Monday, November 21, 2011

Christmas gift for the man

I made these for Christian a few years back. He loves them. I love them. And he gets compliments on them every time he wears them. I liked them but didn't realize other people would, too!

So this year I'm making some for you! Nuts and Bolts Cufflinks: $10/pair




Sure, you could make them yourself, but be realistic. Will you ever get to it? With all the Christmas shopping you need to do? Making 6 dozen cookies for a cookie exchange? Decorating your house? Attending fifty billion holiday parties?

You don't have time.

Just buy them. I'll even ship them to you for free*.

Let me know if you want some. They make the perfect stocking stuffer.


*Regular USPS mail. If you want them faster, you can cover the extra shipping, which probably wouldn't be much since they are light weight.

nature, nurture, and soul

"We all reach a point where we take nature and nurture and soul and decide who we really are and what we want to continue to be or what we want to change."
-My friend, Shannon Booher

Shannon wrote this in her blog today. She is writing about her brother, who happens to be adopted. This is perhaps the most powerful sentence I've heard all week. I love it.

Happy Adoption Awareness Month, everyone!

Wednesday, November 16, 2011

there's vomit in my hair

Liam has thrown up at least once a day for a week. It doesn't seem to be contagious, judging by the fact that no one else has gotten sick. 


I think he throws up in order to score more tub time.
Last night he threw up all over me. I've gotten used to it. I was so tired that I changed my clothes, washed my arms with a wash cloth, gave him a quick bath, and went to bed, ignoring the bit of vomit that had found its way into my hair.

This morning I was about to get in the shower when I remembered that I had a dentist appointment in 30 minutes... 45 minutes from my house. I threw on clothes, brushed my teeth, and ran out the door without showering. 



I still have vomit in my hair. And I'm going to bed.

Thursday, November 10, 2011

letters to my mom: part 2 of 2



On to note #2...



This note I wrote on my own. Looks like it was March of 2001, so I was 19 years old, living at Liberty Square, which was the next logical step after the dorms, right? How do I know it was 2001? I mentioned that Tiffany gave a free concert at BYU. Ah, memories.

My mom had just sent me (and probably my sisters) a list of her top 10 qualities to look for in a spouse. Not that she was pressuring us to get married--we were never pressured to get married or have babies by our parents. I was always grateful for this when my friends would complain about family pressure. So in response, I sent her the top 10 12 qualities I'd want in my future husband (which, naturally, I wrote before I looked at her list, lest I be swayed by her opinions). Here they are:
  1. Great sense of humor but not too sarcastic
  2. Shares my religious views
  3. Likes children
  4. Goal-oriented
  5. Taller than me, fit
  6. Athletic, likes outdoors
  7. Great singing voice
  8. Outgoing
  9. Very accepting of people different than him
  10. Strong testimony
  11. Comfortable w/ talking out problems
  12. Cares about his appearance
Looks like I did a pretty good job with Christian, eh? Turns out it doesn't actually matter if your husband can serenade you. He sings next to me at church and holds a decent tune. ;) That's good enough to check off #7. Check. Check. Check.

What would I add to the list now?
  1. Patient
  2. Able to admit when he's wrong
  3. Trustworthy
  4. Able to look on the bright side of life
And a note to my 19-year-old self to be all these things if I wanted to find a partner with these qualities.

Wednesday, November 9, 2011

notes to my mom: part 1 of 1

I'm lucky enough to have my mom come babysit my boys once a week. They are so excited when she arrives in the morning (and so am I). However, I never seem to get to work on time those mornings. Christian says I get my chatting skills from my mom... But getting to work late is sooo worth it.

My mom has been reading Unstuff Your Life and seems to be on a de-cluttering rampage. (If she didn't already watch my boys and do my dishes for free--and if I were actually at home for any given period of time--I'd ask her to help me de-clutter my house.)



In all her decluttering, she found some old notes from me to her.

No idea why the photo is sideways
The first was written when I was 12. It is undoubtedly the result of a Young Women's activity (Young Women is the girls' youth organization in my church). What gave it away? Flowery stationary, churchy stickers, and a list of reasons I admire my mom...written in January (nowhere near her birthday or mother's day). I love my mom, but I wasn't one to write notes like this other than on special occasions or when prompted by church activities. Even so, the words are sincere.

Let's look at what I admired about my mom:
  1. I admire the way you seem to always know where things are, when I think that I have already looked everywhere. I still lose everything. Just ask Christian. I never know where my keys/phone/running shoes are.
  2. I also admire the way you keep your room so nice, neat, and tidy. It's never dirty. My room is never nice, neat, and tidy.
  3. And you can do the dishes so fast. I am slow. Slow, slow, slow. It still takes me forever to clean or do the dishes or do just about anything. How do people do things quickly?
  4. Also, you do a wonderful job of putting on your make-up. I[t] is such a good job that you can't tell that you really have any make-up on. This is a skill, people. My mom always looks nice, but in a natural way. She doesn't look "done up." I, on the other hand, am too lazy to put on make-up half the time. On those days, I just pretend I look good and avoid mirrors...
  5. P.S. I love the way you cook. P.S. I don't like to cook.
I went on to write, "I hope that in the next week's time you can help me to improve these qualities in myself."  (Note the correct usage of "myself." I can guarantee that 12-year-old me knew how to use "myself" correctly.)  Is it funny or sad that 17 years later I haven't figured out how to do these things? I obviously still need my mom to help me do my dishes and keep my room clean...

What would I add to the list now? 
  1. How outgoing she is.
  2. Her confidence.
  3. How willing she is to help all her children with just about anything.
  4. Her gardening skills.
  5. Her decorating style.
  6. Her furniture refinishing skills.
  7. Her affinity for reading good books.
  8. That she's not afraid to go to the movies alone (and does so quite often).
  9. That she always has something interesting to talk about.
  10. That she exercises regularly and has healthy eating habits.
  11. That she remembers everything that's going on in our lives even when I can't even keep track of it myself.
  12. I could go on...
Stay tuned for part 2 to see the list the qualities my 19-year-old self wanted in a future husband...

Tuesday, November 8, 2011

i have big hair


I have big hair. My sisters used to make fun of my frizzy hair. The boys at church would throw tiny balled up pieces of paper into it. I'm not scarred by these things. I'm pretty sure I laughed with my sisters and loved the attention from the boys. We were old enough that they were my friends.

But my hair has never been curly. Just poofy. I've tried straightening it, but that just looks silly on me. I usually just wear it up.

According to many people, I have great hair, because it holds curl well and it's nice and thick. But who has time to curl their hair? And who even WANTS to have to curl their hair every day? Not me, says the low-maintenance girl with the ponytail.

And I never understood products that claimed to "lift" and "boost" your roots. The last thing my hair needed was a boost.

But I was wrong. Oh, I was wrong.

Last weekend I decided that if my hair wanted to be big, I would embrace it. So I boosted those roots and wore it BIG. Christian called me a lion.

I took a ton of pictures of myself in an attempt to show how big it was. None of the photos did it justice (hence the reason I took at least 20). I deleted most of them, because they looked like I was taking a picture of myself and trying to look all cute. I was just trying to show how big my hair was without having a stupid look on my face.

So after all taking billions of photos of myself (and feeling stupid in the process), Carly was actually the one who snapped a good one. So I stole it from her blog. But by then the top had fallen. I've got to master the art of maintaining the lion. Roar.


Go big or go home, right? Right.

Monday, November 7, 2011

how do you de-stress?

Source
Here's a good question for all of us: How exactly do you de-stress?

Do you exercise?
Meditate?
Sit around and watch TV? Movies?
Read blogs?
Drink hot chocolate? Tea?
Go shopping?
Pray?
Make lists?
Read?
Clean?
Talk it out?
Sleep?
Simplify your life?
Create with your hands?





And does it work? Or do you feel like you're trying to de-stress and it's not really working?

When you already have a million things to do during the day, how do you find time for "stress relieving" activities?

These are my de-stressers (in no particular order, except for the first one):

  • getting enough sleep
  • crafting
  • running with friends (running alone only if it's on a beautiful trail)
  • long bike rides in beautiful places (alone or with a friend)
  • shopping with Christian (shopping alone bores me)
  • listening to music (hymns, Christmas, brit pop--for some reason brit pop falls in that same destressing category)
  • turning the TV off
  • being outside
  • laughing with friends
Your turn. What de-stressors are most effective for you?


Thursday, November 3, 2011

mcdonalds

Sat in ridiculous traffic on the way to pick up the boys.

Got home and realized I was locked out.

Boys crying.

Took them to McDonalds until Christian could get home.

Graham pooped at McDonalds.

How do you change a 2-year-old's diaper at McDonalds when you are alone and also have a 10-month-old?

You pull the high chair into the bathroom.


How do you guys do it??


Wednesday, November 2, 2011

birdies

Owls. Birdies. Either way, they were adorable.

We were going to trick-or-treat with a big group of friends, but decided at the last minute to make it a family affair and went with Ashley and Tyler's kids and my parents.

So many cute little boys!

Charlie and Max's penguin toys were a hit.

Graham's favorite house had this cool light. He wanted to stay there all night.

Birds of a feather...

In his nest.

And I quote, "This is why I'm medicated."

Melts my heart.

How did I think I could go trick or treating alone with my boys?? Never would have worked. So glad I had my mom there.

Such a big boy.

Chillin.

Trick-or-treat, Panda! (Who says you can't trick-or-treat at your own house?)