me or Haidyn, they would choose Haidyn. HAHA! Really, though. They would.

That’s them! My whole family. So, now that you know them—I can dump my enitre Iphone out and show you how awesome our recent trip to Cabo was. Joy and Billy took the the whole family for Christmas and it’s been my favorite vacation to date.

They rented theeee most insanse house in Los Zacatitos–and if you’re down to vacation out in the boonies of Mexico, I highly recommend it.

So in no particular order…Here we go!


January 20, 2017 4 comments
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Wow! I knew it would feel good to start connecting with you all again….but I never expected THIS!

Thank you guys for all the sweet comments and caring enough to read about me and my family. I appreciate it so, so much.

With that being said…I thought it would be good to catch everyone up on the kids, and where they’re at since its been so long.

From oldest to youngest!


Zuri is 8 1/2. Typing that out feels insane. My tiny 5 pound baby is an 8 year old.


Zuri is the kindest soul put on planet Earth.  She is so, so sensitive and sweet…and as we were talking in one of our car conversations (I’ll touch on car conversations in a later post–someone remind me when I forget!) she decided she’s probably the most empathetic person in the world.

In her words:”Cause, mom! I literally feel peoples sadness AND happiness. In commercials, or at the park, or sometimes when I see Ozzy is sad and you just think he’s feisty, but I KNOW he’s actually just sad. I can feel it.”

And I believe her. She feels other peoples emotions. She’s mine and Bronson’s caretaker as much as I both love/hate to admit that. Her little soul was sent here as a helper soul, so she helps the people around her.

She has a natural knack for singing, and a big case of shyness–But just let me tell you: this little tiny thing can belt. One day when she’s ready we’ll show you.

She has an awesome group of friends here, is learning to surf, and in gymnastics. She’s also is a movie buff. She has crazy adult-ish movie critiques, and understands and appreciates a good production. I love this about her.

Zuri is the 2nd mom in our house, always taking care of her siblings and herself. She’s uber responsible and I can say I haven’t had to wake her up, or get her ready for school in 2 years. She does everything all herself. When she’s ready from head to toe, she’ll wake up Bronson and he’ll walk her to school.

She’s not normal–we know this.

….we know this because of Remi

So, onto Remi!

Remi blows my mind on an hourly basis. She is 5 now but she talks to you like an 8 year old. Bronson and I have to remind ourselves to treat her according to her age, because we honestly forget she’s so little still since she acts like teenager.

One of the most amazing things about Remi is the fact that she’s different from most other kids (she has asthma and allergies) and never…and I really mean not EVER, has had pity party on herself, or has cried about being left out. (Me, on the other hand, I’ve cried enough to fill a boat. Never in front of her…but just saying). She’s amazing.

For example: It will be someones birthday at school and the child will lovingly bring cupcakes or cookies for all the students at school. Remi cant have anything with: soy, wheat, sesame seeds, nuts, cantaloupe, some melons, or shellfish in it. After more than two years trying to find food she’ll actually eat without these ingrediants in them—I can assure you that most ALL freaking kids foods and/or treats contain one or more of her allergies on that list.  So, I’ve sat back and watched as all the children scream, and jump up and down in anticipation to devour their treats—and Remi doesn’t partake, but she sits by her friends as they all share in this experience…. And guys, she is genuinely happy for all the kids around her. She is happy for their happiness! She’ll even come home giddy sometimes because she got treats that she can’t eat…BUT! She can give them to Zu and Ozzy.

I kind of cry typing it out. I’m really, really proud of how she handles this. She’s a freaking gem.

So beyond being the most understanding little human around, Remi also loves the stuff most kids hate, and says the strangest/most profound things imaginable to get a laugh out of whoever is in the room. Example: “Mom, is today tomorrow?” or another one…”Mom, if God created everything, who the heck created God?”

She loves makeup, youtube, animals,  and her friends. Her favorite thing to do is to hear stories about our pasts and how things came about— I think she gets this love for story from me. We really connect that way. And, I think I’ve said it before on Instagram, but Remi is just cool… Like a dope little kid you want to be friends with.

Speaking of little friends…


Ozzy my first and only boy, and my little best friend.

It”s funny, because as he runs around like the little mad man he is, people will often ask me what his name is, and I will yell back from wherever I’m chasing him and scream, “OZZY!”  Then they’ll be like,  “Ozzy! Of course he’s a wild child! You named him Ozzy!”

Exchanges like this happen more than I’d like to admit.

I remembering being so proud of my mothering skills with the girls in public when they were really little. They would never run in the road, or stray too far off from me, and always listen to my commands. I thought I was a pretty good safety mom. Then Ozzy happened, and whew. I quickly learned with him that sometimes its not the parenting–its the individual.

So, my day to day schedule looks like this: In the mornings I am always pretending to be a mean T-rex,  or nice ‘cerra-toppers” (triceratops). Ozzy is usually a raptor, a  t-rex , or pterodactyl.

By the afternoon when he’s not a dinosaur anymore, he morphs into a superhero. Right now he really likes the Hulk and Capa Merika! (captain america). I’m always a big, mean, un named-bad guy.

In between dinosaur/superhero fights he’s always “so hungy, mama!”, or wants to skateboard, ride his bike, or go get surfin’ donuts. Even though he’s constantly all over the place, he does settle down every now and again and loves to snuggle with a blanky and me or his dad right by his side.

He’s also naked all the time–so be prepared, and don’t say I didn’t warn you.

He is truly the light of all our lives as cheesy as that sounds, but we laugh, and laugh with him in our home-We also don’t go out to eat as much now that he’s around because restaurants and him do not mix…..I know you other mothers reading that understand wholly–I have to explain no further.

But that’s it! This is where we’re at right now… Right this second. The last 2 years have been really cool in the fact I had them all to myself. I’ve always worked while being a mom, or had side gigs like esthetics, and the blog for so long—So, these last couple years were my first real experience with being a fully stay-at-home mom–un-interrupted. There are a lot of things I’m grateful for, but I’m so grateful I had the experience I did with them for the last two years.   These little people are my best friends and motivation in life. ….And all this blog stuff…..it’s a little for me, to connect to you, but its mostly for them.

So kids…You better read this one day!



January 18, 2017 14 comments
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Hello friends!

I’m back!!!!!!!!!

And do you like the revamp? DoubleYou Dot is an evolvement of LoveChugs, and more me this time around.

Just as I had nailed what I thought was the last nail into my blogging coffin (really everyone, I was done…deceased….no more blog….ever!)  the girls over at Blog Doo recreated this whole new, beautiful space for me—and then those damn wheels starting turning in my head again–and it happened.  I’m officially back on board.

I’m a blogger.

(WHOA. I felt a little alcoholics anonymous typing that out. So, weird. -I’ll have to explore on that issue more later.)

Sooooo. What’s up? Where have you been? you ask…

I could start by spilling all my guts about whats happened over the last 3 years.

The juicy details like:

How I had my third baby, put on the RISE Festival, got life altering surgery on MY FACE that had some pretty horrible and annoying post op problems, or how Bronson almost died in front of my very eyes one night, or how we ended up homeless, jobless, and possessionless all within 6 weeks.

Yes, guys… alllllll that. All .of it.  Within 6 weeks. Then we have  to add my daughters diagnosis of being allergic to basically all good tasting/edible children food, plus animals, trees, and grasses…. To my other daughters development of crippling anxiety…To moving 3 times. Did I mention I just had a newborn baby? Oh yes! I did. 

Inevitably,  all this together lead up to my ultimate physical, mental, and spiritual shut down of 2015.

Whew-its a lot.

And like I said before, it’s juicy, too.

But that will have to come later.

For now, I thought the best way to comeback would be to show you guys what my day to day life looks like at the moment. It’s this: 

We moved to the beach and I’ve done nothing but mother these beautiful babies for the past 2 1/2 years and watch Netflix with Bronson at night. We go to the beach, and eat at the same 3 restaurants in town over, and over, and over again.  We don’t go shopping anymore because for the most part we stopped wearing clothes.  We switched them out for bathing suits and coverups. And Ozzy, is, well…Ozzy is just naked all of the time

I’m telling you this now as a heads up…Our life is not all glamorous. It’s not fancy, and it sure as hell wont be curated. It’s not even interesting, really, but I’ve realized it’s my calling while I’m here to share my life.

So, that’s what I’ll do. Share.

No matter how much it sometimes makes me uncomfortable, or makes me feel like a “me-monster” (you know the type:  Look at me! Look how I eat! Look how I shop! This is what I wear! Me! Me! Me! My! My! My! Blah… Blah…Blah…), I feel a need…meh.. more like a knowing, yup, a knowing that I need  to document it all.

It feels good to back.


P.S. Did I mention that I missed you. Cause ohhhh boy, did I miss you! I can’t wait for that online friend club to be back in full swing.

P.S.S One more shout out to Lauryn and Erica over Blog Doo for creating my new space—I wouldn’t have done this without their talents and encouragement!

January 16, 2017 38 comments
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Dearest Baby Kids,

Today I went to Costco and I got lost in the parking lot.

 Lost Lost.

It was the only time I’ve been to the store here without all you weirdos, and I realized I’ve never had to even think about where I park normally because, Zuri, you do it for me. You are a wiz with directions and remembering things that I am horrible at-like where I parked the car.

I roamed and roamed…I want to say I looked for at least 20 minutes, and the whole time I was pushing a cart bigger than my body that I had to peek sideways over to see where I was going.
I honestly felt like I was being Punk’d, then I thought the car got stolen.  I just couldn’t believe I was really that lost, but then I realized with my inability to be aware of my surroundings mixed with Costco deciding to set up a maze style parking lot in the stupidest semi circle with 2 different “lots” in each section, that it was bound to happen to me sooner or later.

So, after starting at one end and working my way alllll the way to other, just to re-start my search back over at the very beginning…I found the car

I got home and started putting the groceries away where, Ozzy, you were extra clingy because I had left you for 2 whole hours, so you were letting me have it by not letting me out of your sight. I tried to distract you by giving you a ginormous marshmallow and it worked for about three minutes but that wasn’t enough…You needed to be touching me…No. You needed to be crawling on me.

So I stopped putting away groceries to sit in the pantry with you, and I took off my shirt.

I let you slime me (and yourself) with half chewed marshmallow smudge mixed with other floor goo until there was no more marshmallow to spread around.

Remi, then you and Auntie Haidyn came into the kitchen and neither of you said a thing. Not a word. I realized something in that moment that prompted me to even write this to you guys, and that is:

You guys didn’t say anything about the messy/strange/half naked scene you walked into because that scene is our normal.

Right now our life is messy. I’m messy. All of you are messy. None of us do our hair and we’re happy if everyone has clothes on, and most days I truly don’t even recognize myself in the mirror. We’re flying by the seat of our pants 98% of the time, and there is no way I can commit to anyone or anything else, because I’m barely hanging on.

Being a mom is hard. It just is. You guys aren’t hard, though…you’re the best kids, you really are…Parenthood is hard. I strive to live with intent vs. living out of habit, but I hate to admit that sometimes I’m just too tired. My intent these days is to get to 9pm somewhat peacefully so we can all go to bed, and I can mindlessly watch an hour of TV.
And Guys… that’s a sucky intent. I don’t want you  to live with a tired mom, but I really am sooooo tired. And I’m sorry about that.

So, your dad and I have these pep talks probably once a weekish. We’ll take turns being tough when the other feels weak, and they always go something like,

“They’re all so little right now…they each need help with everything they do. Ozzy will take a bottle soon, (probably not–but we like to dream) and we’re outnumbered, babe. Don’t be so hard on yourself. Plus, Think about what a year will do! In a year, each of them will be a little more self sufficient. They can help out more…we’ll be more settled. We’ll sleep! Oh my gosh! We’ll actually be sleeping through the night a year from now.”

Those always make me feel good, and then immediately sad, because in a year-it’s true, it will be easier, but you’ll also be older. Too old. I won’t have a baby baby anymore, and Zu and Rems, you guys already seem like pre teens, so I can only imagine how different that will all actually be.

It’s a bit ironic that the ages you are now (6,3,and 9months) has been my hardest yet most favorite of the whole time I’ve gotten to be your mom. All of you are hilarious in your own way, and in different phases of the most exciting self discovery. I absolutely love it. I don’t want it to change, I really don’t, but I’m also looking forward to what our future holds, too.

And I’m going to try to do better, guys. I really am.

I love you little munchkins a disgusting amount, marshmallow goo and all.


June 27, 2015 4 comments
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Remi my darling girl,

Today started with me shaking you awake and your first words before you even opened your eyes were a very grumpy, “Nooooo.”

Then, in my hopes to distract you out of your early morning mood, I told you about how our skunk friends, Pepe le Pew and his baby, le Bebe, came again last night, but this time they ripped up our trash leaving a huge, gigantic mess outside.

This worked and got you up and out of bed to look at the scene of the crime.

As we walked Zuri to school you were reeling about how your sister took the dress you put out last night for YOU, “Not for zeweeee!” you kept saying over and over again.

We we were ignoring you a bit as we walked, then finally you said, “fine..but that dress does not fit you anymore, zu! ….and  I KNOW WHAT IM DOING! I get it when she gets back from school, mom.”

ha ha. You kill me, kid.  You didn’t ask…you just told us. This is pretty usual with you these days, missy. And I do have to admit that you really do know what you’re doing 95% of the time, which is impressive considering you’re still only 3.

Then we got home, made pancakes, and you started singing the nationwide song, “nationwide is on your side” in your best little voice ever as we ate. It was so cute…and I obviously let you watch wayyyy too much tv.

I love you,





April 22, 2015 1 comment
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