You know how sometimes you have a plan for the day… and then you remember you have kids… and whatever vision you had was just a joke really? Pile up Mya getting sick, some gloomy weather, and post breastfeeding hormones and the past week was pretty thrown. But rainy walks around the block, lots of pajama days, and a daily dose of Moana seemed to do the trick. Last weekend, that’s exactly what happened– we stayed home to get well and recharge for the week. All the bins and baskets of playthings were thrown on the living room floor and we all just camped out by the fire. Most of the time, I have the girls pick up things as we are done playing with them because it leaves less of a mess for me after bedtime. And because #mamatired. But last weekend we just let it happen and looked past the mess to find two happy girls, perfectly content with being together at home with just us parents. Which I’m going to pretend will always be the case. Because this is my heaven.
We might not always stick to a schedule around here, but we’ve got our morning routine down: The girls wake up by 6:30, we play and eat, then send Daddy off with his peanut butter and jelly breakfast sandwich. Derek feeds each girl a bite of it and kisses them goodbye for the day. Then the girls rush to the front door, Mya whips it open, and they wave and blow him kisses as Derek pulls out of the drive and down the street. It’s pretty much the most adorable thing ever. We’ve had a couple neighbors tell us they see the sendoff every day and I’m glad we have them fooled as totally calm, cool, and collected. Little do they know that when the door shuts, Mya usually has a meltdown of how she already misses Dada and Leah resumes banging on the pantry door for more food. But recently, the one thing that has been the best distraction from this and starts our girl days off strong are little yoga sessions. Mya takes out her yoga mat with this book and takes us through some “moves.” Leah pretty quickly ends up cozying up in the beanbag with another book, but Mya leads our yoga session and it’s always one of my favorite parts of our mornings together.
A couple weeks ago we met my Mom at a yoga studio and she helped us
play document some of our favorite poses. My Mom is conveniently an Iyengar yoga instructor, so we pretty much have it made in the sense that she knows what to do and how to do it the right way. Since I can barely touch my toes, we keep it simple. These are our 5 favorite yoga poses for kids. I made myself look smarter by googling the sanskrit names and including them too:
I’m embarrassed to even admit this, and even though I’m exposing my absent mindedness, here we go: Recently, I left my pocketbook– containing all my credit cards, ID, ev-er-y-thang– in a shopping cart, left the store, and only realized I’d lost it until the next morning. Twice. And both times– by some grace of God– two beyond kind strangers turned them in to lost-and-found; and I’m wondering how I could get so lucky. Moral of the story: I need to get my $hit together and I need to use a bag that I wear… so that maybe I won’t leave it in a shopping cart. :/
And as I packed yesterday for a 3 day trip with the girls, it got me to think about what I really need and want in my every day mom bag. Diapers and wipes and tissues are of course the must-haves. But here are some recent finds that might make days a bit easier, prettier, more fun, and organized.
As of late, Mya’s been super attention seeking. Most of it is for negative attention– ie “Mama, I’m picking my nails” or “Mama, when I was supposed to be doing quiet time I jumped off my nightstand.” Which explains the loud thump and tells me that we need to secure furniture to walls. And as much as it hurts my heart to see her out of her usual happy-go-lucky state, I know it’s just a stage and she’s still adjusting to life as a big sister. On the weekends, we try to make more time for one-on-one with her; and a couple weekends ago, Derek took Mya out for some extra special “Daddy time.” Leah and I tagged along at the beginning to snap some pics of them “dressed up all fancy,” but then we left them to do their own thing. Here’s how we (but mostly Derek) made the day extra special:
Over half way to the weekend and that’s definitely a reason to celebrate. It’s been meltdown city over here because Derek’s been traveling. And Leah wanted to play with Mya’s stuffed dog. So yeah, it’s been pretty traumatic. I’m soooo looking forward to the weekend for one huge reason: Derek and I are going to Manhattan to celebrate our anniversary… kid free! It’s our first time away together since Leah was born and I canNOT wait! I’m already stupid anxious about being away from Leah for the first time overnight, but I know she’ll be more than okay at NanaPapa’s. But until our little weekend getaway, I’m choosing to forget things like Mya poking Leah in the eye and focus on sweeter moments like Mya pushing a pillow up by the window, just so Leah could see outside.
“Good vibes” is my current mantra, so this shirt is calling my name.
I might be 5+ years behind everyone else and the essential oils craze, but I went to an introductory class, got the starter kit, and have been diffusing ever since. I don’t know enough to “sell” you on it, but I will say that our house smells amazing. My friend Emily does know a lot, so if you’re interested, just shoot me an email at holler@theMADcreative.com and I’ll send you her info.
Follow @stevint on instagram. Every one of his photos gives me peace… and makes me want to travel the world. And then Derek would tell you to follow @pickle.the.pig because of this video alone. He’s trying to train Leah to do the same. Oof.
Only the funniest cookbook of all time. I seriously laugh every time I read it. I guess it’s all good until Mya can read and then we won’t be able to cook together while using it.
Reading this book and this book to Leah all. the. time. We got them for Mya because they’re much more her age, but for whatever reason, Leah is hooked on them. She’ll sit with me in the beanbag for a legit 45 minutes soaking it all in. And if I don’t fall asleep… she’s totally happy. 😉
Good vibes, friends. Good vibes.
Back in high school, Derek and his two brothers started a tradition whenever they went to Colorado to camp and hike: they took a troll and once they reached the top of a mountain, they would snap a pic with their colorful haired friend. When I saw My Gnome on the Roam, I was instantly reminded of Derek’s troll and knew it could be a fun way to document our family trips too. Last weekend, we stayed close to home and took “Rupert” (our gnome) geocaching– something I’ve been wanting to try with Mya for awhile… and with the help of Rupert, it was such a fun adventure!
Let’s be totally real here and admit that kids “helping” you cook isn’t helping you at all. Doing twice as many dishes and prepping a meal at half the pace isn’t making anyone’s life any easier. But it brings them joy, so that’s why we let them scoop out the flour, leaving a trail of it until they (finally) dump it in the bowl. I do love cooking with Mya, but most days I just need to whip up something quick because when hunger strikes, it strikes hard. The food prep times when I welcome Mya’s help more, though, are when we picnic. Building a sandwich or stacking fruit and cheese kabobs is a lot easier than baking something from scratch. Suddenly, you’re a lot less frazzled when you don’t need 15 ingredients and precise measurements. With the help of PlanetBox, we’ve put together a how-to list to be picnic prepared.
Can you believe that when I first met Derek, he had never seen a Pixar animated movie? Like he hadn’t seen Toy Story. It was almost a deal breaker for our relationship. But I eventually got over it and gave him another chance. 😉 Because I don’t care how old you are, those movies are classics. (Mya and I are currently obsessed with Moana.) And little did I know, children’s books would also become a love of mine.
Our little life is getting a whole lot more active with Leah on the move. Derek puts it into the perfect visual: You know in the movie “Step Brothers,” where Will Ferrell and John C. Reilly are sleepwalking, stumbling around, throwing shit everywhere? That’s Leah. All day every day. (In case you missed it or want a refresher, here is the clip.) And Mya’s the one following her around picking up her messes, saying over and over again “Leah, we don’t do this. You’re making a mess. Please stop this.” So that’s what we’re dealing with in a nutshell. Luckily, we were able to break out of the house and enjoy the weather a bit. Fresh air was a total game changer.
Last weekend, we were running errands and decided to be spontaneous and took the girls out to a nice lunch. Yes, we like to live on the edge. 😉 We sat in a booth to “trap” them in and hoped for the best. It always amazes me how sitting at a table in public can be so eventful: excuse us while I wrestle my 1 year old from crawling across the table to suck on a splenda packet, explain the difference between a booth seat and a bouncy house to my 4 year old, and order myself a sweet little sangria. The girls weren’t horrible, but by the end of our 45 minute lunch I was definitely sweating. And sorry-I’m-not-sorry to be mushy mushy, but I kept looking over to Derek, very grateful to have him rally our girls with me in that restaurant… and every other day.
It’s probably because I’m a girl Mom, but the florals, all shades red, any heart craft, and everything XOXO are out in full force. We don’t go crazy on gifts for the girls on Heart Day, but I did
pick up order the wooden heart bead set because I know Mya will love it. I also use this holiday to be a bit more practical than intended. Instead of buying chocolates and flowers (although, that’s still welcome in our home, Derek 😉 ), I’m on the hunt for the girls’ Spring rain gear. And with a bit of shopping around, I found some sweet deals.
Who would’ve thought that one of my favorite gifts received in the past couple years is a kitchen appliance– a pressure cooker. I guess that means I’m all grown up now. Or lame. Probably the latter, but I don’t even care because this appliance has made dinners easier and so tasty. At first, I was kind of intimidated to use the thing and it sat on our counter for a good month. Growing up, I remember my Mom’s pressure cooker spitting out hot water and steam for a good portion of the day and her wedging a wooden spoon in the top valve for the release, always hoping that it wouldn’t shoot off and punch a hole in the ceiling. Yeah, no thanks. Pass. But as it turns out, the design of these babies has come a long way since then and they’re super safe.