It should be…

the 31 days of October challenge. For the past two years I have blogged, as a collective challenge with The Nester, every day of October about a specific topic. I chatted about “Preparing for my first craft show” and last year was “Sprinklings of my reality” .  This year, I am learning to say “I can not add one more thing to my plate” Okay I am really trying to say it. But it’s so hard. The guilt of not doing “things” for others is getting to me. But I have to say no for me otherwise… hello straight jacket!!

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Most of us have way to much going on everyday. Why is that? Why do we like to overload ourselves with things to do? I have no idea. Like I said I am trying not to have to much on my plate everyday so I can just enjoy the day with out the “we need to go here,” “I need to do this,” and the “we need to speed it up or we will be late!” I really just want to be “okay, what shall we do today?” But let’s be real, that is not going to happen every day. It just won’t.  No matter how much we say “no I can’t do that,” it just won’t happen. At least I can not see it happening.

You know what I do see happening, those stay at home mama’s with 5 kids all perfectly dressed and clean, following mom like a little row of ducklings. They go to the market, to swimming, to soccer, to baseball and out to dinner with out a single “we are going to be late” moment. How the heck do those mama’s do it? How do they have the perfectly clean home (and kids) with dinner on the table at 6pm with out any one child screaming in the process? How can they look completely pulled together all day long?  Robots? Maybe…

In my world, we are usually not late. We are never perfectly clean. We are never ever a little row of ducklings (it would be a very small row with only two kiddos). We are not at swimming, soccer or baseball everyday, and I still struggle with keeping the house picked-up. Notice I did not say clean. It is clean around here but not that “perfect all the time clean” but more of a “i will not roll over in my grave of embarrassment if you happen to stop by clean.”  I struggle with finishing a project the day I started it (or the same week) because other things have to be done.

I know. I know. We have young kiddos and I should not be adding any pressure to myself for these silly “things” but guess what. I do. I do want to come home from doing errands all day into a clean, picked up home. I do want to have time to finish a simple project when I start it. I do want to have clean kiddos- okay well let’s be realistic here- Kiddo draws on herself daily, loves mud and climbing trees and SneakyB is one. So the reality here is they will not be pressed and proper in their clothing- probably ever. They are “clean” as in bathed – usually- okay twice a week maybe three times.  Does running through a sprinkler count as a bath?

What is all this rambling on about. I don’t know. I guess it’s just my moment to share that I feel overwhelmed, sometimes, as a stay at home mama and wonder how others get it all done. The reality is this. My kids are happy. They are fun to be with (most days). They make my world awesome (usually). I am thankful to be a stay at home mama. I do miss my design career sometimes, especially when the girls are screaming and whining in the produce section of the market. But I would not trade it for anything at all.

This October instead of the 31 days to something, so I don’t feel guilt-ridden for not blogging, I am going to commit to four times this month of just checking in with you all and rambling about something. Fingers crossed I finish a project and can share that with you. That would just be amazing! newsignature.jpg

 

 

Designing, Crying and a little change

Utter Chaos. We are living in utter chaos. Not only is Kiddo starting kindergarten today and Hubby started back to school two days ago but we are moving in 10 days! TEN.

In true me fashion, I am procrastinating. Procrastinating packing. I just spent days and days and days helping my mom pack and now we have to pack… procrastination is calling my name! How do you ask? Well,

  1. I’m blogging today
  2. I am designing my mom’s new kitchen in her new home (more in a bit)
  3. My partner in “crime” Magazine Mom and I are working on a new business (more to come in the future but let’s just say is extraordinary!)
  4. I am studying to be a girl scout leader (who new right) and
  5. I have decided to rename my blog and my little business (WHAT!?- yes. more in a bit plus a bit)

packingShall we review- number one. Well this is obvious. I am typing away in the middle of cardboard, tape, plastic wrap and boxes. (“Ignore it all Molly”)

kitchenbeforeNumber two- Redesigning my mom’s new kitchen. As you recall, my mom just moved up to our area. The house is great, the kitchen not so much. Not my mom. Not designed well. Not anything to be kept. So I am helping her redesign it. It feels good to get my designer hat back for a moment. Use my designer brain, it’s been rusty for awhile. To use the computer for drawing and not pinning or checking status, etc. happy day!

Reality check. It’s really hard to work while the girls are up. We spent a few hours yesterday at mom’s house. The girls where “locked” in the den. Okay to clarify, I put a baby gate across the doorway so that Sneaky B would not go up the stairs. Kiddo was “babysitting” while I worked and I would sneak a peak every now and then. It was working great until the crying, screaming and tears started. Kiddo says nothing happened- I believe her, she was crying and screaming too. We have so much change right now, I sometimes wish I could just sit in a room and scream and cry.

Number three- It’s extraordinary- moving on

Number four- Girl Scouts- Daisy’s to be exact. A few months ago it was “decided” that I should be a girl scout leader with all the girls from pre-school and other kindergartners and first graders. I thought, no problem. That would be fun. Wow- I had no idea what it takes to be a leader! It’s going to be fun and I am excited but it’s a lot to learn. I am up for that challenge!

Number Five- Renaming the blog! This one I have been thinking about for a long time. Why Vintage Princess by ME? That’s the name of my little clothing business. Why did I name my blog that? NO idea. A few months ago I thought I was going to name the blog Pumpkin & Pearl… did you notice this:

OLD_vp_header.jpgYeah- not quite right. I think it’s cute, but no… So now Vintage Princess by ME is:

mollyB_onlyWhy? Well simply because that’s who I am. I am Molly B (it’s what my grandmother used to call me) and I like to create and share my journey. It simply covers everything. I will be updating the blog look soon- let’s hope it’s not during another procrastinating session- unless it’s procrastinating from UN-packing. I am changing the little business name too, again, let’s wait to we move. I can no longer ignore all the boxes… newsignature.jpg

 

 

One already

Can you believe it? Sneaky B is already one year old. Doesn’t it seem like yesterday that I told you all I was preggers?  Seems like it to me. This year has flown by!

We had a little party for Sneaky B over the weekend. Just a few friends and family in the park. It was a lovely day and I have probably to many pictures to share. As you know I never do anything simple, it’s a party, why do simple right?

inviteblogThanks to my obsession with pinterest, I found way to many ideas for this  little party.  Like red wax cheese “carved” to look like ladybugs, porcupine watermelon (can’t believe I made this for many reasons) and awesome felt critter mask patterns from illistyle — So stinking cute! Any easy to make. (You can try them too, by following the link)

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Simple cupcakes with vintage mushrooms. While baking the cupcakes I had a minor freak out moment… What was Sneaky B going to have for her cupcake?

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With the Fpies and not many safe foods that could become any form of a cake, I had no idea! I was a sad about this. In fact it was the first time I have been sad about her Fpies dignosis.  I have not had a moment to metally process the fact that she has Fpies. This was the first…

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But then my dear friend Kayce came to mind. She and her husband own a company “Miss Roben’s Allergy Friendly Mixes” (they are working on creating a website, I will share once it’s up and running) that makes food mixes that do not include the top ten allergens. YES, maybe one of these would work! Since I have not yet tried any oils, I thought maybe I could use the Chocolate Fudge Frosting (which contains corn free powdered sugar!) mixed with coconut cream. Sneaky B hasn’t tried chocolate yet, but I thought let’s just bite the bullet and see what happens. I made a little “cupcake” of frosting and she loved it! I mean what’s not to love- this frosting is delicious. And happy day no reaction 🙂

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partyfunFor a moment while working on the party I thought why am I doing this? Maybe we should have waited till after we move (in 17 days!). She’s only one, she will not remember this party. But the reality is, we needed a day off.  We needed to spend time with family and friends. We needed to not think about packing and unpacking and packing and unpacking. It was delightful.

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And now we are back to packing. In the next 17 days, we have a lot going on. Kiddo starts kindergarten. Hubby starts school too. We are moving. I am very excited to move; not so excited to pack, but excited to move! newsignature.jpg

 

Drum roll please….

“Food Protein-Induced Enterocolitis Syndrome” otherwise known as Fpies. To put it very simply- a person with Fpies  can not process the proteins in certain, many or most foods.

Never heard of it?  I hadn’t.  Until a few years ago when one of my best friends Ashley (aka Magazine Mom, my sidekick) discovered her son has it. Poor little man. It was a crazy time in there lives. My heart ached for them.

This is what Sneaky B has. Fpies, although acute.

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Fpies kiddos- can they be any cuter?

Okay can I say what we are all thinking. What are the freaking chances of this happening?  Two friends with new babies a year and a half apart. Both have this random never heard of syndrome?  There has to be a mathematician out there who can tell me the odds. Maybe we need to hit up Vegas?

I do feel fortunate though. Lucky for me I have a friend I can go to for any questions I have about this Fpies. Lucky for us, we are go getters when it comes to our kiddos. Somehow I think we will be planning something big, yet again, for Fpies kids. Lucky Fpies. Lucky us!

I have a lot to learn still. LOTS.  She will probably grow out of it. She will most likely always be intolerant to corn which is her biggest trigger (using Fpies wordage:  “trigger” food that causes reaction). Now that we know she has Fpies, I feel good. Not knowing, for me, is the worst. Now we can look Fpies in the face and take it on. We accept this challenge. newsignature.jpg

 

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I guess to say “hating” food isn’t really the best thing to do. We are teaching Kiddo that “hate” isn’t a word we use in our family (along with “can’t”) but at the moment I truly do hate food, and she can’t read yet, so I am going to use HATE. And…maybe not food in general, but all the companies who make food to make our lives a tiny bit easier… I am hating them at the moment.

Sneaky B has a difficult time with food. She has a difficult time gaining weight because of this; she has dark circles under her eyes. She is not “allergic” to any food but she reacts to food in a different way. Her little tummy will hurt so much from certain foods that she is unconsolable, scream-crying (we call it the emergency room cry) for hours. Typically 6-7 hours after bad food was eaten, it will begin by being overly fussy and not wanting anything but mommy. Then the emergency room cry will being and 3-4 hours later it stops by her purely exhausted self falling asleep. A few hours later we have the nasty “reaction” poop, or maybe we should call it radio active poop. It’s the most vial poop I have ever experienced. My poor baby, I hate when this happens. It sucks! Especially when I accidentally eat something she can not have.

nofood.pngSince I am still nursing, what I eat effects her too. “Luckily” I only have to avoid wheat, dairy, soy and corn. HA! Only! Have you ever read labels on food? Seriously, it’s completely ridiculous what “they” put in our food. I have eaten wheat/gluten free for years (before it was popular) so I am used to avoiding that. Dairy hides in food too, it seems a bit easier to avoid than the others.

But corn… corn comes in so many forms and it is Sneaky B’s worst so far. Corn syrup, maltodextrin (made from corn), corn starch these are in everything! If it’s gluten free, it’s typically made with corn. Want to take a headache medicine…nope corn starch. Corn is in ketchup, mustard, chewing gum, soy milk, some frozen fruits and veggies, salad dressing, even toothpaste, the list can go on and on.  I was happy to find those little cubes of frozen herbs, basil was my favorite, a small connivence,… oh guess what, they put corn starch in it.  Mommy’s sorry Sneaky B…  It’s everywhere!

Next our dear friend soy. I used to be a soy consumer. I was a vegan before Sneaky B was born. But since this all started I was a total cranky bitch with eating just fruit and veggies. That lasted two days, to be honest, and then I had my first bit of meat in 4 years… wow! okay, it took awhile to get used to the texture but it was so good, and I was my normal happy again. It’s what my body need now. So no more tofu, soy-cheeze, soy sauce for me. HA do you know how many other places soy hides? Seriously it’s in more things that our dear friend wheat/gluten. Deli sandwich (on gluten, corn & dairy free bread of course) (and yes they do make that)- NO! Soy is in almost all deli meats. I have found one. just one, that I can eat and it’s labeled “Healthy Roasted Turkey” and it’s made with potato starch. Isn’t that funny, the “healthy” turkey has potato starch. Why does it have anything in it at all -other than freaking turkey???

I have become a pro at reading labels and it’s a good thing I enjoy cooking from scratch. I still try to find the “easy” food that I could eat, just maybe there is something out there I have not found yet. There have been a few occasions when I have the girls at the market looking for a quick dinner or lunch, they are whining and I am so hungry I don’t even care that everyone is watching me crying down the aisle picking up an item, reading the label “Nope! freaking corn!” “HA! Nope corn and soy!” It sucks! But I also know that for me this is a short lived moment in my life. Once I am done nursing, I can add back corn to my diet. I am not so sure I will add soy back though, we will see about that. But for Sneaky B, what is in store for her?

sneakyb11monthspic.jpgWe find out next week what exactly she has, I have an idea as to what it is, but I will keep that a secret until we get the word from the doc.  So far she can’t eat wheat, soy, corn, dairy, apples and pomegranates (which made her throw up!). I have my suspicions about potato too, but am waiting to try that again.  It’s a slow process, and that’s okay. Its frustrating. At times I think I am crazy. How can my eating four pieces of popcorn make our daughter be so wildly miserable? But it all comes down to this. I know I am not crazy. I know food affects her in a different way than most. I know when we are eating only what she can, so far, she is happy, the dark circles under her eyes are gone, she likes to sleep (!) and she is starting to gain weight. She is always wonderful.newsignature.jpg

Sleep…please

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So, if you have ever had a baby you know this is the one time in your life you obsess about sleep. “How many minutes was that nap?” “How many hours is a 9 month old supposed to sleep?” “What!? Awake already!” “I know you are tired but I had 3 hours of interrupt sleep!” Lately, this past week especially, Im over it. Over the getting up & being up with Sneaky B from 330am to 5am every night plus 2 nightly nursings. Over rocking (I know- bad to some of you) her for an hour to fall asleep just for a 30 minute “nap”. (I used quotes here because I was told that its not considered a nap if its not at least 45 minutes… yet another obsession). Over it all!

So today we start… sleep training.  Something we didn’t do with Kiddo, probably should have, but thats another day. For the past few days, in my non existent sleep stupor, I have been reading everything I could find on sleep training.  Wow there are a ton of theories out there on how to sleep train. Let them cry, dont you dare let them cry, just except the lack of sleep (not!), it goes on and on and on.

What is our plan..a little of it all. Nap time will now begin with a quick rocking, I just can’t not do this, with Bun bun (the stuffed bunny), then into the crib. Then I sit next to her crib with my hand inside so she knows I am here but I stay quite and let her cry and fall asleep.  Then as this works and the time of crying shortens (please let this be a short amount of days) I will sit farther away, and then out of the room. This is the plan as of now. We will see

arm.pngAnd while I type one handed on my phone (love the wordpress app) this that’s what I’m doing; sitting on the floor in complete silence next to her crib with my hand through the slats of her crib.

So far Sneaky B is crying, but not nearly as forceful as usual when in her crib awake. (She is usually panicky…crying…screaming, I can’t handle hearing this at all.) She is reaching for my hand, aww, and I can tell she is starting to drift to sleep.

We will see if this works. Will I stay strong and let her cry and fall asleep by herself? I have too, I dont want to but I have to.  The goal is to get her to fall asleep within 15 minutes all by herself.  As in “Its time for naps” put her into bed and goodnight. Dreamy!!

Wait! Hold on a minute. ..holy hell its been 20 minutes and she is sound asleep! My hand is sound asleep too but so is Sneaky B!!! Okay don’t get to excited and contain the happy dance for when I get out of the nursery… I can’t even believe it, neither can Hubby or Kiddo!

While Sneaky B slept, we actually got to do some fun things around here. I started two projects that have been on the list for months, I will show you later. And Kiddo and Hubby got sneakily creative… later Kiddo said giggling “I can’t tell you what daddy and I where doing until tomorrow, but do you have anymore paint?” Must be a mother’s day something. After which they did this…

nails.pngCan I just give a big shout out to my hubby… you are an awesome dad!

The other nap and bedtime went just the same, 20 minutes of crying and then sound asleep. I am hoping this isn’t a fluke, and that it’s the start of a great sleeping child that I have always longed for. Only time will tell. signature

 

 

 

Sprinklings: pee, poop and moonshine

Let me tell you- today was a doozy. And not because of my children -well the poop was mine- i mean the babies – which makes it all okay, but I seriously have to share.

Kiddo goes to a co-operative pre-school in town, which means once a week I have the privilege of working in the class. (I’m pretty sure I have talked about this before). So today should have been a normal Tuesday, got up, get the girls dressed, went to the market, came home, unloaded, dropped off Sneaky B with a wonderful friend, went to preschool with Kiddo. Normal Tuesday…but like I said, it wasn’t!

Let’s see, five minutes before leaving (this always happens right before you have to leave) to drop off Sneaky B, she exploded. NOT her, but the diaper. Poop everywhere! How does one tiny little baby make so much poop? And why the hell does it explode out of their little bottoms? It was everywhere! All over her, forget about the cute outfit- I’m sure it’s stained beyond usable.  All over her rocking/bouncy chair- happily I can wash that too. And of course you have to do the crazy moves to get the baby out of the outfit without spreading the poop all over the changing table, the baby or yourself. I scored here, no more spread out poop! Point for me.

So we drop off Sneaky B a bit late and therefore get to preschool a few minutes late to discover we have switched locations (each parent works in a certain area for a few weeks then we switch). No problem, but I have bathroom duty. Should be fine I think, they are all 4 & 5. They are all potty trained, i wont have to help with any wiping. I had a hard time wiping my own kid, don’t really want to wipe others offspring. Nope. Two not one but two of the kids have accidents. I know it happens but really? Twice? So after finding my “don’t toss my cookies inner power” I helped out both kids. No problem, especially after washing my hands 20 times. Nothing else could happen now right, I have dealt with nasty poop and now other kids pee…wrong. (I know better to think this way too, I was born a Murphy, so Murphy’s law follows me everywhere).

Final circle of the day. All the kids are sitting around singing a song with the teacher; it’s all good and happy. One of the girls is having a hard time sitting still (normal) and she starts to stand up and adjust her clothes, like she was uncomfortable or something. Well, that would have been great. But she stands all the way up, turns around, pulls down her pants and full on moons everyone. I mean full moon. The adults where bug-eyes and in total shock for what seemed like forever, although it was probably 5 to 10 seconds, the kids went quite. The teacher jumped up, saying “you can’t do that” which broke the adult bug eyes and we all went into action helping the teacher. The girl is screaming that she doesn’t want to leave school, the teacher is remaining clam and saying sorry you have too… Amazingly the kids just all sat there, no laughing or anything.  It was all over in about one minute but what the hell?

I am still so dumbfounded. I can’t believe that happened. Sure does put the pee and poop down there on the “normal” range of a day I guess. I can’t help but think “thank god it wasn’t my kid”.  It sure is going to make school a little awkward tomorrow.

I said I was going to be sharing Sprinklings of my reality, and this was double chocolate sprinkles on a cupcake with a shot of moonshine kind of day signature

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Sprinklings: the “tunnel”

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So we have a tunnel in our home. Of course it’s not a real tunnel, but Kiddo has always called it her tunnel. It’s the space between the wall and the back of the sofa that was created when we added a sofa table using floating shelves.

When Kiddo was little she would crawl through the tunnel and we would chase her in and out of the tunnel. Now days she likes to go into her tunnel to have a quite moment, when she is sad or she is hiding because she is in trouble. She spends a little bit of time in her tunnel every day.

A few days ago, I decided it was time to vacuum under the sofa, so I moved it and was SHOCKED! HOLY HELL LOOK WHAT SHE DID!

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Was she channeling the Lascaux cave painters or something?  I am not even sure what to do about this. And so you don’t think I am totally oblivious to what is going on in my own home, this is what it looks like when sitting on the floor facing the tunnel

tunnel2You can’t see the drawings at all, they start about 3 feet into the “tunnel” and cover the entire back!

What do I do? I talked to her about it. Mainly asking why on earth she would do something like this and her answer: “Because I needed to make it beautiful” After explaining to her, that I do appreciate her need to make things beautiful (like me) but she couldn’t draw of the sofa. It’s unacceptable.

Today, I keep thinking of this moment, was this a moment that shows us her future self? Is she going to grow up to be an artist? Maybe a muralist? I can’t help be a little proud of her (DON’T TELL HER). She knows she wants to be surround by things that make her comfortable and beautiful, how can I be mad about that?

I am still p.o’ed about the back of the sofa. Does anyone have any sofa cleaning tips? I am pretty sure we (Kiddo included) are in for a long day of scrubbing. signature

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Sprinklings: making dollars, for real

First up, I actually intended to post this yesterday, I thought i did. So this morning when I saw that no one had read or commented I was shocked and saddened.  Then I realized I didn’t publish it…mommy brain- yes. Then maybe it was not mommy brain but the stomach flu that I discover I had two hours later while praying to the porcelain god. Being sick sucks. You know what sucks even more, trying not to barf on your 10 week old baby while you are nursing and realize you have to run to the loo. Pure awesome.

So here you have it, yesterdays post which is now todays…triple checking I pushed publish this time.

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Yep it was time kiddo has some chores around here. So two weeks ago we sat down and made a list of simple chores she needs to do daily to earn two dollars every week. Money motivation- YES! Plus we sweetened the deal. There are extra chores to earn more money.

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Never ones to actually have cash on hand I made these dollars (yes I guess we can add counterfeiter to my list of projects) that she can turn in when she earns enough for what ever item is important at the moment.  Pretty ingenious I think. Plus cute!

chores_blogI made a cute chat to print up once a week.  Kiddo is not a fan of sitting at the dining table to have dinner. And honestly we haven’t been doing it much lately, and I don’t like that. But with Hubby at school many nights and Sneaky B, it’s just fallen off the radar. So it’s time to bring it back. We decided that Friday nights are family movie night so “being American” is a must and that makes Kiddo happy. Now she can earn one more night of eating while watching a show with a random chore. So far- we haven’t “been American” on an extra night.

And you know what so far so good, she has earned her four dollars for the two weeks plus an extra dollar.  Who knew the girl likes to wash windows (aka the glass slider).

The plan is once she has done this for a bit, unacceptable behavior will cost her, literally.  Maybe sassing will be fifty cents, whining a quarter and drawing on the furniture (yes we have this issue- I will share another day) will cost her a dollar.

Now that the plan is in place I need to follow through. Those that know me know this is a weak point, but I need to change to stay sane. (OH that sounds like a future post). signature

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