Monday Morning Happiness! (the winner)

Well, though my giveaway didn’t quite drum up as many Facebook followers and participation as I had hoped, I am still pleased with the results and happy I am able to make someone’s Monday a little brighter!

The winner has been posted for my giveaway and notified via e-mail, but to make things easier, Tamar, comeee onnn downnnnnnn!

We’ll do this again some time…. any ideas on how to improve my giveaway success? Leave me some feedback below ūüôā

Happy Monday!

 

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What my Girls are Teaching me About Self Image. (RealTalk)

Haley has been kind of a pain in the ass about getting dressed lately, specifically when it comes to what fits her. She’s teeny and although she turned 4 in July, she still fits into some 3t things (especially her pants). Her closet is mostly 4t stuff except for ¬†few pairs of jeans and a shirt of two which made the “it still fits her” cut when we packed away summer clothes and stuff she grew out of. (there’s a point to this)

A while back, she asked me about why her clothes are only 3 and why her sister is 12, even though sissy is smaller. Later, when I had to pack away one of her favorite shirts because it didn’t fit anymore, I told her that she was 4 and that meant that she got to wear 4t things. (I’m getting there…)

Yesterday, I was packing away the last of the clothes (you know, those few things that slip through because they were in the wash when you packed stuff away?) and I asked her if a pair of sweatpants still fit her or if they were too short (her waist fits into a lit of 3t, but they are to short on her) and she immediately just asked me what size the pants were. Now, the pants were a size 3t, and I knew that, but I knew she wore them, since they were in the wash. What got me was that she never even¬†looked¬†at the pants to see what I was asking her about, only for the size. Had I told her they were a 3, she would have said they were too small and packed them away, but instead, I asked responded with “I didn’t ask you what size they were, I asked you if they were too short.” And she responded with “no” (she later tried them on and they fit her fine)

This got me thinking: What is it about us that makes up focus so much on the size of our pants? It couldn’t possibly be drilled into her head that she’s got to fit into “her” size already, could it? Surely not. Her response really drove home the emphasis that even I put on my pants size. I’m sure this is just a phase or something I’m making a mountain out of, but it really got me thinking.

At what age do girls start feeling pressure to look a certain way or fit into a certain size? I highly doubt Haley didn’t want to keep 3t sweats because she was going to be made fun of for wearing them, but what if she did? When will she? I know that body image and confidence are sensitive subjects, and I know that she is old enough to hear someone call her fat and get upset by it, but is she old enough to care about what the scale or tag say?

Why¬†do we have such an infatuation with numbers? Why can’t most people just go by how they¬†feel? That’s something that I have been asking myself for the last day or so since I had this epiphany (the pink pants epiphany). If anyone is interested in weighing in, feel free.

Also, with the weekend closing in, I just want to remind everyone that my giveaway ends Monday at midnight!

Success is an Empty Laundry Basket.

I’m talking about you, laundry room.

No one likes laundry. It’s pretty much proven by science. My least favorite part is hanging stuff up (I hate it more than folding stuff). I would probably never even go IN my laundry room if it weren’t a hallway area that I need to pass through to get to my bedroom.

Today is day 2 of laundry for me and I’m proud to report ALL OF MY LAUNDRY IS DONE

That’s right! Towels, kids clothes, mine and hubby’s clothes, all done!

Seeing this laundry-less side of life makes me what to change and be a better person; get the laundry done as it’s dirtied. We all know people don’t do this…. but hey, a girl can dream.

And that, kids, is the story of the time I went against my best instincts, and conquered the laundry-beast.

Learn from my legacy.

And don’t forget to enter my giveaway!

Checking in With Another A+1c!

Went back to my endo earlier this week for some good news. A1c is at 6.4…. up .2 from my last test about 6 months ago, but still down from 6.7, which was the result from last November. As long as I keep hovering near control and don’t cross the line, I’ll be content.

BG readings are a little on the higher side after dinner, and getting close to the high side in the morning, I’ll be keeping an eye on that in the future.

Hope everyone is doing as well… Don’t forget to check out my 100 Blogaversary post and giveaway!

 

100th Blog-stravaganza! (a giveaway?!)

So, it’s been a little longer than I originally anticipated and to be honest, it’s putting a lot of pressure on me to do something really great for this post. I was awake a lot last night and I started thinking of ideas for what to do and say and post about and here’s what I came up with:

Nothing.

I did decide that I’m gonna host a little giveaway to celebrate my 100th post, though! Also, I’m feeling pretty legit, reaching 100 posts and all, so I’m going to make myself a Facebook page for this blog!

With the holidays coming up (I keep telling myself that I’m gonna start early with my shopping), I’m giving away a little head start. Enter this giveaway for an awesome custom wood-photo project, perfect for, well anyone (including yourself, if you want!) An alternative: you can also win one of my diabetes bags (they can be found in the “Upgrade your D-Bags tab”), just let me know that you want that instead in the comments section!

Here’s the last one I made. I made this clock for my hubby with a picture on it of the girls. He loves it. You don’t have to have a clock, it was be whatever you want. There are trays, planks, all kinds of things!

clock!

To enter for this, just refer to the rafflecopter link and go from there!

Thanks for sticking with me for 100 posts, here’s to the next 100!

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