Saturday, December 14, 2013

Target Favorites + $25 Gift Card Giveaway


Christmas is right around the corner, and while I am wrapping up {literally} the last minute gifts, there are still some on that Santa list at Target that I just can't pass up with all the deals going on! Right now, select toys are buy 1 get 1 50% off!And then of course there are just the big item "Santa" toys that I know will make my girl's eyes just pop out from excitement on Christmas morning. On second thought, maybe mama will play Santa after all.

And even when not shopping for the kids, Target has tons of cyber deals going on this week that I've been able to snatch! It's the one place that I can shop for all members of the family.



And because it's the season of giving, Target is giving one of you lucky readers a $25 gift card! 
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Wednesday, December 11, 2013

The time a complete stranger {a man} made me cry


We wake up early this morning. Too early. Elliana wanted to be up and at em at the crack of dawn and hurry downstairs for her usual request of a "banana, cereal bar, and cereal." I, on the other hand, wanted to be able to sleep in as long as possible. In other words, until the baby woke up. So somehow I was able to convince the toddler to just close her eyes and suck her thumb a little while longer. She does as requested.
It wasn't much longer before I heard little noises come out of Graham's room. It seems as though in the mornings, when he sleeps in long enough, he always wakes up happy and chit chats to himself for quite some time. Not exactly how wake ups go come nap time though. Anywho, Elliana screeched as soon as she heard his voice and ran quickly to his room where she jumps on his crib and starts hugging and kissing on him. And by hugging, I mean choking the life out of him.
That's when he pleads for mercy and yells for mama. I scoop him up, and kiss on those adorable sweet baby cheeks.
We proceed to do our morning routine. Brush teeth. Wash faces. Change diaper. Get dressed. Throw dirty laundry down the stairs. Make a bed, or two. Head downstairs and eat breakfast. The kids eat breakfast that is. Me? I think I eat a cake pop {or three}.
After realizing that we had no {real} food left in our fridge, and only the scraps left from the party the previous weekend, it was quickly decided that a trip to Trader Joe's was much needed. And as soon as I told the toddler this, she was more than excited and ready to go find the monkey. That's all she ever talks about when she hears the mention of TJ's. "I go find the monkey and I get a lolli-pop, or cereal bar." So finding the monkey we went.
I had a lot on my mind driving to the store. I thought about the night before when I had lost my cool with Elliana. I had worked the night before, was running on little sleep, and my tolerance level was at the lowest of lows. And defiance was at its highest. So naturally, after an hour of trying to get her to go to sleep, I lost it, I yelled, and I was not the parent I wanted to be in that moment. She fell asleep. And it ate me inside. I went back in and held her, rocked her, and kissed her. I told her I'm sorry so many times and I love you, and I would wake her so she could hear me. She would just mumble back "It's okay" and "Love you too." I held my baby and I just wanted to take all my anger and frustration back. It wasn't her fault I was running on little sleep. It wasn't her fault that I was overworked or tired. It wasn't her fault that she was merely being a typical three year old. And it also wasn't my fault that I was human and made a mistake.
Yet, it still bothered me. But today was a new day, a better day, and it had been going great.
We got to the store, and after getting them out of their carseats,  I  bundled them up in their thick winter coats, hats, and mittens. I carried G while holding E's hand and we got our designated carts. G plopped in the big cart, and E got her baby cart. Can I mention here how much I love TJ's for that. For allowing Toddlers to be a part of the shopping experience. Although it can be frustrating at times, this time wasn't one of them. She followed me around the store and listened to my instructions. She went up to the worker and told her that the monkey was in the barrel, proudly. She got her cereal bar and even managed to push her cart and eat her bar at the same time. Proving me wrong after I told her that that would be a hard task to handle. She's a big girl and it's hard for me to accept it.
I check out. Graham at this point had enough of sitting in the cart so I pick him up {bundled up and all}. And then I bag the groceries while E stands next to me. We make jokes with the cashier, who at first, told me that my bill was $100 more than it was. Mini-heart attack. We wave him goodbye, and he smiles at me real big {why is it that TJ employees are always so happy by the way}, and while holding G in one hand, pushing the cart in another, and having E hold onto my jacket, I hear something come out of this man's mouth. Something that I didn't even grasp until I was almost out the door...
 
"You're doing a great job mom."
And I have tears in my eyes as I write this. Just as I got tears in my eyes as I walked outside, and just as I had tears in my eyes as I was driving home. Not just a litte watery, I'm talking running down my face, need some tissues type tears.
I'm not sure why his words affected me so much. How a complete stranger just made a grown woman break down like that. Not sure how or why that happens. But I am so grateful it did. Because it just reminded me of something that I needed to be saying to myself today. That I'm doing a great job, the best job, that I possibly can as a mom. I'll never get it right the first time every time. I may not always know the answer or the best route to go. I may feel defeated, tired, and regretful. But always, always, am I doing the best with each situation.
And by the time I got home and got the kids out of the car, carried the groceries inside, and starting preparing lunch, I had a new outlook on the day. I stopped beating myself up over the night before and reminded myself it was a new day. A new day to be the best and do the best for my children. 
And I smiled while I stood in the kitchen preparing my daughter's lunch.We need to do this more often.Remind moms what a great job they are doing.

Even moms we don't even know.
If you're a mom out there, listen to me.... you're doing a great job. 
Each and every day. You love your children? You work hard for your children? You sacrifice for your children? You grow and learn because of your children?

Then?

You're doing a great job.

Tuesday, December 10, 2013

Things My Parents Used to Tell Me

Growing up, did your parents ever say funny things to you? Myths. Little tricks to keep you from doing something, or bribes to get you to do something else. Did they tell you these "big made up stories" or wives tales that you believed for many many years? You may still. I'm sure most people even grew up still thinking some of those things were true, and I bet others even went on to pass it along to their children.

My siblings and I will find ourselves in conversation over the phone, or over Christmas dinner, laughing about bits and pieces of our childhood and the things that our parents used to say to us.


For us, these were actually happy memories and surprisingly...I wasn't scarred by this whole idea of parents "lying" to their children.


Here are a few off the top of my head:


1. Don't drink the creek water. Tadpoles swim in there and will take over your insides.

2. Watermelon seeds. Make sure you spit them out. If you don't, you will have watermelons growing in your belly. Anytime I had a belly ache when I was older {we are talking pre-teens here}, I truly believed that I had a watermelon growing inside me. I didn't want to actually ask my mom if this was true because by asking would be me admitting that I did in fact eat the seeds.

3. Umbrella. Don't open one in the house. If you do, you'll have bad luck. Life will rain on you.

4. Stepping over someone. Don't do it. If you do, they will not grow.

5. Peeing in pool. I'm pretty sure everyone was told this at one point or another when swimming in a public {or private} pool. No peeing allowed. If you pee, it will turn red and everyone in the pool will know that you did it.

6. Swallowing gum. Always spit it out. If you don't, it will only accumulate throughout the years and then a doctor will have to go in and do surgery to remove the pile of gum. I also remember my brother having some sort of surgery when I was little and my mom telling me "It's because he swallowed too much gum." Needless to say, I never swallowed another piece ever again.

7. Don't lick knives. It brings on bad luck/bad health. Something bad.

8.  Don't let other girls try on your engagement ring. Bad luck for the marriage.

I'm trying to think of more, but of course whenever you sit to think about something, it doesn't exactly come to you. Not the way you want it to, at least. I'm even tempted to call my mom and ask her. She'll probably think I'm crazy and tell me all of those things are real truthful statements. And me, at 27, will probably still believe her.

The other day I was trying to get Elli to get in the car and she was of course pre-occupied with something, and that's when I told her that if she didn't get in the car the spider on the ground would eat her. She giggled, and her distraction miraculously went away and just like that she got in the car. I thought to myself...did I just lie to her? Truly, I battled this one for a moment. A brief moment. And then I quickly realized how serious this world has become. And how foolish for me to fall into this trap of being some perfect mom trying to raise some perfect child and doing it in the most perfect way. And that telling her a spider will eat her will result in her growing up to hate me one day. At three, she knew better than that. I imagine at 27---she will then too.

I mean, for goodness sakes, telling your children about the idea of Santa is a big fat lie and it is viewed as "damaging" to the child and your relationship with that child. Really? That's what our world has come to? That the idea of a Santa is going to be the deciding factor on what will or will not damage our children? What about everything else out there. Does none of that matter? We are going to base their future simply one a fib, a "lie," a tradition that brings families together and provides moments of bonding? What about x,y, and z.

Andrew and I have had the conversation about "lying to our children" and we have always said that we will be 100% honest when they ask us questions. This includes Santa--if they ask, we tell, if they don't ask we keep on pretending. If they ask about what sex is---we tell {what is age appropriate at the time}. If they ask us about something bad that happened to someone else---we tell {what is age appropriate at the time}. Another thing we have said from day one is that we won't say the words "I promise..." as that is something that we never want to not be able to do if something were to occur. Other than that? Watermelon seeds growing in your belly, spiders eating you if you don't get in the car, licking knives is bad for your health, and anything else that sounds silly and ridiculous---that's all fair game.

Man, I hope my kids read this one day and I hope they laugh. I hope that they have that magic and fire in them to not take things so seriously, and to find humor and fun in the little things in life. And I surely hope, and know, that our relationship will be much bigger and stronger than that. That with all the things that are messed up in this world, with all the damaging things that are happening to children out there, with all the pain and suffering going on, that little fibs and jokes won't be one of those on the list.

Kids---- don't be so serious all the time. Find magic where you can. Make rainbows and sunshine out of the memories you create. Tell jokes. Tell fibs. Dream big. Don't settle. Think outside the box, and please please don't ever lose your laughter and imagination. Hold onto that when you need it the most. Look toward that when you need strength. And always believe.

 It's not about what's real, or what's physically there, or what's technically true, it's what is deep within your heart and mind. Which to me? Is bigger than anything else out there.



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