Celebrating Saint Patty’s like a Boss!

Celebrating Saint Patty’s like a Boss!

Hi guys!! In case you’re new to this blog (heck I’m new to this blog lol), I have some personal goals:  two of which are to make friends in NC and to make every holiday special for my kids.  This day totally rocked for both of those!  I had been seeing my friends on Facebook (who actually have a lot of friends) doing cool little kid “parties.”  Instead of being insanely jealous of their awesomeness like the old me would have, I let it inspire me.  So I planned this St. Patty’s day celebration and invited some great girls and their kids.  It. Was. Awesome!  These two ideas could easily interchange for other holidays or random get-togethers:  ART and COLORFUL FOOD! lol winners for kids!

So the art piece first.  Pinterest had some great little hand print ideas for Saint Pat’s that would be so cute to make in a group.  We had seven kiddos at this party and these canvases were THREE for $3.50 at Walmart.  Score!

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And then we did rainbow food for ya know… the rainbow to the whole pot of gold thing that has become a sign of Saint Patrick’s Day.  I used a silver cupcake liner and put the kids names on the bottom.  We filled that with Captain Crunch cereal as the gold!  Then I just colored the bottoms of other green cupcake liners with the colors of the rainbow.  The kids filled the liners with the appropriate colored food.. which they totally were into!!! and then they ate it all up!! BONUS:  I dumped all the leftovers into a big bowl and we’ve been eating fruit salad all week lol 🙂

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As fun as this was, you know all that entertaining, paint, food, kids, and mess what a huge stress for me… so of course I was diffusing in the background.  Joy and Peppermint 🙂  Every whiff reminded me to calm down and have fun!

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Thanks for stopping by and celebrating with us! I hope you’re inspired to conquer your next celebration like a BOSS!!! 🙂

Celebrate & Decorate with Kids!

Celebrate & Decorate with Kids!

One of my mom goals for 2015 is to make each holiday special in some way.  There’s like a ton more holidays than I thought lol and I needed some cheap ideas.  So here’s something that we’ve been doing.  I know you have some construction paper in your house.  If you don’t, go ahead and fulfill that momly duty and add some to your arsenal.  For each holiday, write out a saying on construction papers like this one.  One letter per page.  Then get to work!  We try to get creative for each letter and use different mediums too… paint, pencils, crayons, markers, felt and glue.  You can even make themes for the letter like some of the rainbows above complete with “gold doubloons” and some dots or shamrocks.  We hang it on the wall with some clear tape and admire it! 🙂  This wall is in our dining room, but an entryway or bay window or empty wall somewhere would work too!  Here’s the one we did for Christmas:

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We did Happy 2015 for New Year’s and Be Mine for Valentine’s Day, but I didn’t take pictures of those.. sorry 😦 I’m still new to blogging!

I was inspired for this idea by something similar I found on Pinterest.  It was a banner of some very tastefully done pennant shapes.  I’m not professional or even close to Pinterest-Perfect and definitely not an artist… so this was the best I could do.  In our house it’s more about the creation, the memory, the lesson, and the time spent together anyways… isn’t that how it is in your house? 🙂

Thanks for reading and spending your time with me!  Happy decorating!

Overcoming Shyness & Insecurity: A journey

Overcoming Shyness & Insecurity: A journey

I am pathologically shy. It’s why I drank so much in college, why moving every couple years is so terrifying, why making new friends takes a year or more, why I never take chances, never wear lipstick, never even try a new fashion trend. Do you get me? How about this, I’m also pathologically insecure. It’s why I drank so much in college (lol), never wear low cut shirts, HATE bikini bottoms, never put myself out there. Do you get any of that? I’m sincerely sorry if you do get any of that. Why? Because you are wasting time and life just like me. When 2015 started I made a secret and personal resolution to push past my shyness and insecurity and Be. Better. So recently, when a situation presents itself and the immediate reaction is hell no, I push ahead and say yes.

For example, taking two young boys (eight months and four) to Chuck E Cheese on a Saturday afternoon alone. For goodness sakes, if that can be done than anything can be overcome!!! Seriously though, I KNOW you get how hard that was!

Here’s another little something to fight off that insecurity. HAIR! Simply doing your HAIR 🙂 Have you seen other moms on Facebook looking so put together and looking happy and beautiful with their hair DOWN and CURLED? And you thought so many jealous thoughts and your own insecurities boiled damn near overflow status? Well, maybe that’s just me and my pathologies…. But I was really jealous of this! So think, what is so different between her and me. We both have young kids, same busy husbands, same home obligations. The difference? She has the lady balls to give herself the appreciation she deserves. Take the extra minutes and curl the hair! Such a little thing and it resonates everywhere!! All the happiness, the confidence, the self-worth. So I started doing it for myself. It really only takes a few minutes. Even if I don’t get my shower until one in the afternoon, I still do my hair. Even if nobody will see me except my kids and possibly my husband if he makes it home before bedtime, I do it. Even if a baby is crawling up my leg and a five-year old is saying “I just want you to spend time with me!” I curl the hair and I feel accomplished… and awesome! And then quality children time resumes.

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Another huge and terrifying step for an insecure and ridiculously shy person? Taking something that is loved and turning it into a business. There’s tons of distribution business out there today, but of course my insecurity said that would never work for me! Nobody cares what I like, nobody will listen to me, I’ll feel even more insecure than I do now. But you know what? I threw that Facebook party anyways and EVERYONE came. EVERYONE was interested. My business doubled in size last month and I grossed over $1000.

One last thing to share here to work on.  Taking the kids places and actually TALKING to the other moms. Even attempting make friends out of them. GOOD friends. I run around the park chasing everyone’s kids pretending to be a dragon and I DO NOT CARE what anyone thinks of me (obviously a big deep part of me DOES care, but that part has to go away now). But you know what they actually do think? That I’m awesome. And they tell me so. They don’t think that I’m super crazy or weird or nuts. The me of last year would’ve been sitting quietly on a bench away from everyone else for fear of them judging me, not liking me… leaving me out.

So what’s coming up next on this journey?  Attending my first ladies night at my church, by myself with no kids to buffer my awkwardness. Super nervous about that one.  I will also be starting to wear lipstick, rocking a sapphire colored mascara, and continue writing this adventure of a blog! wowza.

It’s March first and I’ve already accomplished so much by changing a few things and saying EFF YOU to those stupid feelings that have been holding me back. Shyness and Insecurity are a WASTE of precious time. You deserve so much and are worth so much…. It’s kind of silly when the only person holding you back is yourself don’t you think? So what do YOU want to do? What are your goals? Why aren’t you doing that? Start. Now. Just do it. The worst that can happen is that you’ll be right where you are right now.

When being the “Default Parent” is the hardest

When being the “Default Parent” is the hardest

I read an article a while back called The Default Parent in the Huffington Post (if you haven’t read it, you really should: here!)  It spoke to me. The term default parent explained a lot of things for me and even made my perception of being the center of everyone’s universe seem necessary. The term resonates in my life. ALL the time. Some days I embrace it. I mean really rock that title. And in some moments, the weight of it feels more than I can possibly hold. I want to put it down, but at the same time trust no one else to carry it. Not even my husband. And this is when being the default parent is the hardest. We want and loathe the position at the very same time. Breathe it while being suffocated by it. Carry it while it crushes us.

I’ve never wrote a blog like this before, but the human test of wills that was last night has sparked so so many thoughts in my head. When I looked at the clock and it said 3:15am and I hadn’t been to sleep yet. Patrick had not stopped screaming in hours. I walked into my bedroom and yelled at my husband “I don’t know what to do!” “How long am I expected to do this?” “It’s almost morning and I haven’t been to sleep yet!” I received a half-hearted, “you should take him to the ER if he’s inconsolable, what do you want me to do about it” before he passed back out. I just stood there.. What DID I want him to do about it? Did I really want him to take the baby from me? Of course not. Would I have slept better hearing Patrick screaming in the arms of dad while dad is hating me over it? Of course not. The only thing that came to my mind was this title of the default parent. It was me. This was MY situation, MY night. I literally took a deep breath and walked out of that room. I set up two gigantic pillows and “slept” sitting straight up with that little baby on my chest. He drifted in and out. Never really slept. Neither did I. But you know what? I woke up happy, strong, positive. Me and Pat survived until that sun came up. And I did that. ME. Because I am THAT parent. I love being that parent no matter how much I hate it. I need it as much as it needs me. Under its weight, I grow stronger and find more love than I think I’m capable of. As I type this with his snotty, wet, drippy face trying to kiss my chin and his teary eyes looking at me…

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I just feel so much. Lucky. Necessary. In love. Overwhelmed. Empathy. Helpless. Capable. Wet. I have no advice to insert here and I’m sorry for that. I just want you to know that if you are that default parent and you find yourself feeling trapped in the role and lusting for it at the same time…. You are not alone. Take a deep breathe. I think you’re the shit.