Wednesday, September 11, 2013
Monday, September 9, 2013
Call it in? Yeah
According to our school district Kindergarten students may walk up to 0.1 miles from their house to a bus stop. We are lucky - well unlucky enough to have a bus stop 0.08 miles from our house. We have to walk down a block and a half. This is all fine and dandy right now when the weather is nice - we enjoy going on walks but what happens with I have to bundle and drag two younger kids through the snow and wind to go wait?
Wondering why I'm venting about this? I am venting about this because we were told that if we were to question this arrangement that it wouldn't be considered that's how tight the school district has planned these routes. (That was from "Chatty Bus Stop Dad" - he was rather quick to pop our balloon on that) Whether or not that is true - I will soon find out. I'm venting about this because in the morning and afternoon I watch the Middle School bus stop at the end of our road and pick up the girl across the street. So the Middle School bus stops at the corner that was "assigned" to us as a bus stop and also stops at the corner of our road. MIDDLE SCHOOL. Those are much older kids than my Kindergartener. Making a 5 year old walk across 2 roads and past a fence yard that blocks direct sight of the bus stop and having an oh- 10 year old get to walk 20 steps to another corner?
Am I missing something? Do I have a valid cause for a call? How do you handle bus stop waiting with the little kiddos?
Wondering why I'm venting about this? I am venting about this because we were told that if we were to question this arrangement that it wouldn't be considered that's how tight the school district has planned these routes. (That was from "Chatty Bus Stop Dad" - he was rather quick to pop our balloon on that) Whether or not that is true - I will soon find out. I'm venting about this because in the morning and afternoon I watch the Middle School bus stop at the end of our road and pick up the girl across the street. So the Middle School bus stops at the corner that was "assigned" to us as a bus stop and also stops at the corner of our road. MIDDLE SCHOOL. Those are much older kids than my Kindergartener. Making a 5 year old walk across 2 roads and past a fence yard that blocks direct sight of the bus stop and having an oh- 10 year old get to walk 20 steps to another corner?
Am I missing something? Do I have a valid cause for a call? How do you handle bus stop waiting with the little kiddos?
Tuesday, September 3, 2013
What's more fun than a box - Goodies.co Kid's Box - August 2013
Here is a little video of the Tweedles helping me as we unveiled our first Goodies.co Kid's Box. Needless to say they were very excited and I was pleasantly pleased with yummy goodies stashed inside and for $7 it was well worth it! This is one box to check out if you haven't yet. We are definitely looking forward to September's box!
What was your favorite from this month's box? The Tweedles liked the Tangy Zangy Twisters by Morris National Inc. even if they weren't very sour. They were new and fun.
What was your favorite from this month's box? The Tweedles liked the Tangy Zangy Twisters by Morris National Inc. even if they weren't very sour. They were new and fun.
I purchased this Goodies.co Box and was not compensated in any way.
My opinions are my own.
Monday, September 2, 2013
The 3:45am Conflict
It was 3:45am when I looked at the clock this morning on my way to the bathroom. My body is so sore when I try to get up because of this rib pain that I am sure I will not be able to pin point on the chiro since it's still ongoing three months after the fact. After I got back into bed and settled down into a semi comfortable position the Hubs started to snore. (OY!)
I use to be able to whip my body around a poke him (and when I say poke I really mean jab). I had to carefully move my body around so that I was barely able to wake him to tell him he was snoring. That's when it started. My mind was wide awake but my body wanted nothing more than slumber.
I got mad at the chiro for breaking my rib. Then I got made at work for letting my department go which made me scurry to go to the chiro before my healthy insurance was up which made the chiro break my rib. If my health insurance wasn't in a threat to be up I would have never made it a point to get into the chiro causing this waterfall of pain.
It didn't stop there..., my mind then went to this apparent social need to be in my only sibling's wedding party. My mum is asking me to reconsider. My aunt asked me if I was going to be in it and said I should even if it was going to end up costing our family a ton, under the impression the Hubs and the kids are included as well. I honestly and truly don't understand what the deal is. I feel I can support more and not have to be standing up there in the same dress as 7 other girls toting around some flowers with a prom hair-do. I was in one wedding party and I just did not enjoy myself or have the remote desire to be in another. (And PS - this whole being part of the wedding part bit is way different with the guys verses girls. They get off so easy!)
My mind was just going through so many different things and all I really wanted to do was just sleep. I wanted SLEEP but that's hard to obtain when anger, confusion and wondering fills the brain.
Eventually I ended up downstairs at the dining table just looking at stuff on the internet. Mindless stuff. The clock said 5:54am when I found myself in the living room making some nest with all the pillows on the couch. The next time I looked at the clock it was 7:21am and Big Bro was asking me to help him turn his shirt inside out.
What do you do when your mind races in the wee hours of the morning?
I use to be able to whip my body around a poke him (and when I say poke I really mean jab). I had to carefully move my body around so that I was barely able to wake him to tell him he was snoring. That's when it started. My mind was wide awake but my body wanted nothing more than slumber.
I got mad at the chiro for breaking my rib. Then I got made at work for letting my department go which made me scurry to go to the chiro before my healthy insurance was up which made the chiro break my rib. If my health insurance wasn't in a threat to be up I would have never made it a point to get into the chiro causing this waterfall of pain.
It didn't stop there..., my mind then went to this apparent social need to be in my only sibling's wedding party. My mum is asking me to reconsider. My aunt asked me if I was going to be in it and said I should even if it was going to end up costing our family a ton, under the impression the Hubs and the kids are included as well. I honestly and truly don't understand what the deal is. I feel I can support more and not have to be standing up there in the same dress as 7 other girls toting around some flowers with a prom hair-do. I was in one wedding party and I just did not enjoy myself or have the remote desire to be in another. (And PS - this whole being part of the wedding part bit is way different with the guys verses girls. They get off so easy!)
My mind was just going through so many different things and all I really wanted to do was just sleep. I wanted SLEEP but that's hard to obtain when anger, confusion and wondering fills the brain.
Eventually I ended up downstairs at the dining table just looking at stuff on the internet. Mindless stuff. The clock said 5:54am when I found myself in the living room making some nest with all the pillows on the couch. The next time I looked at the clock it was 7:21am and Big Bro was asking me to help him turn his shirt inside out.
What do you do when your mind races in the wee hours of the morning?
Monday, August 26, 2013
A Bittersweet Goodbye - to my milk
Friday morning I watched the last drip drop. Mentally I thanked them for everything they have let me provide my three kids in their first year of life. I tried to pause that moment in time as the milky white drop swelled on the tip right before it descended. That was that.
I am done breastfeeding. It is still incredibly bittersweet for me to say that. My 16 month old Baby Bear had long ago weaned and I was merely holding on for my own emotions. I still crave to provide the liquid life source that I am able to provide but I know with it being four days since I wont be able to. I fought the urge for the past fours days - timing it out perfectly with the huge distraction of hosting a surprise party for my parents 35th anniversary. If I did not have anything to distract me I think I would have slipped back.
Fortunately, I was able to provide all three of my children with breast milk for the first year and then some of their lives. So much so that we purchased a deep chest freezer with the first born, then another one with the second!! I had that sucker filled to the brim! Same goes for my third.
I was amazed with the emotions that surrounded me when the mere thought of stopping entered my mind. My heart would pick up and my eyes would swell with the threat of releasing tears. This was one thing that I could do for my children that no one else could for them. This was one thing that was pure. This was the first thing that they consumed. And it came from me.
I would have continued to carry on but with our schedules, the move and the natural stresses my supply had gone down and I hadn't been able to get it back up - even with teas and liquid fenugreek. I had to face the inevitable. My time had come.
Like all avenues of life, eventually we must move on to the next step or phase. I had to move on. My baby is no longer a baby but a toddler. She is our last so this was my last breastfeeding experience. There are only about a dozen or so bags of frozen milk left to be used. When they're gone, its gone.
So Friday morning as I watched the last drip drop and I thanked my body for allowing and letting me be able to provide for my babies, I was granted closure.
Today I am starting a process of preserving a bit of my milk, the liquid life if you will. I will be posting my experience when completed. Some may think this is weird or strange, some may find this just amazing as I do. How much different is it than scrapbooking bits of hair or dried umbilical cords? I am excited to be able to do this and can't wait to share with you the outcome.
What feelings did you experience when you weaned? Did you miss it or where you happy it was over and onto the next phase?
I am done breastfeeding. It is still incredibly bittersweet for me to say that. My 16 month old Baby Bear had long ago weaned and I was merely holding on for my own emotions. I still crave to provide the liquid life source that I am able to provide but I know with it being four days since I wont be able to. I fought the urge for the past fours days - timing it out perfectly with the huge distraction of hosting a surprise party for my parents 35th anniversary. If I did not have anything to distract me I think I would have slipped back.
Fortunately, I was able to provide all three of my children with breast milk for the first year and then some of their lives. So much so that we purchased a deep chest freezer with the first born, then another one with the second!! I had that sucker filled to the brim! Same goes for my third.
I was amazed with the emotions that surrounded me when the mere thought of stopping entered my mind. My heart would pick up and my eyes would swell with the threat of releasing tears. This was one thing that I could do for my children that no one else could for them. This was one thing that was pure. This was the first thing that they consumed. And it came from me.
I would have continued to carry on but with our schedules, the move and the natural stresses my supply had gone down and I hadn't been able to get it back up - even with teas and liquid fenugreek. I had to face the inevitable. My time had come.
Like all avenues of life, eventually we must move on to the next step or phase. I had to move on. My baby is no longer a baby but a toddler. She is our last so this was my last breastfeeding experience. There are only about a dozen or so bags of frozen milk left to be used. When they're gone, its gone.
So Friday morning as I watched the last drip drop and I thanked my body for allowing and letting me be able to provide for my babies, I was granted closure.
Today I am starting a process of preserving a bit of my milk, the liquid life if you will. I will be posting my experience when completed. Some may think this is weird or strange, some may find this just amazing as I do. How much different is it than scrapbooking bits of hair or dried umbilical cords? I am excited to be able to do this and can't wait to share with you the outcome.
What feelings did you experience when you weaned? Did you miss it or where you happy it was over and onto the next phase?
Wednesday, August 21, 2013
Tuesday, August 20, 2013
Sometimes you just have to GO for it!
For months I have been stressing out what about I'm going to do. While the life long dream of owning and operating a coffee shop still seems light years beyond my reach I think there is another goal that is within my reach.
I have joked a lot about how I could literally open up my own consignment shop with all the kid stuff we have and go through. Well.., I think its about time I stop joking and pursue this.
On a whim this morning I googled "opening a store" and found out some incredible news that I thought wasn't an option. Since I was planning on opening a small little shop I didn't think I could qualify for a loan but it turns out I can and do! I am super elated!!
Now I know the Hubs has heard me say all these things I want to pursue and has never really seen me do them - much thanks to the lack of time and dedication I can give it - so I was waiting for him to toss that towel in but he didn't. Phew!! Although I'm sure I'm not out of that hot water - maybe when the doors open he wont be tempted to say it.
But the kids are older and this time I am even more driven. So here is to pursuing the dream - consignment shop owner status - here I come!! I am gunning for you!!
Have you ever ventured into the consignment shop business? Any helpful pointers? Tips? Things to stay away from?
I have joked a lot about how I could literally open up my own consignment shop with all the kid stuff we have and go through. Well.., I think its about time I stop joking and pursue this.
On a whim this morning I googled "opening a store" and found out some incredible news that I thought wasn't an option. Since I was planning on opening a small little shop I didn't think I could qualify for a loan but it turns out I can and do! I am super elated!!
Now I know the Hubs has heard me say all these things I want to pursue and has never really seen me do them - much thanks to the lack of time and dedication I can give it - so I was waiting for him to toss that towel in but he didn't. Phew!! Although I'm sure I'm not out of that hot water - maybe when the doors open he wont be tempted to say it.
But the kids are older and this time I am even more driven. So here is to pursuing the dream - consignment shop owner status - here I come!! I am gunning for you!!
Have you ever ventured into the consignment shop business? Any helpful pointers? Tips? Things to stay away from?
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