Schooools out for Summer🎧

My son has his last day of kindergarten today. It’s bittersweet, as I’m sure most people with kids might feel the same.  I’m so excited for him, but I’m a bit sad he’s going to the next step and getting so big. I know the summer is going to zoom by us, so I’m going to try and make it as awesome as possible. This school year did go by fast for me. I can’t believe he will be going go to first grade this fall.

Through the toughness of adapting to school, all the trouble he caused, and changes he went through, he did it. I’m just as proud of him for completing kindergarten as I would be any grade.  At his little graduation ceremony before he even got over to his seat, the moment when I saw his cute little self in his tie walking over I already had teared up. I envisioned him as an 18-year-old finishing high school saying “later mom” in place of my peanut 6-year-old. He told me how he was so shy and embarrassed being in the front row with so many people watching. Yet, he did such a good job on all the songs and dance moves too!

As it comes to an end for the summer break, I’m left with mixed emotions that are even hard to put into words, so I’m just rambling. All the worrying, the anxiety and the stress of being away from him for basically the first time and almost daily, was worth it to see him grow. He’s so smart and learned so much (which I know duh – that’s the point of school).

I’ll have to remember that “I miss him and want him to come home” feeling I have when he’s home for the summer driving me crazy with his sisters ;).

Kindergarten and Glasses

It makes me sad I haven’t posted a blog in a while, but I don’t think anyone’s noticed lol. With my daughters birthday this month, then my birthday, then it was spring break from school, I have just been keeping busy. I’ve been trying to do more things with the kids while the weather had some beautiful days too.
Back to it. We recently found out my son has astigmatism in one of his eyes so he would need glasses. He did well for his eye exam which is so hard for a little kid to have to sit through and explain what they think is better; at least that’s how I feel after watching him. Yesterday, his glasses came in (if you see the picture attached). He was bummed when he first found out he would need them. He said he wouldn’t wear them, and he didn’t want people to say anything; he didn’t want to look funny. But I told him it’s still good to be different. Family and his friends will think they’re cool. That it doesn’t change him, they’re just like wearing sunglasses, and everyone likes sunglasses. Of corse, I told him about the cool people who wear them, including mom! 😉 I remember how I didn’t want to wear mine either. And yet now I will not take them off for anything. Now, I don’t like the way I look without them. So I know it’ll just hopefully take time. He picked out the pair he wanted (even though I so wanted to tell him to pick the ones that made him look like little Harry Potter!). He knows he needs them to see better, and they help, which he noticed when he put them on. It makes me sad though that at his age he already worries about what others think. Even if I tell my kids all the time how much we love them and how cute they are. How it doesn’t matter what others think as long as they like something and they’re happy. We try to reinforce we are here that’s all that matters. If kids say something mean and make them upset, they’re just jealous of how cool they are and maybe they don’t know how to express it and that it doesn’t mean anything. But, still.

He’s also been wanting to wear a little fauxhawk lately too – that he does himself if you took notice in one of the pictures. I try to fix it when he lets me, so it doesn’t look so much like he just didn’t want to brush his hair but, whatever makes him happy. He even got a good report on a reading testing they did. His teacher said he scored up to green, and that she isn’t sure how many others will be ready to do that. So, that was fantastic for him.

No matter how much you feel like you’re doing something wrong with kids, as long as they’re doing good, you must be.

Let’s talk about socks, baby

Seriously where do they go!? I know it’s a common incident for us laundry doers. Articles of clothing just disappear in the washer/dryer world. The tiny baby socks are the worst. Liana is down to like, maybe two good pairs again. Chayse asked me yesterday when he was getting dressed for school why he always has to wear different socks lately. Why mommy can’t seem to match them *eye roll*. It’s not my fault the dryer gets hungry, ya know? I’m convinced that with the guy ones, the socks just disintegrated themselves in there, on purpose. Guy socks are so stinky and gross (maybe not all but definitely what I’ve had to deal with) that the socks just don’t want to go through that anymore. So they fall apart and wash away with the dirt, to a better fresh scented life.

Once in a while, the washer feels sorry. You know how it leaves some money behind on occasion? Yeah. It’s to make us feel better. We didn’t “forget” to check pockets or anything. It’s just saying, here’s some money you didn’t know was in the pockets–save towards more socks ;).

But really, the picture attached is a pile of socks from my sons load I washed. They have all lost their mate. I have come across posts about the mysterious ways of the missing laundry. I even saw a video once showing how a sock can go down under inside this little flap part of the dryer, and so that’s my best lead so far. One day I’ll solve this case.

Do you miss things other than socks? Let me know below, or FB. And yes, I did make a whole blog post about my laundry.

Happy first day of March!

Diy Valentine’s crafts 

 I still am not feeling great from being sick all month with pneumonia. It’s been a long, painful, slow, bloodwork filled recovery. Now my girls are both getting sick with runny noses and are extra crabby, so there’s that.

But, with Valentine’s Day around the corner and having Chayse home from school because of snow and other things, we attempted some crafts. I am horrible at crafts. I like doing them, but I think my 5-year old has better skills. Let’s just say it’s hard to tell who cut what and who drew which when you look at both of our art.

I am also excited, more than him, that my son gets to bring in those cute little Valentine’s Day cards for his class this week. I love that stuff. But back to it, here is some of what we did today with the number next to it if it’s on the link at the bottom:

  • Turn your pencils into love arrows
  • Hand shaped heart cards(#9)
  • Heart stamp (#12)
  • Heart link chain (#15)
  • Lollipop flowers
  • Paper plate heart hats

We cut love bugs and drew other random things but I didn’t get a picture of those into the collage above. Well, not one that I’m willing to share as proof of my attempts! 🙂

Here’s the link below for some easy crafts. I choo-choo-choose you, to have fun!(Simpson’s reference if you caught that 😉 ). Let me know below or on FB if you try any.

http://m.huffpost.com/us/entry/easy-valentines-day-crafts-for-kids_n_6518196.html?ir=Good+News§ion=us_good-news&ncid=fcbklnkushpmg00000023

Kaylee’s Birth

kayleeSince my daughters birthday party is this weekend and her 3rd birthday is Monday, I figured this blog post will be about her. A birth story, if you will. 

Kaylee is the only child out of the three that was well, planned. I love all the kids the same but with her, I was just aware of my choice. Ready to do two kids. My pregnancy was pretty straightforward I’d say. She made me super nauseous, though. I never threw up, which I did with my son, so I wasn’t sure being nauseous 24.7 was any better. It was constant. They always told me it would get better towards the third trimester. No. It didn’t. I carried her all in the front like a little turned watermelon; see picture attached. You couldn’t tell I was pregnant from behind and when I turned, man the looks I would get.

It doesn’t help that every pregnancy I got those looks since I’m so petite and so short. I look 16. Strangers at work always had to chime in and ask me about my age, is it my first kid or not, just my life.

We made it to 38 weeks and by then I was so done. (My son had come on his own at 38 weeks so I was banking on her doing the same even though they’re always different.) At my appointment that week, my doctor told me I was okay to be induced the following Monday at 39 weeks. She had other plans a few days before that day could come, though. My contractions did start at home, but I didn’t even know they were contractions at the time. I just kept getting hot and annoyed and not able to sit still. I didn’t realize I was going into labor because there wasn’t “pain” it was more just uncomfortableness. As much as I wanted to have her I kept talking myself out of it saying it’s probably just her on a nerve, and I’m not in labor. Even after having one kid already the feelings, to me at least, are forgetful each time. It’s new levels, new pains each time. I couldn’t decide if I even wanted to call the doctor again or go down if I was in labor because I wasn’t in pain like I was expecting to be. After going back and forth trying to decide while on the phone with my mom for about an hour, I finally called and went in to be checked. It was good that I did because by the time I got outside the hospital the pain side of the contractions started and I was sure then. I remember saying the pain was too intense. I was begging for the epidural saying I couldn’t do it, and I wanted to give up before it was anywhere near time to push even.

After I had received the epidural, things got better obviously. Then somewhere towards the end, I started getting faint. I kept feeling like I was going to pass out because luckily I usually know when I’m going to pass out every time ahead of time, I don’t know why. Then, sure enough, I started passing out. All I remember is a noise was going off because something was happening and a ton of nurses came in. At first, I was like oh great more people to see me and look at me. Which I didn’t want I barely wanted my mom or husband near me. Then I remembered wait; something is wrong, and that flew away. My doctor came in and told me the baby is in distress and we had to try to push her out. Here I am passing out and terrified trying to keep myself up. I just kept thinking focus her heart rate is dropping get her out now. I was overwhelmed with worry that she wasn’t going to be okay. I don’t know but when you need to do something like that fast you just magically do it. I pushed with every bit I could. Even though I had no feeling in my lower half, so I didn’t even know if it was enough. Sure enough, January 18th at 9:34 pm she came out.

He picked her up and out and I remember this image to this day: my baby in the arms of my doctor and he was pumping her little chest with his two fingers, and she was blue. She wasn’t crying she was just there. Like a little blueberry muffin. I started bawling because my first thought after all that was what happened, Did I not do it fast enough? Why isn’t she crying? What’s happening to my little girl? That whole moment with her being blue and the doctor only lasted about 6 seconds, but it felt like an hour at the least to me. My husband and mother were in the back of the room too because everyone came in and kind of took over, so they didn’t even have to see what I did.  He plopped her on me after and she was okay. She started crying, moving. So I was okay. That image will always stay with me and choke me up. From home to delivery she came in 6 hours. She was 7 pounds 7 ounces. It wasn’t a super long endured labor by any means. But sure an experience to remember.

As days and weeks passed we learned she had allergies. She switched her formula about 3 or 4 times until we got on a special one that worked. She barely ever ate any baby foods. My poor girl was always picky and wanted the things she just couldn’t have. When she was 1, we found out she’s allergic to milk, eggs, peanuts, all tree nuts, seeds, dust mites and animal dander. I even had to make her a separate allergy free cake for her birthdays. She has an epi-pen even, and it’s a learning process. It’s not easy finding things she’ll eat without an egg or milk ingredient over the years. I’m starting to think even to this day she’s bound to turn into a little chicken nugget any moment since it’s all she eats. She has awful eczema. She also has stomach issues and can’t exactly go to the bathroom without help from medicine. So she’s got a lot going on for a tiny little perfect human.

Sometimes I cave for her way more. Everyone says I baby her too much or she gets away with more and I shouldn’t. I can’t help it, or don’t want to. To me, I want her to be able to get whatever little things she wants and make her happy. I think it’s because she just has so much to deal with and pick around already that to me she needs it. I don’t think it has anything to do with her being my first mommy’s girl or planned or anything along those lines. It’s just about making her happiest. If she’s spoiled or a brat when she’s older well sorry right now, I don’t care. I mean she still has her manners and can play nice and all that. I’m content with how I’m doing it while she is still small. She’s only turning three after all.

Holiday Traditions

I am so glad the weekend is approaching. Normally weekends mean nothing to me because I work so they aren’t days off but, this time, I’m happy. This week at drop off for school in the mornings has been a sucky one. I have also really been slacking on my blog lately. I wanted to post every week or more, but with the holidays, I just can’t find a minute. I work in retail also, so the holiday craze and longer shifts haven’t been fun, but I should be used to it by now.

It’s pretty stinkin’ foggy today as you can see from the picture I attached at the top, which is my backyard.. and it soo matches my mood after the night I had with all three kids.

Anyway, my son asked me yesterday about what traditions we do at home for the holidays since they’re learning about them at school. I realized one of them had become going to see Christmas lights every year. This past weekend we went with some friends to that place around here that has a park all lit up with holiday lights. You can drive through it or park and walk, but not many do it since it gets so cold once it’s dark. We got out for a little, and the kids have a blast like always. My almost 3-year-old had a malfunction on a slippery leafy hill, but we rescued her. It’s just peaceful and pretty driving through lights. To me it’s a similar feeling of calm when you’re at the beach and just looking out into the water, (but I would still be far enough away to not have my little self float away 😉 ) worry free for a while. It’s nice to have something to do around this time of year once it gets colder and it becomes night.


I had also gone recently with my sister and grandmother to the hospital for a memorial tree lighting service they do every year for those who have passed away there that year. My grandfather who passed in March was a part of it. We went down and the kids met Santa and they sing and then they light up the hospital and the tree.

I usually love this time of year, and I still do, I just think while it’s happening you get lost in the chaos and you forget to enjoy it. I know I am guilty of doing it. Then once it passes, I think about how I want it to be Christmas time again.

So tell me, what Holiday traditions do you do every year; if any?

Thanksgiving Crafts!

I don’t think I will be squeezing out a better blog post until next week with the holiday loaded work schedule I have coming up. So, this quick little craft post should suffice. This past weekend we had to do a ‘turkey in disguise’ project with Chayse, our son. I think we are going to get more crafts done this week, so I started googling different cute ideas that were simple, and fun for them. I saved this one that I love this one from the list off of parenting.com (which is number 20, if you click through for a photo on the link I will share below).

Easy Turkey Pinecone Craft for Kids

  1. Cut a small diamond out of yellow construction paper and fold in half to create the beak.
  2. Cut a wattle (rectangle with a heart shape at one end) out of red construction paper.
  3. Glue beak, wattle and google eyes to pinecone.
  4. Twist dark pipe cleaner around pinecone base and poke into orange.
  5. Glue fall leaves to opposite side of orange to create tail feathers. (Or trace your child’s hand on two different color sheets of construction paper. Cut out and glue them together, overlapping.)
  6. Glue two acorn caps to bottom for feet.

I also love number 2.. check out the website below for the list

http://www.parenting.com/gallery/thanksgiving-crafts-ideas?page=0

Let me know if you do anything fun or creative this week with the holiday creeping up!