Why this guy was my favorite NFL player. I’m sad he’s retiring. Games won’t be the same. So sad, we were finally going to get a chance to see a game locally this fall
p.s. Brian, if I get a chance at any more pregnancy dreams, can you please pop in? Makes a good change from the terror-filled one. Thanks.–My hubby thinks it’s funny so really, stop by sometime! *fingers crossed*
… but I’m not. You see I have a husband who is a veteran (although he can’t get into the local VFW because he was never in a foreign war)– I have a dad, stepdad in law, cousins, uncles, etc. that ARE veterans. That served in foreign wars. They deserve my respect every day, yes that is true.
Then you get to those who served, foreign wars or not, that are deceased and also served in the military. THOSE are the people you remember on Memorial day.
Not current veterans, currently serving, or those just going to boot camp.
Because Memorial day is for those who are gone.
Not those who live.
Please celebrate them on Veterans day, and those who have gone on… give them your respect this weekend. Give them your memory. Memorial. Show them respect for their past service. Don’t cloud up their memory with those that are in the sand, in the sea, or flying through the air. Don’t cloud up their ‘holiday’ with those that are barbequing or celebrating the birth of a new child.
Celebrate Memorial day for those upon whom that weighty banner of ‘lost’ rests.
I’m not sure why I feel the need to say this, perhaps it’s because as a country we are SO focused on ‘not forgetting’ our veterans that we’re actually doing our deceased veterans a disservice. I’m sure there are those who disagree with me, and that’s fine. I’ve seen every single ‘holiday’ on social media getting clogged with ‘don’t forget veterans’..that it annoys me. No one is forgetting. Really. Pinky swear. (and I NEVER pinky swear)…
Go out this weekend and do whatever you normally would. But stop for a minute in your shopping, and cooking, and family meeting and sleeping in to remember those who were lost. Not those who can still be found.
I have a troubled mind. Our local school system (jr high/high school) has been out for a few days due to terror threats. The Oklahoma thing, and all those storms are headed our direction. I’m having some slight medical issues, nothing important at this point, but just enough to be worrisome. I’ve got a 4 year old who talks back and a toddler who is just starting to throw tantrums and a husband that just started a new job. I’m exhausted trying to keep up with ping ponging emotions right now. Some of it I just have to let go. I’m trying to stay busy but have no motivation. The kids will be up soon and I’ll be kept running, but that doesn’t ease my mind. I don’t have any answers, and I don’t suppose that all the answers would be helpful, so I’ll just have to find some good music and crank it up. I’ve already prayed over it all, so that much is done…
What do you do when your mind is troubled?
Modern cloth diapering has a reputation for having a high initial ‘investment’ to try it out. Many parents are scared away by a price tag over $100 to try anything baby related. A full stash of 30 one size ‘luxury’ pocket diapers can cost from $300-$750. While this lasts from approximately 10 lbs-potty training, and is up to $1500 less than disposables (per child), that’s still a big ‘bite’ for parents to take out of their budget when they’re not sure they can handle what they perceive as the rigors of cloth diapering (the laundry routine, cloth wipes, etc) and so they pay $15 a week for a pack of disposables that none of us will EVER live to see decompose.
You could use any combo of the options below to grow your stash of cloth options, slowly weaning your family off of disposable diapers. Want to make it through a weekend without going to the store? Need to make it to pay day, but only have enough diapers for day care but not home, too? No problem.
There are a LOT of options! No, really, there are!
Let’s start with free/nearly free diapers:
- Old t-shirts, receiving blankets, tea towels, hand towels, or wash cloths from your cupboard or secondhand retail store. If it absorbs, use it!
- Borrow a few from a friend to try them out or check freecycle.
- Ask for diapers for your baby shower, baby’s first birthday, Christmas, Easter, or other holiday. Who needs chocolate bunnies when you’re a few weeks old?
- Giveaways. If you have a Facebook or Twitter account, you can easily link up with dozens of sites that have weekly giveaways, or search with appropriate hashtags (#win #clothdiapers #giveaway). Bookmark the sites you find and check them on a regular basis. Some blogs also do a weekly list of giveaways and you have to do is scroll through them and enter!
- Sew your own. If you (or someone you know) can sew, there are dozens of online patterns, and you can pick up the materials (using discount coupons) at a sewing/craft store for pennies on the dollar.
- The more basic the material, the less expensive it is. Flat diapers (like grandma was smart enough to use!), and one-size prefolds cost as little as $1 when bought in bulk and work as well or better than their more complicated and pricey counterparts. Skip the Gerber brand from your local megamart, they are milled to be burp cloths now and are inferior quality at the same price point as online shops that ship the GOOD diapers for free!
- Some stores have last-chance diaper grabs, ‘seconds’ or imperfect items that are still perfectly useful, but don’t have that ‘perfect’ look. Some items can be discounted up to 50% for a dirt mark. That washes out, right?!? So check with companies and get on their mailing lists to be the first to hear about these bonus buys! After all, it’s just meant to catch poo!
- Second-hand is a great way to nab diapers. Try craig’s list or online diaper swaps and check full-retail prices before ‘scoring’ a find for your new stash.
Save up option:
- If you’ve just discovered you are pregnant, or have a small stock of disposables at home, you can ‘save up’ for your cloth. Buy one item at a time until you have enough to give it a real trial.
- Special sales, coupons, and discounts. Many retailers have sales for major holidays, offer coupons, or discounts for buying in multi-packs.
- Cloth diaper trials. Some places offer cloth diaper trials for a set amount of money that’s refunded at the end of the trial. If you can swing that, then you can put the cash you would be using on disposables into a fund to purchase your favorite brands from the trial.
YOU ONLY LIVE ONCE
That’s what the young kids are saying these days. The teens, the tweens, and then getting into trouble. You only live once, so party it up. I can think of so many better things to do with that saying… can’t you? Please leave a comment with your yolo!
You only live once…so do good every day of your life.
You only live once… so tell that special person just what they mean to you.
You only live once… apologize.
You only live once…make someone’s day.
You only live once…say please and thank you.
You only live once…smile AFTER you cry over spilled milk.
You only live once…and you’re more beautiful than you know.
You only live once…don’t let diets ruin the fun you could (have your cake and eat it too), just have fun in moderation.
You only live once…expose yourself to different kinds of music, art, and viewpoints-a little education may make your YOLO better.
You only live once…so keep the stupid stunts to a minimum so you can YOLO longer.
We ended our Mother’s day festivities last night with a Mother/Daughter banquet at our church. My mom made the 80 mile trip (nabbing an award for being the farthest traveler) without my dad as he caught a cold at the last minute and didn’t feel like traveling. Since Brennan had just seen her, and had fair warning that she was coming, it was lovely to see her sprint with a huge smile on her face at my mom, and give her huge hugs saying hi Gran! (Last weekend it took her about 2 minutes to warm up.) Obviously I was glad to have a visitor and both girls seemed to shine with a willing audience-my poor hubby was asleep on the couch when she arrived, he’s in job transition, starting a new one today so zombie-dad it was last night. Keeley sang with the kids choir and both kids begged for more cake pops at the event, which was packed with awesome singers, kids showing off their band performances, and scripture/readings, and ended around 9!!! I personally hope they both sleep in, because their naps were iffy, and wow, that’s late! All in all, it was a good time and aside from a minor ‘discussion’ on getting dressed appropriately, things went as smoothly as could be expected.
As I was waiting for my mom to change so we could have a late night visit, my mind started wandering. Obviously mother’s day is a day you celebrate mother’s, but what about birthdays? The original birthday celebrates mom and baby. Then after that, we celebrate a first birthday and I’ve heard that usually that’s a celebration that you’ve made it that far
without eating your young as parents and so a lot of people really throw a big bash. After that it becomes about toy trucks and blocks and whatever else kids gravitate to as they age. Once I had kids, though it seemed a bit unfair. I did all the hard work, right? Then I thought, wow, I should really call my mother on MY birthday. Then I realized: we’re in this together. The kids birthdays aren’t about toys at all. They’re about celebrating how far we’ve come as a family.
You see, I’m not the same mom to Brennan as I was to Keeley. Number one, I have more experience, but more importantly, each child is so different that you can’t possibly be the same to them all the time. Sure the rules might be the same, but each child grows with you. From the first time you discover that something the size of a sesame seed is starting to form layers of genetic code in your belly, something happens. Some moms have to quit smoking or drinking, others take up prenatal yoga, and still others have emotional hurdles to clear. Pregnancy can be a confusing time for a multitude of reasons, and yet you’re growing, together. It’s a miraculous thing, and of course it has an end date. Sometimes it’s sooner than others. Sometimes you lose a child, but sometimes you get to that fabulous, scary, painful, hard, BIRTH day. A day to celebrate how far you’ve come, and to rest and ramp up for ALL that is to come (that you aren’t even aware of yet). Then there’s sleepless nights, and please stop crying, and oh you have gas. Duh. (Hey daddy, burp the kid every chance you get, it was gas!) First smiles and giggles and stuffed toys to love. Building towers that fall down over and over. Alphabet and oh you know eventually there’s going to be harder times than this. Oh how sweet, though. Because nothing ‘free’ was ever all that good to me. Working hard is something I’m used to-even if it’s just my brain that’s doing the work. That whole process is growth, and change, swollen bellies, and tired eyes and bleak smiles at 3 a.m. If kids were perfect little machines from the day they were born, we wouldn’t appreciate them nearly as much. There’s just something satisfying about growing (through body, giving up or adopting, or fostering), isn’t there?
So the next time you’re bleary eyed at 3 a.m. or frustrated at 4 p.m., remember that you’re in it together. You have been since the start.
Most often we’re at home all day. Occasionally we get out, but just for a quick errand and then back home. Today we did a trifecta. Library, food, shopping. It was even kind of fun. Today we went to the library for story/craft/song time (got there early even to play with their toys), then headed over to a fast food place for a meal (my first time taking kids alone out anywhere to eat, success!), and finally to the megamart for a couple of odds and ends.
While it wasn’t bump free (I mean, having to tell the toddler not to drink the ketchup 6 times was a bit annoying), it certainly was an improvement over ‘let’s just hurry and everyone’s starving and cranky and.. and… and’ that we normally deal with when library time runs into usual lunch time. Throw in any errands and it’s a sure fire tantrum time. Happily, that didn’t happen, and although I am ghastly tired (after all, what reasonable person wants to nap after having all that heavy food… oh yeah, me!) but of course you can’t force a toddler to sleep. She was yelling AMEN! and I thought that she’d wake up her sister, who blessed took me seriously and actually napped today. Whew.
I’m not sure what the point of this was other than to note a small success for once. Go me!