My Last Week as a SAHM

Big changes are coming for my family.  Again.  But, I have known this day was coming for almost, exactly, 12 months now. 

In some ways the past 12 months have passed in a blink.  And in other ways, it has seemed more like double or triple that amount of time.  It has been a great year and a hard year, all at once.  But now that the day is nearly here that I will return to full-time work, I wish that I could have just a little more time.  More time to play, run, and swing.  More time to do all the crafts and projects I still have not managed to have time to do.  More time for fun field trips and lunch dates with my two favorite little kids.

And, although I spent a lot of this year wishing away time for this day to come, now that it is here, part of me is still not ready.

I have so many mixed feelings surrounding this new adventure we are about to embark on.  I have searched long and hard for that perfect position and it seems I have finally found it.  I am excited, hopeful, ready.  And yet I am nervous, scared, overwhelmed. 

I knew that this would be a temporary situation...that has always been the plan.  But, as the days turned to weeks and then months, it has felt far less temporary and more our new way of life.  And a large part of me has been perfectly at peace with this reality. 

You see, I have loved this time with my kids where I was able to solely focus on my most important job: Mom.  If you caught me on a bad day, maybe it didn't always seem that way.  But I promise you that I have always remained grateful for the time and all of the experiences and memories I was able to create with my kids this past year.  For that matter, I already know that for the rest of my life, I will always look back at this year as one of the best...and most simple...of my children's childhood.

These memories will surely sustain me over these next weeks and months as I re-learn to juggle my "Mom" job with my new job.  (That's where the overwhelmed feeling is kicking in.)  I only hope that my kids will be able to feel the same as they see less of me than they are used to.  They will adapt, right??

I have seven more days to do all the things.  It feels too quick, daunting even, to pull off all that was left on that proverbial list of mine.  Seven more days to soak in this current life and prepare for the new one.  It feels big and so I'm trying not to think about it too much.  It's a good change...really. 

So now, I will put on a new hat, throw another ball back up into the air to juggle, get my brain back into the "zone" and hope and pray that I can do it all.   
   

These are the moments I will cherish.

8 Reasons Having a Sibling Rocks (for the Parents)

While my blogging partner here has extolled on all the wonderful things about being one and done, I thought it might be nice (and only fair) to also give a little credence to all the ways having more than one can be a very good thing indeed.  Well...most of the time. 

1.  No need to have to sit in the playroom and pretend to eat that plastic pizza for the 59th time today.  Having a playmate is probably the BEST reason to have that second baby.  Seriously, sometimes it's the only way I get anything done. (Other times it's definitely the reason I get nothing done.)

2.  Sharing is caring!  Even if you don't want to share that dump truck, you better believe that Sister is going to either rip it out of your hands or scream until she gets her way.  Moral of the story: We share our toys.

3.  You only have to teach certain life lessons once.  Then that trickle down theory comes into play.  See: Sister going pee-pee on the potty at 18 months versus Brother not even looking at a potty until nearly three.  Also: manners, giving up the paci, and riding a bike.

4.  What good are hand me downs if you don't have a sibling to pass them on to!  Isn't that the plight of second children?  But now that I'm a parent, it just totally make sense to have at least one more.  Or find a good friend you can pass them on to. (Wink, wink, bestie.)

5.  Once they are of a certain mature age (what age exactly is open for discussion) the older sibling is now available free of charge to babysit at any and all times of your choosing.  (Ahem MOM!)

6.  What better place to learn how to take a little teasing and bullying than right at home.  I like to think that all the fighting going on is giving them a little backbone to stand up for themselves when they are out there in the real world.  (Seriously.  You should see our Sister go at it. She is for real.)  

7.  Secrets don't make friends.  So, who else is there to share your secrets and keep them from everyone else other than a sibling?  As an adult, it's definitely been the best thing I love about having siblings.  They love me no matter what I do! (Right guys??)

8.  I just asked Brother.  He said the best thing about having a sister is because she loves him and keeping her safe and hugging her.  So, there you go.  Pretty sure that is all you need right there.  Excuse me now while I go blow my nose and dry my eyes.

Another Reason: Mommy needed to take a shower and Sister woke up early from nap.
Solution: Brother and Sister played nicely in the crib until Mommy was done.  (Seriously! They really did!)

         

10 Reasons Not To Find Out the Sex of Your Baby

Did you find out the sex of your baby(s) before it arrived?

I read this post on Scary Mommy a few days ago and it got me to thinking: Is it really so strange to NOT find out the gender of your baby before it is born?

Up until the past few decades, nobody found out what they were having until it popped out.  My mom's last baby was born in 1985, and while she did not find out the gender beforehand, she did have her first and only ultrasound with this pregnancy. And that was considered strange.

Fast forward to 2011 and my first pregnancy.  We did not find out the gender.  We wanted what my husband declared would be one of the only great surprises of our lives.  Second baby arrived in 2013 and again we chose not to find out the gender.  Was this crazy?

But let me tell you, there were plenty of family and friends who just did not understand this decision and the "when are you going to find out what you are having?" questions never really stopped. 

So, to each their own, but to anyone undecided, here you go!

10 reasons NOT to find out the sex of your baby:

1.  Surprises can be fun! It's like being a kid on Christmas morning.

2. You don't know what you don't know.  Once that 20 week ultrasound is over you may not get another chance to find out anyway.

3.  Want to drive certain annoying family members a bit crazy?  This may be a solution.

4.  Not finding out gives impatient people (like me) a lesson in patience.  Which comes in handy once that baby does arrive.

5.  You get to try all those old wives tales for predicting baby's gender.

6.  Buying gender neutral gear and clothes saves money! (For the next baby)

7.  Those gender reveal parties and announcements are a lot of work.

8.  Once you find out the gender, prepare to scrap your registry list and instead receive oodles of clothes.

9.  Since you don't know what you're having, you can't possibly have baby names selected which means you won't have to endure everyone's opinions on those names.   

10.  No matter what comes out, you will fall in love at first sight!  
  

Did you find out the sex of your baby?  I think if I had third baby (I'm not!), I would still go for the surprise.  Give me your reasons though - maybe I can be persuaded to switch sides! 

Moms Unite! Mothering Through Social Media.

Not too long ago, it would have been virtually unheard of to meet someone in person that you really don't know. At all. Before the age of this Internet thing - which I am pretty sure is sticking around, by the way.

I remember back when "you've got mail" was the newest, hottest thing and that ding with the mailbox flag suddenly meant that someone who used to call or even write a letter (what's that, by the way?) now was able to electronically send a message - the start of today's Immediate Gratification society.

And, if you've followed us at all, you know that I have really practiced more of a Hand's Free mentality toward parenting.  I am far from perfect at this attempt, but while Baba is awake, my phone is (meant to be) not at the forefront of our daily activities. That doesn't mean that I am not drawn to every ding, tweet and ring. But, my priority is Baba.

With that, there is no denying that we live in a different time than when connection meant sitting in the closet with the phone cord wrapped around your finger talking to your best friend, who, coincidentally, lived three doors down. And, balancing where I really wish things still were (for innocence and simplicity's sake) with where they undoubtedly are.  So, it's a fact: I love social media.

I love that it keeps me connected. I love that I can still be social coordinator of our family, because, well, I know who is where, doing what and with whom. Husband would remain clueless if it wasn't for me. And, I love that I get to watch children grow up before my eyes. Here's the kicker - many, if not the majority, of these children are not littles that I even know. But, I do.

I know them because I have connected with their Mommas on social media platforms designed to bring together women who are all going through the same stages at the same time. Right now, it's all about potty training (ugh. It sucks. But, that's a different story for a different day). Aside from the world's worst task, we all watch each other's kiddos smile, laugh, grown, learn and play. It's bliss, really.

The support is like no other. Who else knows about the daily torments adventures more than someone living it every day - just like me?

So, earlier this month, Baba and I were planning a trip to visit my Grandma. In this social media life, I remembered that one of my favorite Mommas lives not far from Grams. And, so I reached out. Never having met this woman, but feeling like she was an old friend, it felt like the only natural thing to do. And, natural it was.  We met up at the local children's museum. And, we watched our littles play. And, play.

It was the sweetest thing.

I believe in socialization for Baba. Duh. I am the biggest preschool advocate there is. But, I also believe in play dates and random encounters with other kids so that Baba learns to get along with different types of kiddos.

Baba and "Baby" (her pet name for her new little friend) couldn't get enough of each other. They're at the perfect age to enjoy the company of others just like them. And, their Mommas couldn't get enough of watching them play.

At the end of the day, we all made new friends. And, there's no price on that. Two weeks later, Baba is still asking for "Baby."

I am pretty sure this is a friendship that has made its way past the screen and into our lives.

See you next time, "Baby."

And Now for My New Trick: Showering Alone!

Excuse me, I have an important announcement to make.  I just discovered the secret to a peaceful shower by myself!!!!!!  As in there are no children present.  I realize I may be a little late to this party, I apparently am a slow learner.  If you are a mom with kids home during the day: Pay attention.

See, I have this problem with getting to shower alone these days while I am a stay-at-home, work-at-home mom.  In fact, I rarely get to shower without an audience. 

Usually, the only way to ensure safety while I shower is to lock both kids in my bedroom with me.  Which, mind you, isn't peaceful or calm or anything resembling time to myself.  My bedroom also usually looks like a tornado hit it by the time I am ready to go.  As a result, sometimes it's just not worth the effort and the shower has to wait until nap time or even not at all...

Lately, my routine has included going to the gym 2-3 times a week.  Usually this happens while my oldest is at his half-day preschool.  I then bring my youngest to play with the other kids at the gym while I get a workout in.  The only problem is that after I am done I have approximately 23 minutes to get cleaned up and pick up my son.  So, I have been doing what any normal, rational person would do: Race home, throw a snack at my daughter and turn on Mickey Mouse, take a 3 minute shower, comb my hair, get dressed and run back to preschool for pick-up.  Calm and serene this is not.  So, I usually just remain sweaty for several more hours until I have time to do something with myself.  If I am lucky.

For some reason today, it occurred to me in the rush to get out the door that I could save myself several minutes of time if I showered at the gym and then went directly to the preschool for pick-up.  I packed my bag and went on with the morning.

Fast forward to post-workout.

I head to the dimly-lit locker room complete with energizing music, cushioned benches and full-size, surprisingly soft towels and prepare for my shower.  Sometime mid-shampoo, something occurs to me.  It's quiet.  Even peaceful.  There are no screams or demands emanating from around the shower curtain.  Hmmm.

This is really my locker room. For modesty's sake, I left myself out.

I finish my shower and proceed to get dressed where I am able to do so RIGHT AWAY without wrangling anyone or breaking up a fight.  Strange.  I even took an extra minute and applied nicely smelling lotion.  Then, I combed my hair and put on make-up without having to also do the same for a certain 19 month old. Not that I mind, its kinda cute she wants to do everything I do. But sometimes there just isn't time for that!

As I walk to the playroom to retrieve my daughter, I feel a sense of calm and peace come over me.  In that moment (and to be honest, only that moment), I feel like I am totally rockin' this Mom thing.  It was that feeling of having my sh*t together for what seemed like the first time in months ever. 

It was also nice to go to preschool and for once not be a sweaty mess.  See, other moms, I can look pretty here and there!

Right now, I am kicking myself for not thinking of this genius idea sooner!  Which leads me to my next question: Is it inappropriate to take the kids to the gym just so I can shower?

The Kids-In-Public Debate

I saw a post on Facebook recently:  "Restaurant Bans Loud Children, Strollers and Booster Seats From Dining Room." I'm honestly not sure which I enjoyed more: reading the article or watching the debate that ensued.

This restaurant, in Monterey, California has banned loud children from it's establishment. The sign out front reads "Children crying or making loud noises are a distraction to others and, as such, are not allowed in the dining room." This could go one of two ways, right? Turns out that the majority of the staunch supporters of this rule are parents themselves. How enlightening. And, exactly how I feel.

In my opinion, our responsibility as parents, when it comes to social settings is two-fold:

1.  Teach our children to behave properly, kindly and respectfully in public so as not to disrupt others in that environment.

2.  Know when to keep our kids home (or somewhere else). Period.

And, the reason these establishments have to enforce these rules is because more than one of us couldn't handle this respectful expectation.

When I became a parent, I completely re-evaluated my social activities. I now frequent such places as playgrounds, swimming pools and beaches as opposed to fine dining restaurants (unless it's date night, of course), movie theaters (again, date night specific) or libraries.

Speaking of libraries: many of them now have special sections for kids. I live in a small Colorado Mountain Community that is lucky enough to have four relatively large libraries. I guess it's true - Coloradans run out of things to do in the winter. So, we read. My favorite library has not only a special section for kiddos, but it's closed off to the rest of the library, so that any excitement Baba proclaims over the most recent Leslie Patricelli board book being released, does not effect those attempting to quietly enjoy themselves.

However, one of the other libraries in this valley has a special section, but it's not separate or closed off. One day, I chose to bring Baba here instead of our favorite (a little variety is good for kids!). And, another momma was dealing with her child being quite loud. When approached by a middle-aged man asking her to please keep her child quiet, she got quite defensive. I see both sides here. She wants to teach her child how to behave well in the library and that libraries are for "inside voices." Said man just wanted some peace and quiet to read.

Are there certain public areas, establishments or buildings that children should not be allowed into? My answer is an easy "yes." Not everyone, even if they have kids, wants to hear every scream, squeal, laugh or meltdown from a child.  Especially if we are attempting to get some (much needed and often skipped) time to ourselves or with husband. Or girlfriends. Gasp!

Aside from that, it's much more fun to bring Baba to a playground where she can run fancy free than attempt to corral her happily in a fancy restaurant. Yes, I can still teach her how to behave within societal norms while balancing her enjoyment with those around her.

Our kinda place!

Life Is Short: Love Your Children

I have a very dear friend who lost a child at the age of 6. It was less than a year between a grave diagnosis for Mattie Goble and the moment she received her angel wings, and, in the process, I learned so much from this sweet girl and her firm-in-faith family.

I don't want this to be a sad post, primarily because Mattie would not want it that way. Instead, she would be so proud that her legacy has absolutely impacted who I am not only as a person, but most importantly, as a parent.

Today, my friend sent me this text:  "You better love them. You better spend time with them. You better tell them EVERY day in some way, shape or form that you love them." She wasn't telling me this to make me feel guilty that I still have my child in this physical world. She was telling me because it's important to hear. As parents, we can get so caught up in the world that exists every day, that we forget about what's most important. And, to me, that's my daughter.

Mattie's parents fought this battle with her - every moment of every day. If they could have taken her pain away and amplified its strength onto them, they would have - in a heart beat. They were the pillar of strength and love that this little girl needed to know that, even once she left this earth, she has a Mom and a Dad that love her fully and unconditionally - for the rest of their lives.

Although I respect and love her parents, it was Mattie herself who taught me a lot about what it means to be a Momma. So, here you have it. My little six-year-old friend "learned" me:

1. There is no greater gift than to be a parent.
When you're a parent, you have a little person that thinks you hang the moon. This little person waits with bated breath for every word you say, every move you make, every smile you give. Wow. What a responsibility. But, also an incredible earthly gift. I hurt Baba's feelings not long ago. It was completely unintentional and done only out of exhaustion. But, the look on her face and the downward slope of her shoulders reminded me that my impact runs much deeper than I may ever imagine. I much prefer the toothy smiles and belly laughs!

2.  The little stuff matters. A lot.
Speaking of those toothy smiles. Kids don't need a lot to know they're loved. It's a moment given to treasure the texture of a rock found right outside the front door, instead of rushing to the next place and the next moment. It's allowing the sidewalk chalk to track all the way up the outside front stairs - just because it makes her happy (and, who cares, I tell husband - the rain will wash it away. But, her happiness will remain). It's the smile during the last moments of the day - reminding her that my love runs deeper than any river in the world.

3.  Parents are the best friends a child will ever have.
Think about it. Children don't typically develop true friendships for several years. Which means we get to be their best friend. And, what do you do with your best friend? You love them unconditionally. You laugh with them until your cheeks hurt. You make them feel good about themselves.  And you cherish them. As a full-time working Mom, my moments with Baba each day are small. But, we make them big!

4.  At the end of this world, all that matters is love.
We don't get to choose how long we live in this world. But, we do get to choose how we live it. And, we do get to choose how we respond to those most important to us. So, my dear friend, thank you for the reminder. Because, try as I might, I forget sometimes. I am human and I am imperfect. Really imperfect. All I have is today. Today is the day to be the best parent I can be to someone who deserves my very best.

And, because I love this dear little girl who taught me more life lessons in parenting than she'll ever know, allow me to get on my soap box for a moment. September is Childhood Cancer Awareness Month.  In the US, almost 13,000 children under the age of 21 are diagnosed with cancer each year. This month, we remember the young lives taken too soon, stand with the families facing childhood cancer today, and rededicate ourselves to combating this terrible illness.

To donate to an organization started in Mattie's name and dedicated to funding research for this disease, please visit: www.mattiesmission.org.

An inspiration like none other.

How I am Breaking the Rules the Second Time Around

If you've been around here for awhile reading about both mine and Sarah's journey through parenting, you may have noticed that we truly try to emulate the title of our blog.  Two (or To) Parent Simply.  And, I really do try to. 

But, recently I have noticed that I may perhaps be internalizing this motto just a little too much.  Maybe I am getting a little too laid back?  Or, maybe now that I have two kids I am just too busy that I am becoming "lazy," for lack of a better word, in certain areas of my parenting? 

"They" say that with your first born you go a bit overboard with everything and then with your last born you totally slack off and let them get away with murder.  This was definitely true in my childhood (let's just say I was basically on lock down while my sister, the baby, got, well, babied) and it's looking like it is going to be also true with my children.  Shoot.

I know I am not alone here in cutting corners or "forgetting" to do certain things now that there are two kids to attend to.  I also know that so many moms (and dads too) feel guilty over every little thing they do or don't do for their child that they feel they should be doing, like keeping them up past their bed time.  (Ahem, Sarah.)  Rules and schedules need to be broken once in a while in the interest of living life and having fun.  Trust me, the memories that are made when the schedule is forgotten will last a lot longer than the fact that the kid is a little tired or cranky.  They will adjust.

Some parents may be appalled by what I am about to confess. (Possibly even my partner in this blog.)  But, don't be.  I feel guilty about each of these items for a few seconds and then move on with my life.

- I cannot remember the last time I washed, disinfected or even wiped off my daughter's pacifiers.

- I hear you are supposed to give new foods to babies one at a time for a few days to ensure there is no allergy. And, to not give foods that are known to give reactions.  So, that pureed strawberry-mango combo at 6 months was a bad idea?  Oops.

- I have tried to limit the screen time for both kids.  However, there is no other earthly way possible to accomplish anything when they are both home and awake.  Therefore, CJ, the three year-old, does have TV privileges and so by default does EM, the 18 month old.  (She even knows how to turn on the TV and work the Ipad.)

- I am pretty sure my oldest did not have juice until he was at least 2 years old.  EM, however, of the words she knows well, regularly requests "apple."  And we give it to her.  (Watered down of course!) 

- If I hear a kid crying, or even screaming, I do not immediately go running.  I give it a minute or two and see if they can just take care of it on their own.  If it gets louder, then I go investigate.


I think that's enough confessing for one day!  So, am I terrible?  Or, can you relate and if so, what would you add to this list?  Please share so I know I am not alone here! 

Another way being the youngest rocks: Ice Cream!

I Don't Go to the Gym to Workout

Ok, that's half true.  I definitely go to workout.  I had two kids in two years- trust me, I NEED to workout. 

But lately I have been making an effort to go to the gym just a little bit more often and here's why:  I need a break. 

Right now, I am a full-time stay at-home mom, and as of two weeks ago, my son is also home from pre-school for the summer.  So for those of us counting, that's one 3 1/2 year old and one 17 month old.  And me. 

Keeping these kids entertained, fed healthy and complete meals and snacks, not fighting over who touched whose toy, and ensuring I don't completely lose my sanity is no easy task.  Not to say I don't love spending this time with my kids, but 10 hours a day while Daddy is at work can add up to a lot of hours to fill. 

Oh, and did I mention we live in the desert and it's hotter than hell outside?  The only outdoor activities we can participate in lately must involve water. 

So back to my big kick to get in shape.  Don't tell my husband - he thinks this is all a big effort to get that pre-baby body back.  And, while I do need to tone up (who doesn't!), my bigger motivation these days is to get some easy-peasy Mommy time.  Because, quite frankly, it's not so easy to get much time just for me.  And, I really don't feel guilty about this at all.

Our gym has an amazing kid zone complete with movie room and bounce house.  Trust me, the kids are not suffering.  They have time to play and interact with kids their own age and come back to me content and, bonus, a wee bit tired.   

You see, being home with the kids full-time can be, despite what many may think, exhausting and overwhelming.  I wouldn't trade it but that doesn't mean I don't need healthy outlets to maintain a little independence and well-being.  My time at the gym is most peaceful, calm, and serene part of my day - yes, seriously.  Even while breaking a sweat. 

Bye kids!
 (Can you just feel my sigh of relief?)

My Kitchen Floor

I'm not really sure exactly when this happened, but suddenly my kitchen floor is constantly covered in food. When I say covered, and if you know me at all, that might be a bit of an exaggeration, but it sure feels like it's covered.

How is it that one tiny human can turn the kitchen floor into a smorgasbord of whatever is on her tray, in addition to whatever she has found in the crevices of her highchair from her previous meal?

Husband and I have come to conclusion that AK is, in fact, not a dainty girly-girl. Duh. Her legs fashion a Dalmatian, her knees consistently skinned and I often wish her shirts were disposable. Therefore, when eating, she somehow becomes her food. Blueberries are one of her favorites. Lord, help me.

Husband, who is slightly on the neurotic side has often said to me "when is she going to stop being so messy when she eats?" My answer is usually, "What?" I have absolutely no earthly idea. Maybe we should ask her - "darling daughter, when might you actually get the food into your mouth without smearing it all over your entire face, bib, under your bib (you're magic!), your feet, the high chair and most importantly the floor?" When you're two? Three? Five? Eight? Hell, I don't know. Maybe it's just part of her character - she eats with voracity and pure enjoyment.

Her favorite thing ever is husband's homemade mashed potatoes. I personally think he puts crack in them and I would imagine she would agree if we had that conversation (we're not going to, don't worry). I give her a spoon. And, she finds it useless. Really? Mashed potatoes with your hands? Yes. Her whole hand. Which goes in her mouth, her hair, the sides of her highchair and every other which way. She eats them, with gusto, but it's almost like an art project in the process.

So, daily - no, make that thrice daily, I am picking up chunks of food from the floor, "sharking" the smaller bits, wiping it down and then swiffering it so as to avoid massive smears.

I do this more for myself than anything else and it's my choice. Yes, I could leave it until the end of the day, but I can't, you see. That's not who I am as a person. My house, even with an (almost two) year-old is meticulous and I will have it no other way. I don't waste my time cleaning up while I could be spending it with AK, but she also needs to learn that cleanliness is important and we clean up after ourselves. So, she helps. (Kind of).

One of these days, I will look back with nostalgia when my young lady is sitting at the table eating a meal with us - without painting the kitchen with it - and I will scroll to a picture in my phone that will likely leave her saying something like "Mom! Don't ever show anyone that picture." Sorry, kid. I love you, though.

Until then, professional floor cleaner I will be.

Refusing To Participate In The Terrible Twos

I can hear you laughing at me.  "How naïve she is," you're saying. Well, hush.

I get this drive to have it all together from my Mother. Thanks, Mom. When I graduated high school, my 'Senior Superlative' as written by my friends was "most likely to become her Mom."  I hated them for that back then and now realize that they could not have been more accurate.  I like to be the ring leader in my own circus.

So. AK is now closer to two than she is to one. If there is such thing as a perfect newborn, infant, baby and early toddler, she's it. She has given me so little trouble, headache, heartache, you name it. She's just a good freakin' kid. Case in point was last weekend. She laughs until my own cheeks hurt and I feel like my heart sings when I am with her.

But, holy crap. She kinda acted two last weekend. It came from left field. I wasn't expecting it. Suddenly, she's throwing a mini-tantrum at the plant nursery because she wants to ride in the dilapidated mini red coupe car sitting in the sand. She didn't want her raspberries and how dare me for offering them to her, so she deliberately stuck her finger so hard into each one of them that it not only squirted red raspberry juice on my shirt, but it pitifully smushed it onto her tray so she could, with one swoop of her hand, throw it onto the wall. Yelling "NO" in the process. WTH? Where's my angel baby?

You do understand that you ARE going to get me what I want out of that cupboard, yes?

She's almost two. That's where she is.

Hold up. I'm not participating in the Terrible Twos. Just not. I haven't had the heart to tell her yet, but we're getting there. I will gently and kindly explain to her that the behavior that often accompanies two-year-olds will not be welcome in our house. And, I am sure she will listen. (Insert sarcastic laugh here).

So much of life is about the attitude we have when dealing with the things that enter our journey, isn't it? So, can I attempt to maintain an attitude that encourages my little two-year-old to still experience the fun in life while being that ever elusive good kid? I think so.

I don't want to over-parent her, whatever that is. I don't want to helicopter. But, I do want her to learn to respect boundaries and most of all, know that I am her Momma. I am in charge. I'm a really fun Momma (to her, anyway) and I play like I'm two. But, I'm the boss.

At the end of the day, she sat in her rocking chair, quietly reading a book. When she saw me, she patted the spot next to her and said, "Sit, Momma." I melted.

And, then I sat.

My Little Tornado, aka My Daughter

Holy moly, is a 15 month old busy!  Where in the world do they get this energy from?  I may not take a nap every day and sleep 12 hours a night (frankly, ridiculously less lately due to that same 15 month old waking every day at 4:45 am, thankyouverymuch. And remember, I am currently laid-off, therefore not needing to wake so early), but I still can't figure out where the reserves for this level of activeness come from.  Although EM is my second baby, I guess I forgot about this part.  

Toys are inconsequential, many days food is too. The only thing of interest is getting those little hands on anything and everything that has not been locked up or tied down and throwing it in her wake.

When do they stop being little tornados?

Frankly, there are days that I could do without that tornado that tears through my house multiple times per day.  I don't even know where all this stuff comes from - most of our cupboards are child-proofed but not everything we own is able to be either.  I know you may say, just leave the mess until the end of the day.  I do.  I clean it all up at the end of the day after bed time, except that which creates a tripping hazard through my kitchen.  Is it wrong to want just a wee bit of order even throughout the day?

I know this is a phase and it too shall pass.  And, as my husband reminded me this morning, when EM is 15 years old and being difficult as only a teenage girl can be, we will fondly look back on her tornado days with a tear in our eye at the preciousness of it all.  I do not disagree. Yet, part of me cannot wait to be through this particular phase.  Does that make me a terrible mom? 

This age is truly adorable and enjoyable for so many other reasons.  EM is starting to talk, developing such a wonderful personality, and a real relationship with her brother, and watching her figure out the world around her is an amazing experience as her parent.  She is a light and a joy to our family.  She laughs louder and harder and we all follow suite.  We marvel at her silliness.

Yet, this tornado part of being a 15 month old is getting just a bit exhausting for this mommy.  Can't we just sit and play nicely (and maybe quietly) with a few toys?  Nope, there she goes again.  Off to go rescue her brother's beloved trucks before he notices.

Mommies with the Mostest, If We Do Say So

My fellow blogger, Sarah, and I just completed a weekend of "research and development" for our little blog.  Yes, that's what we will call it. 

But, mostly fun was had by mostly all most of the time.  We jam-packed so much kid-oriented activities, toddler-inspired meals, and even a little mommy time into four days we can hardly believe it.  We felt like Super Moms and feel the need to brag for just a moment.  Because these special moments just do not occur as much as we might try to produce them.  And, why have a blog if you can't toot your own horn a little when it is deserving, right? 

While every day was special, as it always is when our families get together, Saturday was particularly so.  For some reason, the stars aligned, the kids were healthy enough, everyone cooperated, everyone napped according to schedule, and we were able to fit more in this day than I can usually fit in a month.  It may have been a day early, but it really felt like the most special Mother's Day.

(Disclaimer: None of the following would have been possible if not for the incredible behind the scenes support of one darling husband.) 

Here is what we pulled off:
- Soccer game for CJ
- Group outing to train park including carnival rides and picnic lunch
- Three-hour nap time for all kids
- Mommy pedicures and shopping
- Outdoor play and swim in the pool
- Wholesome dinner for kids and husband
- Kids prepped for bed
- Mommy night out (!!)

Needless to say, we were all a little tired on Sunday, the actual celebration of Mother's Day.  Perhaps so tired that little actual Mother's Day celebrating actually occurred, for a variety of reasons.  But you know what, it was ok.  Who cares if it wasn't on the actual day. We felt special and loved by our kids and husbands.  Isn't that what matters after all? 

If there is one thing I have learned in the three plus years since my oldest arrived, it's that you can not win at this motherhood thing every day, and in this case, especially with three little kids between us to wrangle.  It should be considered a miracle that we made it out of the house as much as we did. 


Clothes are optional, clearly.

Sarah and I actually have very little face-to-face time, as we live in different states hours apart.  Yet, we are so fortunate to be able to arrange weekend visits here and there and I am always so grateful for any time we have.  We try so hard to take advantage of this time together - to bond as friends, moms and also for our children to create relationships that will hopefully last a lifetime.  It's really pretty special. 

A few days later and I am still riding the high of the weekend.  Meanwhile, my kids are exhausted, cranky, and both of my kids and husband have been sick this week.  Yet, I am completely unstressed by these current circumstances and I attribute that solely to the four days I got to have with my bestest, as I call her.  A "shot in the arm" as my Mom would call it.  And, it really was. 


What Do You Want to be when You Grow Up?

Have you always known what you wanted to be when you grew up?  

I am definitely not one of those people.  But, oh, how I have yearned to know what my "magic" job is. However, I have focused my career in the non-profit management sector for the past 14 years (wait, how did I get that old?!) - and now I am again questioning what I want to be when I “grow up.”  It's quite the ride.

As I have mentioned before, I was laid off from my job two months ago and am now in the midst of searching for that new position that feels like THE ONE. (Is there even such a thing?!)  It’s been pretty tough, but humbling and enlightening at the same time.  The last time I had to find a new job, I could check the "no kids" box, which makes it super easy to accept positions that require extra hours, long hours, long commutes, lots of travel…you get the picture.  

What’s more is that the position I just ended, although extra hours and travel were required, it allowed me to balance my career and family so well, and for that I will be forever grateful. (And, let's be honest, perhaps a little spoiled).  

Taking on something bigger now feels not so easy, even with a supportive husband. But, he too has a demanding career.  My life has changed so drastically since that last job search that what I am seeking, my goals, and my values have certainly evolved and are not the same as they used to be. To add to that pressure is an internal war waging inside me over slowing it down professionally while my kids are so young versus continuing to take on more responsibility.  That extra responsibility has a price, no?  

When "work" took on a whole new meaning

This period of time before the kids go to school is so short-lived and I do not want to regret not truly being present to enjoy it. Yet, I also crave the professional environment where I can utilize my skills, my intelligence and my education.  Finding a satisfying job with an organization that shares my values and that can fulfill the above mentioned requirements - does it exist?  I have to believe it does.  

It’s funny though, although one of the most difficult things I have ever gone through, getting laid off has brought me some unexpected pay-offs.  It has afforded me the opportunity to do significant re-evaluation and reflection regarding my priorities, professional ambitions, family goals, etc. – but more importantly, the desire to identify just what is my PASSION, which I have never adequately pursued before.  

I am already pursuing new professional endeavors that even 6 months ago, I wasn’t sure I had it in me.  There is nothing like losing a job though to force you to take big risks where in the past you might have hesitated- namely through this blog.  If there is anything I have learned in my 3+ years of parenting and working, it’s that I have learned a lot! And, I want to share my experiences so other moms like me know they are not alone.  Because, I know I have certainly felt alone in so many of these feelings and experiences.

This period of time defines transition, one that I am trying to embrace to the fullest. I can only hope that down the road when I have come out on the other side, with perspective, I can say I valued this time away from full-time employment, pursued my passions, and ultimately made the best decisions not only for myself, but for my family.    

Recipe: Bringing the Quiche Back!

I haven't seen many quiches on restaurant menus lately - are they a thing of the past?  Not in our house, they're not!

A quiche is a really smart idea, if you think about it:  protein, grains and veggies - all rolled into one delicious little meal.  And, who says a quiche can only be eaten for breakfast?  Not me.

I love this recipe because it's easy, it's healthy and it's hearty.  I must confess, though:  It's Tracy's. However, this weekend, I played domesticated diva and cooked up a fury of meals for AK for the next few weeks. I remain thankful for my freezer - it's earning its keep these days.

Crustless Mini Veggie Quiches

1 cup flour (I used whole wheat, but All Purpose would work just as well)
1 tsp. baking powder
1 tsp. salt
1 cup shredded cheese (I used a mix of cheddar and jack)
1 cup milk
2-3 cups finely diced veggies (I used broccoli, spinach, onions and tomatoes, but you could really throw anything you had on hand in).
2 eggs, beaten

Mix salt, flour and baking powder together in one bowl.

Mix remaining ingredients together in larger bowl.

Now mix both bowls together.

Pour into greased and floured muffin pan.  NOTE:  You can certainly make this in a 8x8 square pan, but I chose to use a muffin pan to give me individual portions.

Bake at 325 degrees for about 25 minutes.

These freeze nicely and keep in the fridge for several days. They also re-heat nicer than a full egg product due to the added flour! Enjoy.

I Read a Book! And, Thankfully, it wasn't a Board Book.

Actually, make that two books. That’s more books than I read in 2013 altogether. 

The husband and I just returned from one week of vacation – away from the kids, work, trying to find work, and all that lies in between.  Before you come to any conclusions on our escape, please understand a few things.  This was our first time away from both kids, by ourselves and together, for even one night, let alone seven.  We do not live near any family so this is definitely a privilege and also an event that likely will not soon be repeated. 

We definitely enjoyed our time away from playing cook, cleaner, laundress, butt wiper, errand runner, employee…and enjoyed all of the adult activities we rarely have the time for.  You know, drinking coffee while it’s hot, eating your meal while it’s hot, enjoying too many adult beverages, lounging by the pool instead of entertaining (read: chasing) children.  (If you were thinking of other adult activities, shame on you, this is a family blog!)  Let’s just say: it was a glorious time.  

Can't you just feel the relaxation?

Time away from the kids in any amount is something to be appreciated, valued, and most importantly, a routine occurrence.  As a parent, it is so easy to lose focus on who you really are, what you want in life, your goals, ambitions, etc.  I have found this to be especially true once we added the second child to our family– this has brought a whole new meaning to the word “busy” or even “crazy.”  And, if I am being honest, I do feel I have lost touch with much of who I was (pre-kids) during the past few years.  However, I also am totally aware that this time is temporary and I will one day again, soon-ish, have more time for myself and we will have more time my adult relationships. 

I realize none of what I am saying is new information, but, what is new is for me to recognize these feelings and to finally understand what parents of older children have been saying all along.  You just don’t really get it until you are IN it. 

So.  While I would love to be able to say: we will take more vacations alone! We will go on date nights every week! We will take time for ourselves every day!  I also know that trying to achieve these lofty ambitions would be setting us up to fail.  It’s just not currently realistic on a daily basis and I don’t want the disappointment when we fail the first week in. 

BUT, and there is a but here, I have now truly realized and internalized how valuable time away from the kids is.  And not the time away you experience on a dinner and a movie date-night.  With that scenario, you barely have time to decompress; in addition, the prep-work needed to prepare the babysitter for an evening is sometimes more stress than its worth (in my experience). 

Time away, like far away, is valuable in many other ways, especially for Type-A personalities like myself.  I can truly unplug, detach, and not worry because I have no other choice due to distance, lack of cell service and remoteness. And then guess what happens: I can finally relax, enjoy our time together, and continue to build a more solid foundation for our family to grow upon.  One that will hopefully get us through all that life throws at us until our next escape.  Speaking of which, I'm sure there's something I must be doing right now...

A Few of Our Favorite Things!

When getting ready to welcome a little one to the family, the amount of "stuff" available/wanted/needed is truly overwhelming.  Holy buckets.  Where do you start?  I lucked out and started with Tracy.  She had to figure it all out on her own. Poor girl.

My mentality was one of simplicity.  (If you saw our playroom now, you would burst into a fit of laughter.) But, in the beginning, we really tried to get just what we needed and not much more.  I also see posts regularly on social media platforms asking for advice on what to get for a newborn, a nice shower gift, etc.

So, here you have it: A list of our very favorite things. In no particular order...

(We are not compensated to endorse any of these items.  In addition, we chose to link mainly to Amazon and Diapers.com due only to its simplicity and ease of navigation.)

*Click on the green headings to link straight to the product*

Nose Frida
I read a review once that said "This is the grossest thing I have ever loved."  And you may question my sanity for putting something so weird first on our list.  Tracy was adamantly against even considering using this little device (also called the Snot Sucker - so you get the drift), but has since become a believer herself.  Those little bulb things the hospital gives out don't hold a candle to this thing.

Zip Jammies
In the middle of the night, you will be so thankful that you don't have to fumble with little snaps. Enough said.

Sound Machine
I highly recommend a sound machine.  Even more so if you have another child that could potentially interfere with the little one sleeping, or, in my case, a husband that resembles a bull in a china shop. 16 months later, we still use ours every night.

Cradle
This is not your typical cradle.  Both of us have used this little miracle sleeper for all three of our children. It's super easy to maneuver (I used to drag it from room to room so she could be with me while she was sleeping). The incline keeps baby sitting up slightly, which is good for any reflux conditions.  I kept AK at the side of my bed for three months.  Tracy kept EM with her for even longer!

Kick N Play Piano Gym
My favorite thing for baby once she hit about two months old.  I watched her develop her fine and gross motor skills right in front of my eyes.  She loved this thing.  Once she got a bit bigger, the piano adjusts so she can pound on it while sitting.

Sophie the Giraffe
So cliche.  But, by far, their favorite hand toy ever.

Miracle Blanket Swaddle
Both EM and AK had difficulties in the sleep department - but what baby doesn't! These blankets are amazingly easy to use, completely effective, and definitely helped our girls to stay asleep as infants - try as they might, those little arms could not get free. 

Munchkin Snack Catchers
These cups have saved me many a meltdown, particularly when we are not at home.  I have even resorted to putting entire meals cut-up into bite size pieces in  these cups in order to get certain children to eat.


Baby MumMum
This is a mess-free snack that baby will devour.  These little rice-cake-type crackers will give you at least 7 minutes of baby occupied time which is priceless as far as I am concerned.

Baby MumMum - the chosen appetizer before the real meal!

OxyClean Laundry Stain Remover Spray
This product is literally the ONLY one, and I have tried what seems like all of them, that will remove all the different types of stains your baby/child will make on their clothes.  You name it, this spray has removed it, and I have saved so many clothes from the garbage as a result.  Seriously.

Julbo Looping Sunglasses
These could be considered slightly pricey as far as kids sunglasses go.  However, the money they will save you in not having to buy a new pair for your kid every week will make it worth the splurge.  When this company says that they have flexible frames and cannot be damaged by bending, they are not kidding.  We have had our pair for 2 years and counting and are still damage free- and that includes the lenses.

She Talks to Siri...

Parenting Simply.  It's almost an unspoken oxymoron in today's society.  And the complexities are everywhere - picking just the right baby gear; preparing the proper nutritional foods; learning how to discipline; learning how to sleep.  I have found that one of the biggest complexities lies in the fact that access to technology provides informational overload.  For me, anyway.

AK has virtually zero screen-time, with a few exceptions.  While she was sick for almost the entire month of February, cartoons on the Disney channel provided a welcome reprieve.  And, a Baby Einstein video is watched about once every two weeks.  She does not yet have any "apps" on the iPad or iPhone and she is not given either to "play" with.

So, imagine my surprise, when about two months ago, she picks up my iPhone which was laying on the floor of her playroom (more on that later), holds it so close to her eyes that it's virtually touching her forehead and stares at it intently.  (Just like she sees Mommy do).  Then she pushes the little button and starts "talking" to Siri.  (Yup.  Just like she sees Mommy do).  Siri wasn't as nice in her response - I got on her about that later. Something about not understanding a word of what you're saying.  Geesh.

My heart drops.  Really?  I don't consider myself a phone junkie, but she is obviously proving me wrong. When I then think back, I realize that Mommy looking at a text here, an email there, Facebook, Instagram and any other social media platform when you're 16 months old all adds up pretty quickly.  And, I do not remotely want my daughter to feel that my technologies are more important than she is.

I made a commitment right then and there - technology would only be used to take a photo of her.  When I was in her presence, I would be present. Truly present.  Not waiting for whomever to chirp, ring, ding or holler at me.  These days of her innocence are beautiful, funny and fleeting.  I don't want to miss a minute.

I'm not going to say it has been life-changing.  But, it has been eye opening.  Focusing all of my energies on enjoying her laughter, her silliness and her growth right-before-my-eyes has been enlightening and enjoyable. I watch her "make soup" in her play kitchen and pretend to eat it with glee.  I watch her put her Little People in her bus and make it go "vroom vroom."  I watch her burst into hysterics when she decides to go down her playroom slide headfirst, in only a diaper, and get stuck halfway down as her belly sticks to the slide.  And, I love it.

It's a serious conversation with Siri today

Shortly after I made this commitment to her, I tried it out with husband.  We drive to work together, with AK, and drop her off at daycare together.  It's a 40 minute commute each morning - usually spent perusing the most recent posts on Facebook, adorable pictures of my friend's kids on Instagram or actually looking intelligently at the news.  But, this day, I decided to keep my phone and iPad tucked away in my purse.  And, a few things happened.

First, I noticed what an incredible day it was.  We live in the Aspen Valley of Colorado.  It's stunning. Every day.  Shame on me for forgetting to rejoice in this beauty every single day.  I got my phone out.  To take a picture of a landscape I can hardly describe with justice.  And, then I quickly put it back in my purse.  I could Instagram it later.

Second, husband started talking to me.  Not that we don't have riveting conversations every day, but this one was different.  It was a simple, casual conversation that was sparked simply because I was available.  I am so thankful I didn't miss it.

And, third, we decided to have a dance party.  In the car at 7:45 in the morning.  All three of us.  It was hysterical.   AK was bobbing her head in the backseat, where she likely usually feels ignored, (I don't blame myself for that one.  It's proper safety, but every now and again, I feel bad for the kid back there facing backward all alone), husband was turning up the music and laughing as his crazy wife was getting funky to the music in the front seat.  To think, I might have missed this.

I haven't been "perfect" since then, whatever that is.  But, I have made a true conscious effort to put down the devices and be present with my loves.  I'll take silly dance parties over chirps and dings any day of the week.