Tuesday, April 15, 2014

"I like the way you shirk ...

... your duties, Mom."

Today I made the difficult executive decision to nap instead of blog during the kids naps. Simace was up late doing a little thing they like to call, "rifle through a million important pieces of mail and um .... taxes". I know we're not alone .... diligents unite. And for the first time in my adult life all of a sudden I've developed the bizarre ability to nap and so ... I've been capitalizing like a fiend.

I assumed all the kids were sleeping like the little cherubs that they are until Julia came and woke me up and wanted to talk baby names. Somehow we got on the topic of cookies (weird ... ) and decided to make a batch when I noticed ...

... and when I asked the little Pabla Picassa how the murals came to be she responded,

Julia: oh! this??
Julia: oh, it's a funny sing
Julia: welllll, my shadow did it



and Simon, your fortifying dinner is served ... just as soon as you address the two diapers your heirs have waiting for you at their post in the great outdoors (slash back porch).

Monday, April 14, 2014

37 weeks

skirt: old Nordstrom Rack {similar}
necklace: eBay
shirt: Target
bag: c/o Lily Jade
clogs: c/o Moheda
maternity support tank holding everything in 
(not pictured, you're welcome!!): c/o Blanqi

tuh-tuh-tuh-tuh-TERM, baby. 
Not to be confused with FULL term (just like 20 weeks is not 5 months pregnant, 24 weeks is not six months pregnant, and 32 weeks does not 8 months pregnant make .... hey! we all have our vices and welcome to a few of mine).

Hmmm ... what to wax rambly about today ....
Well, I'm feeling fine! Mostly. I would place a lot of cash on the fact that this will be our biggest baby yet. My mom's fourth child was 10 pounds even (and I'm sure a lot of you can top that but AH ... that scares me a little/a lot - it scares me a lot) and she had had all 7 pounders up until then so ... I'm just preparing for doomsday. Logically, it makes perfect sense. 

Every single stranger that I encounter out in the public sphere that can stop staring at the circus that is the kids + the belly long enough to make a coherent sentence (but seriously! the stares lately .... I guess I don't blame people but I do check to make sure I'm wearing pants with the looks the peoples give) have all voted with great GREAT confidence that this baby is definitely a girl. So ... we'll see! I'm feeling very similar to how I felt with Theo right about now and I was oh SO sure he was a she ... but we all know time will tell. 

All day, every day and every other sentence that comes out of her mouth Julia asks, "sooo what do you sink we should name the baby?" and so I pose the question to her and she makes up some 89 syllable word (keekeekookoohahalaladumbo) and cracks herself RIGHT up. And then she turns to Theo and asks him and he says, "da!" like he says for everything and Julia solemnly says, "fine, we'll name her 'da'".  

Lord help this little baby if it's a boy. Julia might never forgive him. 

I'm stuck in that weird place that is being ready for the baby to come and knowing that life is skating riiiiiight along easy street compared to life with a newborn. Simon still has four more interviews to tango with so ... I'm just mostly praying the timing works out. If I have to take the kids up to labor + delivery on my own ... well, I had better have some pretty sweet swag bags for the poor nurses that have to hang with the camplets until Simon magically appears. Because he will. I know't.

Anyway ... if you want to scare me with your, "biggest baby" stories ... I'm all eyes and ears over here. Otherwise ... there's always the birth story link-up (267 stories! holy placenta!) that I've been scouring in the middle of the night because something has to keep the insomnia and jar of peanut butter company. And that something is them.

Oh! and for kicks!
37 weeks with Bash
35.5 weeks with J
37 weeks with Theo

Sunday, April 13, 2014

potty training: the aftermath {and will the real mom blogger please stand UP}

Straight forward disclosure from me to you: it's a big, bad sponsored post! I still used my usual brain to write it, though. Last time I threw one of these down it was about diapers (and I learned that my fellow mother hens have strong opinions about diaper brands ... as they should) because diapers are kind of like the 6th member of our family right now so it made sense to type (and type and type) about them. 

I didn't think the today's content (despite the hilarious commercials) was necessarily the best fit for our family but then I read a tiny bit more about the product and came to my senses. I solemnly swear that I will not be blogging about feminine hygiene products .... ever. If I do ... boycott the Camp for GOOD, please. Disclosure done.

So! Let's begin.

Julia is pretty much completely potty trained.

I do throw a safety net by way of a diaper on her for naps and bedtime only because I'm not the biggest fan of urine saturated sheet roulette but by my low standards: she's potty trained. Aside from the terribly timed, "I riddy riddy need to go to the rastroom" announcements that are never not trumpeted in some sort of inconvenient public situation ... I prefer potty trained to not. My only teeny tiny complaint would be that after she makes a certain visit of the second variety to the ladies room ... she lacks the understanding that a very thorough cleaning job should be completed and always has to be talked into getting a little help from mom or dad. Or Sebastian ... but that never goes over well. I know that's perfectly normal. Maybe there are gifted little three-year-olds out there that get it and do the wiping thing with ease and flying colors but I would imagine it's not the norm.

I could just send her in with a pack of baby wipes but ....

... plus our toilet is ancient and temperamental and does not tolerate shenanigans of any sort.

:::::::: trumpets ::::::::::

Enter the Cottonelle Flushable Cleansing Cloths.

They break up after flushing and are completely toilet and septic safe, don't have a strong or flowery scent that I tend to hate, and are most definitely helping Julia forge onward toward complete potty training independence.

No, they don't 100% insure perfection every single time but paired with Cottonelle's Clean Care Toilet Paper ...
{for the visual learners - a visual aid}

... they've helped immensely and I have a feeling that when I'm tethered to the couch with a nursling in several weeks ... I'll be really grateful for the extra help in the, "Julia needs halp!!!" department.

Other unconventional {and probably unintended} uses for the cloths:
+ phone screen cleaner. the best on the market ... and I've tried them all.
+ eye makeup remover
+ nose wiper (Julia has terrible allergies and our delicate flower claims that everything - even baby wipes - hurts her chapped nose - and so far ... all good with the Cottonelle Cloths)
+ and my absolute favorite: mom's fake-a-shower helper ... let's elaborate on that a bit because I'm curious how other moms handle the old shower conundrum. It seems like the classic hallmark of new motherhood is never being able to shower and 3.5 years later ... it's still an issue over here. It's not uncommon for me to stop and wonder when the last time I showered WAS exactly.

This was one of those days. 

Stereotypical to the maximum. I've resigned myself to showering at night after the kids have done down but I hate when it cuts into time with Simon and I hate going to bed with damp hair (and I hate the 25 minutes it takes to fully blow dry my locks). C'est la rough, rough life for Grace. Any tips are appreciated, as always. You always pull through. But in the mean time ... I'll be faking showers left and right with the help of my favorite hair powder and of course ... Cottonelle cloths.

In conclusion ...
Thanks a million for reading.
Thanks a trillion for clicking. {coupon here}
And thanks a zillion for shower scheduling advisement.

Saturday, April 12, 2014

your name tag should read, "inspiring" + the best of the intangible web

Well I'd just like to take one sweet moment to curse each and every one of you overachieving nesters for all of your comments on Thursday's post. Nothing like reading about everyone else's productivity (painting rooms! washing walls! multiple freezer meals!) to make me feel like gum on a sidewalk and get my incubator in gear. Consequently my sweaty and overworked washer and dryer dictated this message from them to you: DIE.

I'm probably just doing the buh-ha-ha-hare minimum that most hardworking housewives do in the weekly housecleaning department but I did entertain the idea of ironing the pillowcases (then cackled and carried on) in the midst of washing every single washable textile on the premises, scrubbing and filling the bathroom handsoap bottles, lugging 10 bags of clothes/toys/toys/toys-to-be-donated out to the car, organizing the pantry (the worst job in the WORLD), eating, eating some more, and confusing the bleep out of Julia who has been watching me not languish on the couch for the first time all week.


Thanks for that.

I'm taking a moment to dab my brow, sip some ice water, and toss some quality links your way.

Laura wrote an entire series on blogging (and I eat that sheet up with a serving spoon) and I loved all of her posts but found her post on finding the time to blog especially interesting because finding the time is a little more complicated than just, "cranking out a post while the kids nap" ... and I wish it weren't. Check it.

And while I'm on my favorite topic ... Jenna penned a great list of her five favorite blogging resources. Super helpful - no matter how long you've been at the blogging beast.

It's almost painful to read about working out these days because my swollen state has reduced me to a lot of swaying and modified (hilarious) pilates and waddling but Meg's post on her new work out routine (that works!!) got me really excited to get back in the game after the baby comes.

Tess compiled an awesome list of (FREE) pregnancy apps. Where was that list 4 years ago, Tess? Not on my flip phone ... that's for sure. 

How far would you go to help a friend in need? Well Simcha went above and beyond all y'all when she threw back a little vino and sang, "Let it Go" all in the name of getting Robin's soap making business off the ground. She's still hoping to raise $400 more dollars so if you're in the mood to help a great cause ... go.

Oh, Pinterest. I'm totally falling for this and only have myself to blame when it doesn't work.

Kayla's amazing artichoke recipe almost has me convinced I need to learn how to turn on the grill. Almost.

Soooo .. anxiety-inducing, terrible mood, life hating Theo ...

... has finally been replaced with the Theo of yesteryear this past week. He's back to being a normal independent little 15-month-old that speed crawls around the casita looking for mischief and NOT clinging to my kneecaps while crying a river-o-woe.

I don't want to cast all blame on a piece of jewelry but the timing is certainly eery. Even Simon, who hasn't been home a ton, has noticed a big difference and has agreed that we'll get him refitted for necklaces until he leaves the nest.

And I'm getting carried away as generally do.

I hope you're enjoying the glorious weather and doing something that can be classified as fun. You deserve it.

See you later.