Things I’ve learned {lately}

I’ve pretty much waved the white flag in defeat when it comes to finding the time to blog. I have, however, found the time to redecorate my kitchen nook {again}, repaint and restyle my hall bathroom {again}, get my Christmas cards out {relatively on time} and I even went with an unconventional selfie shot,0

finished getting albeit one Christmas gift, and host “Christmas” a bit early with my family this last weekend. I even managed to get my hair done beforehand. Shocker. So this weekend when my family asked me if I have blogged lately, wondering if they somehow missed it in their newsfeed, {ahem}, I realized it is time to step up my game, and get into a routine.

Lord knows I LOVE routine.

My friend, Nicole blogs every Friday with 5 things that inspired her, or noteworthy throughout her week. She has inspired me to do weekly “isms” of things I’ve have learned {lately} about myself, décor, parenting, etc. Seems manageable enough. Heck, I might even go as far as saying, every Monday.

Crazy talk, I know.

I have a few months of things I’ve learned {lately} so here it goes,

1. Head lice is like child leprosy. It could honestly have a post in and of itself, but I think you will all need manicures from the starching you will do on your head with its mere mention. Really. In fact, you have probably already scratched your head, and are one itch away from getting in your car and driving to buy lice treatment shampoo at your local pharmacy. Seriously. Luckily, only one member of my family got it, and it was in the early stages (in case you are googling it now.) DON’T worry friends and family who I just saw and are about too, this was months ago. Although, I am still in remission. I am waiting for the day, I am not paranoid about it. I can spot a ‘head scratch’ from miles away, and no matter what, I am going to think you have lice. Sorry. I totally understand if you want to cancel our playdate we have scheduled.

2. My children {and myself} can survive staying up past their 7:00 pm bedtime. I am happy to report we have let the kiddos stay up until 9 pm 3 times in the past month. Wowza. Living on the edge.

3. I am a cross between the “Constantly Volunteering Mom” and ” The Perfectionist Mom.”  I have a hard time not ‘offering my knowledge’ when I can, and saying no to the desperate email cries for volunteer help. Its a sickness. I have not officially joined the PTA {yet} but in 3 years, I will probably be the President. I am only slightly joking.
I do wear makeup everyday {despite living in Davis}, my nails are mostly painted,  and my kids most certainly have the monogrammed Pottery Barn backpack with matching lunchbox. My daughter is even getting a bigger and cuter one from Santa this year. Shh, don’t tell her. My car on the otherhand, is anything but sparkling clean.  I am just thankful that I am not the “Pajama Mom.” Though, I definitely see one everyday at drop-off.

4. Hiring a “handyman” despite having a licensed contractor for a husband is totally worth every penny. Hubby completely agrees. Things have actually been getting done around here. I might even get to do that master bathroom reveal blog soon. 5 years in the making.

5. Electronics in church is a God sent. Last night my daughter had her singing debut with the children’s choir at our local church. It was adorable and painful to watch, as my daughter nervously moved uncontrollably until find her inner diva and striking a pose on stage with the other k-6 children. My son had an even harder time sitting still during the late night production, until hubby turned Frozen on his phone. Thank you, YouTube. Jesus understands.

6. Oh, and as my friend Molly said to me last night, “I am that mom.” She was referring to the fact that I kept annoying waving at my daughter on stage, and If I actually knew the words to the songs she was singing I probably would have been in the front row enthusiastically lipping them to my daughter. I discovered, I am a bit of a stage mom. Just a bit. Good thing my daughter has expressed interest in pageants or ballet.

7. Kids actually like having a babysitter. It has been 5 1/2 years since I became a mom, and it wasn’t until VERY recently that we had anyone other than family to watch our kiddos. Shocking, right!? I guess we really are neurotic parents. Yes, mom, you were right. Now that we have crossed over to the child-free side, there is no turning back. In fact, I think I will text the sitter now to set something up.

Hallelujah.

Till next time, friends.

Xoxo,
Magazine Mom

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Things I’ve learned (lately)

1. Did you know that buckwheat is not wheat? It is not even a “grain” at all. It is a highly nutritious seed. Who knew!? I sure didn’t until I looked at my list of “best foods to trial next” for my son, who has Food Protein Induced Enterocolitis Syndrome (FPIES) and began researching it.
Side note: Many of you might be new to my blog. If you wish to catch up from the beginning of my blogging career (ahem) you can read more about him, and our FPIES journey here.

A few months ago, his pediatric dietician told me to trial Japanese Soba noodles made with 100% buckwheat, as another option to get some great protein in his diet. I thought she was crazy. Buckwheat? Let’s just poison him now! Until I did some research. A long trip to the Co-op reading every Asian noodle label 5 times, and $9 later, I had a bag of noodles for him to trial. I thought he would be so excited to try something so different. Not so much. He really is just so happy with his 13 safe foods. It is kind of sad in a way, but makes for being at a party, or playdate much easier. He is not tempted by gold-fish and cake (anymore). Nonetheless, he was not tempted to trial the brown slippery noodle either. Plan B. I figured the best way to get him interested in a new food, is to get the same texture/shape of foods he is used to eating. So, I did some more research and found there is a buckwheat cracker.

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Of course, I had to order them. I swear, I never ordered food on Amazon or Soap.com (in this case) prior to having a child with food allergies, and now that is where I have to get almost all of his “pre-made” food, with the exception of his Trader Joe staples. Thank God for Tj’s!

Anywho, for all you Gluten-free-ers out there…now you know that buckwheat is misnomer, and there are cracker options out there. They also make a quinoa and hazelnut version. They are pretty tasty (for gluten-free, taste-free crackers) and are a good replacement for flatbread crisps for dipping, or whatever.

2.  The key to a clean house is to behave like a maid.  I know this seems like a no-brainer, but I think you would be surprised how an easy and simple routine, can really keep things clean. Every morning when ‘the boy’ comes to my bed side and tells me to “ake up! ake up!’ I reluctantly side roll out of bed. He goes into the living room to watch TV (gasp if you must), and I reenact Jennifer Lopez’s role in “Maid in Manhattan.”  Well, the cleaning parts anyway. I skip over the part where I pretend to be rich and marry a politician. Although that would have its perks. Kidding.  What I mean, is I go in everyone’s room, when appropriate, and make the bed, clean-up, open the blinds, and freshen the place up. I do this before my mandatory cup of morning coffee. I know. Crazy, right? I bet many of you probably don’t even drink home-brewed coffee. I guess for you Starbucks, Pete’s peeps, this is nothing new, well at least the functioning without coffee part.

Anywho, I call this genius cleaning act ‘turn-up.’ And yes, I do ‘turn-down’ too. Down to every toy, book, piece of trash, etc. They all get put in their rightful place prior to lights out. The kids help of course, but while they take their bath, I get it  ‘magazine worthy.’ After I am done with that, I do a whole house pick-up. I sweep, vacuum, wash every dish, etc., before I sit down to watch some Real House Wives program. Admit it. You love them. If you don’t, you probably do not have cable or you are a boy.

Another thing I learned is that laundry baskets are kind of evil. If you put the clean clothes in them, they never make their way out  to be folded. If you put the folded laundry inside them, then they never make it into their respective drawers. Now, I use them ONLY for safe passage from the garage (my filthy laundry room) to the couch. That way, my OCD brain will never allow the clothes to sit there long enough for the family to plumage their weekly outfits from the pile. Instead I fold it when the children are sleeping or when the boy is napping. However, whenever you find the time to fold the never-ending mounds of laundry that covers half of your couch (don’t worry, no one is judging) just be sure to put the folded laundry in front of their intended recipients door while they are sleeping. That way, when doing your morning turn-up, you are reminded and bothered by the clothes in the hallway like the left over food trays at the hotel, so you put them away first.

Trust me, you will thank me later.

3. It is okay to wear a swimsuit even if you are not at your ‘goal weight.‘ I seriously cringe at that phrase. Hubby knows this, and uses it whenever he can to get a rise out of me. It works. I mean, who is at their goal weight after children (A.C.) anyway? Well you could be one of those freakishly lucky biotches I have been talking about. Yes sister, I am talking about you again.
I mentioned yesterday, I did the dreaded swimsuit shopping. Even worse, I had to take the kids. My daughter wondered why I tried on ‘so many black swimsuits’ and she told me I looked beautiful in every one, but she especially loved the pink one. I ended up with the vintage inspired navy blue one. The point is, your kids don’t care what you look like. They just want to splash, swim, and have fun with you. Not a 20 pound thinner you. Just you. In all your glory. This Huffington Post article circulating Facebook today, reminded me of that.

I guess I will embrace that my legs and boobs are no longer my best assets in a swimsuit (or otherwise) and just have fun in the sun. Afterall, I do have vodka lemonades to help suppress those feelings of loss. At least I know have beautiful hair. I have my children to thank for that.
4. Friendships do change and that’s okay. It is no secret that I value friendship. I consider myself to be a great friend, a decent listener (working on this), and a glue that brings people together. Lately I am lucky to see my friends once a month, and even more lucky if I actually talk to them on the phone other than receive a text. Its okay. I am not mad about it. I don’t feel as disconnected as one would think. I guess it is just the times. A bestie of mine, Kristine, of 25 years shared a link on Facebook to this article, What Being a BFF in Your Thirties Means. I commented with, “I especially like, “We’ve traded cocktails on the beach for mimosas at baby showers.” Check. Love you too bestie! Even if we don’t chat everyday :)” Fortunately for us, we do find time the way we can now that we are in our thirties and have kids. The reality is, life changes. Friendships change. You know what? It’s okay!

Make the best of what you’ve got.

Muah to all my besties, old and new out there!

Xoxo,
Magazine Mom