Momo in Paris


My given name is Amy Elizabeth, but my Step Sons call me Momo.  My husband and I raise our boys in West Bend, WI fifty percent of the time sharing custody with their Mom. I never gave birth to children of my own, and I consider it a true gift that I get to help raise these little mini men.  Don’t get me wrong, of course it is a challenge, but everything worth while is.


I don’t like to be defined as a “Step Mom” even though I love writing this blog.  I would say that I am a strong woman with a creative spirit that sees beauty in everything.  There are so many individual traits that make us unique.  I love the way wet paint feels on my fingers when I hold a brush to canvas.  Watching birds is a passion that reminds me that even the frail can be fearless.  I love wearing pearls and lace to remember that even a bold personality can be feminine.  I feel it is our unique traits that need to be nurtured to grow, yet for busy women like us – they tend to be the most neglected.  No matter how similar or different we are, one thing is certain.  We both know that being a Step Mom is one hell of a roller coaster ride.


You – I want to learn more about you.  I want to hear about your great days, and be here for the bad ones.  Step Mom’s lock so much inside, not daring to really talk about their emotional turmoil.  We rarely have a place to do so, but now you do.  I am so glad you are here.

Meet My Men

Mr. Magoo

Kevin…The man that makes me tingle all over with the excitement of the possibilities that are hidden in every ordinary day.  He pushes me to the highest levels of my capabilities, he is the secret to my success.  His tenacity and drive for life is a force to be reckoned with.  He is mine, I am his, and we share something beautiful.



Monkey's Toes

Monkey…He is 15, full of vigor and venom.  He squeals in the morning with delight as he runs from his shower, towel wrapped around his neck screaming that he can fly.  Unfortunately, often by the time the sun goes down, his light for life diminishes too.  He suffers from severe ADHD and speaks with a stutter.  Daily life is often a struggle for him, but through open communication we have built extreme trust in one another which helps us through many issues that arise.



Mojo's Hands

Mojo…He is 12, tenderhearted, and carries the strongest joy for simple things in his heart.  Quiet at times when I wish he wouldn’t be, he is such a gentle soul.  In many ways he is his father all over again, his cunning spirit is starting to break through his childhood innocence.  I think he has a few tricks up his sleeve that we all may be shocked by as the future unfolds.


As time marches on I will share more family photos, however never completely revealing my boys full identities – their choice and I respect that.