tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-166619322024-03-07T16:05:08.259-06:00Adventures in Everyday LifeWho knew that life was such an adventure?Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11096318864189341010noreply@blogger.comBlogger1644125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16661932.post-40696911189987224612018-08-09T02:16:00.001-05:002018-08-09T02:16:56.631-05:00Boys pick on girls they likeFor some reason I can’t sleep tonight. Or should I say this morning. My mind has been wandering. As a Girl Scout leader we do a lot of badge work and learning about bullying behavior and relational aggression. A couple of years ago I was at a leadership conference that was centered around empowering women and girls. The speaker at the conference was both entirely on nerving and brilliant. She told stories about her growing up and the names she was called by others. She had us work in groups and we had to write down things that were said to us when we were teenage girls, or even young adults. In some instances we said those things allowed and then we wrote affirmations about ourselves. It was a very difficult thing to do, which was shocking to me because I consider myself a very strong willed person with a good sense of self worth. <div><br></div><div>Having a daughter who is just 11 days away from junior high, I can already feel the dread of the drama that comes with that time in your life. I can vividly recall exact phrases and things that were said to me. And the strangest thing of all, is that none of them that come to my mind were said to me by other girls. Sure I had conflicts with other girls. I had arguments with them. I had “enemies.” But only ONE of the lasting hurtful things that were said to me came from girls. And that girl was 3 to 4 years older than me and she chose to put it in print in the yearbook. She was no one to me. She wasn’t friend, she wasn’t classmate, I didn’t look up to her or respect her opinion or care what she thought. So it was very barely a lasting hurtful thing. The only thing that was lasting about it, was that instead of making her thoughts known to me she printed them in the yearbook. And someone - who was supposed to be an adult teacher- let her do it. That happened in high school. I didn’t feel like it’s guard me and I didn’t feel like her opinion was really something I should take seriously. But every time that a boy gave me an unsolicited opinion or comment- it was life-altering. Not just them, but now. As a 39-year-old woman who has a wonderful family and a job that she loves. I don’t sit around and think of these things, but I haven’t forgotten them. When I participate in an activity and someone asks me to write down the most hurtful things that have ever been said to me, I can tell you who it was, what they said, the context it was in, and sometimes even the place I was at when it happened. Everyone of them came from the mouths of boys. </div><div><br></div><div>Why, girls, are we always taught that “maybe they’re mean to you because they like you?” Why is it OK for boys to say these damaging lasting horrible things to girls under the guise of “liking them.” Looking back as an adult I can find two reasons why boys said things to me that were hurtful.</div><div><br></div><div>The first reason actually seems to be that they liked me. But strangely enough it wasn’t that they liked me and they wanted me to go out with them... it was that they liked me, they wanted me to go out with them, I turned them down and told them I didn’t feel that way about them, or that I was happy with my current boyfriend, and that I just wanted to be friends, and that’s when things got ugly. Were they trying to make themselves feel better because they had been turned down? Were they trying to show me that they didn’t care and didn’t want me anyway because I was defective in someway? Were they trying to convince me- or themselves? I can think of at least two guys who I was good friends with in high school. We hung out. We had great times. And after I turned them down they turned in assholes. They stopped speaking to me or the only things they said to me were mean. Another repeatedly tried to convince me that he was better for me than my boyfriend. He even had his own girlfriend at the time. We worked together but hung out in other circles also. I laughed it off, told him that I enjoyed being his friend but that was all. Explained that I was happy where I was. Continued our friendship until one time when we were alone he saw picture of my sister. He said to me “Maybe she will go out with me. She got all the looks in the family anyway, but I guess you got lucky because you got bigger boobs.” This was my little sister, he was at least 10 years older than her. She was underage. What he said was not only creepy and inappropriate, it was mean and spiteful and hurtful. Suddenly nothing about him seemed friendly. None of this left a doorway open between us that I would ever want to walk through. Not only did I not feel like he was a friend, I felt like he was an enemy. What would drive someone to treat me that way. Was it simply frustration over being turned down repeatedly? And truly my thoughts lead me to the second reason.... The second reason I feel that boys picked on me. </div><div><br></div><div>Some of those boys were raised to believe that men were in some way superior. There was some misheld belief that they were “manly” and that girls should be smaller and less than. Did they say these things because I didn’t make them feel manly? Because turning them down question they’re worth? Because telling them no triggered something in them that really makes me a little scared - even as an adult. These were the boys who didn’t like me because I was “too mouthy.“ or I was a smart Alec or I was sarcastic in my responses to them. The boys who didn’t like that my brain was firing faster than theirs. The boys who couldn’t think of anything better to say except “you’re fat” or “shut up” or “you’re ugly.” The boys who took all of their frustrations out during dodgeball in PE class, purposely attacking the girls by throwing a ball at THEM harder than anyone else. Boys who ended our thighs and our chests, trying to leave red welts. Boys who enjoyed making us cry. Boys who enjoyed embarrassing us, or making themselves feel stronger. </div><div><br></div><div>Do those boys know who they are today? Are they fathers? Are they embarrassed about the way they treated girls and are they worried about who’s going to treat their daughter that way? Sometimes I wonder, at 2 AM. It’s interesting to me that I can think of four or five boys in PE class who would never have treated a girl that way. And I think to myself, what did their mothers teach them? What did their fathers teach them? What do I need to be teaching my boys to ensure that they don’t treat girls that way? How do I get through to them to be sure that they understand that they are not better than... they are not stronger than... and even if they are physically stronger - they don’t use it to hurt someone else. They don’t use words or actions to belittle girls. When a girl tells them No, they respond respectfully, even if their feelings are hurt. Even if they feel their “manhood” is damaged.</div><div><br></div><div>Those five boys, the good boys, I still talk to every one of them. They are all boys who I would be proud to call friends and whose wives are proud to call them husbands and fathers. I don’t know about those other boys. Some of them are married. Some of them I know little to nothing about now. Some of them I entirely avoid, some of them I’ve learned to tolerate. Two of them tried to pick me up at a bar right before I was married. With whistles and cat calls. It’s apparent they still don’t have the right of it. </div><div><br></div><div>But I still wonder, with the daughter heading into junior high, how do I help her navigate through those situations. Am I equipped to help her understand that good boys don’t do those things to girls? That a boy who is treating a girl badly is not a gateway to a relationship? It’s not flirting... belittling girls isn’t a good thing. The ones who are the real catches- they will defend a girl- even when no one is watching or listening. The ones who will treat her with respect are the ones who will tell those assholes to knock it off. They’re the ones whose mothers and fathers somehow pounded respect into their little brains. </div><div><br></div><div>It’s taken me a long time and I still don’t think I fully get it. So girls what was your experience? Do you remember boys who treated you that way? Who said the hurtful things to you and can you still remember them? Remember the way you felt or the way you reacted or where you were standing when it happened? I can. It’s amazing how some things can last a lifetime.</div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11096318864189341010noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16661932.post-20953631999304647332018-06-26T13:55:00.001-05:002018-06-26T13:55:41.235-05:00These Hooks in my Brain...Anyone who knows me well, has spent time volunteering or working with me, would probably tell you that I am one of the most focused, driven, and organized people they know. Or that I can be. But I am a shocking victim of parental ADD.<br />
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It gets worse with every kid. I don't lie. These are truths. It gets worse as they get older. You may do silly, ridiculous, sleep deprived things when you have small people, but when you are managing schedules and driving all over in a mom-taxi, life is hectic. If you aren't there already, trust me on this. If you are there, I don't have to tell you. If you've been there, I know you understand. But Parental ADD is this thing that is a lot like memory loss, but it comes from the overloaded to do list, when you can't finish anything because you are constantly interrupted, and even when you have a moment peace, you still can't seem to accurately complete tasks as you once did. Because your mind works differently. It's managing too much information, and it's managing too many tasks... more than one person can possibly complete.<br />
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Today I thought I had a hair appointment. My boys have haircuts, and I worked with a friend this morning on some of his computer/business issues. I had everything scheduled right down to a T, and the boys went to daycamp and the girl went to theater camp. This is week three of transporting kids to different activities every single day, and It was going smoothly. Last night we pulled off music lessons and groceries, and I even was able to prep and wash fruits and vegetables and get the lunches packed last night with the kids' help. This morning they filled their water bottles and my cup and then we all loaded up and went on our way. Dropped the girl off at theater camp, the boys to day camp, worked with my friend and toured his newly established pollinator gardens. Made my way to my hair appointment but was early, so touched base with my mom and chatted for a bit while I had no kids. Get to my hair appointment 20 minutes early and sit down with a magazine that I brought with. Then the girls realized that I was there for an appointment that I *thought* was today, but in fact, it's Thursday. Ah. Well. I battled with whether or not I should just pick up the boys or leave them at day camp, and decided ultimately that they were having fun, their lunches were already packed, and I might as well make the most of this time alone. So I ran home and stopped at the Meat Locker and bought things for meals for the rest of the week, and then I came home and unloaded. The scatterbrained part of me wasn't grossly affected by my hair appointment mishap. Things like that happen. Not alot, but they do happen. I have mostly learned to let go of that, because when managing these HUGE and intricate schedules, It happens. I have yet (knock on wood) to leave a child somewhere, and only once have I actually forgotten a hair appointment (which made me feel HORRIBLE) but scheduling things just HAPPEN. Most people are understanding. For me, I am there when I am not supposed to be more often then I am missing. Haha.<br />
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The scatterbrained part comes afterwards, when I get home and try to accomplish something, and I can't keep focused on one task. Instead of putting all the groceries away in the refrigerator, four times I find myself distracted. I go to the basement to put something in the freezer, and I see the towels waiting to go in the wash, so I throw them in and then I realize I wanted to sort laundry today, and I head that way before I realize I have $50 of meat on the counter upstairs that needs to be put away. Once I finally get through the meat task, I decide I am going to brown some ground beef for later this week and on my way to get the skillet, I see the snacks I bought last night for lunches that I haven't put in the cupboard in their bins yet. So I stop and unpackage all the snacks and put them away, and then I have all these cardboard boxes, which I usually pile until someone can take them outside. But I am trying to be better about that, so I decide to take them out and burn them (yes I know) before it rains because it's supposed to rain and I already have some from yesterday in the burn barrel that need to be lit. So I go outside and light the burn barrel and when that's done, I walk past my plants that need deadheaded. So I stop and deadhead all the plants when I realize that I should have watered them last night. But it's going to rain, so should I water them now? Oh wait.... I have ground beef on the counter. So I go back inside and I start the ground beef and I think "I should go ahead and start the dishwasher!" But then I realize that the towels are in the wash so I should delay the dishwasher and have it start in two hours when I have to take the boys to their haircut. So I start the dishwasher on delay (THIS MY FRIENDS IS WHY THESE FEATURES ARE SELLING POINTS TO BUSY PARENTS.) I go back to get the skillet and I get the ground beef started and then when I look for the Pampered Chef Mix N Stir, I realize that the utensils in the crock next to the stove are overflowing so I start to organize them and split them so some are on the back counter in the other crock. Then I realize I am supposed to be stirring the meat. Then I see a cucumber slice on the floor and pretty soon I am putting things in the garbage. Then it's back to chop the meat, and the skillet isn't hot yet and I hear a noise so I wander to look out the front door, where I see the trampoline has several of the pool noodles knocked off the springs, so I pop outside to put those back on. My neighbor drives by and I wave, then I see the tadpoles swimming around in the pool that we didn't get filled yet (another story) but I go check them because BACK LEGS! THEY HAVE BACK LEGS! and I glance over to the garden that I haven't planted yet and think "I should pull all those weeds out before it rains" and then I can plant it tonight or tomorrow. I head for the garden when I remember- GROUND BEEF ON THE STOVE!!!! On the way to the stove I get distracted by yesterday's mail that my husband left on the dining room table, that I haven't seen yet. Then I hear the ground beef. Then my phone rings, so I grab it from my purse, but it's a telemarketer so I put the phone back and then I see the magazine in my purse, the same one that I was trying to read (FINALLY) in the salon before I realized my appointment wasn't today. Have I mentioned that I have looked at the first 32 pages of that same magazine exactly FOUR TIMES since last night, but I have never gotten through it and I think "wouldn't it be nice if I could just finish that?" and then I remember GROUND BEEF.<br />
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THIS is Parental ADD. This is what my life looks like WITHOUT three kids and a spouse to interrupt, ask for things, want to show me things, or be fighting and need to be broken apart.<br />
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How does a person get OVER this? Besides kids growing up, moving out, and HOPING that you have some sanity left at the end of that journey? <br />
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Up until recently, I thought for sure that there was no answer. I am not sure that there is, but I have an inkling. <br />
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This spring I was able to attend a <a href="http://gfwcillinois.org/gfwc-il-events/gfwc-il-annual-leads-seminar/" target="_blank">LEADS leadership seminar at the GFWC Illinois</a> 123rd Annual Convention in Peoria. I couldn't take enough time off work and away from the kids to attend the convention, but I wanted to get this seminar in. I jumped right to LEADS 201, because I have been volunteering for a while, and I'm no stranger to organizing things, and I wanted to get the most out of the day that I could. I thoroughly enjoyed it. Maybe more than I expected to. The speaker who resonated with me the most, was the one whose topic I thought I needed the least. You see, my house might be a wreck, but I was an organized person. I have all of those skills in me. I have read and absorbed and tested more organizing books than the average person. I am a Type A Personality with the resume to prove it. There are no less than Eight Organizing Books on my bookshelf at this moment. This doesn't count the large number of special issue organizing magazines that I finally purged in my recent round of clutter cutting. <br />
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That speaker was Shelli Fehr., then President Elect of <a href="http://gfwcillinois.org/" target="_blank">GFWC Illinois</a>. It's not to say that I wasn't looking forward to meeting her, or hearing her speak, but I unjustly assumed that she had nothing to tell me that I hadn't already heard. Except, that she literally brought me to tears. She was me. She was so amazing and relatable that I actually had to TRACK HER DOWN after the seminar to tell her that what she shared was so powerful to me, I couldn't thank her enough. From the very beginning, she was very open about the fact that this wasn't some brilliant idea that she had come up with, but that it was an amazing book that she had read that had been life changing to her. This Seminar was THE BEST $35 I had spent in a long, long while.<br />
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Apologies for digressing- yet again- but in order to remember the book she referred to, I had to go find the notes I took during seminar. They were in one of four horizontal piles, but in the process of searching for the "red folder" I realized that I needed to package the now cooled ground beef and put it in the fridge, which also let to me changing the laundry, putting another thing in the freezer, and noticing the "gift" on the kitchen counter. The "gift" is something that I need to get rid of. It's never been used. It was graciously given to me at my bridal shower in 2005, and I have stored it, inside the box, in a basement cabinet, for what is now 13 years, because I felt guilty that I wouldn't use it. And even now, I am afraid to publicly offer it to someone for free, because I am afraid whoever gave it to me (and now I can't even remember who) will be upset and see that it still has the tags on it, and will never speak to me again. Although for all I know that have since passed away or can't remember what they gifted me in 2005, or don't talk to me anyway, so-- there's that!<br />
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Anyway, now the red folder has been located. Shelli's Presentation was about ways to de-stress and Organize, and how the two go hand in hand. She started off by making me smile with- "To Be Organized means to be neat and tidy- FALSE! There are a lot of neat people who are EXTREMELY Disorganized. So what does it mean to be organized? It mean you get everything done when it's due, and you fund everything you need when you need it."<br />
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Her phrase "Introducing Organization Into your Daily Life is Guaranteed to Lower Your Stress Level." was intriguing. But the statistic "Getting Rid of Excess Clutter would eliminate 40% of the housework in the Average Home." Of course, we all know this. Deep down we know this. I can see all of you people WHO OWN NO THINGS looking at me with your judgey eyeballs and your haughty clean houses and your two or fewer children and I want you all to just GO AWAY NOW. This does not apply to you. However, to all of you crafty types, you volunteers, you Girl Scout Leaders who have to store ALL THE THINGS because you will need them someday (and you will, don't let anyone lie and tell you differently) - This is for you.<br />
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Now "THE THING" that Shelli referenced that was incredible and RESONATES with me, is called "The Cycle of Completion" and it is in author Jack Canfield's Book "The Success Principles- How to get from where you are to where you want to be." This book, it's in all kinds of libraries. And a local librarian told me that it must be a good one, because in several libraries it has been declared "lost" which is maybe secret code for "I am keeping this for myself." (Although It's much more cost effective to purchase your book on Amazon than to purchase it through a library once you've lost it. There are fees you know, and the cover price is much higher... ask me how I know this!)<br />
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So this book is coming for me, via inter-library loan, and then I will get to read it. And I am excited. In the meantime, after pointing you in the direction of the information you need, Let's talk about the cycle of completion? Yeah? There are five steps to the cycle of completion, from Shelli's Presentation.<br />
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1. Choosing to do something (I'm really good at that!)<br />
2. Start It (usually really good at that.)<br />
3. Continuing it (75% success rate. lol)<br />
4. Finishing It (uh oh.)<br />
5. Acknowledging that it is done.<br />
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So every time I start a craft project (crochet! Sewing! Scrapbooking!) and leave it "in progress"- and never finish it, or never acknowledge that it is completed, you haven't gotten through all five steps, and you continue to devote what Jack Canfield calls Attention Units, or mental energy to the task or project.<br />
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So the theory is that we humans only have so many attention units available our their brain to attend to a task. Think of all the incomplete tasks you have around your house. Shelli mentioned something as simple of having your neighbors rake. Every time you walk by that rake you think "i need to get that back to my neighbor" and if you are constantly walking past or seeing things that are not completed- that stack of mail, the crochet project, that unfolded laundry, that gift you meant to give to someone else but somehow hung onto it for 13 years unnecessarily- All of those things are constantly taking up some of your available attention units. Think of all the ENERGY it is taking, all the BRAIN SPACE, that we are using, in order to remember all the steps that need to be done, or the ACTIONS that we need to do to complete all these tasks. All of these things, have HOOKS IN YOUR BRAIN. Seriously. This is revolutionary to me. Before you lower your stress level, you have to clean up the past incompletes, so that when it comes to new tasks, you have all of you, or as much of you as possible available to devote to a new task.<br />
Shelli goes on to talk about HOW we can do that, but I am excited to read the book, because this principal, this explanation alone, was enough to shake the ground I walk on. It's something that I can't ever explain to anyone, that someone unlike me probably doesn't even GET. But for me, it's like someone finally put a name to this situation I constantly find myself in. <br />
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Thoughts?<br />
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One more statistic you might like- The US Department of Energy reports that 25% of people don't park either car in their two car garage. and 32% can only park one car in their garage. That's a 57% majority of us folks.<br />
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Maybe I will have more to say once I read Jack's Book,<a href="https://www.amazon.com/Success-Principles-TM-Anniversary-Where/dp/0062364286/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1530039225&sr=8-1&keywords=the+Success+Principles+Jack+Canfield" target="_blank"> the Success Principles</a>. <br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: "ludica ms" , sans-serif;">Meagan </span></span><br />
<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11096318864189341010noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16661932.post-52357366415460779182017-12-14T14:18:00.001-06:002017-12-14T14:18:44.842-06:00Butter is a metaphor for me!Hello again! This week I got the insane idea to make homemade chicken pot pie’s. Let me preface all of this by saying that I do not make pies. Twice I made peach pies with the peaches from the tree in the yard and they were terrible, I used pre-made store-bought crust. I can cook and bake practically anything on the planet but I have never wanted to make a pie. It’s not that I really dislike pie because pie is delicious but pie is not my first choice of dessert and for that reason I don’t feel any desire to bake a pie. That being said, I recently purchased the pampered chef miniature pie pan that makes for tiny pies- because... hello? Cute! I envision tiny kid size pies and far be it from me to impose my desire to NOT make pies on my poor innocent children. For someone who never makes pies I sure have a lot of pie making supplies. That’s what comes from years of being a pampered chef consultant earning new products for free. I have at least two- perhaps three- stoneware pie pans, and things like pastry blenders, piecrust shields, and mats to roll out my piecrust. I always told myself that someday when my kids got bigger I might actually want to master making pies. More for the old-fashioned/homesteading/canning aspect of things (which most of you know I’m crazy for) then for the actual idea of desiring pie. I love Keylime pie, I love cheesecake, I love French silk pie and lemon meringue pie... but folks let me tell you I love me a chicken pot pie! Marie callander is amazing.<div><br></div><div>My mom would always tell me there’s too much sodium in those frozen potpies, but man it’s the ultimate comfort food to me. So I thought what better way to use up that chicken breast I bought on clearance and scratch together ingredients I have at home then to make chicken pot pies? And really to make a homemade chicken pot pie needs a homemade crust, and in order to make a pie with things I have on hand it needs to be homemade crust. Plus I’ve had a lot of dietary issues in the last year with the removal of my gallbladder and discovering that I have a very hard time digesting grains that are not organic or chemical free, so using my own organic ingredients and chemical free flour makes a lot more sense than buying a piecrust. Plus in my mind there’s a difference between the type of piecrust that you should use for a sweet pie and the type of piecrust that you should use for a chicken pot pie. I want a flaky buttery crust for my chicken pot pie. So of course I have a piecrust recipe that is my moms, I’ve made it once or twice with her when I lived at her house, but I haven’t made my own piecrust ever in the history of me, nor have I made a pie with my own piecrust since living in my own house for the past 17 years. Mom‘s recipe is an oil crust and I wanted a flaky crust so of course I hit all recipes and found a flaky butter crust that is very highly rated. This is where we get down to the recipe that is a metaphor for me. (yes I’m getting to a point, amazing isn’t it?)<div><br></div><div>The recipe says that I should dice the cold butter. I’m all about butter and fresh eggs, I like to make everything with real butter or use real butter on everything... none of this margarine crap. Being December I have a large stock of butter in the fridge and freezer. Realizing I don’t have butter in the freezer is enough to cause me a panic attack (OK not really but you know what I mean, yes I’m allowed to joke about panic attacks because I literally do have them.)</div></div><div><br></div><div>So I decided to double the recipe because when it comes to a piecrust I don’t want to have “not enough“ and of course I’m making miniature pies and not one pie, so I’m not sure if I might need actually more crust in the long run. I doubled the recipe which means I needed two sticks of butter - which of course I have -and I had been working this afternoon dicing carrots and celery for the recipe, and I had to go to the locker to get some frozen peas because all I had was canned and I was afraid the consistency would be too mushy. So anyway it’s perfectly quiet in my house because all of the kids are at school, the smallest one is at preschool and I have almost 2 full hours with which to get a jumpstart on these chicken pot pie‘s. Of course they’re going to actually be for tomorrow because the dough has to chill for four full hours. It looks like I really planned ahead but I’m really flying by the seat of my pants here. We have a Christmas program tonight for the preschoolers so dinner can’t be delayed beyond 5 PM at the latest. </div><div><br></div><div>So here’s the metaphor for my life, I start out with these excellent intentions, I am going to dice the stick of butter and I get this whole stick of butter diced and I realize this seriously must’ve taken me 10 minutes. And I add this one stick of diced butter to my dry ingredients and I look at my watch and I think to myself, “that it’s 10 minutes of my life I will never get back.” Did it really take 10 minutes?? I don’t know but at first I wanted to say took 20, and I knew that was definitely not right, so I’m estimating, maybe it took four minutes but it seemed. like. it took. forever. So I look at that second stick of butter and I think well shit, do I really have to dice that second stick of butter that fine? My mind plays over how ridiculous this is, I decide I’m making an executive decision- I’m gonna get the shit done... I look at the pastry blender and I think “I’m going to use that pastry blender to cut it all up into that dry mixture anyway so why the hell do I have to go through this excruciating dicing up a stick of butter. Nobody’s got time for that, I don’t have time for that, I love me some chicken pot pie but seriously I can do this better and I can do this faster.” So I literally slice the second stick of butter and throw it in the bowl and I look at that and I think to myself “man did I read that recipe and just take it too literally, or did the idiot who wrote this recipe really think it needed to be diced?” I grab my pastry blender, combine the ingredients in no time and I am moving ahead. Now granted the dough’s in the fridge chilling, at this point I have not actually rolled it out and I don’t know if it’s gonna work out. But what I do know in my head, is that I’m the kind of person who starts out wanting to do things “right“ and then after I think about it a little bit I realize that I have better things to do that I will find a way to do it my way which is generally quicker and more efficient and I get it done. </div><div><br></div><div><img id="id_b76c_af1f_3d88_1ed6" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqysL-FdyZdvaHPsgoIdv-mr3n66dUI9tqS0D3qDnj6wjwOz83E7lB5-eD6IVGrS30Ys_TPKFkRDRl4al6noBXtpBHxxc8zz8eZfkkB89BU6qNZiF6gHspBytApRrw8-lTvHPu/s5000/%255BUNSET%255D" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 353px; height: auto;"><br><br></div><div><br></div><div>This is a life skill. It’s an analytical skill. It’s a decision making skill and if you ask me it’s a leadership skill. I’m not tooting my own horn here, but it’s a skill that I’ve always had and I don’t know if I get it from my mom or my dad or from both of them but they have the ability to look at something and say “why are we doing it this way, when if we just did it this other way, it would take a lot less time and we would get the same and result or maybe even a better end result.” And there are a lot of people in life that don’t have that skill. There were people in life who are rule followers just because it’s the right thing to do. I don’t believe in following rules as much as I do believe in following the moral code, and being kind to other people, but always looking at something with a fresh pair of eyes and seeing if there’s a different way to do things.</div><div><br></div><div>I am two sticks of butter (there are definitely worse things to be) I started out trying to follow the rules and do as I was told and dicing things up into this perfect little cube, and then I thought “hell no. Life is short and I don’t have time for this.” The more I have lived life and the more kids I’ve had and the older I get I can look back and think of times that I wish I would have just done what I wanted and not what someone else expected. I live by a pretty strict moral code and I don’t ever let someone down on purpose. I juggle many Plates and I wear many hats and I try to do my very best. Society spends a lot of time telling us how we should do things. Society tells us how we should dress and how our house should look and they tell us what color her hair can be and whether not we can have tattoos or piercings. They tell us it’s not modest if you breast-feed in public and you’re crazy if you do cloth diapers. People think essential oils are voodoo and that having an interest in skills like canning and soap making are things for people who “have too much time on their hands.” I’ve been told I can’t work here unless I take my nose ring out. I’ve been told my skirt is too short when the same man hired me wearing that skirt... and the only reason the skirt looks too short is because the smock they gave me was two sizes too big and went clear past my knees, and made it look like I didn’t have any pants on! Some of those times I stood up for myself and some of those times I just followed the rules. As the working mom of a new baby, I was told by others what time I needed to be at dinner. I would get off work and rush to the daycare to pick up my daughter, rush home try to figure out how I was going to wash cloth diapers and wash and sanitize all of the breast pump parts and pack them up for the next day and still nurse the baby and be at dinner on time. I was a new mom and I let other people dictate how I was going to raise my child. I would literally have complete breakdowns and panic attacks over whether or not I could get to someone else’s dinner on time. I started seeing a counselor and the counselor told me that it was my life and I could do whatever I wanted. That was one of the most powerful revelations anyone has ever given me. When it came time to have our second child it was the thing that spurred me to become a stay at home mom. I knew that’s what I wanted, but every single EVERYTHING was telling me that I needed to go to work every day, even if I desperately missed my daughter, and that I needed to run around and try to be all of these places on someone else’s schedule. Everything everywhere was telling me that I should spend my entire paycheck on daycare and health insurance because that’s what everyone else does. When I realized that after having two kids it was actually going to cost me money to work, I knew that wasn’t the life I wanted. I could do without cable TV and new clothes and a whole lot of things just to be home with my kids and teach them, things like life skills. This is not a debate about whether it’s better to stay home or work. Everyone has different deep-seated personal thoughts and feelings about that decision and everyone is an individual person that has different needs. Growing up for me meant realizing that I could choose my own path. And even if that path was not perfect, and even if other people disagree with it, and even if it means making other people upset now and then because they don’t control me or my family, it’s important that I live and raise my kids the way that I want to. Nothing is more important than teaching my kids to be themselves and do what they want to do. Nothing is more important to me then embracing the silly, the goofy, the creative, the things that make you an individual. Nothing is more important than empowering my children to be themselves and to have self-confidence and did not take flak from other people. I believe it’s possible to care about others without caring about what others think. I believe it’s possible to follow a moral code and help others when ever possible without compromising your own sense of self. I believe I can be comfortable in my own skin, with my own body and my own size without needing to be diced into a tiny cube like everyone else. </div><div><br></div><div>At the end of August I finally dyed my hair fantasy colors. When I was in high school, I used to spend lots of time coloring my hair (and my mom’s bathroom counter) with Kool-Aid. I’ve always loved bright colored hair but when I was younger I couldn’t hold down a job with colored hair. I mentioned before, I got my nose pierced when I was 17 and I often had to remove my nose ring for my job. My gift to myself for Mother’s Day after Marek was born was piercing my nose again. Something I always wanted but after a few years I had to take it out so that I could work. Something that the 17-year-old me got back again when she was 30. I’ve always wanted to have rainbow hair. I spent years talking myself out of it, Thinking about where I work or what group I volunteer with or what people I know who wouldn’t think it was proper. More and more people that I knew were starting to dye their hair colors and my daughter wanted to dye hers, and I thought, it’s my turn. I’m finally going to do whatever I want and I’m not going to worry. If an organization doesn’t want me as a volunteer because of the color of my hair, then I guess I wasn’t that important to them anyway. Actually what I found is a string of compliments from total strangers. Little girls who want to talk to me about how I chose the colors and what color they want their hair to be. A bonding experience for my daughter and myself as we spend a Saturday dying our hair and turning our own bathroom counters into splotchy purple and aquamarine artwork. Hopefully I’m teaching her at a young age that she can be who she wants to be. I don’t care if she has a mohawk or piercing or mermaid hair as long as she’s nice to other people and works hard for what she wants in life. </div><div><br></div><div>Those two sticks of butter really got me thinking today. Life’s short. You do you.</div><div><br></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11096318864189341010noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16661932.post-8915743296096039982017-04-15T20:27:00.000-05:002017-04-15T20:27:07.862-05:00Confronting MortalityMost of the time, I am a pretty upbeat person. I like to be sarcastic and I'm pretty sure that I want most of my friends to be wearing their big girl panties on a regular basis. My favorite high school English teacher turned artist once told me I am a romantic, seeing the world through rose-colored glasses. Sometimes I think something about motherhood changes that romance, puts you down in the trenches. Surrounded by dirty diapers and smelly socks and sticky dining room chairs, you often see more of the reality, the murphy's law of the way things really work. But the view from behind my rose colored glasses is also tainted, sometimes by anxiety. I think that most mothers (most of them that I know, who are honest) suffer from anxiety of some sort. There is so much resting on our shoulders, so many things that could go wrong, so many things we stand to lose that would be our undoing. We can't afford to come undone. Some of us have constant anxiety, some of us have controlled anxiety, or hidden anxiety, or even just postpartum anxiety when our hormones are overwhelming us, the new powerful love we have for another is overpowering.<br />
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I may be wearing rose colored glasses, but I can still see the very dangerous, scary, and real things that moms face everyday. I can still have that fear of losing a child. That fear of having a child being diagnosed with a life-threatening disease or illness. The fear of a child being abducted. Or in this case, the very-real and very looming fear of having a simple, routine, surgery... on Monday. <br /><br />I've never had surgery. Yep. I know. So many of you probably laugh or scoff at the fact that I could find surgery as such a frightening prospect. It's not actually the surgery itself that worries me. It's the what-if. The maybe. The *statistical possibility* that I could perish from this earth by the hands of a skilled surgeon in a routing procedure, just eight minutes from my house. It's the thought that I could be taken from my family when I have SO MUCH LEFT TO DO. At the very least, it's that I could have complications during or after surgery that could lead to a much longer than *usual* recovery. More pain. More Procedures. More Issues. Anything that would prevent me from taking care of my kids. Anything that would force me to rely on others to get these things accomplished, others who I AM SURE would not be able to do it the way I need it to be done. At the very most, it's the very real fear that I could DIE in two days. I could become a body, a shell, a mother who wasn't done raising her children. A person who had so much left to accomplish. A person who had so much more love to give. A person whose time ran out.<br />
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Some of you will stop reading right here. Some of you will think "yep, she is definitely crazy. Off the deep end. Overly dramatic. Can't "deal" with Life's difficulties. But maybe, just maybe, some of you will understand. Maybe some of you have been in this place, this place where you are alone at 8pm with tears just rolling down your face because "what if i just kissed my kids goodnight for the last time ever?" or "What if I die and E is only four and he never remembers how much I love him? What if he can't remember that I sang to him, or that I painted his nails, or that I used to love his artwork and saved and laminated every precious piece?" What if I don't get to see A's spring dance recital? What if I never get to see then go to Junior High? To High School? To Prom? What if I never get to make tacos again? What if I never get to sew the kitchen curtains I have on the sewing table, or if I don't ever get the Little Free Library painted and put up? What if I don't get to take them camping ever again, or make s'mores? What if I don't get to see them off to summer camp, or I don't get to take them to the lake again? Who will keep all three kinds of cheerios in the cupboard or know that they like Whales instead of Goldfish? Who will know that A doesn't like Ketchup and that they like Horseradish Mustard? Who will know what size shoes to buy them, or what dresses A hasn't played violin in yet? Who has their medical history memorized, knows their vaccination schedule? No one else has ever taken them to the doctor or the dentist! Who will know that I have that cool Nature workbook hidden from them until summer? Who will know that A needs a kite to take to school and that M still needs a spare pair of glasses ordered this month? Who will teach E how much I loved him when he can't even remember me?<br />
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And here, on Easter eve, while everyone sleeps, I am in a panic about how I can't sleep for the next two nights because really I need to start writing all this down!!!!! No one else knows how to pay the bills! (They're all online!) No one knows the pin number to the debit card. No one knows which clothes get dried and which ones need hung up! No one knows the phone numbers for the soccer coaches. No one knows how to file the taxes. No one knows my last wishes. No one knows that I don't want to be unplugged in two days because I am NOT READY TO DIE! <br /><br />These are the things that keep me up at night. These are the things that make me terrified or at least slightly distressed about Monday. I need to remember to take pictures with the kids on Easter because that might be the last day they ever spend with me. I need to remember not to yell at them for stupid things tomorrow. I need to remember to get the Easter books out and read them and OMIGOSH I haven't written enough in E's baby book! A is the only one who has any completed scrapbooks! Who will make sure E gets to his field trip on Wednesday and A has a what she needs for her field trip this Friday?<br />
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Eventually I make myself feel better by deciding that I won't die. You can't make me. No matter what you do, no matter what mistake the surgeon makes, I won't die on Monday because I can't. Because I am too tough. Because I will fight and scream and kick my way back. Because I have too much to do. <br /><br />But then I think about how truly God is in charge, and I can't probably fight that. And then I get really ANGRY because what kind of God would want me dead? What have I done? Or better yet, what have my Kids done to deserve that? I think of all the people who have died before me who, seriously, didn't want to die either. And they were probably much tougher than soft old me who can't even get their gallbladder removed without considering that it might be the end. Approximately 9000 of my friends piped in to tell me they had theirs taken out, many by the same surgeon, and all of them are here to tell about it. But what if I am like that one friend... that one friend whose bowel was nicked, who almost DID die. Whose possessions were signed over, whose family grieved, who almost died eight minutes from his own house during a routine gallbladder surgery. <br /><br />Should I write each child a note? Should I give them life advice, and tell them how much I love them and what I adore about each of them and point out all their good qualities that I hope never ever change? Should I fill their Easter baskets tonight like it will be the very. last. time? Gosh, who will fill their Easter baskets? Who will know that A wanted roller skates and M wanted baseball cards and certain lego sets and the Show 17 for PS4? Who will know that E wanted Cranky the Crane and that each kid wanted their own garden gloves? Who will know which American Girl books A has already read? Who will take the library books back to the library? Who will answer my phone and my text messages? Who will be the Girl Scout Leader, who will Volunteer for Safety Town, who will cancel my autoships on Amazon? Who will save my jewelry for my kids, and know which pieces I made so that the kids might cherish them or give them to someone who will know? <br /><br />These are the reasons I have needed, and continue to need Unisom every night until surgery- or like last night and the night before- or I will be wide awake from the time a nightmare wakes me up at 4:30am until the time the kids get up at 6:30. <br /><br />My husband snores away, apparently unaffected by the turmoil that is about to be thrust into our lives. And I can barely think straight because my mind is bombarded by all the things I haven't had time to tell them. Is this how all mother's approach surgery? Or going on vacation? Or practically anything that takes them away from their children or could be life threatening? <br /><br />Tonight after everyone went to sleep, it was still light outside. I lay in the hammock and watched the clouds rolling overhead, five squirrels in the tree next door, people going about their business, kids playing, people talking, and all I could think about was "this could be the last time I really, truly, look up at the sky."<br />
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It Ain't Easy being Mortal.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11096318864189341010noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16661932.post-77872157358082522842017-02-12T10:19:00.000-06:002017-02-12T10:19:03.898-06:00Cookie Chaos (Who am I kidding, my life is always like this)There's something that happens during cookie season, if you're a scout leader, a cookie coordinator for your troop, and even sometimes if you are a cookie mom with inventory on hand. You go a little crazy. And I don't mean the cookie sales crazy that you see as an innocent bystander. I mean the internal "I'm trying to keep it together while constantly tallying and subtracting and balancing bank deposits and inventory and cookie supply and demand information in my head." I've already gotten there, on day two of cookie sales, when usually I don't get there until a couple of weeks in. I am disturbed. My brain won't shut off. The house has long ago fallen apart, and I just need to clear my head.<br /><br />Blogging, is the way to clear your head. I don't get to do it much anymore, but this morning, on Sunday, I decided I would just sit down and dump my brain, pour my heart out, and feel much lighter.<br />
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I realized that I needed my laptop, which was in the van, in the locked-up-like-a-fortress garage, and that I wasn't dressed. I tried to get dressed, which became a huge chore. My jeans are all dirty. Like so dirty I won't tell you how many times I have worn my favorite one pair of jeans without washing them. Nope. Won't say. Can't tell. So I gathered all the jeans up to wash a load, at which time I realized I needed to throw in the new boy scout uniform pants of M's. I use the term "new" lightly. I am trying to be money conscious (always) and so instead of dumping the ridiculously outrageous $24 on a pair of blue pants, I found a pair on ebay for $10. M doesn't like jeans and has been begging me to buy him uniform pants because they are more like khakis and less rigid. Sometimes jeans make him freak out with the rubbing on the skin and the rawness on the waist. So I found the $10 pair on ebay. Then they arrived. Then I saw that the seller did not disclose the poorly hemmed bottoms, and the fact that they were 4" shorter than any average. They were also really washworn and not nearly as new blue as the photo showed. I spent the morning watching M in the tub while I used the seam ripper to tear out the hems and then discovered that even if they are now long enough, they have been worn and faded enough to have two very white-ish horizontal lines across the legs where the hems were folded. Ugh. In the process of getting these pants ready for the wash I thought I would open A's new swimsuits. I never buy Justice clothes. They are too much for me and I usually have a great friend (two actually) who sell used Justice clothes at a price I can handle, and then I don't have to shop. But I saw an advertisement for a cute swimsuit that's right up A's alley, and I thought, I will get that as her "good swimsuit" for this spring. So I ended up ordering two suits and a rashguard that matches both. She has a used Justice suit that was a size 12 and it surprisingly fit her perfectly. It's the only justice suit she has, she normally wears a 6/7 in suits and I thought we might finally get into an 8 this summer. She's slim. But since the Justice suit I have is a 12, of course I ordered all size 12's from Jutice. They swam on her. We were both so sad. I wanted to return them and exchange then for an 8, but of course they are "online only items" and the return form is just a return form, not an exchange form. And I call Justice and they "don't process returns" but would be happy to make my life a living hell by placing a whole new order where, you know, I pay them again with my unlimited funds and then later on (you know like two months from now when they get through their "processing time" i can have my original money back. Good times. I may lost it just a bit and tell the woman on the phone that if she can't process a return I don't want their junk and I will just send it back. Yeah. This is because I am supposed to be blogging by now but I haven't even gotten dressed. <br /><br />I package up the RETURN and take the load of jeans and boy scout pants down to wash. At which time I am interrupted by kids who want to talk about Spirit Week. Which starts tomorrow. Because on Friday when I picked them up from school, M gets into the van and says "I can't wait to see all the costumes you are going to sew this weekend for us" and I think he is confused because HALLOWEEN IS NINE MONTHS AWAY and I swear I thought I got a year before I have to do that again. Then a paper is thrust at me with excitement and I see that on top of the TWO cookie booths we are running this weekend, the birthday party, and the Girl Scout meeting to prepare for World Thinking Day, we now have Super Hero Day, Disney Day, Mismatch and Crazy Hair Day, School Spirit Day, and Blast to the past day. I digress. (That's the moral of the story, you see.)<br />
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So the kids get told that their mother is offering no assistance for Spirit Week. It's every big kid for themselves. Their outfits have to be decided and laid out the night before. Mom isn't sewing, buying, or crafting ANYTHING (hear me, ANY. THING.) for Spirit Week. That's not very nice of me, is it. Not very spirited. But I grew up when Spirit Week was in high school and the participants were self sufficient enough to figure it out with minimal help from parents. I want my kids to start this self-sufficiency early, like they are starting Spirit Week early. I explain to them that they can create their own super hero! Won't it be fun! and M starts literally crying, and telling me that his teacher told him he has to be a boughten super hero and that it has to be a real one not a made up one (which I absolutely know isn't true, but he takes things very literally and is always concerned that he will be in trouble) and so eventually the tears get calmed and today we are tearing the house apart (more) to find costume pieces. We have one spiderman glove and one spidey suit. The mask is missing but I declare that *not my problem* because It's not my job to keep track of masks and the only real reason there is one glove and a suit is because of my attempts to organize and keep things in labeled bins (which means those two important pieces were in the costume tote where they were supposed to be.)<br />
A Plays along beautifully and creates her own superhero, Called "Anime" pronounced AnnaMae.... who is a Japanese Anime Artist who can draw things and snap her fingers so that those things come to life. She finds an Indian/beaded/silkish gown from the Goodwill Halloween Costume buying spree, puts her hair in pigtails and sticks pencils in them, and takes paper and colored pencils in hand. I'm so proud of her own creativity and my lack of involvement that I go right down and put on a t-shirt and my clean pair of unflattering black fleece pants, my sweater slippers, and slip outside to the Fort-Knox Garage to get my laptop from the van. In my haste to finally get home last night, and out of my clothes and into my bed, I didn't pull the van up far enough in the garage so the back hatch is too close to the door so I can't open it to get the laptop out of the back, but eventually I get the laptop into the house and onto the sticky and overcrowded dining room table.<br />
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I open it, I log on to blogger, and I am READY! M comes out and says "are you hungry mom? I will make you some cereal" (So sweet is he. Always my helper. He loves me, this I know.) I tell him, "sure buddy, I would love some rice chex!" and I thank him and sit down. And he says "Hey mom, we are out of milk." So I have him just make his own cereal and I will run up to Caseys in a few minutes and get more milk. (you know, I was JUST out in the van. Seriously. JUST.)<br />
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"Anime" comes out in full costume, and suddenly wearing the pink pair of glasses that she *lost at school* two months ago, that I cleaned her locker and her desk and crawled under part of the dirty bleachers in the gym and looked in the smelly lost and found box and begged the office to look out for and posted on the school facebook page. They are ON HER FACE as if they never left, and she is a nonchalant about it as though I didn't just go on a month-long rampage looking for them. I just look at her incredulously and say "where did you get those glasses" and she responds with "I don't know, I just found them somewhere." Yeah.<br />
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All of this, and I haven't written a word. Then E tears himself away from Planes Fire and Rescue long enough to have an argument with me about why he wants to watch more music videos on You Tube, and then to ask for a snack (he hasn't had breakfast, we don't have milk) and he announces that he will eat pretzels for breakfast and I say "fine. Eat whatever. I don't care." and start to write.<br />
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THIS, Is why I never get to write. This is my life. <br /><br />I love my life, I truly do. I am surrounded with people who love me, even if they also sometimes drive me entirely insane. We are healthy. We have a warm place to sleep, even if it's a disaster. <br /><br />The laptop is surrounded by dirty dishes, the paint for the Little Free Library I haven't gotten to paint yet, the Mod Podge and supplies leftover from the Pinewood Derby car two or three weeks ago, Three opened cereal containers getting stale, a role of paper towels, an IH tractor, an open container of pretzels with a missing lid, a letter that my recent PAP came back clear, The offending list of Spirit Week activities on yellow paper, A hanger, and a bowl of slowly rotting blood oranges that my kids HAD to have and then REFUSED to eat. I look on the floor and I see a page of Christmas Stickers, a piece of aluminum foil, a non-winning scratch lotto ticket, a ring from a milk jug, a foil peeled back top from a to go butter container, a sprig of grape stems with no grapes attached, and a green top from a squeeze applesauce container, one child slipper, and a ziploc bag of markers.... all within two feet of my person. Where do I start? Who can I hire? How would I pay them? <br /><br />Maybe I just need to eat some Girl Scout Cookies?Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11096318864189341010noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16661932.post-58411802728801830462017-02-02T13:26:00.002-06:002017-02-02T13:26:36.924-06:00Girl Scout Camp - From the Inside Looking Out This is an expanded version of a Blog Post I recently wrote for Girl Scouts of Northern Illinois regarding my experiences at their STEW Overnight Leader Training event at Camp Dean in Big Rock. I hope you enjoy the unedited and original version. I enjoyed writing it so much that it ended up being three pages long 😬So I decided to post the full version on my own blog. <br />
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Camp Dean- STEW- From the Inside Looking Out</h2>
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In 2016, My sister and I took my three kids to attend the
Arbor Day Tree Planting event at Camp McCormick. I am a leader and girl scout
mom from Girl Scouts of Central Illinois (GSCI), the council just south of
GSNI. At the Arbor Day event, we were approached by smiling leaders who told us
all about the Annual STEW Leader Training event at Camp Dean. The leaders were
excited and enthusiastic. They had a neat display and handed me a great flier
and a registration paper. I explained that I wasn’t from the GSNI Council,
thinking that this event surely wouldn’t be available to me, and instead I was
met with even MORE excitement, and a very inclusive invitation to come across
council lines, AND BRING MY FRIENDS! I left Camp McCormick that day with a
glowing, warm, happy feeling. I am sure many of you can relate to that, and
understand “This is what it means to be a Girl Scout.” </div>
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I am a mom to three kids, then aged 8, 6, and 3. One Time in
the last Ten years, had my husband and I been able to leave our kids for more
than one night. I had never gone anywhere by myself since having kids… and I
needed this. Desperately. I needed to go to Girl Scout Camp. My grandma’s
saying “where there’s a will, there’s a way” motivated me, and I was going to
find a way. I wouldn’t know anyone at the event. Not one person. But I had met
those leaders at Camp McCormick who were all so excited to meet me, and I am
not a shy person. I am a Girl Scout Leader, and in fact, a lifelong girl scout
and a former leader’s daughter. This event was for me. <br />
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I made extensive plans to have someone else pick up my preschooler and my older
kids from school. I coordinated who would watch them each day of the weekend. I
put STEW on my calendar, ordered my STEW Tshirt, and chose my top class choices
for the STEW Event. I chose Night Games, Girl emPOWERment, Look Ma No Pans!,
Nature at Play, and Traditional Girl Scout Ceremonies. And I waited for
September. </div>
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I had never been to Camp Dean. Camp is about 1 hour and 15
minutes from my home. I set out on Friday (by myself! A Free Mom!) When I
arrived at Camp I was so excited, I loaded my wagon and headed to Dean Lodge. There
were no assigned sleeping arrangements, so I could choose if I preferred a
cabin or a tent, and because I love to tent camp, I went for a tent. I found an
open tent with only one bunk taken… and claimed a bunk<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Friday Night at STEW. Crafts, Gorp Bar, New Friends, Night Games Class</td></tr>
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Back at Dean Lodge, everyone was abuzz with laughter,
chatting, and two of my favorite things, CRAFTS and GORP! There was a make your
own GORP bar! I spent the evening chatting with ladies and making crafts,
excited to find some crafts that I had seen on Pinterest but hadn’t had a
chance to test out yet. I met a leader and class facilitator who owned a TOTE
of glue guns, and I knew I was in the right place. I also met my tent buddy,
who was also a leader and class facilitator. The first night I discovered
leaders that enjoyed similar books and TV shows as I do. It was above all of my
expectations already. I attended a Night Games class that taught us all about
Games to play in the dark with our girls, from the famous Snipe Hunt, to more
educational games like Night Eyes. There is nothing as refreshing as sleeping
under the stars, and although it was cool at night in the fall, we had
beautiful weather and I scooted my cot to the edge of the tent so I could stick
my head out the front and look up at the sky. This was a peace and quiet, a
back to nature, and a time with other strong women that I really needed as a
busy mom and volunteer.<br />
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My Saturday STEW classes were amazing. I was getting to know
people; leaders were excited to see someone from another council, to bounce
ideas off each other, to make new friends. I was pleased to find my tent mate
teaching my cooking class at lunch. I’ve done a LOT of campfire cooking, and I
was pleasantly surprised to find that there was still so much I could learn,
and that I wouldn’t feel like I was doing <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>the same things over again. We worked as a
team, making meals in the unit house kitchen and cooking them over charcoal and
wood. We made Chicken Quesadillas, Cucumbers and Garlic Hummus in Pitas, Tabouli,
Refried Beans with Polenta, Chocolate Cake cooked in an orange rind, and banana
boats. The food was amazing. I learned new skills and tips, for example… did
you know you can buy premixed liquid cake batter in a zipper bag? Great for
camp, just unzip and pour! And nonstick aluminum foil, where have you been all
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An unexpected part of our lunch, and it turns out of STEW in general, was being
joined by GSNI CEO Fiona Cummings. I’ve spent my whole life in scouting and I
had never met a Girl Scout CEO. Fiona wasn’t just there. She didn’t just “drop
by” camp. She was WITH us. She was camping with us, cooking with us, listening
to us, and really sharing the experience with us. Fiona came to my lunch class
and I was honored to talk with her, laugh and have fun. She is so approachable
and fun, and truly listened to what leaders need and want. <br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Nature Abounds at Camp Dean</td></tr>
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While at Camp Dean, I noticed a lot of fun things that I had
never seen at the two Girl Scout camps I had been to in my lifetime. Gaga Ball.
Large outdoor musical instruments made from PVC and Wood. The Mud Hole. Fiona
explained to me that it was important to encourage leaders to bring their girls
camping, and that GSNI could help leaders by providing activities that the
girls can do that don’t require lots of planning and packing by leaders. We
talked about just “being” at camp, and about how nice it was that leaders
didn’t have to worry about planning and orchestrating an activity for every
moment they are at camp. This really struck a chord with me, and gave me a new
confidence to take my own girls to camp at the council level. Fiona also gave
me a GSNI Big Book that day. I was pleased to spend time with her and to see
her throughout the rest of my stay at Camp Dean.</div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Amazing Food, Beautiful Scenery, and Finally Understanding a Compass</td></tr>
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STEW taught me how to use a Compass (first time in 30+ years
that anyone had tried to teach me how to use one!) and we did a neat activity
that we could do with our girls, placing a starting flag in the ground at our
feet, following directions on a pre-printed card with our compass, and placing
flags at various stopping points, that formed a shape of a heart or a square if
we had followed directions correctly. The Traditional Ceremonies class was so
helpful. I hadn’t received any leader training about planning ceremonies. The
only thing I was drawing on were my memories of ceremonies from when I was a
child (that was too long ago) and internet resources. I learned that there are
red sashes and white gloves for flag ceremonies! I left with a new confidence
for teaching ceremonies to my own troop, and ideas as to the resources that my
own council might have, which I was previously unaware of. The Girl emPOWERment
class was one of the hardest. It really dug deep at the self esteem issues that
plaque our girls and women. I experienced and participated in an affirmation
bath, which is one of the hardest things I have ever, ever done. There were a
lot of tears flowing that day, but I left renewed. I’ve since taught my own
troop Flag Ceremonies and Etiquette, Bridging Ceremonies, and also taken them
overnight to a council camp.</div>
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Other leaders were taking classes in Crate Stacking,
Creating PVC Camp Kitchens, Car Camping, Letterboxing, Knitting, Archery,
Boating, Pie Iron Cooking, Vegan Cooking, and the highly coveted Dutch Oven
Cooking (which I was told was taught by the queen of Dutch Ovens) There were
even women learning to sew and quilt in the lodge, they made amazing fall leaf
quilted wall hangings. Geocaching, Digital Photography, Camp Songs, Team
Building Games. There was quite literally something for everyone, even an experienced
scout or leader. STEW gave me new skills and, more importantly, renewed my
confidence to teach these skills to my own girls. </div>
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Saturday night was my very favorite at Camp. The STEW Team
brought in a Murder Mystery Theater. I had not been that excited in a long
time. It’s one of those things I have always wanted to try, and the consensus
among other leaders was the same. Dean Lodge was a place of excitement and
mystery. The Mystery Shop’s production of Chained Melody was a highlight of STEW.
It was fun. It was challenging. It was TEAMWORK. We were divided into large
teams that filled Camp Dean Lodge. I am proud to say that my team (with
Chatter, Barb, Kendra, and Christa) Solved the Mystery Theater. Out of all
those teams, our team WON! And that night I made even more new friends. Friends
who I stay in touch with today and hope to see at STEW this fall. In Fact this
year at STEW, I will be TEACHING a class on Girl Scout SWAPS. I hope to meet
you there!</div>
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Another thing I can’t say enough about…. The food at Camp
Dean. There was an ice cream bar, a Taco Nacho Bar, Fresh Baked scones and
fresh fruit for breakfast (yogurt and berries and granola!) Everything was
delicious. (Kudos to Julie Schmale!)</div>
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Sunday’s Date Was September 11<sup>th</sup>. We started the
day by cleaning up our campsites and helping close down the buildings around
camp. I learned how to clean composting latrines! We were able to choose teams
that we wanted to join as part of the National Day of Service. My group went
with Camp Dean Ranger Guy to clean out a storage shed on the camp premises. We
organized lifejackets, bunk mattresses, cooking utensils, and many other camp
items in the large storage shed to make room for a truck that needed to be
parked inside for the coming winter. We got rid of things that were no longer
needed and swept the concrete floor. Then we helped Ranger Guy to setup the PA
System for the upcoming Scouts Own Flag Ceremony and skit, where we honored
those who fell on 9-11. It was another emotional time at camp. <br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Cleaning the Shed During National Day of Service at Camp Dean's STEW Leader Training Camporee 2016</td></tr>
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As a leader and a girl scout mom, I often watch camp through
the eyes of my 9 year old daughter. When I pick her up from camp, it seems like
she has grown inches each year, and she has stories to tell for hours. I like
to pick her up all by myself, without her siblings present, so that we can have
a few hours after camp to just chat about all the excitement that happened.
Until Camp Dean, I hadn’t truly been an overnight camper at Girl Scout Camp
since 1983. When picking my daughter up from summer camp, we get to talk about
the fun times at camp, and sometimes the hard times at camp. Maybe
disappointment from an activity they were going to do but didn’t happen
(weather or heat perhaps.) or maybe an interaction with a new friend that
didn’t go as well as we hoped. Maybe there was a bee sting, or a fall, or bug
spray in the eyes. The way you felt when you were really scared to get into
that canoe but you found out that you LOVE canoeing! Or that time your whole
unit got caught in the rain and had to run back to the unit house and sit on
the floor soaking wet to have hot dogs for supper when you knew all the girls
closer to the Lodge were having something better.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Girl Scout Camp... Then and Now...</td></tr>
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Time after time, we have discussed how even things that
didn’t seem to go “just right” at camp, become memories, and sometimes very
funny ones. Sometimes we meet a new friend because of circumstances that we
didn’t see coming. Sometimes we get over our fears or realize new strengths
that we didn’t know we had. There might be tears at camp, and much joy. Camp
can be an emotional place, and each time I feel that we come back changed.
Maybe we ARE a little taller and maybe our smile IS a bit broader. Camp Dean
and STEW gave me that feeling from the inside-out, for the first time since
1983. I wasn’t just seeing it though my daughter’s eyes. I was remembering my
own camp experiences, looking back at my camp memories, and adding to them. Even
the hard memories from 1983- when Brownies couldn’t go down the Camp Mudslide,
there was pepper in my scrambled eggs, I went “In” the “Out” Door in the Food
Hall, and there was a snake under my cot that required the Ranger’s attention.</div>
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<span style="font-family: "monotype corsiva " , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">MJ</span></span><br />
GSCI Troop Leader<br />
GSCI Service Unit Event Registrar<br />
Lifelong Girl Scout and Leader’s Daughter</div>
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<span style="font-family: "calibri" , "sans-serif"; font-size: 11.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Footnote:<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>My family was very happy to see me when I got home from camp. My kids
had lots of questions about what I did, who I met, and where I slept. I was as
excited as my 9 year old daughter gets after camp, and I told them all about
it. I also ripped off my bandana (Camp Hair, Don’t Care) and begged to take a
very long, very hot shower. I was pleasantly surprised to see that all of my
children not only survived, but my husband really stepped up his game and his
confidence with the kids over that weekend. Ever since spending a weekend away,
his ability to do things for the kids magically increased. While I was away, he
took them to Walmart, out to breakfast, and many other fun things were done. I
was pleased. The big kids each owned their own Pokemon shirt when I returned.
They were very pleased. The smallest one was wearing his big brother’s clothes….
But they were all happy, healthy, and excited to see mom. I think the weekend
alone with daddy was good for everyone (Daddy too!) and I know the weekend at
Camp was amazing for me. I can’t wait for 2017’s STEW Event. Hope local leaders
will consider joining us!</span></h4>
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<span style="font-family: "calibri" , "sans-serif"; font-size: 11.0pt; line-height: 115%;"> <span style="font-family: "calibri" , "sans-serif";">**I can't determine the exact year I attended Girl Scout Camp at Camp Tapawingo as a Brownie. I believe I was 5 or 6, and I<span style="font-family: "calibri" , "sans-serif";">t may have been <span style="font-family: "calibri" , "sans-serif";">1984 or 1<span style="font-family: "calibri" , "sans-serif";">985</span></span>. I was just guessing dates.</span></span> </span></h4>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11096318864189341010noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16661932.post-43798137302762792782015-01-02T21:32:00.001-06:002015-01-02T21:35:09.728-06:00HOW TO make Steampunk/Mad Scientist Style Goggles for Your American Girl DollALL TEXT AND IMAGES ARE COPYRIGHTED. DO NOT USE WITHOUT PERMISSION.<br />
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Let me preface this by saying that I am NOT a steampunk expert. I don't do cosplay, and if I did It would be Scottish Highlanders and Outlander Inspired. But I AM a crafter and a seamstress with about 20 years under my belt, and some serious Halloween Costumes Created. I DO have kids, and we have to dress up like all KINDS of things, including Native Americans, Pirates, Cartoon Characters, Superheroes, and the sort. We love to learn about other time periods, and we love Science Fiction, Renaissance Fairs, etc. As a family of 5, we have experience in Role Playing and dabble in all kinds of crazy things. I know that there is a certain level of - well, let's call it like it is- *snobbery* (hee hee, I don't mince words) when it comes to steampunk, and that there are so many different definitions of what steampunk IS and what steampunk is NOT and for the most part I am going to go with the mentality that science fiction is FICTION and therefore it can be whatever YOU want it to be. Lots of steampunk peeps say goggles are so typical/mainstream and not truly steampunk, yet they are one of the most recognized items in steampunk outfits. My purpose behind the goggles is their USE while working in the "lab" or mixing potions. <br />
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Prefacing by saying that I am a big big Outlander Fan, and the 18th century healers, apothecaries, doctors, and yes, even "witches" (Because that is what people often thought of them in those times) are fascinating to me. The ability to treat and heal someone medicinally/herbally is always fascinating to me and ties in with the natural/green lifestyle that I often strive for in our family. Essential Oils, Herbs, and the general understanding that Germs aren't all bad. The point is, that before modern medicine there were so many superstitions and in fact so much knowledge that sometimes you have to wonder where we came by it. Native American Influence? Chinese Medicine? Or could it have also bee *Time travelers* like Claire. Being a Sassenach, I am especially interested in the natural healing and the use of herbs and naturally occurring substances to cure what ails ya. My daughter loves Science and Animals, and has a science lab building in her Doll House School, including things like test tubes, <a href="http://dazed81.blogspot.com/2014/12/homemade-science-beakers-american-girl.html" target="_blank">beakers</a>, microscope, safety goggles, geodes and rock collection, <a href="http://dazed81.blogspot.com/2014/12/american-girl-homemade-hermit-crabs-for.html" target="_blank">hermit crabs</a>, and whatever else she and I can dream up to add on a daily basis. We belong to the very active and VERY amazing American Girl Facebook Group "My Dolls House" - In Which everyone shares openly and enthusiastically, with ideas, tutorials, pricing help, etc. There is NO Buy/Sell/Trade on the page which keeps things friendly and encourages people to share their talents instead of creating to sell.<br />
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I personally don't have TIME to create to sell. I squeeze in time to create for ourselves and that is a big enough challenge in itself. This post is created PURPOSELY with the idea of sharing and encouraging YOU to create these goggles for yourself. I don't claim to be an expert.... but this isn't a $25 ebook on Etsy that tells you how to create goggles. It's a free tutorial designed to give you confidence to do this yourself. This isn't a $50 pair of goggles BEAUTIFULLY made on Etsy for you to purchase and receive in your mailbox, it's a encouragement for you to save money and make as many pair as your heart desires. This isn't an invitation to take these ideas and start making your own next big buck selling goggles, but I can't stop you and I put this out there knowing that you may have a conscience that agrees that sharing things and ideas is the way to go. Karma baby.<br />
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Now, back to Sassenach. I want to create an area in our dollhouse, not a ROOM, but a secret cupboard, maybe in the school science lab, that is mysterious. A dark cabinet full of secrets and knowledge, that maybe only the interested and patient students know or care about. A place where we learn by sharing, and where you find potions that border on Harry Potter Magic, and balance with herbal remedies and maybe even experimental science projects. Think of it as a Box of Knowledge. So I have been gathering apothecary labels, glass bottles, and will be working on samples and filling jars and distressing the hutch and working on that in the near future. And I don't DARE be mixing up unknown substances without a magical and fantastik pair of protective eyewear. Hence the start of the Goggles.<br />
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Yes, get to the POINT. Here there are, the finished product:<br />
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Now Ideally I would already have the 18th century outfit sewn to go with these and the images would be taken with my Nikon DSLR so that you would all Ohhhh and Ahhhhh over this reveal.... but I have three kids- 7, 5, and 2... and just getting clean underwear is a challenge.... let along making steampunk goggles in 1:3 scale. So use your imagination, and.....enjoy these iphone snapshots of a doll in a 21st century cowgirl outfit modeling her new steampunk mad scientist goggles....<br />
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What say you? Cool? Yes. Now, I have three objectives in this post:<br />
1. Supply List (give you ideas, don't have to follow it exactly. Make these YOUR OWN)<br />
2. COST (I will do some totally awesome math that will leave you reeling. Haha.)<br />
3. Directions.<br />
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First, supplies: This is what I PURCHASED, minus my fabric/leather. I didn't use everything pictured, and I didn't use everything in each package either. This is where the cost breakdown is going to be especially especially important.<br />
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Let it be known that I shop on sale. and I use coupons. And I bought these things at Hobby Lobby and at JoAnn Fabrics, using both sale prices and coupons. I will get to that. <br />
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The idea on this was to SAVE Money over buying the really cool goggle someone else makes on Etsy for $50 a pop. For a doll. Yes. Because I don't intend on making money on these, I am trying to just keep my costs low and perhaps make more than one pair.<br />
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Tim Holtz is amazing. Steampunk cheating? Probably most definitely. But since I don't have time or desire to drag three kids thru the metal salvage or the dumpster, and I don't have an acetylene torch in my nightstand drawer, I settled for cardboard, a hot glue gun and Tim Holtz. I know the Steampunk "rules" say metal over plastic and screws over glue. I did all metal, there is NO plastic on these.... BUT I used a hot glue gun with great success. And I am not ashamed. <i>And have I mentioned that the last time I went to the metal salvage place, I was there 10 minutes WITH three kids and a minivan- and the owner guy already told me that he doesn't wear any underwear.... so, yeah. Glue Gun it is.</i><br />
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Cardboard. I've seen it mentioned to use toilet paper tubes. I started with that idea, but the cardboard is not only very lightweight, it's also got the potential to become "unraveled" like a pop open biscuit can. And that's exactly what the first piece did, so I discarded that idea. I actually used the cardboard backing from the curtain grommets in the above picture. it's about using what you have :)<br />
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I used my brain and cut out a shape that I could roll into an eye cup. This took a bit of time, a bit of experimenting. Yes, I could scan, upload, and show you a beautiful template that you could print out, but remember, depending on what doll you make these for, what size monocle or lens you use, mine might not be right for you. AND remember, there's these pesky kids. So maybe someday. For now, use your skillz. And if you don't have enough skillz to make this cardboard shape, then god help you with the rest of this tutorial. <br />
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Yes, that's my leg. And yes I often craft in my nightgown. Verra Professional. But hey, this is a FREE Tutorial. So, the idea is, that the pattern looks like the BOTTOM piece, lying flat. And you ROLL it up (which is why the top one is curved and looks funny in the pic) so that it's the diameter of the lens. This makes an eye cap that provides protection to the entire eye socket. The skinny ends overlap at the bridge of the nose. The "bump" that is pointing down in the photo is the eye cap that goes along the temple, where the straps connect. Think swim goggles, or welding goggles. <br />
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Okay. So- Cut three. Yes I know you have TWO eyes, but trust me here. Cut three from cardboard.<br />
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Roll up the cardboard into circles, with the skinny ends overlapping until you reach the desired diameter. Secure with Hot glue (my personal choice) or whatever you prefer. I like instant gratification, strings of hot glue all over myself and my house, and burnt fingers. If that isn't your preference, adjust accordingly.<br />
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Use the LENS or the Monocle (I used Tim Holtz' Monocles) to determine the size of the circle. Remember, you want the circle the same size as the FRAME (not larger than the frame, you don't want the frame of the lens to fit INSIDE the circle tube, you want it to fit on TOP of the Circle so you can attach it with glue.)<br />
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Rudimentary? Yes. Remember, she isn't going to be MIXING toxic chemicals, she is a doll!<br />
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Next we create a bridge. like the bridge of glasses. Cut a strip maybe
2-3 inches long and narrow like under 1/2", Then cut that strip in half.
Lay the strips ON TOP OF EACH OTHER and secure with a dab of glue only
in the center. Fold each end so that it looks like this: <br />
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The center with the double thickness is the bridge. The folded up ends will be glued to the cardboard eye cups to keep them together. We will get to that. Set the bridge aside. <br />
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Time to have fun. Be creative. I used lightweight leather that is probably synthetic because I couldn't find anything I liked at JoAnn's unless it was flannel backed and Hobby Lobby had leather packs but I didn't like the color. This was red tag remnant and had the look of worn leather like an old aviator jacket. It was perfect. And it was cheap. Seriously, you need like three inches of this fabric, but I bought a half yard because it was cheap and because it seemed impossible to find what I wanted. I am sure that I will need this for a waist cincher/corset or some future piece of steampunkery.<br />
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Take your THIRD cardboard pattern piece (see why I said three) and lay it on the leather. It is my personal experience that you should cut the CURVED side of the pattern wider than the pattern. This is because you will need to fold the excess fabric/leather inside the eye cups and glue it inside so you don't see the cardboard edges, and to make a more uniform surface to adhere the monocles/lenses. You can also take an inch or so off the end of your skinny ends of your leather because you don't need more than a 1/2" of overlap on the skinny edges when you glue them. No need for excess bulk.<br />
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So cut one piece of leather using your pattern as a "sort-of" guide. Try it out wrapped on your eyecup. Glue the leather onto OUTSIDE of the cardboard eyecup, covering the cardboard completely, and then tacking down the overlapped skinny ends.<br />
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When you have the Both eyecups covered like this:<br />
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You can add glue around the rims of the FRONT of the glasses/eyecups (which will be the flat side not the curved side) and fold over the extra leather like this:<br />
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Sorry that one is out of focus. Better ones will come. Once both eyecups are completely covered, attach the bridge with glue to the exact center of the eyecup, which will be the opposite side of the DEEPEST point of the eyecup. Then attach the bridge to the other eyecup the same way, and voila... glasses/goggles are taking shape!<br />
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You can see where I goofed a bit on the left side and the leather wasn't "excess" enough to wrap over the edge of the cardboard. Oops. But the second eyecup I did a better job on. It isn't perfection, but that all gets covered up. NOW if you are bugged by seeing the cardboard inside, now would be a good time to cover the insides with leather too, or paint them brown, or whatever. I didn't care about perfection, just want them to work nicely and they look good as is.<br />
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Next you are going to cut a long strip of leather about as wide as the bridge. Long enough to wrap around the bridge two to three times. Start it with a dab of glue, wrap wrap wrap, and stick the end down with a dot of glue. Test it before you glue to make sure it's long enough and also to make sure you have your end seam in the "back."<br />
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Next I poked holes in the sides of the eyecups to attach the Tim Holtz buckles, which just go on with prong fasteners that are included. I would use a craft awl but mine was missing (because I have to hide it from kids and don't know where I put it last) and therefore I used a seam ripper, which was far from ideal and a real PITA, but it worked eventually. Attach the buckles to the sides...<br />
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Next I put cool little Tim Holtz Fasteners on the top outer side of the eyecups. I used these for pure funky look AND as a dual purpose, to attach the lens monocles to the glasses, or so it appears.<br />
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Placement of the cool jump ring fasteners on the upper outsides of the eye cups. Once again puncturing with my seam ripper. I miss my awl. </div>
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Next I glued the monocles to the front of the eyecups, lining up the monocle "loop" with the fastener on top. I first attempted to use super glue, thinking it a more permanent and quicker method of gluing. After getting fingerprints aand glue haze on on one monocle and having it fall off multiple times, I decided I was wrong and went back to my trusty hot glue. I also didn't like the way the super glue soaked into the leather giving it a "wet" appearance. The monocles come with a loop that is built in to the outer metal frame, and there is a jump ring attached thru that loop. I personally chose to remove the jump loop thru each monocle because I liked that look more and thought it looked more authentic. Do what you will. I attached the monocle to the loop on the fastener with the super cool Tim Holtz Safety Pins. PERFECTION!</div>
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You can see lots of detail in this photo above. Tim Holtz's Safety Pins attaching the Monocle to the fastener's jump ring. The fasteners are attached with the same brads with folding prongs as the buckles, like the ones down the center of some two pocket, three hole punched folders.<br />
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Let's talk about the leather strap itself.... It was a double wrap leather bracelet blank that I found on sale in the jewelry section of Joann's. I could have used my own leather, but I loved that this had it's own fastening system. You see, I wanted the buckles on the side (which ARE Fully functional) To LOOK Functional, but I didn't want to mess with buckling each time. SO. I took the leather bracelet, and cut it in half down the center. Then I cut the end (where I had cut it in half) to look like a pointed belt, and used my seam ripper (GOSH where IS MY AWL!!!???) to make a hole for the buckle prong to go thru. I did this on both sides so the buckles are fully functional but they can stay exactly where they are, because the bracelet had this cool adjustable fastener...<br />
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which adds extra steampunk character AND is super super easy to add and remove the goggles from the doll's head with just a pop. SUPER awesome. It's by Darice, called a Brown Leather Bracelet, #1999-3628 24" long- from the Darice Jewelry Designer Line.<br />
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I am sorry that I didn't take pics of that strap process, but you will either figure it out, or do an alternative... like elastic or your own leather strap. Or you could actually USE the side buckles.<br />
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You can also purchase these hitch fasteners from Tim Holtz that allow you to make your own closure like this one that this bracelet came with... I bought some but didn't need them for this particular pair.<br />
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So now all that's left is making these goggles YOURS! I glued these cool
brass jewelry pieces onto the top, they looked a little "wise owl" -ish
to me. They are made by "Vintaj" which has natural brass jewelry pieces. Found at Hobby Lobby. Sooo cool because you can buy patina kits by Vintaj and make cool effects.<br />
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I also hot glued "Tim Holtz Idea-ology Mini Gears" onto the front of the lenses.<br />
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For a super cool final project. Maybe someday I will paint the insides of the eyecups brown... but for now I am cool with the results.<br />
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Now. PRICING. I will only list the ones that I actually USED for the goggles.<br />
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Tim Holtz-<br />
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<li>Wire Pins - 18 pins for $4.99 at Hobby Lobby (regular price) sale for $$3.49 (30% off sale)</li>
<li>Buckles- 6 buckles for 5.99 at Hobby Lobby (regular price) sale for $4.19 (30% off sale)</li>
<li>Mini Gears- 12 assorted for $4.99 *full price* at Joann- sale for 40% off $2.99</li>
<li>Monocles-3 for $7.99 *full price* at Joann - sale 40% off $4.79</li>
<li>Fasteners- 9 for $3.99 at Hobby Lobby (regular price) sale 30% off at $2.79</li>
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Metal Chain- 24" for at Joann ($5.99 *full price*) SALE for $2.99<br />
Leather Bracelet- Joann $4.99 *full price*<br />
Vintaj Brass Jewelry Pieces- $3.99 Hobby Lobby *full price*<br />
Brown Distressed Leather Fabric- Red Tag Price $9.99 yard, sale price $5/yard. Half Yard 2.50<br />
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That's about $40 in supplies.<i> <b>BUT I did not use all or even a small portion of each package.</b> </i><br />
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2/18 pins for a cost of $0.39<br />
2/6 buckles for a cost of $2.00<br />
4/12 mini gears for a cost of $1.00<br />
3 monocles (one oops!) for a cost of $4.79<br />
2/9 Fasteners for a cost of $0.62<br />
1/4 metal chain length for a cost of $0.75<br />
Leather Bracelet cost $4.99<br />
Vintaj Pieces $3.99<br />
Leather Fabric - mere inches for a cost of less than $0.20<br />
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For a cost of $18.79 less the $5 off coupon I used at Joann=<br />
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<b> $13.79 total materials cost for ONE pair of goggles. </b></h2>
So any way you look at it, it was worth my time to make them myself, versus spending $50 a pair on etsy. However, I am SURE theirs are probably better quality than mine? No cardboard? real leather? sewn leather? no glue? All screws? I am unsure. But I know mine will do the trick and I could essentially make more goggles with the supplies I have. Enjoy!<br />
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<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11096318864189341010noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16661932.post-88261096707656422532014-12-31T19:11:00.002-06:002014-12-31T19:13:11.503-06:00Homemade Science Beakers - American Girl Science/SchoolScience Beakers from Hairspray/Pump Bottle Caps- labeled with ultra fine sharpie marker.<br />
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Another cool idea from http://www.beds-n-blankies.com/madsciencedetails.htm Whose science ideas BLOW MY MIND and I will continue to implement and share :)<br />
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<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11096318864189341010noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16661932.post-10246726247579807462014-12-31T16:28:00.000-06:002014-12-31T16:28:31.696-06:00American Girl Homemade Hermit Crabs - for your pet shop, school, bedroomHermit Crabs in the Classroom.<br />
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Yesterday my Daughter said "You know
mom, what would really be cool, would be a tank of Hermit Crabs in our
classroom" (we have them at home and have for a few years.)<br />
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For those of you who aren't familiar, we are American Girl Doll crazy here. We have a big AG Dollhouse and lots of DIY and other furniture and accessories.<br />
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Her request was not unusual, but was something that I hadn't thought of, or seen on the many boards I am a part of (since then I have searched and seen a couple of ideas that are similar with crabs that have googley eyes on their shells and pipe cleaners for legs.)<br />
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Of course my
mind pondered a bit. This morning I was thinking "I should google for
some miniature hermit crab figurines" and then suddenly, it HIT me. I
don't have to SEE the hermit crabs in the shells, because we almost
NEVER see ours. They are ALWAYS buried.<br />
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So I rushed into my daught<span class="text_exposed_show">er's room and said "I HAVE AN IDEA!" and she looked at me like I had lost my mind. I said "get the suitcase of seashells!</span><br />
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So we picked out some tiny shells that would be to scale for the AG
Dolls. We painted two of them and left one plain. We took a cheap glass
bowl (actually a tealight holder) that I had bought at Michaels or Joann's a while back- with
intention of doing a fish tank- and added aquarium rocks. We added a
flat black stone like the one in our crabby tank at home, and a sprig of fake
greens and a driftwood looking stick piece. We added the painted shells
and the plain shell and put it in the school room. She was SOOOO
excited! I love that she could see the process through with me from Idea
to fruition. So much FUN!<br />
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If you decide to make a Hermit Crab tank for your dolls, share your pics with us! I'd also like to invite you doll addicts to join the MUCH fun "My Dolls House" group on Facebook, where we toss around ideas for crafts and other things for 18" dolls. You have to request to join and wait to be approved by the admin team, but it's WELL Worth your time!<br />
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11096318864189341010noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16661932.post-23308818730957783092014-02-14T00:28:00.001-06:002014-02-14T00:28:14.656-06:00Ardyn's Unikitty Lego Valentine BoxTonight I finished Ardyn's Unikitty Valentine Box. It is completely made of cardboard and scrapbook paper. The lego "circle" under the horn is the top (lid and a bit below that) of a baby food "puffs" snack container. The 3-D tail is constructed completely of scrapbook paper. The Valentines go in a slot cut into the back of the head and the head is attached to the body with two brads. <div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbTr8q0npoCo0khhYrHK8eHmliAug49nQRIBPNZow9YnVLtdJg53OOhFOoyLb2DKoBNh5QNIM6LXMVJr6XNe2zXTxlA-aJvyyWOu-zcpPIj30_p-lR5h_Jb0gM7sv5JtucPeRO/s640/blogger-image-394066854.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbTr8q0npoCo0khhYrHK8eHmliAug49nQRIBPNZow9YnVLtdJg53OOhFOoyLb2DKoBNh5QNIM6LXMVJr6XNe2zXTxlA-aJvyyWOu-zcpPIj30_p-lR5h_Jb0gM7sv5JtucPeRO/s640/blogger-image-394066854.jpg"></a></div><br></div><div>Most of the assembly is hot glue... My husband cut the arch in the bottom</div><div>"Body" box and used clear packing tape to put cardboard under the arch. </div><div><br></div><div>I used scrapbook adhesive in the tail construction because it was a fairly intricate process and hot glue wasn't practical as it was too hot and I would have gotten burnt for sure! </div><div><br></div><div>Hope this inspires someone! <div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRpWTcOgC4aO_7-nGlq2rnEgHDt0J7KzFK-jQu8kLt4kB4B_zgNpuGe1WvsqNLk3qVlOQ48OyNcwy35IpVs2CzNZix1Y9f6ytFyVj5M_8oLlA2ts_MNsOYFHsyk4WCRppNX9e9/s640/blogger-image--2055427602.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRpWTcOgC4aO_7-nGlq2rnEgHDt0J7KzFK-jQu8kLt4kB4B_zgNpuGe1WvsqNLk3qVlOQ48OyNcwy35IpVs2CzNZix1Y9f6ytFyVj5M_8oLlA2ts_MNsOYFHsyk4WCRppNX9e9/s640/blogger-image--2055427602.jpg"></a></div></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11096318864189341010noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16661932.post-41885858254938309732014-02-13T10:34:00.001-06:002014-02-13T10:34:22.949-06:00Marek's Batman Lego Valentine Box<div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi114G_ygi7FQCe_AfXx3ljN8_NAd0alIQDsloN1Jvec6nVJPQPWD8fda_RjzAENskgqc8-FJJ1beTwZ4HFJqG5H-9-hCZrrjjpzaJwU-oP87z5bSfP_ygbpsjE71zOp3G_QMfj/s640/blogger-image--836045600.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi114G_ygi7FQCe_AfXx3ljN8_NAd0alIQDsloN1Jvec6nVJPQPWD8fda_RjzAENskgqc8-FJJ1beTwZ4HFJqG5H-9-hCZrrjjpzaJwU-oP87z5bSfP_ygbpsjE71zOp3G_QMfj/s640/blogger-image--836045600.jpg"></a></div>I'm not actually sure if Marek needs a valentine box.... But his is a lego maniac, and he loves Batman and Batman Legos. The new Lego Movie was like a family "dream come true" and we can't very well make big sister a Unikitty valentine box (pics to come) and have Marek sitting here without one. <div><br></div><div>It truly didn't take long. It's all cardboard boxes I had in the "trash"- the feet are a cheezit box and the legs are a metal "locker" box cut in half to make two shorter legs. Te body is constructed of two altered 20 packs of coke - one might work but our school collects coke rewards so I had to cut out those first :) </div><div><br></div><div>The head is poster board (I had a scrap of black stashed from a snowman project we made for my daughter's class Christmas Party) and the details I used yellow card stock. I just used a ruler and drew the utility belt and cut it out, and the logo I printed on card stock. The cape is a piece of actual fabric that was leftover from the lining of a Dracula vest I made Marek for Halloween. <div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdJfZcSZS31uCWWBnBQjILXCZasfOLi-mMHxX47CBcjObcLXYHekujo3cD38PXL5SPuk7eRp8KzFzLGFbkzMjGm7MPpeDsKX2yLgDYGSQpX35MErJuAigRR9auPPsfOL9UIdWn/s640/blogger-image-2036617487.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdJfZcSZS31uCWWBnBQjILXCZasfOLi-mMHxX47CBcjObcLXYHekujo3cD38PXL5SPuk7eRp8KzFzLGFbkzMjGm7MPpeDsKX2yLgDYGSQpX35MErJuAigRR9auPPsfOL9UIdWn/s640/blogger-image-2036617487.jpg"></a></div></div><div><br></div><div>His arms are two toilet paper tubes and a plastic "puffs" container (baby food/snack) that I cut into a circle with an old serrated knife and then cut in half so that I had two hands. The arms are attached with brads (office supply) and the rest is together with hot glue. I assembled the body and left the head and arms off. Spray painted the arms and body black (rustoleum worked better. The krylon didn't want to stick to the cardboard and bubbled a bit)</div><div><br></div><div>Then I attached the arms, head, cape, and utility belt/logo. </div><div><br></div><div>The "hole" is through the top of his head/helmet... It's completely open and the goodies go down thru the shoulders and into the main chest/stomach area. </div><div><br></div><div>The head is attached with clear packing tape on the inside so I can easily remove it if I need to extract some big loot :)</div><div><br></div><div>Hope you are inspired. I just want to hug him he is so awesome! My son<div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIRwf4slHBvTg_Ap1FRilQkgsxDzoBpacN6wSKdvnpaaQ04sD4yLlUu0E1N59aFAbmdMeXF-YXRCTdAR-n4qMP_LCnmH_UJGEVJiH3OnPLv2XeesvtkyWq9zdbbyA7AwRLWuM0/s640/blogger-image-318960906.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIRwf4slHBvTg_Ap1FRilQkgsxDzoBpacN6wSKdvnpaaQ04sD4yLlUu0E1N59aFAbmdMeXF-YXRCTdAR-n4qMP_LCnmH_UJGEVJiH3OnPLv2XeesvtkyWq9zdbbyA7AwRLWuM0/s640/blogger-image-318960906.jpg"></a></div> can't wait to "play" with him. Lol</div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11096318864189341010noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16661932.post-84399316151392750822014-01-08T16:31:00.001-06:002014-01-08T16:31:15.997-06:00Command hooks vs bathroom suction cupsHave you heard all of the commercials saying that Command Hooks are now made for the bathroom and they hold BETTER than suction cups in the shower? Yeah. Let's just say this house has one hell of a panel of product testers... There are SIX command hooks with outdoor adhesive on this submarine....<div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDKOlB9ThBEvw5PfFsWGJzQtWmIOGTMACG9JJXoIE-Jgjj207en6vBNbv1X9Cyd4RoUWvgcEues207SFwPR9bo-vcmxca-bf5GAjIdoAPpffoV468ikt28zdxkIBpWOl6_bvji/s640/blogger-image--49768358.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDKOlB9ThBEvw5PfFsWGJzQtWmIOGTMACG9JJXoIE-Jgjj207en6vBNbv1X9Cyd4RoUWvgcEues207SFwPR9bo-vcmxca-bf5GAjIdoAPpffoV468ikt28zdxkIBpWOl6_bvji/s640/blogger-image--49768358.jpg"></a></div><div><br></div><div>Aaand go!</div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11096318864189341010noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16661932.post-74830311558755495632013-09-23T23:18:00.001-05:002013-09-23T23:18:42.690-05:00How to Pierce your American Girl Doll's Ears and Put Feathers in her Hair :)Well, I said I was going to bed an hour ago. I worked on some things for a client and I avoided folding diapers or watching the movie I said I was going to watch. I got involved in some graphic design and then next thing I know three hours have passed since I put the kids to bed. *sigh*<br />
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A has been out of socks for the past three days and she wore M's Socks but now he is out of socks too and so I should have washed socks. It might be easier to go buy new socks. Although A can wear sandals and M doesn't have school tomorrow so he can wear sandals or crocs too. Maybe I can just wash them tomorrow (or buy more tomorow.)<br />
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The dog is in here trolling around for crumbs and children's stuffed animals for which he can sink his teeth into and call his own.<br />
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My major accomplishment of the day was piercing the ears on A's doll. A couple of years ago I got her an Our Generation doll from Target, Sydney, to which she lovingly refers as "the one with the crappy hair." Sydney was my attempt at NOT purchasing an American Girl doll, but she in fact DOES have crappy hair and she is NOT a great substitute. But she is a good friend for the new American Girl doll who has lovely hair and nice joints and no awkward longer left leg. Of course when we got ourselves to the AG Doll store for A's birthday (if you're on facebook with me you know that she requested a trip to the store and forfeited her birthday party and all other gifts from us to pay for it) we had her doll Lila's ears pierced. We were all excited and of course all that happened was the girl taking the doll behind a white painted wall and punching holes in her ears and handing her back $14 later with a card of new earrings. A was sad because she wanted to see it happen, and comfort the doll, and help. Well, that isn't part of the plan. I wanted to make that dream come true for her for FREE so I decided to let her watch me pound a metal yarn needle thru the side of Sydney's head with a rusty hammer. It was magnificent. And it was free.<br />
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Initially I had intended on using my Awl, but since my sewing table is a freakish disaster and I can only reach it if I edge around an empty Cubical Organizer, step OVER ten thousand old crinkly coloring book pages, and climb OVER the train table tipped sideways... I didn't do much digging around beyond the 20 minutes I spent not finding it. I did find the sharp end of the seam ripper to get the holes started and then used a sharp but LARGE eyed needle (just like the plastic yarn needles but metal) and a regular sized hammer... to drive the needle into the side of the doll's head. I had to drive it in all the way to the eye of the needle and had to rest the doll's head on the coffee table so it would quit bouncing while I was hammering. One of the doll's eyes was twitching in a scary posessed way as I did this but A mostly ignored me while she played the batman lego video game with M. True Story. So much for creating a perfect piercing experience. But in the end she was thrilled and the AG doll earrings fit perfectly in Sydney's Ears and since the $14 bought me four pair of studs with three different dangling attachments, we have earrings for everyone! Who's next?<br />
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After this fantastic alteration of Sydney Lee, I decided that it was time to also put feathers in her hair like A has. Since her hair was crappy anyway, what could it hurt? I cut some pink (light and hot pink) feathers from an ugly kechain charm bundle that I had gotten on clearance for 10 cents at Walmart like 4 years ago. I just knew I would tear it up for something. I took the tiny feathers and used stainless steel crimp beads for jewelry making and my trusty Bead Retreat Crimping Pliers, and put beads and Three Feathers in Sydney Lee's crappy hair. A is pretty convinced I am the coolest mom on the planet, and I am not so sure she is mistaken :)<br />
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The dog is currently licking the high chair clean, which is a BONUS for me... one more thing off my list to do.<br />
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Well, I need to catch some sleep because someone has to buy socks tomorrow and someone has to wake three kids up at 6:30am. Have a great night mommies and don't forget you can totally pierce your own American Girl Doll's Ears. Or you can bring her to me. I'm confident in my piercing skills. <br />
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<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11096318864189341010noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16661932.post-83610257210926360292013-09-20T07:52:00.001-05:002013-09-20T07:52:16.166-05:00Marek- kidspeak<span style="font-family: '.HelveticaNeueInterface-M3';">Marek's wisdom of the day...</span><div style="font-family: '.HelveticaNeueInterface-M3';">"Mommy, do mummies stink when you unwrap them?"</div><div style="font-family: '.HelveticaNeueInterface-M3';"><br></div><div style="font-family: '.HelveticaNeueInterface-M3';">"Did it rain or is that Mountain Dew on your van?"</div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11096318864189341010noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16661932.post-42138649724616911092013-08-27T10:33:00.001-05:002013-08-27T10:33:02.745-05:00Custom lid idea for hermit crab enclosureWe have been having a lot of fun with hermit crabs over here. We have three in a 10 gallon aquarium tank. Of course it's just an old tank with a hood that we've had laying around for years, and I had planned on getting a mesh lid for it someday. When we first got the hermit crabs I saw a mesh lid that I really liked the local pet store. It was a bit pricey and I didn't have that amount of funds available when our initial hermit crab endeavor began. I think it was somewhere between 15 and $19. That wasn't entirely bad but it was more important that they had sponges for water and salt and food.<div><br></div><div>What I really liked about it was the hinged trapdoor in the top Which allowed you to reach in and change and add food or water etc. At a trip to Petsmart I saw one for a lower price that had just the standard mesh lid. I passed on purchasing it twice thinking that I really wanted that trapdoor... But the more I thought about it the more I realized that whenever doing something with the hermit crabs I really required a little bit more space than just a small trapdoor in order to reach inside and get what I needed. There was also no real risk of the crabs escaping when I was trying to work with them so I decided that the expense of the trap door really wasn't worth it. I went ahead and purchased the mesh lid at Petsmart and all the way home was thinking about how exactly I was going to wrap the saran wrap along with the new lid. </div><div><br></div><div>You see, anyone who is familiar with hermit crabs knows that retaining humidity is important for a correct habitat. Most books recommended that you add saran wrap to part of the top of the enclosure in order to retain moisture and get the proper humidity level in the tank. With experimentation I could tell that my humidity level (based on the gauge) would go way down if I removed the saran wrap but if I continued covering 1/2 to 3/4 of the tank with saran it would stay at the proper humidity level. </div><div><br></div><div>This morning I decided to get the new lid on the tank and work on my saran wrap. I went ahead and cleaned most of the tank and for the first time I used all-natural hermit clean spray. It is an odor removal, cleaner and deodorizer and it smells like Lime. I really liked it! I used extra hot water and the spray to clean everything that I could remove easily. </div><div><br></div><div>I removed the large sand beach area of substrate and replaced it with coconut coir Substrate because one of the newer crabs was looking like he was beginning to molt (At least that is what the Petsmart employee said but to me he looks just like the other two!) </div><div><br></div><div>After adding a new crab yesterday, the crabs were incredibly active last night and in fact several times I heard noises from the kids room and went to check on them only to discover the crabs having a heyday in their tank. If you have crabs you know that they're nocturnal and they generally sleep during the day and play at night. Even so, I was not finding them to be incredibly active at night time... With the exception of the occasional and very rare *clunk* of a shell on the side of the glass tank. </div><div><br></div><div>I had previously acquired a coconut fiber climbing wall that was designed to encourage the crabs to climb and give them a place to play. I had not installed it because I didn't want to give them a reason to climb without a lid but now that I had a lid I was very excited to put it in the tank... And also have a another item that would help retain humidity With a tank spritzing.</div><div><br></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEif55hHRIbH46Z8Q11JmtKr7P_t4ftqSm10zr2u0BIPXmHAYSNxZGH955PderOh1KEY274FTS_5qadHalbKpv3njcrbBERNTRAWJUtwlgkQIYkVGSKlzoCgsG4V0cceLJafZ4sL/s640/blogger-image--528061151.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEif55hHRIbH46Z8Q11JmtKr7P_t4ftqSm10zr2u0BIPXmHAYSNxZGH955PderOh1KEY274FTS_5qadHalbKpv3njcrbBERNTRAWJUtwlgkQIYkVGSKlzoCgsG4V0cceLJafZ4sL/s640/blogger-image--528061151.jpg"></a></div><br></div><div>I actually got the idea to make the plastic on the lid be more permanent and less messy. I used a piece of thick plastic that you can purchase at Joanne fabrics in the home decor Fabric area. I always have this on hand because it comes in very handy for projects with sewing. </div><div><br></div><div>Ever since I've had children I have purchased this in a very long tablecloth length section and kept it on our dining room table on top of all my cloth tablecloths. This makes for easy wiping after meals with small kids and allows them to do any project like Play-doh or painting or plaster crafts without worrying about destroying a tablecloth. It has been an absolute lifesaver and our table is never without it. Once the kids have basically destroyed the length of plastic, I will remove it From the table and cut the good sections apart to use as crafts. I keep sections of plastic underneath the fish tank, and kept the plastic on hand to use during our homebirth If necessary. I have used squares of it too sew into Ispy bags. It's just plain convenient and if you use a 40 to 50% off coupon you can get it for a discount that makes it very inexpensive. Generally a tablecloth plastic will last us about a year although in this case I've had this one on the table for nearly 2 years because I keep forgetting to pick up another one... It's not particularly immaculate anymore but it still serves it's purpose. Since I don't have the leaf in the table right now I had some overhanging about the width of a fish tank lid so I went ahead and chopped it off with the scissors knowing I'm getting a new one soon anyway. :) If I can remember! So anyway I trimmed the plastic down so that it would fit inside the under side of the mesh aquarium lid. I made it the same depth as the lid but about three quarters of the width... Because air needs to circulate to prevent the growth of mold, bacteria, and disease in their tank. I lay the plastic on the underside of the mesh lid so that you couldn't see the edges from the top and then I poked small holes in the plastic to correspond with the vent holes in the mesh of the lid. Then I used very tiny zip ties that I had on hand to attach the plastic to the mesh in the four corners of the plastic. I trimmed off the excess edges of the attached zip ties and put the lid on the tank. Voila! Instant replacement for the saran wrap - that can stay on the tank constantly and wipes clean. You can see through it, it retains humidity, and it removes along withthe lid to make it easier for the kids and myself to access the crabs to take care of them.</div><div><br></div><div>If I need to I can easily cut the zip ties and replace it with a fresh piece of plastic in the future. Black zip ties would probably provide a more seamless look but let's be honest I had clear ties on hand and it's an aquarium tank so it's not that big of an issue aesthetically :)</div><div><br></div><div>I hope that someone out there on the web sees this and uses my idea to create a mesh hermit crab enclosure lid for themselves!</div><div><br></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNsN8e3G14rgZOC-SVtfetZNwSBUZGiKaW0SLpaWF3fmm2dSshiZupd4MwKhmBmqnnFowpfcc88NRUajVkradeEjB9_A-GsmDFozjaVd-QH6A92N4SFc8iTgNDqtlt6gVv28w2/s640/blogger-image-683482728.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNsN8e3G14rgZOC-SVtfetZNwSBUZGiKaW0SLpaWF3fmm2dSshiZupd4MwKhmBmqnnFowpfcc88NRUajVkradeEjB9_A-GsmDFozjaVd-QH6A92N4SFc8iTgNDqtlt6gVv28w2/s640/blogger-image-683482728.jpg"></a></div><br></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11096318864189341010noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16661932.post-48217555197217705652013-05-27T16:05:00.001-05:002013-05-27T16:05:15.695-05:00Kidspeak- waffle suckerMarek- "eeew mom! Yuk! I don't want this sucker! I want a different one! I don't like suckers that taste like waffles!!" <br/><br/><div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiW63qT55KD7SU6u8sl2tc1ItiNLh6XdZwssCx7Fm4hyphenhyphenVqVDFegjHQ0JGHCFk4ntuaDg00tyJbMznSYWcCq-HBlyY6fDdWKl8klO1TpyfwzyS-wAx2GvCwNGw-j1thkUa0SoidJ/s640/blogger-image--645263402.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiW63qT55KD7SU6u8sl2tc1ItiNLh6XdZwssCx7Fm4hyphenhyphenVqVDFegjHQ0JGHCFk4ntuaDg00tyJbMznSYWcCq-HBlyY6fDdWKl8klO1TpyfwzyS-wAx2GvCwNGw-j1thkUa0SoidJ/s640/blogger-image--645263402.jpg" /></a></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11096318864189341010noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16661932.post-24683020213392360202013-05-13T21:42:00.001-05:002013-05-13T21:42:20.254-05:00Overworking the Hot Water Heater...Man am I beat! I have done so much today, and I can't wait to be in bed. If I had my way (and a bath) I would already be there. It's 9:15 and I am just finishing up what I wanted to accomplish (well, truly only a portion of it) and I don't feel like I can go much longer. I was stressed out today only because of my own expectations of what I should accomplish. I hate when I do that but I don't know how to not worry over meeting my own deadlines. :) I actually have both a To-Do List AND I am making appointments with myself in my calendar so that I don't forget anything! Tomorrow is going to be worse as far as being "busy" but at least I get to start the day with a massage which I badly need because I am SO achey right now. My RLS has been going crazy, as it always seems to do when I start up allergy medicine. I try to delay the allergy meds as long as I can, but for several weeks I was just having a hell of a time getting out of bed, and I knew it was time. It's like one evil or the other.<br />
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The hot water heater has been working overtime today. I'm on my second load of diapers, my third load of dishes in the dishwasher, and I just finished making 20 gallons of laundry detergent. I was just going to jump in the bathtub, but I realized that I would likely have no hot water. I don't know how long it will take the water heater to catch up, but I figure if I write for a bit I will clear my head and hopefully gain myself a bit more hot water.<br />
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I was able to make pork chops and stuffing for supper and we also played outside for about three hours and I got three flower boxes planted. That only leaves five more window sized boxes and then all the rest of the containers (maybe like seven?) Then I have to clean the chicken coop. And spread 12 bags of mulch. And setup the swimming pool. I also added sand to the sandbox today which was thrilling for the kids. New sand always makes them thrilled. I sorted laundry that was piled over my head and although I intended to get further than I did with laundry, I did get three loads washed (but of course not folded hung or put away.<br />
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Tomorrow it looks like I will be going to Princeton and back FIVE TIMES and I am absolutely not exaggerating that. Unless I can convince Evan to bring both boys to me after my massage, then that would mean four times. I'm not sure how I am going to get supper in the crock pot and any laundry done amongst that mess of a day. Not to mention how badly I wanted to get my flowers planted. Oh well. I guess I have limitations!<br />
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I did take a break to sing the kids to sleep tonight. And I got to chat on the phone with a good friend for a bit while I unloaded the dishwasher.<br />
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Yesterday was Mother's Day. It didn't turn out as planned and I won't lie, I was feeling kinda glum... but overall I can't really complain. Looking back it was a nice day. It was windy! We had reservations to eat at Verucci's for Mother's Day brunch, but unfortunately Evan was throwing up all morning from a bad headache and a pinched nerve in his neck. I ended up taking the kids out to my moms to say hello and cooking them breakfast there. Then we played for a bit and I fixed a few things on mom's computer. After that we went to Red Barn Nursery and unfortunately I realized after we arrived that I had left my wallet at home. I was in the process of organizing my mobile office, and I had taken a bunch of stuff in from the van and accidentally left my wallet home. I had a large Stack n Store container that I was using as a mobile office, but one day I had someone riding with me soI had moved it to the very back of the van instead of in it's usual place in the front passenger seat. The next day one of the kids climbed over the back seat to get something from the way back and stepped ON to the container and cracked the lid badly. It was already missing two of the tabs and was precarious... so I knew it was time to rethink. I found <a href="http://theorganizedhomeandlife.blogspot.se/2013/03/spring-spruce-portable-office.html" target="_blank">a cool mobile office post</a> and the Craftsman Tool Tote that she used was (is) on sale at Sears Website for $10.99 so I ordered it online with free in store pickup and got it the next day from the local Sears store. So yesterday afternoon after realizing I had forgotten my wallet, we went home and put on play clothes and then the big kids played in the front yard. I sat in the van watching them from the driveway, and the baby slept in his seat and nursed when he wanted to. It was to windy to really have him outside much so I organized the van a bit and setup my NEW Mobile office while he napped. I like how sturdy it is, but it also is heavy when you add in the family binder. But the GOOD news is that the binder fits inside, which is did not in the last mobile office, and that was frustrating. With Safety Town planning in full swing and me as the chairwoman this year, I need all the on the go organization I can get. <br />
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So anyway, the kids played happily and when they started to get on each other's nerves they climbed in the van with us and said "now what" and I said, lets go get some supper together. So we headed for town and decided on Mexican, where they gave me a single red rose that surprised me :) The kids had each made me cards when they woke up and Ardyn had a funny scavenger hunt. She had written "happy day mom" on three different pieces of paper and hidden them in the house for my to find. Marek had written something besides his own name for the first time, and it was "mom" awwe! We enjoyed our supper and then headed for home for baths and bedtime. The kids and I were all in bed at 5:45, but the baby wanted cuddle time and he nursed on and off for a while. I couldn't sleep (although I had been exhausted) so I sat up and worked on my to do list for the week to clear my head.<br />
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Ardyn has been bringing home lots of fun things from school, as they are gearing up for the end of the school year. Her art surprises are getting more frequent and more elaborate. Last week Marek went on a field trip with his class to the YMCA for some tumbling, and this week Ardyn goes to the zoo. I'm looking forward to the summer so that we don't have to stop what we are doing outside and come in to eat and bathe and be in bed at a respectable hour for school the next morning. That's the hardest thing about late nights and early mornings. I could stay outside till dark working if it weren't for school! But soon enough I will be begging the teachers to take them back :)<br />
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Today Ardyn was talking about first grade and she said "Mom do you know what Mr C (the first grade teacher) does if you tip your chair back in his class? He KNOCKS YOU OVER!" I said in mock horror.. "NO! Who told you that?" - She said "Miss R!" (her current teacher.) I had to stop myself from giggling.<br />
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Well, on to finishing up laundry and hitting the tub (I hope) but i might just settle for washing my feet and showering in the morning :)<br />
<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11096318864189341010noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16661932.post-39976901410840965842013-05-09T00:13:00.000-05:002013-05-09T00:16:19.726-05:00Review- Infantino Squeeze Station and Fresh Squeezed Product LineToday we tried the <a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B009IVKY7Q/ref=oh_details_o02_s02_i00?ie=UTF8&psc=1" target="_blank">Infantino Squeeze Station</a> and Fresh Squeezed Line. Let me start by saying that I received no free products, these were purchases that I made and have chosen to review here.<br />
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The Squeeze Station comes with ten disposable packets and lids. I was impressed with the quality of everything in the station, including the disposable packets. If you know me, you know that I don't LIKE Disposable. At all. We don't DO Disposable. We reuse everything. We cloth diaper, we use cloth wipes, mama cloth, the whole deal. I didn't order the disposable refills, but instead I ordered the <a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B00B9ZHLRU/ref=oh_details_o02_s03_i00?ie=UTF8&psc=1" target="_blank">Infantino Keeper Squeeze Pouches</a> (two of them, one for the main course, and one for the dessert... just to try and see if they were what we would like.) The Keeper Squeeze Pouches seem to be taking longer to arrive than the station itself... I will update the review when I receive them.<br />
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Now, for US, the idea behind the squeeze station was to find a portable method for feeding baby that wasn't messy and didn't require me to take glass baby food jars or a thermos container, or spoons, etc... everywhere we went. This isn't a big deal when you have like, your first child.... but when you have three kids and two of them are in school in different school districts and you spend more time driving back and forth than you care to think about, there are times when your baby is hungry and you just don't know what the heck you will do. There isn't a high chair. There isn't a wipeable surface surrounding them. I need something small, portable, and simple that creates little mess. I don't need a baby spoon that baby swats away and splatters food all over. I don't need to worry about keeping said spoon clean in the bottom of a crumb infested diaper bag. I just need simple and efficient.<br />
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I have three kids. I am not ashamed to admit that I have done LOTS of things as far as baby food. I've done Baby Led Weaning (BLW) and Annabel Karmel books and recipes. I've made my own purees and other homemade baby food recipes. I've purchased baby food in glass jars and plastic rectangular lidded packs. I've received food purees free from WIC. This gives me the opportunity to give a pretty full review.<br />
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Let's start by saying that the pouches hold a surprisingly generous amount of food for their slim and portable size. Baby Ewyn (I know you can't pronounce it. Haven't you people ever heard of Ewan McGregor? well, just think "yoo-win" and you've got it. Scottish. Gaelic. It's not that hard people.) is 7 months old in 40 minutes. His puree spitting techniques are spot on, although he is usually more interested in getting things down the hatch. Feeding him does take a lot of time and it makes a big mess. I usually feed him naked and I HATE feeding him in public because it's much easier to "lift shirt, attach boobie" than do the baby feeding gig. I hate public highchairs (assuming you can find one) and for a while I was taking my own high chair here and there and I had an okay (although stressful) system down where I had everything in a ziploc bag inside the tray lid and I also took a dry washcloth and a wet washcloth (we don't DO disposable wipes, remember) but I felt like it took 22.75 hours of planning to leave the house (I doth exxagerate) and so this was a much better solution.<br />
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Pouch baby food that can be pre-purchased has a few issues. You can't control ingredients. Lots of waste (garbage) that isn't green minded. Prices are higher than regular or homemade baby purees. WhatKindOfCancerCausingChemicalsAreInThatSpaceAgedPackaging?! Can you heat it?<br />
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My biggest issue is, that I see parents feeding the babies squeeze pouch food all the time. At home. At daycare. At babysitters. And all I can envision is the futuristic people in Wall-E. When will our kids learn to use spoons and forks? Using utensils is a skill that you hope your child develops at a decent age, and feeding them every meal in a squeeze pouch is likely going to hamper that skillset. This is why I am only using pouches when away from home in an inconvenient setting. At home I will still be using spoon. I think. Although there are also <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Infantino-208-106-Couple-a-Spoons/dp/B00B9ZHQ5W/ref=sr_1_1?s=baby-products&ie=UTF8&qid=1368073346&sr=1-1&keywords=infantino+pouch+spoon" target="_blank">spoons that can attach TO the pouches</a>. I don't believe these are the devil, but I do know that they aren't going to mesh with me "cleaner eating away from home" plan that I envision in my head. I will try them later. At this point the reviews on them are not promising.<br />
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I purchased the fresh squeezed line and pouches and tested them with items like applesauce for the big kids, and also homemade purees and store bought baby food.<br />
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To start, the Station allows you to be filling three pouches at once, and they can be filled with the same or different purees. You have three chambers to fill and ONE Plunger (aka <a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B00B9ZHQ6G/ref=oh_details_o02_s01_i00?ie=UTF8&psc=1" target="_blank">Infantino Food Press</a>) that comes with the kit. You can <a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B00B9ZHQ6G/ref=oh_details_o02_s01_i00?ie=UTF8&psc=1" target="_blank">purchase additional plungers</a> (which I did, although they also have not arrived yet and it wasn't a HUGE pain to just quickly rinse the plunger between purees if needed.) You can purchase an <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Infantino-208-108-Add-on-Funnel/dp/B00B9ZHQAC/ref=pd_sim_ba_5" target="_blank">additional funnel</a> ($20 on amazon?!) and it seriously is NOT necessary. The opening is plenty wide to pour into and if you can't hit that opening, you have bigger issues. I do like to use <a href="http://www.amazon.com/SILICONE-MINI-SPATULA-SPREADER-GREEN/dp/B002SBQLG6/ref=sr_1_5?ie=UTF8&qid=1368073504&sr=8-5&keywords=mini+spatula" target="_blank">these tiny spatulas</a> (I have a bunch of them) to get remains out of food processor and baby food jars. These are slick little guys. I bought them back with baby #2 when I got smart.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Station Includes Three Tubes, but one plunger.</td></tr>
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You attach the pouches to the station by sliding them into the grooves. They don't "secure" in place until you screw a tube on to the top. The tube secures directly on to the pouch, the stand just sort of "holds" them upright for you. As another reviewer stated, you can easily do this without the stand at all. If Infantino wasn't in the money making business, I am thinking they could sell the pouches and one plunger/tube for less than $10 and still make everyone happy. But I can see if you are doing lots of baby food (homemade) that this stand and doing several pouches at a time would be much nicer and less time consuming than doing it by hand. So that said, you can fill the pouches without the stand itself. I do like that the stand is versatile and allows you to store all the pieces inside when you are finished, which takes up less space and prevents your cupboards from having all these pieces roaming around to be lost in the depths.<br />
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The plunger isn't a <i>complete</i> tight fit, but it does create a nice seal in the tube. The downside is that you can be plunging the pouches full of air (which would be worse if the plunger fit super tight.) Once I fill a tube with puree, I insert the plunger but tilt it slightly to one side so that there isn't a "seal" created until the plunger is flush with the puree. Then I straighten the plunger to create the seal and press the puree down into the bag completely. This prevents you from injecting a bunch of air into the bag. Remember to unscrew the bag slightly before retracting the plunger or the puree will be sucked back out of the packet. A little puree will leak around the top of the packet when you unscrew, but it's minimal. If it's your first baby, just sterilize the pouch spout with bleach or alcohol before putting the lid on. If it's your third, just lick it and put the lid on. (kidding. About the bleach and alcohol part, not the licking part.)<br />
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The upside is that these packets can be frozen (and of course they sell a <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Infantino-208-110-Freezer-Sleeve/dp/B009IX0J06/ref=pd_sim_ba_4" target="_blank">packet organizer</a>.) The downside is that they aren't shelf stable like a purchased packet and they only recommend keeping them in the fridge for 48 hours (yes, again.... if it's your <br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I don't get it mom.</td></tr>
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first baby you'll listen. If you're me, you might go a week:) Another downside? These packets can't be microwaved or boiled. I assume you could put them in a hot glass of water to warm the food if you wanted, or maybe a bottle warmer? Some baby food is good cold or room temperture, but Ewyn made a horrid face at me when I tried to serve him cold green beans "ala packet" today.<br />
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The "tubes" have marks on the sides of them. The lowest mark is approximately the equivalent of a Gerber First Foods Plastic pack of puree. The second mark is about the equivalent of a standard Gerber/Beechnut baby food Jar (not the tiny ones that meats come in) and you can get two Gerber Puree Packets (plastic lidded smaller packs) into one fresh squeezed pouch. You can also get an entire jar of baby food in a pouch with wiggle room.<br />
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My kids wouldn't eat green beans or peas. Ardyn would gag and puke. Marek and Ewyn just gag and spit and refused to swallow them at all. They were much happier with orange veggies like Squash, Carrots, and Sweet Potatoes. This time around I learned that mixing green beans or peas with fruit (seriously) is a big yum-o for baby and that I can get them to eat green beans and peas NO PROBLEMO if I mix them. Green Beans with Pears is a big hit with Ewyn. It's really nice because if I was trying to feed green beans on the go I would have to have a way to mix them with pears... or mix them at home ahead of time. In this case I mixed them right in the station tubes. I used the lines on the tubes to pour equal amounts of pears and beans into each tube and then mixed with my little spatula and pressed the mixes right into the packets. This would work well with homemade purees as well. Voila, green beans and pears on the go.<br />
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Of course the directions say do NOT reuse pouches (yes I tried it. yes it worked. No it isn't all super sterile and clean.) but the pouches do write on very nicely with a fine sharpie. I would recommend labeling them BEFORE filling *duh*<br />
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I also have purchased some of<a href="http://www.amazon.com/PouchPop-Topper-Count-Feeding-Months/dp/B00AM3E9KM/ref=pd_sim_ba_6" target="_blank"> these really cool spout toppers</a> that are silic<a href="http://www.amazon.com/BooginHead-SqueezEms-Reusable-Food-Pouches/dp/B00AP5PJD8/ref=sr_1_sc_1?s=baby-products&ie=UTF8&qid=1368075386&sr=1-1-spell&keywords=booginhead+puch" target="_blank">booginhead pouches</a> (which I already have four of because the big kids pack them for snacks and lunches in place of disposable applesauce pouches.) However, the threading on the tube doesn't match the threading on the booginhead SqueezEms... and they must thread in order to work. Unfortunate. The alternative would be to OPEN the top of the squeezems pouch by booginhead, and using the tube and plunger in a handheld manner, you may be able to fill the pouches. I am not sure if this would be more difficult than just spooning into the SqueezeEms like I have been doing... because that seems like more hands might be needed than God has graced me with. Booginhead pouches are dishwasher, microwave, and freezer safe.... which is quite the edge over the Infantino Line. Although I have yet to get the reusable Infantino pouches to compare. In the product photo it appears that the infantino reusables are more of a bottle than a pouch, and I wonder about the "squeezeability" of them as well as how easy it would be for a baby to self feed with one when all they have is a suck reflex and can't properly squeeze the food out with their hands.<br />
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one and I hope that they fit these infantino packets. They make the opening all soft and easier to suck food through, which should be a big plus for little babes. And will help protect from chewers too I hope. The infantino packets might be a little tricky because I get the idea they aren't the industry standard as far as spout/threading/size goes. I was hoping to use the station with my reusable <br />
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That leads me to another angle. Mess. At first I was disappointed because it seemed that these pouches were going to cause as much mess or MORE than spoon feeding. Baby wanted to grab the pouch and squeeze it all over. Think Juice box... aha! How about using <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Juice-Pal-Insulated-Box-Holder/dp/B002YQQQ5G/ref=sr_1_2?s=baby-products&ie=UTF8&qid=1368074890&sr=1-2&keywords=juicebox+holder" target="_blank">this little device</a> to solve some of that "excitable squeezing" ?? I have one or two somewhere around here but haven't been able to figure out WHERE so that I can test that theory... but I bet it would work nicely! Or it could become a baby projectile object....<br />
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At first Ewyn had a hard time figuring out how to suck the puree out. I was discouraged because as a breastfeeder he has major suck power. But he needed mom to help squeeze and it was practically impossible to do because I couldn't SEE what I was squeezing into his mouth so it was constantly an overflow situation. And he would just let the excess drool out below the pouch where I couldn't see it. Annoying when you have a high chair tray under baby, catastrophic when you do not have a high chair (away from home.) By pouch four, I was feeling much better about it, as he had mastered sucking the food from the pouch with very little waste. Much improved. I think this might be the solution we've been searching for!<br />
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Stay tuned for updates on other items that I am waiting for! and while you're at it... <a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/mpd/permalink/m1YX1JRCJH0P48/ref=ent_fb_link" target="_blank">WATCH the video!</a><br />
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<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11096318864189341010noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16661932.post-30171776898363747462013-05-01T23:07:00.000-05:002013-05-01T23:07:05.660-05:00Kidspeak- McDonalds Scripture LessonArdyn and I had an interesting conversation today. (Are you shocked?)<br />
Marek and I were busy today and I had a headache and took a short nap with the baby. Marek had a big breakfast and at about 2:30 I realized we hadn't eaten lunch. He had a banana and a cereal bar at home before we took Ardyn to school and then after a Wal-Mart trip he had pancakes and sausage. After picking Ardyn up, I texted Evan and said I would bring a happy meal home for Marek if he wanted one because we forgot to eat. Ardyn insisted that she needed one too (despite it being 3pm) because she was STARVING and would DIE if she didn't eat her supper right this minute.<br />
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I ordered two cheeseburger happy meals with plain cheeseburgers.<br />
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We got going down the road and Ardyn opens her happy meal. She ate all her fries, and about halfway home (5 or 6 minutes out of town in the country) she starts crying HYSTERICALLY because she discovers that her cheeseburger is NOT, in fact, Plain. She was positively LIVID. Which really is ironic. Because I never used to get them plain cheeseburgers. They like ketchup and mustard. But they are messy and sometimes they overload them with ketchup, so I just started getting them plain for convenience sake when we are in the van.<br />
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So anyway, she is screaming and having a crazy meltdown like a toddler. I could tell from her voice and her situation that she was tired. This is the case a lot lately because it's light so much later that instead of a 6:30-7:30 bedtime they are STILL Awake and chatting at like 9pm because it's light out. So they are going from their usual 11-12 hours of sleep to an average of 9 hours a night, which is a big deal.<br />
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Meltdown continues. No, correct that. It ESCALATES. I'm getting things like<br />
"<span style="color: red;">THEY did this on PURPOSE! They are so MEAN! I don't like those McDonald's people! They are just MEAN</span>."<br />
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To which I respond, "<span style="color: #351c75;">I know it's frustrating, but everyone makes mistakes. They are just people too</span>." (while secretly thinking about Zack and our "second drivethru lane" conversations, because of COURSE that's where I ordered)<br />
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Then she's even more hysterical. "<span style="color: red;">They did it on PURPOSE!!!! They are MEAN mommy! I can't EAT this!? I will NOT EAT THIS. Now I'm gonna be starving!</span>"<br />
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I try to be calm and diffuse diffuse diffuse. "<span style="color: #351c75;">Ardyn, they just made a mistake. Just take the pickle off and put it in the bag. You don't have to eat it.</span>"<br />
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"<span style="color: red;">But MOOOOOOOOOOM There's KETCHUP and it's EVERYWHERE and it's (sob sob sob) touching my CHEEEEESE! (wail, snort, sob) They Did this on PURPOSE!!!!</span>"<br />
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So I try to bring God into the picture, because often times that seems to solve things for her. Call it part of Christian Schooling, call it comforting, call it religious, call it a darn good explanation for right and wrong. I don't care what you want to call it. "<span style="color: #351c75;">Ardyn, you need to calm down. People make mistakes. Jesus says that all people make mistakes and we are supposed to forgive them. Jesus forgives and we should forgive.</span>" (i'm feeling pretty proud of myself now. I'm getting better all the time at applying reasons that she can understand to everyday situations.)<br />
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Ardyn wails "<span style="color: red;">We haven't learned THAT in school!!!</span>" and I say "<span style="color: #351c75;">But it's true!</span>" and she says "<span style="color: #351c75;">We haven't learned that at my school yet</span>" in a tone that CLEARLY states that scripture which is not directly taught to her at school is null and void. (This is the part where one of those really"GOOD" Christians would just off the cuff recite a bible verse complete with location and the child would instantly be overcome by peace, joy, and an angelic glowing face. At this I miserably fail.)<br />
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Eventually she decides that she can't eat ANYTHING near that cheeseburger. I get "<span style="color: red;">Mom! You should have TOLD them I wanted a plain cheeseburger!!!</span>" and I said (still in firm possession of my calm and patient mom voice) "<span style="color: #351c75;">I did tell them Ardyn. I ordered two plain cheeseburgers. They make mistakes.</span>" (And if it wasn't for the drive back I swear to you I would have drug my child into McDonalds with snot and tears running down her angry red face and let them deal with her "YOU DID THIS ON PURPOSE" situation. Well, the drive back and perhaps looking a little like the mother of Veruca Salt.) Then she goes on to say "<span style="color: red;">NEXT Time mom you need to SPEAK CLEARLY and LOUDER.</span>" (second drivethru conversation, second drivethru conversation.... why didn't I record this to play to Zack??)<br />
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Once she realizes I am eating MY cheeseburger, and ignoring the devastation caused by hers... she gives in a bit and declares that she CAN in fact, probably eat the bottom bun, untouched by contaminating condiments. Then she declares that she THINKS that she could eat the burger but that she has to peel off the cheese because the ketchup is ALL OVER the cheese. Then a few minutes later I hear "<span style="color: red;">Hey Mom! This Ketchup is REALLY GOOD!!!!!</span>"<br />
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And then as we turn onto our street "<span style="color: red;">Mom, Next time can you order me a cheeseburger with Ketchup that's NOT plain?</span>"<br />
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Be kind and compassionate to one another, forgiving each other just as in Christ God forgave you - Ephesians 4:32<br />
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11096318864189341010noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16661932.post-28322630363216420472013-04-29T22:07:00.000-05:002013-04-29T22:26:42.255-05:00Babywearing Tips, Choosing a Carrier, and WHY you should put down that infant seat and take a break from the stroller...<br />
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Every babe is asleep tonight so I am going to write a little bit about Babywearing. It's something I've been doing since Ardyn was born 5 years ago, and it's something that I am passionate about. I don't wear my baby all day every day, but I do believe in closeness with your baby and bonding and snuggling, and I do believe that wearing a baby can help you accomplish much more than you would accomplish if you have a fussy baby, a cuddly baby, or even a special needs baby or toddler. I've found that when babywearing I have a much happier, calmer, less fussy baby, especially compared to other babies who are always stuck in their stroller or carseat. I have a smiley baby instead of a fussy one. I find the right carrier to be less cumbersome and more freeing than dragging around an infant carrier or a stroller. ESPECIALLY a large stroller when in a crowd or dealing with other toddlers. Although my toddlers learned at an early age "hands on the stroller!" It's much easier to navigate a theater, museum, etc. without the awkward stroller that won't fit the aisles. And you get a LOT less dirty looks from other peeps when your stroller isn't in their way all the time. My favorite is that you don't have that problem where the baby gets fussy and wants out of the stroller and you end up carrying the baby while also pushing the stroller one handed and trying not to crash in to anything. I've also found that because we are MOVING so much of our day (the two older kids are in two different school districts, and we have violin lessons, dance class, and T-ball) the baby just has to go with the flow most of the time. He spends enough time in a car seat, and I want him to feel like he is loved and that he still gets that mom time that is so important to both his development and our bonding. It's also easier for me to know that he is hungry or needs a change when he is truly WITH me instead of always in a contraption. The more time that I can be holding him, and that he can be feeling my skin, my warmth, my kisses and hearing my voice, breathing, and heartbeat... the better we both feel and the more confident and happy he becomes. Babywearing and Breastfeeding are THE reasons I believe I have a happy, confident child! (three of them to be precise!)<br />
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When I first started babywearing, I owned an Infantino Carrier and a Hotsling. My collection has grown rapidly to include two hotslings, a ring sling, a Babyhawk, and a Moby Wrap (and now a Wrapsody Woven Wrap, which I have updated about at the bottom of this post.) Each carrier has it's pros and cons and also has situations where it's well suited. I've been babywearing for three kids, and I just want to share my thoughts about each carrier. Specifically because whenever I am out and about wearing one, at least ONE mom comes up to ask me about babywearing and usually comment on how much they wish they A) had a carrier like that ~OR~ B) would have bought one of those when their kids were small. I am now often having grandmas stopping me to ask where they can get one for their daughter and grandbaby. It always makes me smile.<br />
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First I will start with my Hotsling. I have two hotslings. One patterned and one black. They are easy on, easy off. No long fabric, no ties. They have padded leg openings for softly resting against chunky toddler thighs and they carry babies in a side lying hold or toddlers on your hip. I really like the hotsling for a quick carrier for a side lying baby who is lightweight. I am not a fan of the toddler as much because the entire weight of the child is put on one of your shoulders, similar to a ring sling. using a hotsling and a ring sling frequently with my first child actually put me in chiropractic care and eventually physical therapy to straighten out some serious pain caused by back strain from one shoulder bearing all that weight. I would not recommend a hotsling as your single baby carrier. I like that I can get the baby to sleep in the hotsling and easily (EASILY!) remove the hotsling and lay the baby down while keeping them asleep and undisturbed. It is not a handsfree carrier in my mind as I was not able to bend over without putting a hand on the child to steady and secure them.Also, because the hotsling is a sized carrier, you purchase them to fit your body size. it is not adjustable and therefore isn't always good if you and your husband or partner want to share in the babywearing. It also isn't good if you lose weight and gain it between kids, OR if you want to wear it in cold weather and put it on over a jacket or heavy sweatshirt... because it is not adjustable.<br />
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Ring Sling. There are SO many ways to wear and adjust a ring sling. I really did enjoy my ring sling, and all the ways I could use it, and the ease of nursing in a ring sling. But I didn't always enjoy the ring digging into my shoulder. Everything I read EVERYWHERE said that if you could feel the ring, you weren't wearing it right. I adjusted that thing a thousand ways and looked all over the internet reading information and watching videos on proper use. I couldn't see anything that I was doing differently, but with extended wear the ring always bothered me. I also had the same "one shoulder" weight bearing issues that I had with the hotsling, and I never used the ring sling with my second or third child because along came....<br />
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTNXChOQ1OvQ2QDiMzjghp8ToBB47fjjzqJws0qV4ZwifJrS_smHDHuBlmJkHww2LXs6b48Gv1rRZKdZqvC8zJDoGuWIoibxP71xp-VVbNx7j54S2zmp5DCL5EYQxBzWDPDx2O/s1600/All+sizes++Meagan+with+Ardyn+in+the+Babyhawk++Flickr+-+Photo+Sharing%2521+-+Mozilla+Firefox+11162012+103340+PM.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"></a>The <a href="http://www.google.com/url?sa=t&rct=j&q=&esrc=s&source=web&cd=2&cad=rja&ved=0CGIQFjAB&url=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.babyhawk.com%2F&ei=7QanULyLPKK6yQHYrIC4Dw&usg=AFQjCNGQp9KWGP2FICQo-yQ7Rt8CA1bL5g&sig2=oRjomM3Ix31gZzRv1_4hYQ" target="_blank">BABYHAWK</a>. This is the absolute KING of baby carriers in my opinion (*Second only to the Wrapsody, which is NOT for everyone but you can read about below!.) When I talk about the babyhawk, I practically glow. There are other similar mei tai (asian inspired) baby carriers on the market, but the babyhawk happens to be the one that I use and adore. I purchased mine when Ardyn was still fairly young, when I was dealing with the physical therapy issue. Babyhawks are not cheap. Mine was a custom made (chose my own fabric, made it reversible with two pockets and two fabric choices, and added a keyring/pacifier holder) and it cost me $119. When I say that, parents flinch. But I have to tell you, and recommend to you, that a good baby carrier can make ALL the difference when it comes to whether or not you babywear. And at the time, I wasn't sure if it was going to be what I wanted, but what I DID know was that it would hold it's resale value. AND that I would be having more kids, so if I in fact did like it, I would get my use out of it. I still have an entire child to use it for (since Ewyn is just 5 weeks old) and I have already MORE than gotten my money worth. And I was able to loan it to my friend Courtney when her second was small. Priceless. Worth $200 in my opinion :) I loved it so much <a href="http://dazed81.blogspot.com/2009/08/mini-mei-tai-babyhawk-picture-less.html" target="_blank">I sewed a mini version for Ardyn</a> to carry her dolls and animals in. The babyhawk is a handsfree carrier in that I can do almost any task without having to put my hand on the baby or toddler to feel they are secure. It is also easier to tie when running about in public than a Moby (more on that in a bit) and a lot less fabric in general compared to a Moby. It also isn't stretchy (like the majority of moby wraps are) which means you don't have to tighten it periodically as the fabric stretches and it loosens. It takes a bit of practice to confidently put a child in the wrap, but really it's not difficult. I am able to do it by myself with no issues now, but other people often find it frightening to watch (I don't think they are as confident in me as I am :) The Babyhawk distributes a child's weight over both shoulders and you can tie the shoulder straps behind the child's back for a more secure support (for an infant) or under their bottom for more "lift" (for a toddler.) I don't have the back strain with the Babyhawk that I have with all the other carriers, and it's incredibly well made. the Babyhawk also allows you to do a front and rear carry, which is awesome for when your kids get bigger, and also allows the Newborn hug hold (with their legs in a fetal position) as well as a big kid style hold where their arms and legs stick out. It is not AS handsfree as the Moby wrap because if you have an infant with less head control, you can't tuck their head inside the wrap as much to prevent their little head from wobbling when bending over to do things like laundry or tying a big kid's shoe, or picking up something like your diaper bag or a dropped item from the floor. But all in all it's pretty handsfree. More so than a ring sling or hotsling in my experience. Very secure. I love it for getting groceries or going out and about because it's not as time consuming or complicated to tie as a Moby and it also isn't as HOT as a Moby in the summertime. (all that fabric! oy!) Also it doesn't drag on the ground when you are tying it as much as a Moby, which can be a pain if you are in the dirt or snow, or if you are in a grungy parking lot. With the babyhawk I just keep the shoulder straps inside the doorway of my van or vehicle while I work on tying, and it's easier to keep under control than the long long long pieces of Moby fabric.<br />
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That said, the Moby is a pretty awesome carrier. I purchased mine used from a friend who was selling it. For her (she is short) it was way long and cumbersome, and too much fabric to deal with. What I really like about the MOBY is that it's great for newborns because you can really tuck their little head inside the fabric and still feel confident that they can breathe, but allowing you to be COMPLETELY handsfree. It is also so supportive and covers every inch of them and makes them feel very secure and cozy. It's comfortable to wear and can be worn a HUGE variety of ways. It also allows you to wear your bigger baby facing OUT in the front, which the other carriers don't allow for. I've also found that <a href="http://youtu.be/eE6gq978Ze0" target="_blank">this video</a> (and <a href="http://youtu.be/gbalsUY408k" target="_blank">this one</a>) for nursing a baby in the Moby wrap is very nice... especially when you have to nurse at places where you might not have any privacy.... church, school functions, the grocery store, etc. Strangely enough, the older I get the more I worry that I might offend someone by nursing. I don't know why that is. I am pretty adamant that it's the right thing to do, but I didn't cover up much when nursing my first two kids, and I am a little more discreet this time around. It's nice to be able to nurse without feeling like everyone in a ten mile radius is watching you and scrutinizing how much skin you show :) But in the right crowd I don't cover up. That's where I am most comfortable. <br />
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The <a href="http://www.mobywrap.com/" target="_blank">Moby wrap</a> is a great all around carrier. It's not the best when you will be in and out of the wrap a lot. It gets tiresome to be wrapping and unwrapping the carrier all the time with all that extra fabric. But it often is my carrier of choice when I have a little one without head control, when I want to nurse in a carrier OR when I am around home. Another thing I have discovered (with age and experience) is that I can put the moby wrap on at home, but not put the baby in it. Then I can put him in his carseat and drive to my destination (while wearing my moby wrap) and take him out of the carseat and put him right into the Moby when I arrive. The thing is, you have to be able to tolerate that knot in your back while driving, or tie the moby in front (if you're not me, but are skinny and have lots of extra tail fabric) or you can knot it on one hip instead. I think the hardest thing is the in and out of the carseat in order to babywear. But for me, I always end up having to take them out the nurse them or change their diaper or just because they get sweaty or uncomfortable in their carseat... and so being in the wrap isn't such a big deal. Plus I like to have them close over carrying that stupid heavy seat anyway. Plus I transition my kids to a convertible seat way before a year, usually at about the time they can sit up (6 months) so that I don't have to carry the seat anywhere and I just carry the baby.<br />
Wearing your baby allows for handsfree help to older siblings as well, and anyone who has kids close together can understand the difficulties that come about when you have to help a toddler, OR when you have to cross a parking lot or the street with a toddler who likes to run (or even one who doesn't!) you need free hands to be able to maneuver and hold little hands, and keep them in line. And even now, with a 5 and 3 year old, TWO empty hands is imperative at times. I love being able to wear the baby and still do what needs to be done to help out big siblings.<br />
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Any questions about babywearing or carriers that I could help with, I would be glad to. There is probably plenty more that I haven't covered here.<br />
One thing that I find is that often moms say "I don't want to spend that much on a carrier" and I can honestly say that a good investment in babywearing will almost always pay off. Especially if you are planning on having more than one child and will be using it for several babies, or if your kids are close together in age and you will need those free hands. :)<br />
Just in the first month after Ewyn was born, I attended the community Halloween party with him in a carrier, as well as helped out at Marek's class Halloween Party, went Trick or Treating with the family, attended Family Reading Night at Ardyn's school, and got groceries without crying.... all with him wrapped to me. Without a carrier, lots of those things wouldn't have been possible or wouldn't have gone nearly as smoothly. The carrier allows me to handle all three kids on my own, which is important when Evan is working a lot!<br />
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<b>UPDATE: </b>Since this post I have also purchased a Wrapsody Baby Woven Batik Wrap.I have a Wrapsody <a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B00AASFBAG/ref=oh_details_o02_s00_i00?ie=UTF8&psc=1" target="_blank">BREEZE Carrier in color scheme "Hope"</a> and I purchased mine from Amazon.... It is the same type of wrap as a moby, but isn't stretchy. This is BETTER Because the wrap stays nice and tight and doesn't stretch with wearing, and you can safely do back carries and many other carries that can't be done with the Moby. (watch<a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=J19oOkQ61hI" target="_blank"> THIS video</a> that shows you why it <i><b>is not safe</b></i> to do back carries in a stretchy wrap like the Moby!) I sold the Moby wrap and I've now found that I actually wear this Wrapsody MORE than my beloved Babyhawk. The versatility is AMAZING. Their product comes with an very thorough and easy to follow DVD. Check out their website at <a href="http://www.wrapsodybaby.com/" target="_blank">http://www.wrapsodybaby.com/ </a>and it doesn't hurt that it is ABSOLUTELY gorgeous! AND Hand Batik! I love that it can do back and front carries, in and outward facing, sling style newborn holds, hip holds, and also how it is versatile to wear over one or both shoulders. You can carry twins in this, and even two toddlers or older children because they show you how to carry one on front and one on back!<br />
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I actually find it EASIER to use out and about because you tie the wrap first and THEN add baby, so you don't have that learning curve to get around of typing the wrap (babyhawk!) with the baby hanging in there as you try not to drop him. (how many times have you tried to add a baby without dropping them on the pavement in the parking lot? Always practice a new carry or carrier at home in front of a soft surface like the bed or a couch! Do it until you feel comfortable wrapping without the safety net below.) Especially nice in cold weather because it really minimizes the time that baby is "outside" a vehicle while you wrap. I also like that I can tie it on the side (easily! comfortably!) and then I can continue to wear it while sitting or driving without a knot digging into my back. I wear it all day when I shop, and just remove the baby and put him back in his carseat when we are driving, and then just pop him back into the wrap in the parking lot in a store. Also works great for places like vacations, restaurants, museums, and on walks. I've used it EVERYWHERE. I wore baby at the indoor waterpark while on vacation, I wore him at my daughter's Kindergarten Class field trip to the museum, I wear him all over. And I can wear him on the front, and put a backpack on my back, and be completely hands free. Also, unlike the moby, you don't have to perfectly fold it in half lengthwise when you use it, they give you great directions for a gathered or a folded cross wrap style and I LOVE the gathered. No folding! Not complicated! I was a pro at this wrap in NO TIME!<br />
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<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11096318864189341010noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16661932.post-67206699112986846792013-04-29T21:31:00.000-05:002013-04-29T21:31:19.067-05:00Kidspeak- Help that Boxelder Bug!Walking Home from School today-<br />
"Mom! Stop! I see a boxelder bug that needs our help!!!" -MarekAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11096318864189341010noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16661932.post-50495564922614562432013-04-29T19:53:00.001-05:002013-04-29T19:53:21.153-05:00Kidspeak- squirrel heavenArdyn - "In squirrel heaven, every tree has nuts."Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11096318864189341010noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16661932.post-88523757453309313982013-04-29T19:48:00.001-05:002013-04-29T19:48:13.588-05:00You can't make this stuff upI want to save this memory. <br />
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Meagan ~ via blogger on my iPhone Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11096318864189341010noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16661932.post-70033010799849622632013-04-29T19:44:00.001-05:002013-04-29T19:44:47.617-05:00Kidspeak- carsickOverheard From the back of the van: <br />
Marek to Ardyn, "How do you get carsick?"<br />
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Ardyn- "When you are five you will get carsick. You can take medicine made in China."<br />
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Meagan ~ via blogger on my iPhone :)Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11096318864189341010noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16661932.post-36562194076335487782013-01-16T16:58:00.001-06:002013-01-16T16:58:08.834-06:00Review: Booginhead squeeze 'ems reusable squeeze packs!!!<br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=13/01/16/1582.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/13/01/16/s_1582.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />Aha! The cooooolest thing! Today I discovered booginhead squeeze 'ems reusable squeeze pouches! They also make a funnel for easy filling and a stand that can go in your fridge/freezer. They only sold the pouches at my local wal-mart, so I'll have to start by using the pouches. <br /><br />Let's just say that we go through an expensive and horrifying amount of go-go squeeze applesauce!! In fact, I've been buying it in the display box from market day, two boxes a month and we still run out. This is the only way my kids will eat applesauce. I don't know why... But put it in a bowl, on a plate, or In a serving sized cup and they ignore it completely. <br /><br />The first question- how hard are they to wash? Are there a million pieces to get lost in lunch bags and at school?<br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=13/01/16/1584.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/13/01/16/s_1584.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='210' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />These reusable applesauce squeeze pouches are cool. They seem sturdy and they wash fairly easily by hand. They are dishwasher safe too. I have the brezza baby brushes from toys r us and they work great in them!! Perfect fit!<br /><br />Stay tuned and i'll add to this review as we use them!!<br /><br />Meagan ~ via blogpress on my iPhone :)<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11096318864189341010noreply@blogger.com6