An Ode to Adultier Adults

Have you ever been in an extra large situation? One of those situations where as soon as it happens, you look around like…

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One of those situations where you think to yourself, “What the (H-e-double hockey sticks) do I do now?” I’ll tell you, you look for an adultier adult, that’s what you do. If you don’t have an adultier adult on hand; you call your designated adultier adult immediately so they can tell you what to do. If they don’t answer… you call them again… and again… just ask my mom; She’s my designated adultier adult. Many a time I have called my mom when I am facing a large situation-

Ryker just got stung in the face by a yellow jacket, what do I do? Call mom.

Ryker just woke up raspy with a barking cough, what do I do? Call mom.

My car is out of gas, what do I do? Call mom.

My head hurts, can’t see out of my right eye, and my right arm is going numb, am I having a stroke, what do I do? Hyperventilate and Call mom.

and also a million not so large situations-

I need an oil change, how do I schedule that? Call mom.

How many minutes do I cook a potato for in the microwave, I don’t know? Better call mom.

What the heck is dextrose and why is it in my cake mix? Oh, I bet mom would know! Gonna give her a call.

You get the picture…

Adultier adults make the world go round. None of us would be able to function without them- atleast I know I wouldn’t.  They give us (or help us come to) the calm, rational solution to all of our problems big and small. Who is your adultier adult? Who do you bounce ideas off of? Who do you call when you are in a pickle, down in the dumps, or just need a shoulder to cry on? THAT person is your designated adultier adult!

Oh adultier adults, you keep us from loosing our minds. You are calm and collected when the world around us is insanity! You are the often overlooked superheroes of society… and we thank you!

Have you hugged your adultier adult today?

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#MomLife is the BEST life.

It’s quite embarrassing how long it’s been since I have written a blog post… I PINKY PROMISE that I am still alive, at least partially – I’ve been momming. To all of you moms out there, that is more than enough explanation. To those of you who aren’t moms, let me just put it this way…

Imagine going through labor > pushing for an hour > out *pops* (more like slides… but we won’t get into that) a tiny screaming human > they hand you the tiny human and then BAM that tiny human is solely your responsibility for the next 18 years… *MINDBLOWN*. In my case, my tiny human had some serious sleep aversions (until 14-ish months) and refused any type of bottle. On top of easily passing as a cast member from The Walking Dead… add about
1,080 poopy diapers,
950 “WHAT IS IN YOUR MOUTHs”,
560 loads of laundry,
552 “PLEASE DON’T BITE MEs”,
540 Baths & Bedtimes,
302 “RYKER, DON’T CLIMB ON THE *insert multiple items*,
247 Avocados peeled and sliced,
199 “NO YOU HAVE TO KEEP YOUR DIAPER ONs”,
90 nights of colic,
64 lost socks in target,
60 bumped heads,
45 pinched fingers,
7 snotty nose colds,
2 trips to the emergency room
& 1 yellow jacket sting to the face.
(I know there’s a lot more but, I forgot, because I cant remember anything these days). Now you get the picture. This, This right here is #Momlife.

BUT #Momlife is the absolute best life there is. I have come to understand, with being a mom comes a level of maturity and selflessness that is unmatched. You suddenly transition into truly caring about someone else more than yourself in every way possible. For some, this transition is harder than others, but once that tiny human has sucked every ounce of selfishness out of you, you’ll look back and be extremely proud of the mom you’ve become. With motherhood also comes a sense of community  between you and other moms. There’s nothing like being in Publix with your kid who happens to be in complete melt down mode and walking past another mom who gives you that look that silently says, “Girl, I got you.” A bond that is unmatched and not reproducible in any other situation.

There’s nothing more rewarding than seeing your little nugget learn something new. Whether it’s the first time you say “Smile, let me see your teethers” and they actually do it or when they learn that you can in fact flush all kinds of things down the toilet… good or bad, everything they learn is rewarding. It means that you have successfully kept them alive with every body part in tact, and they are growing, developing, and maturing into a healthy self-sufficient not so little tiny human. That’s hard work. Moms give yourself a pat on the back or a glass of wine, either will suffice!

All of that being said, I am going to make a 3/4 of the way through the year resolution to write more… because I very much enjoy connecting with you guys! I craft enough for 6 retired women, so why not share my knowledge (err > from trial and error) with everyone!

I’m back ladies! Xoxo

 

 

 

 

Heirloom Recipe Wall

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I love old things. Whether it be old barn wood, old fabric, old furniture, old country music or even old people; I love all things old. China… who wants new china? Slap the word vintage on the front of it and I am all over it like white on rice. Yes, I’m one of THOSE people. Sorry not Sorry. Whats even better than just old things, are old things that used to belong to family members. JACKPOT.

I bring you our heirloom recipe wall!

From top to bottom:
Homemade Sign – Made from 100-year-old barn wood from my Aunt Kathy’s farm in Illinois; Myrkwood Farm. Hawaiian Sheet Cake – Top left; My husband’s late grandma Pat’s recipe in her handwriting. German Potato Salad  – Top right; My Nonnie’s recipe in her hand writing. If you haven’t had german potato salad it is WONDERFUL. Date Pin Wheels – Bottom left; My Nana’s famous date pinwheel  recipe. THE recipe she was known for, in her handwriting (always cursive because she thought that her print was ugly). Peanut Butter Cookies –  Bottom right; Also, Wes’s grandma Pat’s recipe in her handwriting.

I think its important to keep (and display) reminders of where you came from. Not only to honor those who impacted us so deeply and molded us into who we are… but also to remind us of the things and people who really matter in this busy world that we live in.

Till next time.

Valet Parking for Amateurs

For some people, valet parking is a normal occurrence. For others (I am included in this category), valet parking is a luxury that is rarely taken advantage of. Looking back, I can only remember one other time that my car has been valet parked – my wedding night, so you get the picture.

This past weekend I topped my previous valet parking record and valet parked TWICE, in one day. It was quite an experience. I had appointments at 2 hotels downtown to do updos for the Cotton Ball. (I am also a hair stylist, in case you were wondering)

For those of you that don’t know what a Cotton Ball is, I’ll tell you all that I know. From what I gathered in my time listening to conversations during my updo appointments, it is a debutante ball. The girls wear all white dresses (they HAVE to be white, not ivory) and white gloves – the whole shebang. There’s a queen each year, but I am not completely sure how she’s chosen. The girls are introduced, and then I heard something about doing the waltz… That’s all I know. It sounds like something that happens in movies – I’m picturing the scene in Princess diaries where Michael shows up to surprise Mia and they dance the night away. Who knows if my fantasy is correct.

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Anyways, back to my valet parking story.

Have you ever done something where you don’t want to look like you have no idea what you are doing… so you try to fake it… but really, you have no idea what you are doing? That’s me with valet parking. I pull up to the first hotel, and get into the line of cars next to the sign that says “Valet Parking”… Do I stay in my car?… Do I get out and hand someone my keys?… Do I get out and leave the car running?… I opted for sitting in my car for a minute, until I saw the valet guy awkwardly looking at me. Staying in the car was apparently not the right choice out of my options, so I grabbed my purse and my hair equipment bag and hopped out – leaving the car running. The second choice was better (Mental note: when valet parking, pull up and get out instead of sitting in the car looking like a loser…GOT IT!)

I went about my hairstyling business. 3 updos and 2 down styles later it was time to go back down to the dreaded Valet. Valet ticket in hand, I made my way down the elevator to the parking booth. I handed the guy my ticket and he started walking towards the parking garage. I figured while he was gone I would get caught up on my social media on my phone. Then I hear from across the roundabout, Ma’am… (of course I am not paying attention)… louder, Ma’am…. (still not paying attention) … now, almost yelling, Hello Ma’am… Finally I looked up and the valet guy is standing there with my car. How embarrassing. I apologized, tipped and left.

I am a TERRIBLE valet parker. I’m sure everyone around was looking at me going “she sure doesn’t do this often”. Exactly what I was trying to avoid.

My last appointment for the day was at another fancy hotel… with valet parking (oh boy). I pull up, get out (leaving the car running), get my ticket, and make my way into the elevator like a pro. YES! I finish my last updo, head back down to the valet. I hand the guy my keys and he’s off to get my car. I make sure to leave the social media alone this time around- so he wont have to be yelling at me from across the drive like the last valet (#facepalm). He pulls up and I go to get in my car, almost home free without embarrassing myself at this hotel when the valet says, “Well, I emptied your… um, Car-Can, for you… that’s actually really smart to put a trash can in your car”. THHHANNNKKKSSS. Of course he had never seen a trash can in a car before, I’m sure people that drive Bentleys, BMWs, and Teslas don’t have “Car-cans”. Yet again, embarrassed by valet parking.

I have to say – if I have the choice again, although I appreciated the convenience of the valet, I’ll probably just park my own car 🙂

PS, as a side-note, how great an idea is a Car-can? You can throw your drive-through trash away, cans, cups, all the stuff that normally takes over the car… just throw it in the Car-can. For those of us who have children, it could also double as a puke bucket. Just saying. I think its a brilliant idea. All cars should really have them as standard equipment.

First Baby Surprises – New Mom to New Mom

First Baby Surprises

 

When I was pregnant with RykeTheTyke, I had a notion in my head on how I thought everything would go. A sort of “visions of sugarplums danced in their heads” type of perception. You know, the type of labor and delivery that you see in movies. The mommy is glowing with her hair done and makeup on. She practically sneezes and the baby comes shooting out. The nurses lay the baby on her tan chest (that just happens to be perfectly clear of acne). The baby smiles and looks at his mother like she’s the greatest thing he’s ever seen. They share a blissful first nursing session: that goes seamlessly might I add. Then, 48 hours later they are on their way home to start their new life together. We can’t forget the fact that mom is back to her old self by the end of the week.

WHAT A PUNCH IN THE FACE REALITY IS.

My reality was… Ryker didn’t want to come out, so I was induced. I went into the hospital at 10pm looking like a swollen whale that just went through puberty, covered in hormonal acne (though my very supportive and loving mom would tell you otherwise). Pitocin sucks, at least it did for me. My contractions were doing what the nurses called “piggybacking”, the contractions came back to back without any space in between. The nurses kept upping my Pitocin to get them to spread out… with no avail. My water was broken by my doctor with one of those little hook things. Without the cushion of the water the contractions hurt even more. I tried to be really nice to the epidural guy, only for him to rudely say “you wont even remember me tomorrow”, well ok? I pushed for over an hour and about that time I could feel my epidural wearing off. I could feel his shoulders come out & my doctor stitching me up afterwords. Ryker cried for the first hour and a half he was alive. Our first nursing session was far from blissful. I had NO IDEA what I was doing and it turns out, some babies don’t latch right, who knew. You know no pain until you have to nurse a baby on nipples that have been through a wood chipper.

We ended up having to stay an extra day because Ryker’s breathing was too fast, during that time no one would tell us WHY him breathing fast was a problem. Also during that time, the nurses were saying they were going to have to discharge me and send me home without my baby. Needless to say, CRAZY MOMMY came out. Then after 72 hours, and nothing actually wrong with Ryker, we were headed home. We were scared to death & we had NO IDEA what in the world we were going to do with this tiny human who now relied on us for everything.

ALL OF THAT BEING SAID… I BRING YOU “First Baby Surprises – What I Wish Someone Would Have Told Me” from my perspective. In chronological order, because organization is KEY 🙂

  1. Be Aware of Pain Medicine in Your IV- After my contractions were piggybacking, my doctor decided to give me some pain medicine in my IV to help me relax and possibly get some sleep. I agreed because, hey, sleep sounded nice, and I was in a lot of pain, so why not. BIG MISTAKE. For someone who has never taken any type of serious pain medicine before. I was not used to the effect that heavy narcotics have on you. As soon as she pushed that syringe of fluid into my IV, I was sure I WAS GONG TO DIE. That was the end, I was going to stop breathing. I made my nurse, Kerri, sit on the couch in our room to make sure I didn’t. Talk about HIGH AS A KITE. I now see new why people get addicted to that stuff- it’ll knock you on your butt in about 2.5 seconds.
  2. Be Very Nice to Your Nurses- For some reason I thought the doctor would be the one doing most of the work, ya know since you pay him the big bucks. No, the nurses are the ones that do practically everything other than cutting ya, catching the baby, and stitching ya up. You’ll see the doctor for 15 minutes tops. Your nurses are your girls. All of that being said, you should bring them a gift- this was ours:nurse gift
  3. Tar Baby Poop-  I had heard that newborn poop looked like tar, but i figured that was an exaggeration… surely it’s just really dark brown. No, Its BLACK, Sticky, Slimy, and smells quite odd.
  4. Everyone Mashing on your Stomach- For 2 days after you give birth, Every nurse/ doctor that comes in the room will push as hard as they can on your stomach to push the excess fluid out. Your stomach muscles are already sore from, oh ya know, pushing a baby out. Why not mash on it some more for good measure.
  5. The Diaper Popsicle Sunday Contraption- The first time you get up to pee (which is much more difficult than you think, in every way possible), the nurses will teach you how to make a frozen diaper sunday for your lady bits. Whoever came up with this is a genius. Once you have it on, you might feel like a 2 year old in a pull up doing the cowboy walk, but it’s totally worth it. They will be your best friend.
  6. Breast Feeding in the Hospital- If you choose to breastfeed, you will be amazed at how normal it becomes to just whip your boob out in front of the doctors and nurses to feed your baby. Its like magic. Your baby starts crying and without even realizing it, your boob is already out ready to feed baby- without missing a beat in your conversation with the nurse. Now that I am out of the hospital, do I just whip it out in front of people, No. The hospital is like this strange breastfeeding bubble.
  7. Unexpected Visitors at the Hospital- When there’s a new baby in town, people come out of the woodworks to see them. People you never expected to come will be there, and some of the people you did expect to come, wont. Just roll with it. Most people come bearing goodies, like yummy food, which is also a nice surprise!
  8. Waking Baby Up to Eat- I assumed that if baby was hungry, he would wake up to eat, right? Wrong. The first night in the hospital, the nurses scared me to death. “If he doesn’t wake up after 3 hours you need to wake him up to eat, after 4 hours we have to take his blood sugar to make sure he’s okay”, like he was gonna shrivel up into a raisin or something! You best bet at 3 hours I had all of his clothes off, blowing on him, wiping  him down with a wipe. After an hour and a half he was still asleep. Thankfully, he didn’t shrivel up into a raisin.
  9.  Cluster Feeding- Oh Boy that second night at the hospital, things were different. Instead of not waking up to eat; the kid ate ALL NIGHT LONG. I’m talking- eat eat eat- 15 minute break- wake up screaming, on repeat, ALL NIGHT LONG. This is called cluster feeding and babies do it to either get your milk to come in or to make you produce more if they are about to go through a growth spurt. Be prepared 🙂
  10. Newman’s Cream- Whoever created Newman’s nipple cream is on the same level of genius as the person who created the diaper popsicle sunday. Lanolin-Shmanolin, Newman’s is the holy grail of all nipple creams. I don’t know what is in it but, it heals almost instantly. You can be dying from a bad latch at the end of a feeding & then by the beginning of the next feeding you are golden. If they don’t send you home with a prescription for it, ask for one. It will save you.
  11. Bringing Home Baby- Walking in the door of your house with your new baby is the scariest/ most exciting thing you will ever do. You are finally on your own to learn how to be parents. I remember walking into our house, setting the baby carrier down on the floor and looking at my husband like “Soooo, what do I do now”.
  12. The First Couple of Weeks Are Harder than You Imagined- You thought you would be sleep deprived; little did you know just how sleep deprived you would be. The first couple of weeks are what I call survival mode.Like the zombie apocalypse, you are just trying to survive. You will cry, sometimes for no reason at all. Its inevitable and normal. It is normal to sit back and think to yourself, “what in the world have I done”, but just remember this too shall pass. I cried multiple nights because I just wanted to be able to be a wife and do wife things like cook dinner.  The change from just a wife to-> wife and mommy 24/7 is SO HARD. It was for me at least. It does get better and easier though. You will get the swing of things and absolutely LOVE it.
  13. Bathroom Talk- You will no longer be able to get through a conversation without talking about the baby’s gas, poop, or spit up. This is what your life consists of now & you feel like everyone should be as concerned about it as you are. Just wait, you’ll see.
  14. Bathing a Newborn- After the umbilical cord falls off, you’ll get the OK from the doctor to start bathing your newborn. Little do you know, there is nothing easy about this task. Theres the perfect water temperature, the bathroom heater (so they don’t get cold), not getting water into their little eyes, and magically your baby will turn into one of those plastic tube toys thats filled with water that are impossible to hold onto. Yeah, Those things.slippery-water-snake-177-p
  15. Oh The Places You’ll Go: Whilst Holding Your Infant- You will figure out how to do pretty much everything one handed. Fixing dinner? One handed. Opening a jar of peanut butter? One handed. Gotta get dressed? Pants on, zipped, and buttoned all with one hand. You will figure out how to do the impossible. Rock on one handed super-mom 🙂