January 30, 2013

Weight-loss Tips from a Lazy Momma!

By Katie
Introduced by Amy

Katie and I met at church, and I got to know her better when I was called to be her visiting teacher (where women go to each other's homes so everyone gets visited, helped, and loved.)  Katie is soft-spoken and kind.  She was so great to talk to, because she was so sincere.  I loved her relationship with her daughter.  I wish I could have spent more time getting to know her, because she moved soon after, but we stayed friends on facebook.  She started telling about her weight-loss goals, and I was SO impressed!  She graciously agreed to tell her story!  This girl is strong and has come a long way.  I am SO proud of her for taking charge of her health, rather than becoming a victim to it!

Enjoy Katie's story and be inspired!  


First of all, I am not a fitness expert. Not even close. I am just a mom, who found herself overweight and unhappy and decided to make some changes. I am also not sponsored in any way—this is just my story, and some tips I’ve learned that might help you, too.


Before  (August 2012)
You’ll probably assume that, like many moms, I’m trying to lose the baby weight. But the truth is, I’m losing the pre-baby weight. Between getting married and getting pregnant, I gained 40 pounds in less than 2 years. I am 5’6” and at my heaviest was about 180 pounds. I also have a short torso and carry my weight in my stomach. This male-pattern obesity is higher risk for long-term health problems. In November 2009 I was diagnosed with insulin resistance (pre-diabetes). In 2011, after I finished breastfeeding my daughter, I took my doctor’s advice and joined MyFitnessPal.com, which is a calorie counting website and mobile app. I had good success for a couple months and lost about 15 pounds. Then I let life get in the way, stopped counting calories and gained back to 175.

In September 2012 my daughter turned 2 and I knew I needed to get on track and lose the weight. We started talking about having another baby, and I knew I needed to be healthier first. When we were trying to conceive our daughter I struggled with infertility because of my weight, and I didn’t want to go through that again.


I got back on My Fitness Pal on September 16, 2012, and I have tracked my food (and occasional exercise) every day since. In 4 months I have lost 31 pounds and counting. I have gone from size 12 jeans to size 6, and have lost a total of 24 inches comparing these measurements:


Pecs (above the bust)

Bust/chest (fullest part of the bust)

Ribs (bra strap, under the bust)

Waist (narrowest point, above navel)

Abdomen (belly pooch, just under navel for me)

Hips (fullest part of the butt)

Left/right upper thigh (just below the butt cheek)

Left/right lower thigh (2 inches above the kneecap)

Left/right calf (at fullest point)

Left/right upper arm (3 inches from armpit)

My advice is simple. I have no secrets. I am not paleo or veggie or South Beach or hCG. Weight loss does not require expensive trainers or programs. It simply requires self-control and moderation. I don’t assume that my advice will work for everyone, in every situation, but this is what has helped me and I hope something here will benefit you.

·      Set realistic, short-term goals. My first attempt at weight loss failed in part because I only set a long-term goal. I wanted to lose 50 pounds in a year. A year was a long time away when those Oreos were staring me in the face. Setting and achieving short-term goals will give you the momentum to keep going! Realistic weight loss is an average of 1-2 pounds a week.



·      Reward yourself. I have had great success by setting up a reward system. I decided to pay myself $5/pound, which I could use for clothes once I met my goal. This satisfied my need for instant gratification, and I kept my money in a glass jar on the fridge as a great visual of my progress. I also drew a chart showing my weight loss and money earned. I have it up on the fridge door and it’s an excellent reminder!



During my weight-loss path...
·       Drink your water! Drinking enough water helps prevent water retention. It is also the simplest detox. It really helps flush your system. You need at least 64 ounces of water daily, and you should work toward drinking half your body weight in ounces. I am 144 pounds, so I should try for 72 ounces of water daily. I drink and refill my 20 oz bottle throughout the day. On a good day I drink 20 oz when I wake up, 20 oz at lunchtime, 20 oz in the afternoon, and 20 oz with dinner. I don’t chug it, but keep drinking on my bottle until I’ve finished, then refill and stick it back in the fridge.


·      Eat homemade. Most restaurant food and processed, packaged meals are excessively high in calories and sodium. Cook at home and control exactly what you’re eating.


·      Make sustainable changes to your diet. The truth is that almost any diet will help you lose weight. But in my opinion if you choose an extreme diet (i.e. meal replacement, pills/supplements, juice fasts), you will not learn how to eat healthy and are more likely to regain the weight. This is why I really believe in food diaries/calorie counting. Make gradual changes to your current diet, and you will make natural improvements and learn to eat healthy for a lifetime.


·      Keep a food diary. You don’t need to jump into a strict calorie goal immediately, just start by recording everything you eat. I highly recommend MyFitnessPal.com for this, but there are many other websites as well. Or you can simply write it in a notebook! Record your food and calories. Use measuring cups or a kitchen scale to learn correct portions. Work on proper portions and cutting out junk food. This happened naturally for me because I hate “wasting” my calories on junky snacks! Gradually cut down your calorie intake. A great thing about My Fitness Pal is that it will calculate a calorie goal for you based on height, weight, age and activity level.


·      Treat yourself. You don’t need to completely eliminate your favorites, but a treat should be just that—a treat! Allowing your favorites in moderation helps prevent you from feeling deprived and abandoning your diet.


·      Take it one day at a time. Keep a positive attitude, and don’t let one moment’s splurge throw you off track. If you have a bad day, and give in to emotional eating, don’t give up! What really matters is what you do next. Instead of beating yourself up, and giving in to further emotional eating, move on! Start fresh and strive to do better. [insert pic, don’t give up]


·      Find “IT” – your personal drive and motivation. We all want to look good and feel good, but if that were enough, we’d all be fit! So find that something extra that will push you to make a change! If it’s nothing obvious, try writing a list of why you want to lose weight. Writing helps organize your thoughts and feelings, and you’re likely to learn something about yourself.


·      Find a support group for accountability and encouragement. This is huge! I am a member of an online parenting forum and found a group of moms trying to lose 25 pounds or more. I joined in and have gotten great support and advice. I also decided to post my weight loss goals and progress on Facebook. I have received so much love and support from family and friends, and I’ve been able to inspire others to try for their own fitness goals.



After!

If I can do it, you can do it too. I mean that wholeheartedly. I am not a personal trainer or a health nut. I love sweets and junk and hate exercise. I am lazy and already overwhelmed with my 2-year-old. But I decided that I deserve to be healthy. I slowly made changes to my diet. I established small habits every day that have added up to a huge improvement in my health. No more excuses! Make a change today!

What has helped you to get healthy and lose weight?  What is your "IT"?

Meet Katie!


My name is Katie, I am a wife of 5 years and mom to a beautiful 2-year-old girl. I have a bachelor’s degree in Accounting and I’m a stay-at-home mom. 

Motherhood has been a challenging adjustment for me, but I love my little family and am grateful for the opportunity to stay home! If I had spare time for hobbies, I love to read and swim. I am a renter dreaming of owning a home. I love cloth diapering, but I’m not a hippy. I am a laid-back and lazy mom, and the best part is that most of the time, things just work out! My best advice comes from my big brother, who taught me to be like the duck, and let it roll off your back.

Check out Katie's SOM Post: "Weight-loss Tips From a Lazy Momma!"

Meet Kasie!

Hello Ladies! I’m Kasie! I’m wife of one handsome man, Scott, and have been for almost 8 years! I’m momma to two on-the-go little guys, Payton (3) and Emment (1 ½). Our family currently lives in Sunny California. I grew up in the great Potato state of Idaho! I loved every minute of growing up there and miss it dearly at times… although not the below-freezing-temperature times. My whole family still resides there so I’m lucky enough to get to visit frequently and see their lovely faces along with my lovely friends.
My current occupation: Stay-at-home-mommy! I love it and I couldn’t ask for a better job! I’m thankful that I have that privilege to be at home with these two wild munchkins. This little family of mine is my whole world! My hubby, Scott, and I met at Brigham Young University (BYU). He robbed the cradle. I was 19 and had only 2 semesters of school under my belt and he was 24. I knew he was the one, so when ya know… ya know and we were married after a mere 5 months of dating!!
When I’m not doing mommy duty I enjoy movies, eating FroYo, shopping and decorating cakes! I took some cake decorating classes last year (another resolution) and found that it has become a real passion of mine! I enjoy making special cakes for my family’s birthdays and even got to make my FIRST wedding cake for my sister’s wedding in December!



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January 28, 2013

Workin' On My Fitness...Mommy Style!


By Kasie
Introduced by Amy

Kasie moved into my neighborhood when we were in high school.  She was shy at first, but as I got to know her, I realized how cool and nice she was!  We went to church together; our sunday school class always got in trouble for talking, we just had a lot of fun!  

Kasie is the oldest in a big family; that's probably why she is such a great mom.  I'm super excited for her to tell her "getting in shape" story...I was stoked for her when she told about her progress on facebook, and knew we had to hear the whole saga!  And, ladies, just so you know, before you read her post and freak out when you see her "after" size, keep in mind that she is naturally very petite so this is a healthy size for her frame.  I don't want you to think she's some 5'8" girl who got down to such a small size...cause that would be craziness!  Ha..

Anyway, it isn't easy to change lifestyle habits to be healthier, so I'm proud of her for all she's accomplished!  You Rock, Kasie!

My fellow SOM Ladies, I hope you are just as inspired as I am!  And now, I'm gonna go eat some cucumbers...

-Amy


Before...after two kiddios.
Let me just start off by saying I strongly dislike working outAlways have and probably always will. But after having two kids and seeing how much my body changed I knew I needed to somehow make exercising fit into my life and make it enjoyable for me. Did I know how to do this? NO!!! 

In January 2012 I made it my resolution to get into shape but I didn’t know where to start. I tried walking on the treadmill at night after I put my little men to bed but quickly learned that wasn’t going to work. It lasted probably 3 days and I lost the motivation to even try.  

Fast forward to April 2012; No set workout routine in place and still feeling pretty crummy about my appearance and my TOTAL lack of self-control in the food department and eating whatever I wanted. One day a good friend posted on Facebook that she wanted to start a weight loss challenge group. I was intrigued… a little friendly competition might just be the nudge I needed to get my booty into gear and back in shape. 

When I was pregnant with my second...I was HUGE.



The Specifics: The whole challenge was based off points we could earn each week. We had a nice score chart to help us keep track. Points were earned for the following: 

·       Weight loss/Weekly weigh in

·       Cardio minutes

·       Strength exercises

·       8 cups of water

·       7+ hours of sleep

·       Staying within calorie range

·       Weekly Challenge

In order to start each gal had to find her healthy calorie range for weight loss. We used this website http://freedieting.com/tools/calorie_calculator.htm to help us calculate our individual ranges based off our age, height, weight, etc. My range was between 1100 and 1323 calories a day. If I wanted to lose weight I needed to stay within this range… and this ladies was the hardest part! I’m not going to lie… keeping track of calories stinks and in doing so I saw how bad my eating habits really were. I know I was well, VERY WELL, beyond that range in my everyday eating. I should also mention I have a major sweet tooth and need some sort of chocolatey goodness each day; this was going to be tough! But I knew I needed to change my eating habits and get a good exercise routine in place so that I felt better about myself.

Week 1: The worst week of my life! It was hard from day one! Getting up that morning and realizing I couldn’t just eat what I wanted for breakfast was rough! Having to look at all the labels for calories and serving sizes before beginning to fix any meal was rough!  It was all going to be ROUGH! I honestly didn’t know if I was going to last with this whole eating-within-my-calorie-range thing. Why oh why couldn’t I have the body I did back in high school… one that was naturally fit with little to no effort and I was able to eat anything and everything I wanted!?!? And why can’t post-partum bodies just shrink back to the good ole’ pre-pregnancy size right after child birth? 

That was only part of it… I needed to figure out a way I was going to fit in my cardio and strength training exercises WHILE taking care of two little munchkins during the day… because remember the whole treadmill thing at night wasn’t going to happen. Well the weather happened to be getting warmer and I had a double stroller so taking a walk outside seemed to be the solution. Now what time of the day should I try to take this walk? Between morning naps, bottle feedings for the baby, meal times for my toddler, afternoon naps and various other things going on day- to-day this wasn’t going to be simple. When would I be able to get ready for the day? Would my kids behave while we went for these walks? 

We started off small and went for a short 1 mile walk the first couple of day then increased it to 2 miles the next few days and the kids actually did very well! We first went in the afternoon after both kids had their naps and that worked okay but I didn’t like being sweaty and having to get re-ready or wait till that late in the afternoon to begin getting ready. So we tried the morning right after breakfast and it happened to be perfect! My littlest one took his morning nap on our walk and my toddler enjoyed part of his breakfast on the go. This became our routine. But I didn’t feel like 2 miles was enough so one day we just up and went for a 4 mile walk and that’s when I felt like I had my FIRST really great walk!

This became our routine for the next 8 weeks and so on once the challenge ended. Running is not my thing; never has been never will be. I always thought running was the only way to really burn calories until I started seeing my results. I think pushing a double stroller with a 20lb baby and 30lb toddler helped. That first week with walking 2 miles a day, drinking my water, sleeping , counting my calories and so forth… I lost 5lbs!! I was ECSTATIC!! I couldn’t believe how good I felt in just that first week and I was excited for the following weeks to come!

Each week I saw consistent weight loss and people around me saw it too! At the end of 10 weeks I had lost 17lbs! I dropped from a size 7 in pants to a size 0!  Holy moly I felt good! 3 weeks later my friend and I did a 6 week challenge with a new group and my goal was to maintain my new weight. That was a little easier because my calorie range increased from 1500-1700 calories a day and my walking routine was in place. 
 

Maintaining has been a challenge… I’m not going to lie. There are times I just want to eat like everyone else and days where I don’t want to walk. I completely forgot about either of those during the month of December! I was a major slacker! But with this New Year my resolution is to maintain my weight and continue to take care of myself. Maintaining for me is eating within my calorie range, walking with my kids, making sure I get plenty of sleep (which is hard at times because I’m a night owl), but also allowing myself a free day each week where I can enjoy any and every thing I want! You have to reward yourself! My reward is FroYo and on occasion a new piece of clothing!


After!

Once I became a mom I thought I would never have my pre-pregnancy figure back… EVER! I was fine with that because my boys are worth it, but I needed the reminder that while I was taking care of my boys I needed to make sure I was taking care of myself. It seemed there was never enough time to do that… but believe me ladies… there is time! I’m grateful that I was able to participate in a group challenge to get me going. 

I can say I feel one thousand times better now that I make sure I’m taken care of too! Inside and out!

January 25, 2013

Adoption--My Story

By Kayla
Introduced by Amy

I met Kayla when we lived in the same apartment complex, when Patrick and I were newlyweds. Kayla is smart (I mean, come on, she's got a bachelor's degree in physics!) and kind. When my husband and I were about to move out of the complex, she offered to help me clean for my check-out (a super anal white-glove...yuck). I was really overwhelmed about getting packed and everything cleaned in time for our scheduled check-out, because of course, I had procrastinated. I took her up on that offer and we spent an afternoon telling stories while scrubbing the bathroom! We had a lot of fun, and let me tell you, I have never seen a shinier tub!
-Amy


Have you ever been listening to the radio when one of those LDS Family Services ads comes on? I heard one just today on my walk. “Adoption: it’s about love.” There are many types of love, but have you ever thought about why you might love your family? Sure, I know sometimes they can annoy the snot out of you, but you love them anyway. Is it because you’re blood? Or is it something more?

With my husband
My name is Kayla and I’m adopted. I can tell you that it’s not about blood; it’s about the bonds and memories you make together as a family.

I know that most people don’t really know much about adoption. Most people don’t think too much about it unless it’s staring them in the face. Adoption can be a hard thing for everyone involved, but it can also be one of the greatest things ever.

When people find out I’m adopted, the same questions immediately come out of their mouths. “How old were you?” “Do you know your real parents?” “Are you and your sister real sisters?” “Did you know you were adopted?” Some questions got pretty personal, but luckily I’m not shy about myself or I suppose I could have been pretty offended. By the way, if there are any questions I haven’t covered by the time I’m done, feel free to ask.

A few things I think I should clarify first. My “real” parents are Mom and Dad, the people who raised me. I will refer to them as Mom and Dad. I will refer to my biological parents by their names, Jamie and Mitch, which I have changed to protect their privacy. Likewise, my “real” sister Megan is the one I was raised with. She is not blood related to me, and if you’d seen pictures of us as kids, you wouldn’t have been surprised.
I’m the brunette. And, I should mention, I’m 16 in this picture, whereas she’s 12 and almost as tall as me. How different could two sisters look?

This story starts when my parents got married and found out pretty early on that they were being faced with something horrible: infertility. They met on a blind date when her best friend set her up with her date’s best friend. Dad had just barely gotten off his church mission in Panama and Costa Rica. Mom was a senior in high school. They were married by the end of the year. Fast forward about 5 years. Dad had earned his degrees in accounting and was working for a firm in Seattle. They had both given up hope of conceiving a child on their own and had started filling out adoption papers.

During this time, Jamie and Mitch were dating. They had gone to the same high school, were both honor students and sang in the choir. It wasn’t until after Jamie graduated and went to college to study opera that she and Mitch began to date. And, as sometimes happens, they messed up. Things weren’t going very good at the time and they were made worse when Jamie had to tell Mitch she was pregnant. At first, he was happy and told her they’d get married and raise the baby together. A few days later, he came to her and told her he didn’t love her. So she decided to give me up for adoption.

One day, when Dad was at work, he mentioned to a coworker that they had just gotten adoption papers. The coworker told him that he knew a girl in his ward (congregation) who was looking for a family to give her baby to. My parents met her and liked each other and agreed that this was the best place for me to go. From then on, Jamie was very sweet in letting Mom and Dad know how her appointments went. On the day I was born, she called my parents and said, “Your daughter is here!”

I can’t comment on how hard it must have been for her to give me up. I also can’t comment on the feelings that my parents had while they were waiting for the Lord’s plan to allow them children. As a couple dealing with infertility ourselves, I can imagine the pain and heartache they went through, but I can’t speak for them in this regard.

Once the adoption was finalized, my parents took me to the temple to be sealed to them for time and all eternity. Basically translated, we believe that because they did this, I will be their daughter in the hereafter even though they are not the ones who gave birth to me. I firmly believe that I was meant to be in their family even though I didn’t get there the conventional way.

To answer some of those questions I mentioned earlier, yes, I knew I was adopted my whole life because we celebrated the day I got sealed to them every year (it became the day I married my sweetheart in the same temple, but that’s another story). I never felt unloved or weird because of it; in fact, I would say I felt more loved and wanted than the average kid because of it. I didn’t know either Jamie or Mitch growing up and wasn’t allowed to until I was 18. When that happened, I met her, but not him. Suffice it to say that he is not someone I would want in my life and telling Jamie that he didn’t love her is just the tip of the scumbag iceberg. Jamie got married in the temple to a really nice guy and ended up having 3 kids with him. Through Facebook, I keep in touch with Jamie, her kids and some of her other family.

The really funny thing about all this is that I am surrounded by adoption stories, not just from me, but also from my family. My little sister was also adopted. One set of adopted cousins are half-brother and sister; their birth mom sought out my aunt and uncle when she found out she was having another baby. Another cousin was adopted, and then my aunt and uncle found out they were pregnant. One cousin was from my aunt’s previous marriage, but we still love him like family. And there’s a good chance that Josh and I may have to adopt. We are now going through testing to see if we can have our own children and if not, see how soon we can adopt a child of our own. Either way, we will love that child whether or not we share DNA. That’s why I love the commercial I heard this morning, because adoption is about love.

And now for some pictures!
The day I met my birth mom Jamie. See the resemblance?
My family! Isn’t it funny how much Megan and I look like Mom and Dad?
Thanks for reading. Do you have a questions for me about my story or about adoption? Please don’t hesitate to ask. And, are you adopted? What's your story?

Meet Kayla!

I'm Kayla!  I live in San Antonio with my husband Josh while he is getting his master's in Healthcare Administration. I received a bachelor's degree in physics from BYU-Idaho and absolutely LOVE astronomy. By day, I'm a substitute teacher in math and science and a private tutor. By night, I'm a house-cleaning, Pinterest-pinning, food-cooking, violin-playing, craft-doing, book-devouring super-hero.
 
I grew up everywhere. I've lived in the Seattle area, Tucson, AZ, Iowa, Oshkosh WI (yes, THAT Oshkosh, B'Gosh!!), Boise, Austin and now San Antonio. Who knows where else I may end up?
I was recently diagnosed with Polycystic Ovary Syndrome (PCOS) and am working to overcome that so we can have kids of our own. We also got adoption papers just in case. :-) I can't wait to be a mommy and love reading others' experiences with their children.
Read Kayla's SOM post: Adoption--My Story

January 23, 2013

Moms, HELP!

Ok, moms, I need your experience and expertise.  Here's the dilemma: my cute 10-month-old son, Hayden, whom I adore, never wants to be put down.  

He has always been a little clingy, but it has gotten worse in the past 4 months.  I am trying to figure out how to get him to play with toys and explore with out having to be constantly entertained.  He is crawling now, and that has been a bit of a relief, but still, he cries a lot to be picked up.  This summer, while we lived with my husband's family for a few months, Hayden would happily lay on a playmat with toys hanging above for 20-30 minutes at a time. Of course, while we stayed with them, he always got lots of attention and there was always interesting things going on to watch with so many people around.  

Then we moved to our own place in the fall.  Now he is just with me all day while his daddy is at school and he is going bananas.  He's not the only one...ha!  And, currently, two minutes is the norm for independent play.  I enjoy talking to him, listening to music and dancing with him, and reading him books, but I don't think it's good for him to be entertained at all times.  Plus, I don't have the time.  I have dishes to do and the house to pick up, and he is too heavy to carry around.  It really got to a bad point after Christmas.  I wrote about it a couple weeks back:

"Due to getting sick several times and spending lots of time with adoring family, my baber had been held constantly for the past few weeks.  By the time we had visited both sides of the family and got back to our own humble abode, he came to the conclusion that he was the king of the castle and expected to never be put down.

That was obviously not going to fly. 

I read from a baby book I like (The Baby Whisperer Solves all your Problems) and the author said, "When parents tell me their child of six to nine months cries to be picked up after five or ten minutes of activity, I say, "Well, don't pick her up."  Otherwise, you're teaching her that when I make this noise, Mum picks me up...Instead of rushing to pick her up, sit down next to her and reassure her, "Hey, hey, it's ok.  I'm right here.  You can play on your own." Distract her with a squeaky toy or a jack-in-the-box."  

She then explains in the next section about nine to twelve month babies, "When a mother tells me, "He won't play on his own" or "He makes me sit with him, and I can't get my housework done" I immediately suspect a case of accidental parenting that probably started months earlier.  Baby cried, Mom picked him up immediately instead of encouraging him to play on his own."   

Now, from when Hayden was tiny, I would give him play time on a blanket.  But as he got a little older, it became very apparent that this babe was a social kid.  He wanted everyone's attention.  Then, a few months later, he started demanding it, with high pitched screams or by bawling.  

Now, I love that he smiles and flirts--I mean, come on, it is SO charming--but constant attention just isn't possible.  Plus I know that discovering and exploring on their own is how babies learn. To quote again from her book, "...As you gradually increase your child's independent playtime, you are also honing his emotional skills--his ability to amuse himself, to explore without fear and to experiment."  

At home alone with my baber, I had given up and given in too many times.  Most of the day, I was toting him around or sitting with him in my lap trying to get him to play.  It was too sad and hard for me to not pick him up when he wanted my attention (which was becoming all the time).  I was frazzled and frustrated trying to keep him happy, and his nap times were a frantic race to shower, read my scriptures, pick up the house, do the dishes, and eat a meal for myself.  I knew, for both of our sakes, something had to give.

So, after New Years, back at our own home, Patrick and I read the Baby Whisperer's advice and decided to give it a go.

We spent several days sitting next to our baber, talking in cheery voices, trying to distract him with books and toys--while he screamed on the living room carpet.  And we never picked him up during play time.  

It was not going too well.  I was forcing myself to smile and talk in a happy voice while he fumed.   

And…He was FURIOUS.


Momma, pick me up?


Please?


Fine.  I'll just throw a fit.  WAHHH...PICK ME UP.
Did it work?
NO?!  WAHHHHHHH...MISERY!

We took turns to keep our sanity, and the poor babe (and parents) had a miserable two days.  However, we noticed little improvements, and the third day, he was finally getting the point!  He is playing better as long as we stay close to him.  We still have a long way, but things are looking up!


Fast forward a few weeks, and we are still trying not to give in when he screams at us, but pay plenty of attention when he is happy.  It has been nice that he can crawl around.  I'm actually happy when he gts into things...like, hallelujah, he's doing something besides crying and pulling on me!  So, there's been improvement, but he is still fussing alot.

Ok, MOMS!  I need your wisdom!  How do you help your babes be able to play independently?  What activities/toys/places did they love?  Is it just a personality thing and some babes are just more clingy?  And, if you had a super needy-for-attention baby, did they stay that way as they got older or was it something they grew out of?  

I would love to hear your comments! 

 UPDATE: Thank you SO much for all your ideas and encouragement!  Hayden is doing MUCH better.  He is still a very social kiddio, and wants lots of attention, but now he will actually stay occupied for five to ten minutes at a time with books or pots and pans so that I can do the dishes or make dinner!  It's a miracle!  Crawling, and now walking have brought him endless possibilities for getting around and getting in to things...and I'm grateful for that! :)    

January 16, 2013

Fancy-But-Easy Cartoon Birthday Cake!

By Laura
Introduced by Amy

Laura is my oldest sister and we shared a room growing up.  Because of that, she deserves an medal.  Seriously, I was a slobby little hoarder (I collected...everything.) and I coughed from asthma all through the night--yet she still loved and spoiled me.  

Laura is my hero for how calm and patient she is in her home.  I've never really seen her lose her temper at her kids; she's probably even pleasant when she yells at them (if she ever yells...she would probably tell you she does, though I've never seen it...haha)  She is talented and smart, and though she wouldn't sing a solo for a hundred bucks (too shy), she basically has perfect pitch and can sing any harmony part.  And she rocks Irish Dance...another hidden talent!  (She probably wants to kill me now! Ha!)  I love talking to her, laughing with her, and getting her advice about raising kids, because I want to be a loving mom like her when I grow up!  

-Amy  


Making cute birthday cakes for my kids has been a real stresser.   I always get really excited to decorate a cute cake and then half way through when the kids start fighting, the frosting starts melting because I am not the fastest decorator, then I get so mad because I want to do something that is for ME to work on a creative skill ONCE A YEAR and it turns into the worst part of my kid's birthday instead of the most enjoyable one. Until a week ago! 

I saw on a cooking show how to make really cute detailed frosting pictures that you make beforehand, freeze, then toss it onto a frosted cake for a professional looking cake! 

Get a coloring book page of your kid's favorite character (or you can print almost any character online of a coloring page for free). 

Tape it to a cookie sheet. 

Tape a piece of wax paper over the page so that you can see the character through the wax paper. 

Pipe frosting using a small tip to "trace" over the outlines. 

Freeze until hard. 

Then spread your coloring frosting over the picture in between the outline. 

You know, like you are coloring it with frosting. 

Then freeze again. 

To make thicker and more sturdy, put a final layer of frosting over the whole thing then freeze again. 

When frozen, slowly and carefully peel the wax paper off and flip it over and walaah! A masterpiece that will get tons of compliments that only took 15 minutes! 

-Laura

January 14, 2013

Seriously? Enjoy Every Minute? (I hope you're not dissapointed in me.)


By Amy
I wrote this a few days ago.  Don't worry, I feel much happier now!  Please don't stop reading before the end, cause the ending is happy, I PROMISE!  :)


You know those elderly ladies at church who see you with your baby and tell you with a wistful smile, “Be sure to love every minute!”  I wonder about that.  I know they are missing their own children, but still I wonder…really?  Is that even is possible?  Or is there something wrong with me that there are minutes (or longer…) that I really don’t love? 

Some may be disappointed in me when they read post, but I started out in this blog wanting to be very honest, especially about things that we all deal with...I hope that even in our struggles, we can lift each other! 

Well, here goes: There are days when I have a hard time being a mom.  I struggled a lot (like, A LOT.) when I first had Hayden, but slowly over time, the bad days outnumbered the good, and now the bad days are more like a bad half-a-day every couple of weeks. 
But today was one of the bad days.  I don’t mean a day when things go wrong, cause pretty much every day there is a blow-out, food flung, being late to an appointment, or a cranky baby, etc, …I am talking about the day when it gets to you.  Emotionally and spiritually.  Days when I have thoughts like, “This is really crappy.”  And “I really stink at this.” 


For a few days, things had been pretty rough.  Finally, Hayden got over the stomach flu (…some bad puking—twice in the car—and diarrhea…) right in time for me to get it.  My sweet husband took over baby duty that night after he heard me ralfing into the toilet (He informed me I sounded like a dragon…even in my miserable state, that was pretty dang funny) and I slept till morning.  

The morning brought a super cranky baby and I still felt awful.  He also wasn’t eating-I guess he didn’t have much of an appetite from having the stomach flu.  So I was worrying about that.  But at lunchtime, hallelujah-- Hayden FINALLY ate something!  

Then-- suddenly...he pukes.  Like a fountain.  And it just…kept…coming.  As it happened, I thought of how long it had taken to get even 3 ounces of food down him, and I almost swore (I don't cuss, so that it a big deal.)  Poor babe.  He looked so miserable.  I unbuckled his booster-style high chair from the chair underneath, and carried everything, babe and all, and set it into the tub.  Patrick (my night in shining armor...THANK GOODNESS this happened while he was home) hosed baber, his clothes and the high chair down after which I took baber into his room to dry him off and put on his third set of clothes for the day.  It was nasty and smelly and I still didn’t feel fabulous, so I was concentrating on controlling my stomach.


Amidst all of this, I thought about my experience from the previous week--I thought for a few days that I was pregnant, but it was a false alarm.  As I pulled dry clothes on him, trying to comfort him as he cried, I noticed the familiar dull ache of cramps when I am on my period, and relief washed over me.  I thought, “I'm glad I am not pregnant.”  And then came the whole avalanche of guilty thoughts intermixed with more guilt-causing thoughts: “What is wrong with you?  You love your son.  You know how many women are longing to have children? “ then, “But, can’t I just adopt three-year-olds?  I like kids a lot!  Babies are just so hard!”  Then, “Good grief, you probably will be unhappy with each stage he reaches.”   

Discouragement.  Self-Doubt and deep guilt for how I should be such a better mom and how I should “love every minute”.  Well, covered in puke, feeling overwhelmed and discouraged, I thought defiantly, "I DON’T love this minute.  This is really hard."  

I saw my husband come out of the bathroom and I started to cry.  I told him, "I was so happy thinking our son was finally getting better and eating again, then he pukes all over….he keeps getting sick, he's been sick almost twice a month for the past four months," then, with a sob, "And...I feel SO guilty for how ok I am that I'm not pregnant."  Patrick didn’t say much.  He just hugged me and the bewildered baby in my arms (Why is momma crying?)  

After I put Hayden down for a nap, I got into my own bed for some rest.  Patrick came and cuddled with me for a while.  After he left, I snuggled down into my delicious bed and thought to myself, “I asked Heavenly Father in my prayer this morning for charity and love.  To be a good mom.  Why do I feel so bad?"  Then I sent Him a quiet plea, "Father, please help me feel peace.”  

I slept for a blissful hour and a half.  When I woke up, Patrick was playing with Hayden on the living room floor.  He had woken up from his nap before me, and Patrick got him from his crib, making sure I got to finish my nap.  They saw me walk in, and Patrick said, “Look it’s momma!”  My son’s face lit up and he clumsily started crawling towards me.  And my heart melted/mended all at the same time.  


I met Patrick’s eyes and smiled.  I scootched down closer to my baber.  I held him close and asked him if his tummy felt better and he did his little happy squak at me….I felt the love well up in me for my sweet little son and my thoughtful husband...and I knew I was fine again.  

I thought, “Now this is a minute I love.” 


I guess that's the secret.  We have to soak in the beautiful moments and cherish them.   Then, when our day is awful, just like opening up a tiny treasure box, we can think back on our most beloved moments, and realize again that life is good.

Even during a day that is messy, mundane, frustrating or all of the above, I want to “find joy in the journey”.  I want to focus on the good.  Because, 40 years from now, I will be that elderly lady who sighs while watching a young mom and I'll think, "Oh, how I miss those days and my sweet babies."

Playing with Photo Booth on the computer

Hayden, trying to grab the laptop...ha!
I'm sorry for the miserable story, and I wish I could better express the thoughts and words in my heart, but much good came out of that day.  I realized that even when I am discouraged, I love my life and the people in it, especially this sweet little baber.  And that brings me so much joy!  
-Amy
 

Moms, how about you?  Do you feel guilty for those moments you don’t love?  How do YOU find joy in your journey?  I really want to hear! :)

January 10, 2013

Home Stylin: Sherie's Mid-Century/Modern Home

 
 By Sherie McDaniel
Introduced by Amy

I am so pleased to introduce my sister Sherie, third in line of six kids, and acted as peacemaker and judge during fights for us younger three.  And, let me tell you, she makes "homemaker" and "mommy" look cool.  I love her nutty kids....they know Metallica and Sia songs better than Old McDonald.  She is funny, caring, sarcastic, smart, can cook, decorate, create, remodel, sing, play the piano, and thinks of THE most hilarious Halloween costumes!  Whenever we get together we stay up way too late, and laugh our bums off.  
I'm so excited for her to show her sweet house--it's one of a kind, quirky, and ever evolving.  Enjoy!
-Amy

I’ve always enjoyed decorating my space, but realizing my personal style and real passion for it has come in the past 10 years.  I have no training in decorating, so I just go with what I like and probably break every rule.  I would define my style as mid-century modern / contemporary.  I’ve lived in a 111 year-old house for almost six years and I love the combo of the old exterior and architecture with a modern interior.   We’ve been making improvements since day one (and still at it) – most are cosmetic, and for some odd reason, I love doing it. We’ve gone through countless tubes of caulk, tubs of wood putty, and gallons of paint - Home Depot is a regular stop.  And you should see me with a caulk gun – nothing short of breath-taking.
I get quite varied comments from people who come to my house.  Most are complimentary … but I’ve gotten a few confused looks and raised eyebrows, which always makes me laugh.  But I don’t ever mind – I actually take it as a compliment when people think my house is “strange” or “different”.  I don’t want my house to be typical or boring, so if it’s “strange” to some people, even better.
The magazines I turn to most for inspiration are Dwell and Elle Décor.  Dwell has a lot of the mid-century style and Elle Décor has a more sophisticated modern feel.  I usually only have time to flip through one after I’m in bed, so I keep a small notebook close by where I scribble down any ideas for future projects.   Once in a while I search online for ideas, but I prefer magazines so I can mark pages and compile them to figure out the common denominator of those spaces to help me see what I like and why.   Sometimes inspiration comes from a cool logo or other random places.
We don’t have any flea markets around here (apparently that’s where you can find a Eames plywood chair for 5 bucks….gah!), so I often scour the local thrift store in hopes of finding some great lamp or chair from the 50’s – sometimes I’ve gotten lucky.   I also check the online classifieds for the area (KSL Classified) and ebay.  For more contemporary modern pieces, I check Ikea, amazon, overstock.  
My husband is great at supporting my style choices.  He doesn’t have a strong decorating preference , and luckily, likes my style.  He’s raised his eyebrows a few times at my ideas, but has gone along with them and likes that our house is “different”.  
  
Advice I would give:   I think it’s worth spending a little more on great, well-made pieces of furniture (I adore my couch) but be patient until you know your style and exactly what you want.  I loathe the light green carpet in our living room, but the luxurious tan shag I want is pricey, so we’re saving up.  Check out magazines and online sites for ideas – or anything around you that is pleasing to your eye.  There’s lots of great DIY projects out there from furniture to light hangings.  Most of all, go with what you like and don’t try to mimic others – it’s okay if you want to paint an orange circle on your kitchen cupboard (asymmetrical none the less) or screw a big board to the wall with wallpaper tiles.  Be different, make it your own – it’s your domain!

Here's Sherie's Home: 

The previous few owners did a lot by themselves, which is great, IF you do it right.  They were more into doing it cheaply than making it look nice… and we’ve reaped the benefits J.  I’m pretty sure cardboard should never be  used in house construction, or putting in an outlet through a brick wall then leaving the cord exposed on the other side – and really, is insulation worth the cost??  YES.  “Are you freaking kidding me??” is probably the most common phrase I’ve muttered when delving into an improvement.  So it’s been a learning experience and I’ve enjoyed the work and seeing the finished product.

Front room - with the big windows in the front, I knew I could get away with a dark color on the walls.  Seems depressive, but gray is my favorite color.  I’ve discovered I love neutrals – brown, gray, black, white, and I’ve added small pieces of bright colors.  

Before...Yikes.

After!




The big white square behind the tv are four tiles made made for use as wallpaper – they have a braille pattern on them.  After I glued them to the board, we didn’t know how to hang it, so we ended up just screwing it to the wall.  I got some farm-code in me from my dad.  And I adore the couch in front – we splurged on it – high quality with great shape.



The bathroom was quite the nightmare – there was a nasty, moldy shower and way too many cupboards for that small of a space.  We tore everything out (finding a pink and orange claw foot tub under the shower surround and the space for a window) and after four weeks of no bathroom and with the help of friends, it came back together. 

Before, during remodel...

After!


The kitchen was pretty rough, but just needed to be painted and cover up the high-voltage cord and outlet in back of the oven – apparently the previous owners didn’t think that was a concern.  We kept the old cupboards, painted them white, added some cool pulls, and an orange circle.  I like the strange.

Before
After!




Dining room – I found this chandelier on ebay – great mid-century piece.  The art on the wall is from 70’s found from a vintage store in Salt Lake.  


The stairs were pretty scary – the old tread was very worn out and there were knicks in the wood everywhere, plus every other balister was missing, so a small child could squeeze right through them.  I spent many an hour puttying, sanding, and painting the steps.   We had a carpet runner installed down the steps.  We were hoping to keep the old minister, but it was much cheaper to have the banister re-made instead of custom-made balisters for the spaces, but we’re happy with the end result.  
Before...

After! WOOO!


We needed a place to put our jackets and coats, so we hung hooks on one side of the mudroom, and attached these Ikea bins for the kids gloves, hats, shoes – it’s worked out great.  

 That's my home! 
-Sherie