Obligatory New Year Update Time!

LOOK AT HOW FREAKING COLD IT IS HERE.

LOOK AT HOW FREAKING COLD IT IS HERE.

Ah hey readers! I’m blogging to you live from frigid Ft. Drum in upstate New York. I’m pretty sure I’m going to start petitioning mother nature to let up on the freezer factor… this is inhumane! We need commercials alerting people to this level of cold. I mean, my car won’t even start! WHAT KIND OF COLD STOPS CARS? horrific, really.

Anyway.

In an attempt to follow the laws of blogging, I’m just putting a quick this-is-what-I’m-up-to blog post up. I also have been kinda neglecting you all again. commitment issues, anyone?

I did finish my pharmacy tech class (I got an A, of course). What does that mean to you? Well, I’ll hopefully have some more time (for now) to write some posts.

I hope everyone had a great Christmas (I felt like a post about my kids getting more things than they needed, playing a lot, and wearing cute dresses was unnecessary). Here’s some cute pictures of them though…

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Priorities.

There are several things that go through the average mother’s mind when she hears her child scream. Usually. Unless you’re me.
When I hear one my girls shrieking from the other room, my brain goes into ‘priority mode’. It actually amazes me how quickly my brain can analyze the type of scream. Then, of course, based off of the analysis, I determine the priority level, then decide if I’m even really going to do anything about it. It’s kind of like when moms know the specific cries of their newborns.

The single scream: priority level 5 : from Haley: Harper is existing near her, from Harper: something inanimate isn’t moving out of the way or Haley is existing hear her, in general: someone’s not sharing something.
Action: fight to the death.

Harper’s extended scream of doom: priority level 3: Harper has something she probably shouldn’t and Haley is looking at her.
Action: yell for them to stop since that scream will not end itself.

Haley’s extended scream of doom: priority level 4 (if followed by crying, priority level 2): this one is a gamble. The scream alone probably means Harper is standing, sitting, or jumping on Haley and it’s annoying her. If followed by a cry, she’s probably actually hurt.
Action: yelling ‘knock it off’ should do the trick, unless there is crying.. crying means I need to investigate.

Screaming in unison: priority level 5: they’re fighting over something.
Action: nah.

THAT scream: priority level 1: you know what I’m talking about. That one scream that means bad is happening. Someone’s hurt. Hurt or stuck. If it’s Harper, I will probably end up either laughing or crying. If it’s Haley, bad is happening. OR her sister took one of her coveted stuffed animals/her blanket because that shit is no joke. Or she’s hurt.
Action: time to go in and laugh, cry, or lay down the law.

There is a lot of wiggle room. Judgments are passed, decisions made, actions executed, but at the end of the day, these general guidelines seem to be pretty accurate. Again, when amazes me is the fact that my brain cycles through all of this each tome one of those little monkeys screams… no wonder I’m so freaking tired at the end of the day!

 

Dear Children,

Dear children,

If you cold read, I probably wouldn’t post this….

I have here, a list of things I would LOVE to tell you two little… darlings, but won’t because it will either break your baby hearts OR I simply can’t find a way to say it without cursing at you… Mommy loves you.

1. I DON’T WANT TO KISS YOU WHILE I’M ON THE TOILET. This is pretty self explanatory. Mommy’s “potty time” is already compromised by the fact that I can’t go to the bathroom in peace. Please do not open the door, come up to me, try to kiss me, then scream at me when I don’t want to kiss and poop at the same time (yes, mommies poop, too.)

2. YOU KNOW WHAT’S NOT CUTE? WAKING MY UP BY WHINING. Sorry, babies. I love you and all and there’s nothing that I would (theoretically) love more than to wake up to your cute little faces in the morning. But that horrid screech-whine hybrid noise that comes from your face-hole at whatever-o-clock in the morning just kills it for me. Be silent until I’ve had my coffee.

3. I JUST DON’T WANT TO SHARE WITH YOU. MINE, MINE, MINE. Go away when I’m eating, on the computer, drinking from my water bottle, or sneaking a snack. It’s bad enough that I guilt myself for stealing chocolate covered pretzels in general… don’t draw attention to it! My snack. And lunch? No, kids, I fed you already… Hit the road.

4. SURE IT WAS CUTE THE FIRST TIME, IT’S JUST ANNOYING NOW. Okay, it was kind of cute when you spun yourselves dizzy, flipped over the couch, and hung upside down in a weird-ass head stand thing, but let it go. I just can’t fake interest that long.

5. IT’S TRUE. I REALLY CAN’T WAIT TO DROP YOU OFF SOMEWHERE AND DO NOTHING…. WITHOUT YOU. I mean I love you.. so, so, so much and I always will. But holy Christ, you guys are just too much sometimes. I’ll say it, sometimes I just want to drop you off somewhere and sit in the house and do nothing.

If these little confessions (and trust me, there are the little ones, you KNOW there are others) make me a mean or bad mommy, then so be it… but I’m sure I’m not the only one. I love you little turds, but sometimes you make me want to hide in a corner for days at a time (that’s not weird).

 

Reblog: Make Your Own Baby Wipes.

This popped up on my news feed on Facebook (Compliments of Stay a Stay at Home Mom) and I had to share it… I’m tempted to try this out, but if anyone else does before I get a chance to, please share!

 

To make your own disposable home made baby wipes you will need:

  • Large container with square lid
  • Bounty paper towels (select a size variety)
  • Baby wash
  • Baby oil (optional)
  • Water

You can do this without the baby oil if you prefer or if you just want to reduce the cost a bit more. Now that you have what you need, here are simple instructions to make your own disposable baby wipes:

1. Cut the roll of paper towels in half, as shown in the picture.

home-made-baby-wipes-03; tough decisions sign2. Push the cardboard roll out from the center of your Bounty roll and throw away (or recycle).

3. Put your paper towels in the Tupperware container. 

4. Mix 2 cups of water, 2 tbsp baby wash, and 2 tbsp baby oil in a bowl.

5. Pour the water mixture over the paper towels in the Tupperware container.

6. Put the lid on your container and shake it up.

That’s it! You have just made your own disposable baby wipes for a fraction of the cost charged in local stores. Any stay at home mom can do this…and it is so fast that working moms even have time for it!

You should wait at least an hour before using your home made disposable wipes. I like to give mine a shake before I open them

 

Here’s the original post.

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!

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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