I started my on-line classes this week!  I am working towards my BSN, which is the four year nursing degree.  I currently an RN with a two-year degree. For years, decades even, the powers that be have warned us that someday we had to get our four year degree.  The time has come and here I go!

This semester I am taking Human Genetics and Transitions in Professional Nursing. So far I am pretty excited and I am right on track..of course it is day four!

I wasn’t sure how I would learn from an on-line class, but I  have noticed that my self-discipline has improved in the last 14 years and I can focus more and just get things done.  I even started next week’s assignment.  I’m such an overachiever!

 

 

Part of me did not want to share my Christmas Cards to everyone this early. I wanted you to laugh when you opened them up from the mail.   Then I realized that this way you may get two laughs out of the card and I get $10 from Shutterfly for sharing. Win, Win, Win!

Here are a couple candids from the shoot:

View the entire collection of Shutterfly Holiday Cards 2012.

Here is the final product:
Stationery card
View the entire collection of cards.
 

 

Strawberry Shortcake has done it again. She made a new DVD that you want to roll your eyes at as a parent, but the little girls love it!  My almost three-year old niece is having a Strawberry Shortcake party in a couple of weeks and she will for sure be getting a gently used but like new DVD in her gift bag. Among other things. I’m cheap, but not that cheap!

Here is the plot. Really, there is a plot.  Strawberry and friends get to meet a famous rock star and learn that friendship is more important than fame.  I hope the kids remember this as it seems so many people are looking for their 15 minutes of fame, even if it is shame!

This Family Approved DVD has a music video and a Dance-A-Long video feature as well as downloadable coloring pages.  This is great for stretching out empty time you may have on weekends or when the weather is bad outside.

Coming out on DVD today you can find it for under $10.oo at Wal-Mart and on Amazon.com.

 

 

(Disclosure:  I received a free copy of the above DVD in exchange for my honest review. No other compensation was given.  I have been a Strawberry Shortcake fan for decades now!)

 

I love these Goobers…Even the one who won’t let me take her picture!

Someday I might miss shoes being left in the middle of the door way.

Someday I might miss dirty socks being stowed in my reusable grocery bags or behind the coach or in the yard.

Someday I might want to have a room to help clean up.

Someday I might have an extra $20 to go towards on ice cream or new shoes.

Someday I might miss having to turn off the lights in the hall and the bathroom and the den and the bedrooms.

Someday I will be able to take a shower or go to the bathroom without interruption.

Someday I will get all sappy over hamster escape stories and incontinent doggy memories.

However, today is not someday, so  I wish these kids would stop driving me bonkers!

 

A few months ago I posted my review of Snow White & The Huntsman. Universal just recently sent me a preview copy of the movie’s new DVD coming out in on the 11th.  The Extended Edition is pretty awesome I must say and as always I  love getting the Digital copy for the kids to have on their various apple toys.  Of course this movie is PG-13 so only my two older girls will have access to it.

Here’s a link to the trailer if you have yet to watch the movie. The HD sound and picture is just beautiful.  I haven’t yet played with the pocket Blu App that gives you the opportunity to play with new features, but I’m sure the kids will get to it before me!

On September 11th the DVD is released and will be available at Wal-Mart, Target, Amazon and many other places.  It looks like the costs will be from $17.99 to $24.96 depending on if you get the DVD or Blu-Ray.

 

 

(Disclosure:  I received a free pre-view copy of the about DVD from Universal Studios Home Entertainment in exchange for my honest thoughts and opinions.)

 

Cousins saying goodbye to the pond.

I knew this weekend was coming.  We got through it with laughing and tears, but we got through it.

Hubby’s childhood home has been my second home for twenty years.  The first time he took me home we were seventeen.  I adored his house from day one.  Out in the country – real dirt roads, a good twenty minutes from our little town.  A rustic house built-in the late 1800′s, decorated in burlap, actual trees and barn siding.  It was a house everyone appreciated even if old-time decor wasn’t normally their thing.  Acres of land full of trees, hiking trails and a pond.

The pond.  Talk about a place full of memories. I used to swim in that pond, but for the last few years it’s been the playground for my kids and nieces and nephews.  Full of fish that loved to eat bread and would follow you  around expecting to be fed.  The bridge that went over the middle of the pond that Hubby built,  I once painted that bridge for forty bucks.  Meg painted that bridge not to long ago.  On the banks of that pond is where he proposed to me, giving me the ring that after seventeen years, just wore through just a few months ago.

The house.  The site of our first kiss.  The years of  Christmas Eve gift exchanges.  The bowls and bowls of ice cream.

Saying goodbye was hard. Was bitter-sweet.  The fact of the matter is that a place like that takes a lot of time, energy and effort to keep up. It is all-consuming.  Eighteen months after my father in law’s passing, my mother in law has moved on. She has a great little house in town, where the streets get plowed when it snows and the store is three minutes away only if you get stopped by the light.  We are delighted for her and she is very content.  It was time, but that doesn’t make it easy.

Land and homes are not families, but this place was as close to being a part of a family as a property can be.  We will cherish the memories of that home, but we are still family.  We will just gather at a different place than before. The spirit of the Cool Springs Road house is in all of us.  It is hard to explain this to the kids. The memories of Grampy are strongest out there, the wild care-free play place that they adore is now gone.  I am proud of them as they are very happy for their Grammy, even in their sadness.

 Grampy’s Flowers

Cleaning Up Post-Tornado

 

 

 

I’ve shared my art photo books before here.  I take pictures of the girls’ art and then make a book at the end of the school year.  I have four school art books now and love them. I do have issues with remembering who did what sometimes, and there are times when things get mixed up or I am not certain on the year.  Little details like that sometimes go amiss when you have four girls carrying home full folders everyday!

Today I found this app ARTkive, and I am in love!  I have uploaded the girls’ names and current grades. I can easily add notes, like deciphering the picture or jotting down the story that accompanies the photo.   You can add contacts to share artwork with loved ones if you wish or just store the pictures for yourself.  I’m excited about being a bit more organized without a lot of work and wanted to share.  Did I  mention it was free?  Yippee :)

Have you found any new apps that are helpful for life with the kiddos?  Please share!

 

 

(Disclosure:  I have not been asked to share about this app, I just wanted to tell you all about it!)

 

I was a bit fuzzy-headed this past summer.  Everything ran in together it seems, I never was able to catch up and  I certainly didn’t get to play around with my camera.  My one personal summer goal was a failure. I barely took pictures let alone learn how to use the thing more effectively!

I forgot my wallet when I went to the store…twice in four weeks.  I think that was the kicker. How crazy is it to go shopping without your wallet? Something that happens once or twice in your lifetime, not twice in a month!

Fuzzy head had to go.  I had a plan. I implemented that plan last week when the kids started school. I didn’t want to go withdrawal mommy crazy on them.  I feel better.  I’m not so fuzzy-headed.  I actually only started part of my plan due to the fact I didn’t want to overwhelm myself and I was sick with a bad respiratory virus.  Another clue that I am unwell. My Hubby and two kids caught a sore throat and when I catch it it ends up being a four-day illness where I am in bed or wish I was in bed.

My plan is not simple. It’s not even fun. But it is working:

No gluten. No sugar (real or fake). No caffeine. No Dairy.

I am surviving.  I am making a lot more from scratch. I’ve probably saved $10 in fast food/Dr. Pepper. Watching my family eat lasagna was hard last night as lasagna is my favorite meal, but I did it.  My plan is a six-week elimination diet and then re-introduce foods slowly into my life to see if I react to any of them badly.  I don’t think I have any allergies, but I may be a bit sensitive to some foods I don’t realize and the elimination diet helps be figure it all out in a relative short period.

I think what I am doing is like the Paleo diet I’ve heard so much about.  The Hubby and kids are getting the same meals they usually eat, some a bit tweaked for me and other times I just eat something different. If it turns out I do have some foods I have to stay away from for sure, I’ll most likely pass it on into the family meals so I’m not constantly making different foods.  The by-product is that we are all eating healthier which is great.  I’m not calling this a diet as I don’t really want to model that for the girls, but just a change in eating habits to be healthier.  Hopefully I’ll be a better mom with less fuzzy-head so they won’t care we are eating more veggies!

This week I go into my phase two mode of exercising at least 30 minutes a day and increasing the vitamin supplements suggested in The UltraMind Solution by Mark Hyman, MD.  I’m not following his plan to the letter as I cannot buy everything organic or spend $300 a month on vitamins, but I’m doing pretty well.

The moral of my story is that I feel better, I have more energy, my clothes aren’t as tight (I don’t weigh myself in general so I don’t know weight loss) and I’m eating as much as I want. I have not yet been hungry and the only real cravings I’ve had were for chocolate (of course!) and they weren’t that bad as I have some real unsweetened chocolate recipes I’ve made.

My fuzzy head is going away and I hope it stays away!

(Disclosure:   No one asks me to blog about this book and I bought it myself. If someone wants to pay me for doing this I’m open to that idea :)

 

I no longer have to shop the toddler or little girl sections.  I ignore the baby section on Pinterest for the most part and if I pin something there it’s for my work, not my home.  The girls start going to bed at 9, not 7:30 (we stager bedtime for sanity).  I didn’t have to buy water paints or play dough this year for school supplies.  Only one gives me a full on the mouth kiss before she leave the house. The other three give me various styled hugs or cheek kisses.  Only two would pose for first day of school photos.  This is my last year of being an elementary school parent!

I do have two budding musicians in the family with Meg on her second year of the sax and Mita starting the violin this fall.  (We are fortunate to have a strong school music program, a rarity anymore I know.) Those two are also on the soccer team and I am shopping for soccer balls and cleats this year.  Enu is at the top of the intermediate school as a fifth grader and Elle wants to be in Karate. New things are being tried and they are challenging themselves wonderfully.

They are growing. I miss some things. I’m really liking other things.  Things like Meg and Mita can walk to and from practice together and they both have study hall to get homework done there and not so much at home.  They are all funny.  Really funny little people with thoughts and ideas that they are open to sharing with us (still, hopefully always).  We can discuss current events and a bit of politics with them and they are forming their own ideas.

Bittersweet my thoughts this morning.  My growing family is amazing.

 

( Don’t forget to enter my Scholastic Book Giveaway!)

 

Now that school bags are filled with new paper, folders and pens the homework and reading assignments  will begin again. The Scholastic Summer Challenge is still going strong through August so keep your kids registering their reading minutes to help Scholastic get an amazing number of read minutes.  The record was broke earlier this summer for over 76 million minutes logged!

To celebrate the new school year and the amazing summer of 2012,  Scholastic Books sent me three great teen reads that I get to give away. YEAH!

The Eleventh Plague by Jeff Hirsch

 Border Town #1: Crossing the Line by Malín Alegría

The False Prince by Jennifer Nielsen

I gave Meg The Eleventh Plague to read and she is just about done with it and tells me she really likes it.  It’s set in a post-flu-ravaged America where Steven and Jenny are teenagers trying to survive.  The setting is a popular one for the time for sure, and the book has been giving the following review from Suzanne Collins:  The Eleventh Plague hits disturbingly close to home…an excellent, taut debut novel.  This review tells me I might want to read it when Meg is done!

Mita was given Bordertown #1 Crossing The Line.  At first look it reminded me of the teen scene books I read as a middle-schooler but after reading the first chapter I laughed, hard at the comical writing.  I haven’t finished the book, but Mita really likes it.  It does have subjects to do with growth and development, so not a read for a typical 9 or 10 year old for sure.  I like how real issues of the day are in this book: minorities, immigration, bigotry.

The third book I am giving away is The False Prince.  The first book of a trilogy, it lays the foundation for an exciting story that I’m sure Meg is going to want to read.  I have just started it and have been swept up in the life of Sage, an orphan who is being trained to possibly portray the king’s long lost son.  Good stuff here!

Want to win  books for a lucky kid in your life? Don’t have any tween kids to give the books to, but can donate them to a worthy cause? Maybe you are not a tween, but want to win and read the books yourself?  Here’s how it will work:

*Leave a comment telling me the name of the best book you read all summer or the name of the book you wanted to read all summer and didn’t have time to (then find the time when the kids go back to school!).  One entry.

*You can earn a second entry by Liking my page on FaceBook. I have 32 Likes and would love to hit 50 by the end of the year!  Just tell me you like me and part of your Facebook name so I can double-check the entry.

Giveaway starts August 21st, my kids’ first day of school and ends next Tuesday, August 27th at noon EST.

(Disclaimer:  I was asked to give an honest review of and hot a giveaway for these three books by Scholastic, and received a copy of each book for my time.)

 

Bad Pic, I know!

My mom and I took the kids to see the new Disney movie:  The Odd Life of Timothy Green last week.   By kids I mean my four girls and my brother’s three kids.  We were quite the crew ranging from 6 to 14 years old. It is so fun to go out with all of them now that they are potty trained and can sit through the whole movie.  I love my babies, but there are wonderful advantages to having older kids!

Since the previews have been running on this movie, the kids have been wanting to watch it and  I was excited to see it as well.  It did not disappoint. I laughed and cried and the kids laughed and really enjoyed it. They didn’t quite get me crying at the beginning of it and tolerated me crying at the end.

A brief premise without giving anything away:  A couple Jim and Cindy Green (Jennifer Garner and Joel Edgerton ) are told by their infertility physician that they have done everything they could have, but will not be able to have a child.  The couple are heartbroken and express their grief in a unique and beautiful little ceremony. A child comes to them magically and they experience the amazing thing that is parenthood.  The background story of a small town that makes pencils nicely frames this family film.

I was touched that the pain of infertility was given such an honest portrayal.  While I’ve never suffered from it, I still feel so tender towards though who struggle with infertility. Timothy literally shows up as a miracle and they claim their parenthood status as we all do: with happiness, cluelessness and love.

The adoption theme in the film was awesome. It was understated really, with little mention of actual adoption. The sister in the movie voiced the typical negative comments that come with adoption, especially older child adoption, with comments like “You never know what you are getting.” ” I thought you were going to have your own?”.  Her character was effective in teaching people how hurtful comments like these are.

The new parent mistakes and conversations were so endearing and sent me back to the early days of parenthood.  The second-guessing, the overly concerned packing of the backpack is really comical.

I would be doing a disservice to adoptive parents if I didn’t point out that the movie didn’t show the struggles of parenting an older child who through adoption (or through gardening as this movie has it!). There are unique struggles. While I would love for older child adoption to become more prevalent, I do want prospective adoptive parents to be fully aware of reality.

I highly recommend this movie to families and kids 7 and up. I say 7 because Elle enjoyed it, I don’t think nephew, age 6, was totally following it though.  It could possible confuse younger kids who are in the adoption world at how Timothy comes to be and the end of the story, so it may be prudent for parents to watch first if you fall in this category (adoptees, siblings of adoptees).

If I had a star system I would say 5 out of 5 stars for sure with The Odd Life of Timothy Green!

 

 

 

 

(Disclaimer:  I was not asked to review this movie, just really liked it and found it applicable to my life. Minus leaves of course. I cannot grow a weed!)

 

Meg the pro :)

Love!

Enu was very excited, not scared at all!

Elle is a lightweight adventurer!

Loving it!

Mita had a great time as well, but hates being in pictures. fI you ever wonder if she gets to have family fun, the answer is yes!

With school looming in the coming week, we took the kids for a last hoorah and tested out a new child’s zipline down in Hocking Hills.  It was a success for sure. Meg has zipped lined on the a big zip line before, but the others have never so it was a new adventure.  They adored it and as a parent it was so fun to watch!

I’ve ziplined before and know how safe it is when done right, so I had no worries of them falling. An added bonus is that once the kids lock in to the belay they are in for the whole course. No changing of the belays on every platform like with a normal course.

My favorite shot of the day is this one:

 

Enu showing her attitude!

 

 

 

Love My Girls

Tonight was orientation for Mita and open house for Meg. They will both be in middle school with Meg being the big 7th grader and Mita the newbie 6th grader.  I got a sitter for the other two as Hubby was working late and I couldn’t make those two sit through what  I had to sit through was required of parents.

After the initial panic of trying to figure out how to open up lockers (right, left, right not right-right-right) we went to meet the teachers. I had met most of them when Meg went through, but wanted to do the same with Mita.  The place was crowded and Mita really didn’t want go from class to class to class. She was fine with meeting them on the first day next Tuesday.

I told her I really wanted to meet them all so they would put the two of us together.  She looked at me funny. I then told her, you know just in case one of them want to know if we are trying for a boy (see post from earlier this week).  She actually smiled and shook her head, which for those of you with pre-teens know it is hard to get a glance let alone a smile out of them.  I think my  point got across that I wanted our mis-matchness to be known from the get go.

As they get older they have more teachers and  I have less time to get to know them and participate in the classroom.  I used to write letters at the beginning of the year to the teachers to introduce them a little bit better to my kids. I will do this with Enu and Elle, but it is not very practical with the older girls.

It’s hard letting the reigns loosen. It’s fun to watch them grow and try new things, it’s amazing getting to know them as them as individuals. I want to make things easier on them, so I go to meet the teacher nights.  I hold back all I want to tell them, I try to be chill.

That’s me. Chillaxed and all…

 

We all say dumb things sometimes, me especially.  I am pretty forgiving and have a good sense of humor so don’t worry about offending me for the most part.  Yesterday, however, the Avon lady at the fair said something so stupid that the kids insisted  I blog about it.  So, here it goes.

(Walking up to the Avon booth to look at the chapsticks with all four girls.)

Avon Lady:  Wow, you have your hands full!

Me: Everyday

Avon Lady: Are you a daycare?

Me: No, they are all mine. (Really there are only four, and they were behaving so it’s not like we were a walking tornado of twenty kids in matching shirts.)

Avon Lady:  Are you trying for a boy?

Me:  No, we are done.

Walking away as fast as possible I ask the girls if we should try for a brother….they all started laughing and saying things like ” I can’t believe she said that.” “Blog about this mom” and then Enu of course ” I want a baby brother!”.

I was happy that no one was overly sensitive or mad, it just rolled off them and was a funny family moment. When I told Hubbylater, he told me I should have told her we were trying for a tan kid but kept getting black or white.

When telling people I have four girls I often hear the “trying for a boy” thing, but only when they cannot see the girls.   I also hear the daycare thing, especially if there are cousins or friends  with us making us a bigger group.  I have never heard the two at the same time though when the kids are present and visible.

I just have to laugh.

Meg printed off her blog and made a pillow and a bag from old T shirts. Three blue ribbons!

Enu made a bag from a T shirt and made a poster about making Puppy Chow (Chex mix) snacks for the animal shelter. She also made a pillow. Three blue ribbons.

Elle made a bag and a pillow for two blue ribbons!

 

 

I have four kids. This is no surprise to me. I can’t blame anyone for my having four kids as they were all very planned (especially the adopted ones, it’s hard to have an oops adoption).  There are a couple of times a year then I find having four kids particularly very hard on the wallet. One of these times is back to school shopping.  I’m talking school supplies here as I don’t do the whole back to school clothes shopping, they get clothes as they need them.

I save supplies from previous years, I shop sales, use the coupons, but still feel quite broke come the end of August.  I think the kicker is that once they are in school I then have to pay school fees of $20 a kid.  Every year Hubby says “School fees, we have to pay school fees on top of taxes and buying things like tissues, wet wipes and baggies for the class room?” Every year. I think I have blogged that before, but it is true.

Where Trapper Keepers always so expensive?  Will I be looked down upon if I buy the generic tissues?  On top of finishing my own list today at Walmart, I had a lady follow me around and ask me a million questions about school supplies. Apparently she had her grandson’s list and was trying to figure out the difference between a sharpie permanent marker and a dry erase marker. She also needed council on folders for binders vs. folders with brads.  I tried to be helpful, but it got a bit creepy having her copy my purchases.  I was expecting her to have me drive him school as her next request!

That is the practical side of buying school supplies. The emotional part of buying school supplies is realizing that I no longer have to buy play dough or water colors.  Elle, my youngest, is going into the second grade. Her last year in elementary school.  Sob, sob.  The next thing you know she’ll need the special calculator for the seventh grade and then her Senior pictures.

I can’t image what the Senior year does to the wallet. Times four. What did I get myself into?!

 

Yesterday I went to my neighbors garage sale hoping to find some good clothing finds for my older girls.  I found several cute things for them including this shirt for Meg:

I thought she would like the recycle theme to it since she just completed her Girl Scout Silver award on recyling jeans.  I’ve never bought the VS Pink for them before, but it was only $1 and brand new so what the hay.

I get home and sort out the loot to the kids.  I pick up said shirt and find this on the back:

 Wonderful. I just encouraged my 12 year old to save water by jumping in the shower with someone.  Perfect. Just what I was hoping to do as a mom.

We are thinking the front will make a fun pillow for her room…

 

After a week of soccer camp Ella is officially retired she says :)

The girls have played soccer on and off for the past few years.  Little short camps or indoor leagues, nothing to competitive.  Now Meg and Mita are in a Junior High League with two games a week and at least three practices a week on top of the games.  High commitment level. That is something I have avoided for the most part to keep our family schedule manageable and us eating most nights together as a family.  I knew that once the girls got older that this plan would not work anymore and the time has come.  I am happy that they are on the same team though, and the practice field is a few minutes away by foot so they can walk when it’s good weather.

So far I am impressed with the coach.  She is young, but seems firm and has laid out her expectations early on. She will not tolerate absentees or tardiness and the kids have to do suicides if they break any rules or are late/absent. Suicides are a warm-up exercise that is not a lot of fun.  Hubby remembers these from his days playing in high school.  I skipped the whole extracurricular thing during my school career so I don’t know a lot of these little details. Not a lot of skin is permitted to be hanging out of the girls’ shirts and if they are having bad menstrual cramps they can take a blue day and have a light practice, but still practice.  She has it all covered it seems. It is interesting to see the bar being raised with expectations and responsibilities.  I’m hoping her rules make my job easier, so I am a less of a nag.

Now that we are a sporting family officially, I felt I should learn more about the game of soccer.  I knew the basics, but must learn the nuances so I have a clue of what is going on.  So off to Wikipedia I went to learn the history and rules & regs of soccer.  Not to bad at all I must say, I knew more than I thought I had and am convinced that soccer is a great sport for my girls to plays…especially since I hate softball/baseball with a passion. Sorry, not flaming please I just don’t care for the slowness and the parental yelling that softball brings.

Do/Did your kids play soccer?Any tips for a newbee soccer mom?

 

 

I’m canning this summer.  I canned salsa, pizza sauce and pasta sauce two summers ago and really liked the results.  Last year I had no desire to can. This year I got the itch once again.  I’m still on the fence about canning and if it is worth it or not.

I like knowing exactly what is in my food. I like picking fresh ingredients and the satisfaction I feel when I see the jars in the cabinet.  I don’t usually feel that satisfaction with domestic activities. When I clean a room I think of how it will be dirty again quickly.  When I do laundry I hate putting it away. I do feel satisfaction when I walk out of a nursing mama’s room and feel I have helped them. I feel satisfaction when I see my girls make good choices or succeed in something.  I remember feeling a sense of pride when I had clean diapers waving in the sun, so maybe my domestic genes are just picky.

This year I am canning pizza and pasta sauce, pickles and salsa. I’m also planning on freezing some zucchini stuff for bread and muffins.  So far so good. I hate how my kitchen is overwhelmed by food processors and jars, but I think it will be worth it.

I also donned my apron again for kicks and giggles!  Who knows how I’ll feel next summer, but this summer I’m liking it.

What domestic activities make you feel happy?

 

I love my swollen nose in this picture!

I cannot remember deciding to breastfeeding my babies.  I can remember in high school knowing I would breastfeed someday.  I wasn’t from a breastfeeding family, I wasn’t around babies much and the babies I did babysit were formula fed.  Breastfeeding wasn’t in my life, but I just knew it would be.  I am in the minority I know.  When talking with pregnant women I normally hear them say things like “I’m going to try to breastfeed.” or “I’m not breastfeeding”.

When pregnant with Meg, I read the books the magazines, I dreamed about nursing my baby. Then she was here, and quickly taken to the ICN for rapid breathing.  I was able to hold her for about two minutes, then didn’t see her again for several hours. My epidural took forever to wear off and I couldn’t walk to see her.  When I finally went to her they wer just about to give her a bottle since she was four hours old and a rather big baby (8 pounds 8 oz), but her blood sugars were holding steady.  Then she nursed and nursed and nursed and all was well.

Until I couldn’t get her to latch later on. Hmmm, I thought, it is much easier to read about this stuff than to do it!  We made it through the first few days. I was sore, but didn’t think about it much as I knew we would get the hang of it sometime.  She grew and grew and was very big, passing her birth weight in about a week (babies lose a bit of weight the first few days, even formula fed ones, the goal for breastfed babies is to be up to birth weight by 2 weeks).  I was sore.  She was clicking a lot at the breast, on and off, on and off.  This made her choke a bit.  I took her to the doctor’s office because someone noticed that she was tongue-tied.  The doctor told me that they didn’t clip tongues anymore and that it didn’t affect breastfeeding.

At my six-week checkup the doctor noticed that I had a sore on my nipple.  He told me to use lanolin, no referral to get help, no suggestions.  He didn’t tell me that I shouldn’t have such a sore six weeks post partum.  We kept nursing.

We nursed for 15 months.  One night Meg looked up at me while nursing and gave me a milky smile and never nursed again.  She was done.  I wasn’t  ready, but Meg had moved on.  She went on to have back to back ear infections that irritated me to no end since I hadn’t been the one to wean her!

Five years later here comes Elle.  She was smaller than Meg, a mere 8 pounds, and severely tongue-tied. Her tongue formed a little heart when she tried to stick it out.  We nursed, nursed nursed and she grew, grew, grew.  I was very sore and torn up.  We eventually found our happy place.  I now know that she had figured out a way to latch that was unique but worked until she was about ten months old.  She had so many teeth come in that she had to re-learn how to latch.  At that time I was working in the Lactation Program and had learned that tongue-ties can effect breastfeeding. It can cause horrible, painful sores on mom and can lead to weight-gain issues with baby. Huh.  Well my girls had no problems gaining, but mama was pretty sore!

At tens months of afe they were going to have to put Elle under general anesthesia to clip her tongue.  I didn’t want to do that to her, so we worked things out and she kept on nursing and growing.   I weaned her at two years, she would have kept going but I was done.  It was a hard decision, one I did not take lightly, one that I second-guessed for a while, but our last nursing session was a wonderful one that I will always remember.

Today both Meg and Elle have their tongues tied still.  They can sit still and get them clipped but have never had speech problems so we just left it the way it was. Elle’s has stretched a bit, but you can still see the heart! My girls are happy and healthy and I have always felt that breastfeeding them is one of my most proudest achievements.  I grew two babies in my womb and out of my womb.  Amazing.

I share this story not to say I suffered and it was worth it, but to tell others that sometimes you get bad advice.  I was told that tongue-ties don’t affect breastfeeding and it obviously can.  I had two different doctors see that I was having issues and neither one of them really cared.   I wish I had realized that I could reach out to other doctor or call the lactation program, I wish I had been a bit more questioning.  If I had not been so convinced that I was going to breastfeed, if I had any doubts about it, I most likely would have quit and missed out on an amazing experience.

In the past seven years a lot has changed locally.  Babies are being evaluated when they are thought to be tongue-tied and tongues are being clipped in cases when they need to be.  That makes me very happy.  Having the correct information available on breastfeeding is so important for families.

 

 

 

We were so excited to watch Gabby Douglas win the gold the other night for the gymnastics all-around.  In fact the younger girls are watching it right now, as I had to send them to bed.

As I watched it I wondered a few things.  Is Gabby’s hair permanently straightened or does she iron it straight.  I also wondered if she would be the first African-American to win the all-around gold.   The commentators didn’t mention the fact that she was black.  It didn’t bother me, it was actually refreshing that race wasn’t the topic of discussion, the sport was. Of course while watching I spent more time amazing and wowed by her skill and talent.  She flies effortlessly.  She is a super star.

Hitting the blogosphere early this morning (I actually have nowhere to go today!) the world is full of congrats for Gabby as it should be.  A NPR blog caught my eye.  Apparently there is an uproar in some of the black community that her hair isn’t as it should be.  I think her hair looked great for an athlete who has to have it out-of-the-way.  I would love it if she unleashed it and showed some beautiful curls after the olympics is over so my girls can see how awesome curls are.  If she doesn’t, however, I will not think less of her.  Reading the comments to said article some people were incredulous that people where talking hair. I wasn’t surprised. Hair is always discussed in the black community.  Of course I am not really apart of that community, I’m more on the fringe trying to make it easier on Mita and Enu to be apart of that community while being raised in a primarily white family in a primarily white community.

There was also a few comments on the fact that race wasn’t being mentioned at all. Some were mad about it and some were happy.  Others were wondering about what the big deal is.  Here is the thing. When you are apart of a minority community, there is not only pride (just like in majority communities) there is as need to really represent, to make an impact to show how awesome your community is.  This is not a bad thing, it just is.  Personally I was happy that every other word wasn’t about Gabby being black, but I did make sure my kids knew of her achievement for the black community. It is important for all of our kids to know when history is being made. It is inspiring. It is history.

All of that to say, we are so pleased for Gabby Douglas and her family. She is talented. She is strong. She is beautiful and full of life with a smile that rocks the world.  Whatever her hair style, whatever her race she is champion!

 

I have been known to lose things of late.  A couple of years  ago I lost my keys and they showed up  months later thanks to Kroger.  Months ago I left my wallet in a Starbucks, two hours away.  Not things I am proud of, but it is what it is.

Yesterday my mom got a call from our local Walmart.  They asked for me and told her that I had left an ID card at Walmart and they were keeping it in the pharmacy for me to come and get.  We couldn’t figure out why they called her number or what it was that I had lost unknowingly.

Today, after work, I popped by Walmart.  At the pharmacy I let them know that I had received a call saying I had lost an ID card.  I went on to mention that I wasn’t sure what it was I had lost, that I wasn’t missing anything.  The lady smiled at me and said:

“President Snow will not be happy.”

Uhhh, okay crazy Walmart pharmacy lady…think…think…think…Oh my gosh…

I had lost my Hunger Games ID card. My District 11 card of Panem fell out of my wallet when I was shopping.  It was turned into the pharmacy where all the employees were trying to figure out what kind of ID card it was.  The helpful crazy Walmart Pharmacy lady was a citizen of District 6.  She said she wanted to help me out anyway and thought this was hilarious.  They looked up my name and birthday in the pharmacy system and found my mom’s number as the last time I had used that pharmacy was eight years ago when I was pregnant with Elle and living with my parents after selling our house and waiting to move into our new one.

I told her my kids where going to love this story and they did!

 

 

I had a flashback childhood moment last night.  Elle crawled into bed with me (Hubby was away, so she knew her chances were good on staying) and I heard a sigh.  A lovely sigh.

That sigh took me back to being a kid.  When crawling into your parent’s bed was triumphant victory and the safest place in the world.  I then had other flashback moments.

Pretending to be asleep in the car and having your dad carry you into the house.

Dad bringing home root beer and ice cream to make floats.

Laying over the register on a cold morning with a blanket over you to make a tent.

Talking into a fan to hear your voice change.

Hanging upside down off the couch and reading a book while the blood rushing to your head.

I wonder what my kids will remember? What are some of your favorite childhood moments?

 

 

 

July 10th couldn’t come fast enough. I had waited over a year for the sequel to The Discovery of Witches by Deborah Harkness.  I re-read the first one in June to remind myself of the details of the story line.  Finally it came. I almost didn’t want to start it once it was in my hands, as it would be over far to soon.  Re-reading that last sentence it sounds like I am describing a first kiss!  So I was really excited to say the least.

Once I got the kids to bed, I began reading it.  The characters came flying back at me, my anticipation was so great.  The first few chapters dragged a bit. I couldn’t keep up with new characters, I didn’t feel the intense love of Matthew and Diana.  I got scared. What if it didn’t live up to the first book.  I got worried. What if I don’t love this book?

Then it was all okay.  I don’t know at what point of the book it happened, but it did happen.  I fell in love with the sequel.  The Shadow of Night became a book worth reading in its own right.  I would be lying if I said it captured me in the same way exactly, but I think that is because I identify better with the modern-day Diana and had a hard time with her restraints in Elizabethan England.  She really comes into her magic which is nice to read.  I also love how she was able to do some alchemic experiments and got to meet the Queen.  Lovely.

Matthew was different going back to 1590. He  wasn’t the perfect Matthew that we fell in love with in the first book. He seemed to have less confidence, less passion, was less sure of his future (which is irony in itself!).  This could be frustrating at first, but if you think of him as a person who has lived for centuries, but who has never had a true loved one it makes it easier to see him.  He is learning how to be a husband, a true partner and he has never had to do that before.  The newness of the situation of him and Diana unnerves him.

Reading some of the reviews of Shadow of Night on Goodreads, I see that some had issues with the time travel aspect.  I think thet all the links were taken care of.  The only time I thought things got far-fetched was when Diana meets (not wanting to spoil here)  a family member.  That was a rough story line to take for me.  Not the idea of it, but how the relationship was handled seemed to stiff.

I gave Shadow of Night five stars on Goodreads.  I loved how the story continued to develop and went places I had never dreamed it would go.  It is an intelligent, well-written book that cannot be rushed through. I actually went back and re-read the first few chapters again to try to understand the new characters better, since I had a rough time with them the first time around.

If you like vampires and witches, smart writing and history this is the series for you!

 

Source: pinterest.com via Amanda on Pinterest

 

Yes, I am referring to Pinterest again. I do not spend all day on it I swear! SWEAR! The above quote seemed appropriate for the current climate of politics, guns and chicken nuggets.

My mind, heart and patience tend to become overtaxed when I hear of injustices, cruelty and just plain stupid-ass violence.  As a general role I don’t talk big topics with those around me.   I just need to live my life, be an example for my kids and let them know my values and the values I want them to have and demonstrate.

I don’t listen to loud unless it’s my radio.  I will speak up when I have to. I will gladly converse with rationale people who don’t agree with me, but I will not yell or post every thought I have ever thought of to all around me.

That is all.

 

 

 

 

Once again I accidentally read a book that had an sub-plot of adoption.  Loving that I unknowingly have worked on my Adoption Reading Challenge 2012!

What Alice Forgot by Liane Moriarty is a thought-provoking plot that isn’t too heavy to be considered a light read, which is great for people like me who like to read as a relaxation activity.

The story begins when Alice falls off her bicycle at the gym which causes her to lose the last ten years of her life.  She gets to the hospital to discover that her and her beloved husband are in the middle of a messy divorce and the child she thinks is growing in her womb is a crabby pre-teen.

Alice doesn’t like the woman she has become in many ways.  She cannot believe how uptight she has become and how did she have three children when the plan was for two? The amazing old house her and her soon to be ex had bought has become the home of their dreams and her mom has become a salsa dancing queen, both positive things, but not expected.

While learning about this new self, she discovers that her and her sister’s relationship has faltered over the missing ten years and there is a void there she wants to fill.  Her sister’s story is one of multiple  vitro fertilization and subsequent miscarriages, shedding some light on what it is like for infertile couples wanting to have children.  The adoption sub-plot is in her story.

Her sister  has always stated she would not adopt because of her husband’s experience as an adoptee.  Through-out the book the sister and her husband work through their grief.  Reading from this perspective was eye-opening.  As an adoptive parent who already had two biological children before adopting, I try to be sensitive to people who have adopted through the life experience of infertility.  I have no idea how a women who is infertile feels, and do not want to ever try to assume.  I do not see adoption as an easy answer to infertility.  I do think that What Alice Forgot did a nice job exploring adoption after infertililty.

I don’t want to give any spoilers, but I was very pleased with how the book ended. I was glad it wasn’t a cookie-cutter ending!

 

Meg, Enu, Elle and my neice A are performing for the next two weekends in Joseph and The Amazing Technicolor Dreamcoat. They are singing their little hearts out in the show that tells the Bible story of Joseph and his colorful coat, using different genres of music.   I had never seen the play before, but am having a fun time watching the practices.  It’s loud and fun and full of color. It will be nice to see the complete performance in order though!

If you are local check out the performances and bring friends with you! A discount is given to groups of 10 or more.  Call The Renner at 740-453-8481 for reservations.

Shhh. Don’t tell Meg she’s off beat!

 

Cousins looking way to old with makeup!

Almost 13!

Enu looking blue!

 

Colorado with my bff’s kids.

Today I turned thirty-seven. 

I love my birthday, always have and hopefully always will.  I can remember answering the phone “Hello, today is my birthday!” when I was a teenager.  Ahh, the ability to be obnoxious as a teen!

Thirty-six was a good year.  I traveled to San Diego, Hawaii and Colorado and got my long-awaited breast reduction surgery.  More importantly, I think I have become a bit more determined, a better mom and a better person.  I still have a long way to go though for sure.

For my thirty-seventh year I hope to start running again and lose this extra weight that stress has packed on. I hope to start classes again working towards my future degrees.  I want to slow down, smell the roses (metaphorically of course as my sense of smell isn’t that great!) and play a bit more.

Thanks to my friends and family for a great day full of thoughtfulness!

 

I thought I was done blogging about my breast reduction surgery, but yesterday I went to see my surgeon for the last time for a normal follow-up appointment.  His parting questions made me pause….

“Do you  want your pictures?” Asks Dr. Breast.

“What pictures?” I say rather stupidly.

“Your before and after. A lot of women like to have them.” States Dr. Breast.

“Oh, okay, but I won’t look at them, just store them away in case I ever need them.” I tell him (Like he cares, he isn’t a shrink!)

I found myself waiting in the waiting room for my nude pictures.  The nurse hands them to me in a manilla envelope. Hmmm. I must mark these so no-one opens them.  Then I put them in the car with me and went on to do my million errands I find myself doing when I am in the vicinity of a Target (side note: The nearest Target is an hour away from us….it’s horrible I know.).

Once I got home I decided to put the envelope on the bottom of one of my dresser drawers.  Of course my mind quickly goes to things like If I die, whoever goes through my drawers will open these and Maybe my after pictures are really hot and I want to see them.

So I looked. BIG MISTAKE What an eye-opening and thoughtful experience.

Before I tell you more I must clue you in on what the photography session is like. There is no empowering mood music.  You are not warned before hand to wear something non-muffin-toppy.  The doctor taking the pix purposefully cuts your head out of the picture and you are up against a boring blue or brown backdrop.  awkward!  Do I smile? Do I talk? Do I close my eyes and hope to die right then and there….I did the third option.

The in-office printer photos are cold and lifeless, just like the look of my pale and nasty skin in my before pictures.  The after pictures look straight from a morgue with suture lines as bright as the burning coals of a fire.  Not good for my self-esteem.

I mentioned this to my mom and she went off on a rant about how she she first saw me with my bandages off she wanted to scream “What did you do to my daughter!?”. She then went on to say how I looked like Frankenstein and then agreed that my wounds had a morgue-esk look to them. Wow mom. Thanks for lying to me at the time, as I couldn’t have handled your truths!

My scars are slowly fading, I am so happy I had the surgery and feel so much better.  I wasn’t a nude model before and I won’t be after, so whats a few scars for the sake of my health right?  Needless to say I have warnings on the manilla envelope now with strict instructions that they are to be destroyed if I leave this earth pre-maturely.  I am keeping them for medical records only, as my surgeon is moving to Illinois so I thought I should keep them close.   Not the nude pictures one would expect a wife to keep in her drawers!

 

 

 

 

 

Monopoly by flashlight.

If I had missed today’s post I would have had a great excuse, but I am glad I get to finish off the month as planned.  I almost didn’t get to yell my success over posting everyday in June, but here I am an hour and a half before midnight writing my June 30th post! 

We had horrible wind/tornado storms rip through her last night. Scary stuff, but thankfully my family and I are safe with just a few trees down and no electricity for a while.  I just got my electric back on, but my parents are still without as are many, many thousands of others.  Hubby and the girls got off early this morning for their camping trip and made good driving time (going to Colorado with Uncle and two nephews….sixagainsttwo would be the name of that blog!).

I feel I stretched myself a bit and made myself write some things that were whirling around in my head, I also had a few really boring days.  Such is life though and the exercise was a success in my eyes.

So, please remind me not to do NoPoBloMo again the next time I decide to push myself! 

No jumping on the trampline until the wires are fixed!

 

Thankfully missed the neighbor’s house!

The kids in St. Louis.

 

A couple of months ago my mom-in-law and I took the girls to see Mirror Mirror starring Julia Roberts and Lily Collins.  A fun re-make of the traditional Snow White story that makes Snow White a bit less clueless and more courageous. She saves the prince if you don’t mind me giving a spoiler.

All four girls loved it and so did us adults.  One of the cool things in the movie is the song “I believe in Love” sung by Collins (yes, her dad is Phil Collins). It is catchy and makes you want to dance, here is a free download of the song (I don’t know how long it will be offered btw).  Some fun online extras can be found at the Mirror Mirror site. There is a dressing room where the kids can design dresses, a Mad-Lib type word game and you can download some coloring pictures! 

Twentieth Century Fox Home Entertainment just sent me a DVD/Digital Download/Blu-Ray Mirror Mirror to have for the house. The kids are thrilled as it is just in time for the long trip to Colorado (leaving soon). I have never done digital download before, but once I realized I needed to have iTunes open, it was very easy to upload onto my account.  Now the kids have the movie on their iPod touches and can watch it again whenever they want.  I think the digital downloading option is going to catch on in this house.

If you haven’t yet seen the movie, or saw the movie and want to see it again the movie was released a few days ago on June 26th.  The flick is rated PG and has the Dove.org seal of approval for families.

 

Enu and Mita. Mita would only pose with the prince :)

 

I told them to act like Witches. Only Enu did. Makes for a funny pic :)

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

(Disclosure: I got a free copy as I mentioned above in exchange for my honest opinon of the movie.)

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