Wednesday, August 27, 2014

Dearest Son...

My dearest son,
you are two years old and as such, you are programmed to explore new areas of your abilities. There are days when it can be challenging to parent you, but those are the days that I just have to remind myself that this phase won't last forever.

I know that one day the first words out of your mouth in the morning won't be shrill, ear-piecing, shrieking demands of "stawberry yogur!"

One day, you won't throw fits in the street because I wouldn't let you get in the car when we were out to take a walk. (I'm still trying to figure out the logic there...)

Sometime soon you won't get mad at me when I can't name that one character from "Bob the Builder".

I know that one day I will look back and laugh at the thousands of times that you burst into the bathroom (note to self: fix lock), and ask to "check mom butt?". Thanks for always lookin' out for me, kid.

There will come a day when you won't do this
after I ask you to simply put the already contained ball pit balls in your room. 

One day, you won't pick up a tube of my fanciest lotion and quickly squeeze out the contents while I try to stop you with horror on my face as I stumble over the many toys you've strewn about the floor, strategically placing each one like a booby trap.

One day you won't use the carpet as a napkin to wipe the green smoothie from your face.

In the not-so-soon future I know our house won't smell like tacos after every I vacuum, reminding me of the day you decided to grab a bottle of cumin out of the pantry and dump out the fragrant spice all over the carpet, and of course the only way to clean it up was to vacuum it.

Someday soon you won't freak out every time a little peanut butter oozes out of your sandwich onto your hand.

One day you won't ask me to smell your armpits and laugh. Okay, maybe you'll keep doing that well into your teens...

I know that someday soon all of these things, and many more sweet little quirks about you, will fade away to be replaced by new attributes.

But until that day comes, there's "The Bachelor" as a guilty pleasure, and lots of chocolate to help me find my sanity.

Your Mom

Wednesday, July 30, 2014

What Can I Say?

Dudes, I don't know if it's the hotter-than-the-hinges-of-hell heat here in the great AZ, or the 5 a.m. greetings Toby has been offering for weeks- but I've got a bad case of blogger writers block. Like every day this week I've sat down to write but I have no idea what to talk about. I could overshare talk about the happenings of the day, but I love you all too much to throw that kind of boredom at you. I have some fun DIY projects I've been working on but you want to know something? Putting together a project post with a two year old around is like trying to take a picture of a beautiful sunset while rabid squirrels swarm around your feet. Not that I'd know, just speculating.

One of my constant struggles is being an insecure blogger. Ultimately I'd love to see this blog be a successful source of project inspiration or encouragement or just a good 'ol place to waste a little time. I'd also love for it to be a way for me to make a little money. But breaking into the blog scene is tough, and with so many blogs out there sometimes it's hard to not feel like they're better blogs and sheesh why do I even bother? But if I've learned anything this year it's that you have to keep going even when you don't feel like it, and that it's okay to ask for help along the way.

So! With all that unloaded, I'm opening up the floor for suggestions. Post ideas? Topics to try writing about? Things you want to see more of? Seriously guys, take advantage of this situation because you're catching me in a moment of creative writing desperation.

Leave your comments below or shoot me an email. Bring on the ideas!

Friday, July 25, 2014

Life Lately+Decor Help

cerca July 11 aka Cow Appreciation Day (aka free food day)

So we have this big blank space above our tv. 
I've been wanting to put something in this space for a really long time but I've gone back and forth about what to put there. For a long time I thought I was settled on making a sunburst mirror, I even collected all of the required items. That was last year, and still- no sunburst mirror. Then today, I saw that A Beautiful Mess was talking about this awesome mural fence they made for their office house backyard and I was smitten. 

It reminded me of a another art piece I'd since on Vintage Revivals

and the DIY wheels started turning in my head. I'm still not entirely sure where I'm going with these inspirations, but I think today will be an artsy project kind of day. I don't know, what say ya'll? Am I headed in a good direction, or should I turn back as fast as possible? I lack confidence when it comes to home decor so I will gladly accept any an all input. 

Happy Friday Everyone!

Wednesday, July 23, 2014

Pinterest Fails+Sore Butts+Taco Carpet

SOooo, as of right now I look like a recovering lobotomy patient.

This is actually a lot better than it looked a few days ago. Need proof? Gotcha covered.
please ignore the creepy/crazy eyes. I took this to send to my bff and I knew she would enjoy some theatrical facial features.

Over the weekend I tried out a hair styling concept that I've actually tried several times before. It's no secret here that I am mildly obsessed with Pinterest (3,284 pins... how far is too far?). Well, one of my faves is a no-heat hair curling technique. What you're supposed to do is put on an elastic headband and wrap your hair in sections around it, sleep on it, and in the morning you wake up with soft curls that make you look like something out of a fairy tale book. Again, I've done this several times in the past and no problems whatsoever. Until now. My forehead has a nice four or five inch mark on it; every time I look in the mirror I can't help but picture Jack Nicholson at the end of "One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest", you know after he gets the lobotomy. 

The worst of the damage was earlier in the week when the red mark was also accompanied by a horrible acne breakout. It looked like I had barnacles growing on my face. 

I'm assuming that the headband I used is dirty, thus the breakout. Not sure the scientific reason behind the ugly red mark, if anyone has ideas, come at me. I still love this hair curling technique and I'll probably try it again, with a brand-spanking new headband.

As if having facial mollusks wasn't enough odd body issues for us, Toby has been battling an ugly diaper rash. The other day he was walking around holding his butt and I was walking around rubbing my forehead. I'm sure we were quite a sight. Thankfully we are fortified with lots of butt paste and a kiddie pool for when the little dude needs to be free of his diaper. Overall he's in good spirits, sore butt and all.

So fine in fact that he just dumped out the contents of a bottle of cumin he skillfully retrieved from the pantry.
Tacos anyone?
"Shawy mom!"

I'm starting to get used to this whole dumping things out phase. Cumin wasn't the worst of it. There was the nearly entire gallon of vinegar (you read that right), vanilla extract, and last week I think Toby tried to outdo himself with this sticky situation. *Sigh* mom life.

Okay, I'm off to research how to get rid of this stupid mark on my forehead...

Tuesday, July 22, 2014

DIY Post

I'm so excited I can hardly stand it. Today I'm sharing a link to a post that I did for my sweet friend Kathryn, whom you may recall did a great post for me last year about adding personality to your home. Funny story, originally we had agreed to do a post for each other. I'm just now getting around to holding up my end of the deal, but Kathryn was so gracious and supportive. She's awesome, definitely show her some love and check out her blog.

My post for Kathryn was really fun- my first DIY project post. It was actually a lot easier than I thought and since things didn't go terribly I'm hoping to make this a regular thing here. I've already got an idea brewing for my next project, so keep an eye out for it in the next couple of weeks.

Anywhoo without further ado, here's the link to the post- enjoy!

Thursday, July 17, 2014

Crunch Time

After reading Grace's post on crunchiness, I've been subconsciously noticing the little things that are part of our normal routine that may or may not put me on the "crunchy momma" scale. Currently I'd rate myself at a whopping 1. Shocking, I know, since I'm the self-professed "hippy momma" (and yes I know that hippy is not spelled the way it is usually associated with "hippie"; that spelling was taken). There are plenty of things that I know I could be doing to make me crunchier; is mental crunchiness a thing?

Thankfully I'm surrounded by friends and family who are my go-to guru's when it comes to all things natural and healthy. With a limited budget, and an even more limited attention span, I try to keep my little family healthy and close to the earth. I totally give you permission to cringe at that last part about closeness to the earth.

I thought I'd share a few of my favorite hippie/crunchy qualities-

1. Amber bead necklace. I read a lot about these when Toby was small and at the recommendation of a friend, I ordered one from Etsy. Since Toby is my first I don't really have anything to compare with but I do think the amber bead necklace was a huge help when he was teething. When we were deep in the trenches of teething, I could definitely tell a difference on the days that he was wearing the necklace (wanting snuggles, but not fussy) versus the days when I forgot to put it on him (crankiness to the max). My biggest tip if you're planning on trying one for you wee one- make sure they wear it all the time, even bath time. It gives the healing properties in the amber time to build up in their little bodies.
cerca 2012

2. Natural First Aid. Any time one of us has a stuffy nose or an unhappy tummy, I get a small surge of adrenaline from looking up ways to treat our ailments with essential oils, natural or homeopathic remedies. Last week when Toby was sick I learned from my mom that wrapping apple cider vinegar-soaked towels around the legs can lower a fever really well (it is not lost on me at all that I've been super blessed with a mommy who is a wealth of knowledge when it comes to all things healthy!). Derek and I were just noting the other day that our medicine cabinet is made up mostly of supplements, tinctures, and essential oils. Our house smells like Whole Foods.

3. We get good fat. I stopped buying olive oil a few months back when our local Costco started carrying avocado oil. It is a little spendy, but the benefits are awesome. It's easy to cook with, a little goes a long way, and personally I don't think it has "a taste".  Olive oil isn't bad for you, but the nutritional benefits in avocado oil is much higher. For baking I often replace butter with coconut oil, and even cook with it sometimes; I say sometimes because coconut oil does have "a taste" so I only cook with it if the recipe goes well with coconut. Derek and I have recently started blending coconut oil in our coffee and it actually tastes really good, like a latte.

4. Derek says I dress like a hippie.  I lost momentum with this post so I asked Derek in what ways we are crunchie and he said I dress like a hippie sometimes. I don't know what his definition of hippie apparel is, but apparently I'm rockin' it all. It's true that on particularly bad hair days I'll hide the mess under a scarf, and I guess jersey knit maxi skirts are the modern hippie woman signature. I take his observation as a compliment :)

In what ways are you a "crunchie hippie"? Share below, I'd love to hear from you!

Wednesday, July 16, 2014

Monsoon Madness

The monsoons are in full force here in the desert. Last week there was a nice little downpour so Derek took Toby outside to experience "wain", as Toby calls it.

Our modest attempt at rain water harvesting.
Our wet 'n' wild fun was cut short when the lightening and thunder started. Some lightening struck on a hill that we can see from our backyard, about a mile away. I said "nope" and we all hightailed it inside, much to Toby's disappointment. One day you'll learn why you don't want to get zapped, Little Man.