Friday, December 10, 2010

Friday Feature!


I've been wearing this ring for months now. It's time I tell you about how much I love it!
I got married when I was 6 months pregnant, so needless to say I was carrying a bit more weight in my fingers than I am now. I've been paranoid that I'm going to lose my wedding ring. To solve that I bought a second ring to wear on top of my wedding ring.
I got it from
LittleBugJewelry on Etsy. Despite all the action it sees with the two kids, and me being all crafty with my hands all the time, It's still as beautiful as the day it arrived!
I know it seems a little soon to start dropping hints for Valentine's Day but I highly recommend you plant the seed early. All her pieces are handmade and most are custom made at time of purchase. There's so many things in this shop to love!
Here are a few of my favorites!





Go check it out!

Thursday, December 9, 2010

My Baby is One Today



She's One.
Where did the time go?
A year ago Baby D was born at home. First blizzard of the year, the midwife got stuck behind a snow plow on the way over here and didn't quite make it on time.
A year ago Baby D was born into her father's hands.

A year previous, when T was born, she was a hospital birth. Everything about the way a hospital birth is set up is designed to make the laboring woman feel like she can't do this on her own. I left that experience feeling like I couldn't do the one thing my body was designed to do. Despite giving birth at a boutique hospital, I felt like nobody genuinely cared about the well being of me and my baby.
I felt like I was in a Monty Python Sketch hooked up to the machine that goes *PING*. Except it wasn't funny. At all.


So when D was born at home, in our own bed, caught by her father it was the most healing thing I could have experienced. It got a little less peaceful and intimate when the Cop and EMT arrived from when my Husband called 911. Aside from my own birth, I'm fairly certain that's the first time I've met anyone, let alone two men, whilst completely naked. The midwife arrived, spoon fed me ice cream while I nursed baby D for the first time. She helped me into the shower, helped my husband throw away the linens. She stuck around for a little bit to make sure I ate, and told me to spend the day relaxing in bed with the new little one.

T had spent the day with her Grandpa. She returned home at 9am, about 5 hours after her sister was born. When I brought the baby out of the bedroom to meet her, T got a HUGE smile on her face and she signed "baby." She loved her instantly.

These two are going to be the best of friends. I love them both so much.
Happy birthday little one!

Monday, December 6, 2010

Looking ahead: Creating Goals and Mini Goals


I've been frustrated lately that I am not moving towards my goals.
I'd like to have the sort of home where when a friend calls and says "I'll be over in 10 minutes" I'm not scrambling to get the kids dressed, clean the living room and pick up all the clothes on the bathroom floor. I'd like to hear "I'll be over in 10 minutes" and be able to take that ten minutes to bake some cookies and make my friend feel welcome.
I KNOW I need to take time everyday to do maintenance. But I'm too exhausted at the end of the day At this point though, just maintaining is not going to cut it. I need to do a "big" job everyday too.
How do I stay motivated when the results are slow coming?
Answer? I don't.
That's why I've never been good at losing weight. (Though I'm getting more serious about it in the new year, I swear.)

So what can I do?
Checklists motivate me.
So rather than work towards the big goal of "being a Martha Stewart style home manager" I need to break it down into little goals like "clean living room"

I'm going to try to get into the habit of making a checklist every morning.

Today I want to:
Tidy the living room
Vaccuum the girls room
Put away the craft table I set up (it's become a dumping ground instead of useful space.)
A least one load of laundry


How do you personally stay motivated when a Mother's Work is never finished? (even if you're not a mother)