La La Land

Picture Says It All

2012-02-04T12:52:00.000-06:00

This picture pretty much sums it up. Life has been a blur lately. Here we're doing family wrestling on the bed. So normal, right? We're learning to cram in happy moments where ever we can as life seems to be flying by.

Sometimes we're all happy. Sometimes someone's crying (usually me as it is has been an emotional and hormonal week, which is okay!), sometimes we're fighting. But through it all, we're family. And that's enough to fill my cup.

I've been spending a lot of time to get my Life Coaching practice up and running. I'm giving a talk at the Northbrook Public Library on "The Power of Positivity" March 1, along with other seminars last month and this week at Teddie Kossof.

I constantly have a running voice in my head that says:

"I need to _____" or "I really should _____" Remember to add ____ to your to-do list" "Email back _____" Call back_____" Text back ______"

Balancing work and mom-time is tough! I'm learning a lot. Mostly, I'm learning that I'm alive when I'm in my coaching role. I love speaking. I love listening. I love learning. I am a better mom for leaving the house. I am a better wife for tending to myself. I have more to give and I'm looking for ways to pepper in more positivity.

Blue Monday

2012-01-24T22:24:00.000-06:00

Have you heard this? Scientists (and media) have coined the 3rd Monday in January to be the Most Depressing Day of the year or "Blue Monday"? It's true. Well, it may not be all that true, but I can personally say it feels true, doesn't it? And, not because my maiden name is Blue.

The whole depressing media-hype is based on failed New Years resolutions, holiday bills arriving, bleak weather, nothing really special to look forward to, and so on and so on.

That is why I'm so excited as we're kicking off a series of 5 monthly seminars at our new Teddie Kossof Salon office. Can you guess what our topic is this month?

Ding, ding, ding: You got it-- "The Power of Positivity"

That's right, folks. Positivity. Forget this cold weather, days without seeing the sun, and long haul till Spring. We're going to kick Blue Monday's sorry butt to the curb.

If you're like me, you may find yourself letting out a long groan and roll of your eyes when you hear the word positivity. But here's the thing: positivity can change your life. And it's not just being Pollyanna sunshine, it's about being genuine, alive and interested in finding more positivity in your life. Not forcing yourself to fake being happy.

I'm really excited to share the groundbreaking research from Barbara Fredrickson, Ph.D's book "Positivity" and break down how to inject more positivity into our lives, step-by-baby-step.

To my blogger buddies in the Chicagoland area, if you are interested -- come! I'd love to see your beautiful faces. It's free. And, it's soon--this Thursday @7pm at Teddie Kossof Salon in Northfield. Take a chance, I'll give you a hint--it's one of the secrets to getting more positivity in your life! Also, we'll be leading a variety of other free seminars, you're welcome to join us--click here for more details We'll cover Marriage, Career, Social & Emotional Intelligence and more. I'd love to see you. Email me if you have any thoughts or questions lauren@bluelifecoaching.com

My FAV Easy & Light Recipes

2012-01-22T14:51:00.001-06:00

Ladies, I'm no chef. But, I've been experimenting and trying out some new stuff. I've learned some easy and delish recipes to keep in my backpocket. If you like lemon, fresh taste...your tastebuds will explode.

My inspiration? Two ladies. Kelley who is an Registered Dietitian and has a blog on helping your kids to eat healthier. Kelley hosted a kitchen party and taught me and 5 other women how to make foods for our kids that are healthy and easy. We even made the recipes right there and then! Fabulous party, if you're in the Chicagoland area, I highly recommending hiring her for a private party.

My other is one of my closest oldest friends Andrea. She is a Rachael Ray fanatic and is constantly watching the food channel or trying out some new recipe.

I'm not like either of these women, yet, but I'm figuring out my own path... and I got all these ideas from one of them! Mmmmwaaah.

Kale Salad
1/2 c EVOO (Extra Virgin Olive Oil)
1 tsp honey
1/2 lemon squeezed juice
Salt & Pepper
Kale (a hearty lettuce)
Rasins
Carrot Shavings
Use your imagination (I tried Leeks, I'm wild like that)

Green Beans
Green Beans
Lemon juice
Sea Salt
****One of my FAVORITES...also my friend says that it was one of the only things she could eat to help her morning sickness in the earlier part of her pregnancy

Arugula Salad
EVOO
Lemon Juice
Salt & Pepper
Arugula
Baby Red Tomatoes
Parmesean Shavings

Mozzerella Salad
Baby tomatoes
Basil
EVOO
Balsamic
Salt & Pepper
Garlic clove, minced (optional)

Meat Loaf (sneaky veggies for kids)
1 lb ground turkey or beef
1 egg
1 container babyfood carrots
1/2 cup applesause
1/2 cup breadcrumbs
pinch of Basil
pinch of garlic powder
mix all together, put in a loaf pan, bake at 350 for 30-45 min

Sheparads Salad (from Rachael Ray's blog)
1/4 c red wine vinegar
1/2 lemon squeezed
salt & pepper
1/2 c olive oil
cucumber
tomatoes
bell peppers
1/2 red onion
1/2 c parsley (I didn't do this)
3/4 c feta
***this one is EASILY my favorite****

Facebook Diet

2012-01-19T12:39:00.000-06:00

I stopped cold in my tracks when I heard the news in the background this morning. "Facebook's false happiness makes folks feel like failures"

Me: "Where's the remote? Turn it up!" as I was half-asleep fixing the kids breakfast. Puckey Bed, from yesterday, of course.

TV News Anchor: "New research indicates that the more frequently people use the social networking tool, the more they will believe that others are much happier."

Me: "Wow,that is SO truuuuuue"

John: "Which tie do you like better with this outfit?" (A conversation we have at least twice a morning)

I don't know about you, but I have completely fallen for the "Oh-she-looks-so-happy-and-has-everything" moment when starring pictures of people holding their new babies, standing on a mountain top, visiting Europe, making lunch for their kids and so on.

Not that I am not happy for others, or glad they're happy. But truthfully, people post their best pictures, funny, interesting, but ultimately by nature we put our best foot forward. Me included. And, guess what? We all fall for it at some level. If you look at Facebook, you can't tell me you have never had a feeling of annoyance, either because someone is bragging or whining. I have at least.

I've felt convicted three specific times about Facebook this week. (Marriage Seminar, TV News and Bible Study Fellowship). That was enough for me. I'm not deleting my account, but I have removed the app on my iPhone. [insert audience applause]. I'm only going to check on the real computer, which will definitely slow me down.

I love Facebook. But all this mounting evidence is showing me that it may not be the most loving thing for me to do for myself. So I'm going on a Facebook diet. Starting today, I'll let you know how it goes!

Puckey Bed

2012-01-18T15:24:00.000-06:00

Puckey Bed (translation: Pumpkin Bread) is one of Barrett's favorites. John gets it at Starbucks for the kids and it's a big, special treat. Since we've been getting up at 5am lately, I figured I had time to make a nice homemade batch of Puckey Bed for breakfast. Big hit! And, the house smelled so good.

It brought back so many fond memories for me. My mom and grandma are excellent bakers. The tins actually came from my grandma, the recipe from my mom. I always grew up with something in the house--cookies, brownies, pumpkin bread, banana bread--it wasn't even that much of a special treat. Now baked goodies are one of the few things I can actually say NO to. Anyway, everything could be found in one place: the microwave. Don't ask. For some reason, that seemed like a perfectly normal place to keep yummy baked goods.

A while ago my uncle put together a Samuelson Cookbook with everyone's favorite special recipes. It is one of my prized possessions. I have all my childhood memories bound together with a roadmap for how to create deliciousness for my kids.

Since the Pumpkin Bread is one of my favorites, I thought I'd share our Samuelson version.
(Probably not all that different but it's my favorite pumpkin bread. And that includes you, Starbucks!)

Pumpkin Bread
by Sue Blue
Makes 8 Servings

3 cups sugar
1 cup vegetable oil
4 eggs, beaten
1 can pumpkin (16 oz)
3 1/2 cups flour
1 teaspoon salt
2 teaspoons baking soda
1/2 teaspoon ground cloves (I didn't use this)
1 teaspoon cinnamon
1 teaspoon allspice
2/3 cup water
1 cup walnuts, pecans chopped (I didn't do this either)

Preheat oven to 350. Using a mixer, combine sugar, oil and eggs. Beat until fluffy. Stir in pumpkin. Combine dry ingredients and stir into pumpkin mixture. Add water and nuts, mixing well. Spoon into 2 well greased 9x5x3 loaf pans (or 4 smaller pans). Bake at 350 for 65-75 minutes.

Toy Story Obsession

2012-01-17T13:07:00.000-06:00

My dear sister-in-law, Kate, gave Barrett a Woody doll for Christmas this year. Jackpot.

To put it lightly, his Woody friend has become a mild obsession. Woody is part of the family and does everything with us, including going to the doctor, Target, YMCA, naps, eat meals, go to church, and the list goes on. I'm getting a trial run for a third kid, giddyup.

But, Woody's favorite activity is watching himself on Toy Story. "Yee-haw pahrt-nah. Yoooo're my beahst fraynd."

Me? I'm a little Woody-ed out. But it's so cute, I have to tip my hat to the geniuses behind the Toy Story empire. And my awesome sister-in-law for her fabulous gift-giving knack.

Payback, baby

2012-01-16T19:33:00.000-06:00

Vivienne is 14.5 months old right now. She is sort of walking, mostly still crawling, she is starting to talk saying adorable things like "beh-you" (bless you), "teh-you" (thank you) "bat" (Barrett) "ball" (ball) ha ha ha. She's got her top and bottom front teeth and a bunch of molars. She is in love with the dogs. Gives kisses constantly. Sleeps like a dream, naps like a nightmare. Little Viv (or Baby as we like to call her) is a ball of warm friendly energy.

While edibly adorable, she also has been going through a bit of a clingy stage with me lately. Maybe it's the ear infection she's had 2 weeks in a row, or the nasty cold that went through the house, or being held hostage for an afternoon, but she is all about mama these days.

When I was a little girl and played with dolls, my mom always had them say "mama! mama!" I loved that. Now that my dream has come true I have one question: How can it be so intoxicating and claustrophobic at the same time?

Today, we were playing with her toys and I decided to make her the "mama" -- so I zipped her dolly in her sweatshirt. She didn't like it, and all I could think was "I can't wait until Vivienne's a mama some day and I can tell her aaaaaaaallll about her baby days."

You know what they say, payback is a .......

Intimate Mystery

2012-01-15T20:57:00.001-06:00

This weekend I went to an all-day marriage conference Saturday led by Dan B. Allender, PhD. It was called "Intimate Mystery" and, boy, that was a perfect title for it. There were some 1,200 people (mostly couples) there to listen, learn, grow. I was blown away.

It was a kick-off to a Marriage Builders 12 week course that our church Willow Creek NorthShore is hosting. John and I will be leaders for a small group starting in a few weeks and we are pumped to get to know other couples, deepen our understanding and love for each other and have a little fun!

I never thought I'd look forward to a date-night on Tuesdays in church. Isn't life funny? Now, I can hardly wait, especially since we don't get out for weekend dates too much these days.

It's challenging to sum up a whole day's worth of material, but basically, I walked way with a better understanding of the goals, plan and path for a couple to embrace their journey, understand each others differences with compassion to become one and heal the hurt together. Hard work, but such a sweet payoff.

I don't want to sound too weird, but lately, I have been feeling my life start to change, ever so slightly. Something is different, something is working. It feels good. And, while I'm enjoying the here-and-now, I can't help but want to look ahead. So I guess I'm not completely evolved after all, but I'll take any progress I can get!

Dog Days

2012-01-05T15:13:00.004-06:00

Do you see it? Their legs sort of make a heart shape. See, see? I thought it was pretty cool. Time for a dog update since I haven't mentioned them since about six months ago when I was considering giving them up. Sad face emoticon.

I'm glad I didn't. We have found a nice balance. I think I've finally adjusted to our new normal. I've even been able to petting the dogs and saying nice things to them again. I know it sounds awful, but there have been days that it was too much just to pet them.

The other day, I was watching a movie and saw Jack laying on the floor. Just so happy to be with us. I got off the couch, sat on the floor and gently rubbed his middle-aged face. John's jaw just about fell through the floor.

I'm happy to say, we're back on track. Kids are having fun with the dogs and I have been doing a much better job tending to Jack & Jill, and am even sad thinking of the day that they'll leave this family.

Sometimes time is just all you need.

New Year, New Endeavors

2012-01-03T11:26:00.004-06:00

We (my mom and I) at Blue Life Coaching are announcing our own fresh start for 2012: A partnership with the Teddie Kossof Salon & Spa in Northfield, IL.

It's an interesting mash-up: a salon, a spa and life coaching? To us, it couldn't make more sense. People feel more beautiful, more attractive, confident after beautifying their bodies. Now, to add to that beauty, we offer--confidence, peace, joy, better relationships, support with weightloss, and more.

We will be at Teddie Kossof on Saturday, Jan 7 from 9am-5pm for an Open House. For those of you in the area, stop by and say hi! Or send friends who want to start 2012 with a fresh beginning. We're offering coupons for free intro sessions (15-30 min) to new clients.

We will also be offering monthly seminars on different topics. More details to come on that.

Teddie Kossof Salon

281 Waukegan Rd

Northfield, IL 60093

312-369-9333

Happy Old Year (2011)

2012-01-01T19:10:00.001-06:00

As a way to ring in the new year, I like to look back at the old year. I did it for 2010 and I looked it over today and was surprised at how much I had forgotten and how fun it was to remember.

For me, I tend to focus on tomorrow, next week, next year. I don't look back much, but when I do, it often times helps me follow the map ahead. It's important to take a moment and appreciate the things we've done well, learn from the things we could have done better and celebrate a full year breathing, loving, laughing, crying and welcoming the morning each beautiful day. It's all such a gift, if think about it.

January 2011: Started Bible Study Fellowship, Barrett was 19 mos and started soccer (which flopped), put Barrett in a big-boy bed (also flopped), bought a second crib, realized Barrett is still a baby. Vivienne was 3 mos and started sleeping through the night. I applied to become a Youth Commissioner for my local government.

February 2011: Vivienne 4 mos laughed for the first time, we had the huge snow storm in Chicago which shut the city down for 2 days, we started to all get cabin fever....

March 2011: I gave up Diet Coke, I hosted a Book Club and made a chocolate pie from "The Help" which was a complete disaster, and I started a 3-month cleanse with John

April 2011: Vivienne 6 mos was baptized, my brother Phil got home from South America just in time to be Vivienne's Godfather

May 2011: I hit a wall and I considered giving up our dogs (rescued Greyhounds) Jack and Jill--in the end, had a change of heart and decided to keep them, really glad I did now. Also, sent away applications to test for my LCP (licensed professional counselor) title

June 2011: Barrett turned 2, instead of a party, we did a train-ride to lunch and had a really fun family day. I became a Youth Commissioner for my local government! We had a 3-day power outage in our town, while I was watching my parents dog, Missy.

July 2011: Visited my grandma's house in Michigan, I made a marketing plan and officially decided to start working with my mom at Blue Life Coaching My parents beloved dog, Missy, of 15 years passed away.

August 2011: John and I celebrated our 8 year anniversary, my niece Stella Rose was born, my brother Phil left for China, we started going to Willow Creek North Shore church

September 2011: I turned 30 and had a fabulous party with my friends to celebrate, My first article was published! Barrett (2 years, 2 months) started preschool and 2 weeks later, we pulled him out.

October 2011: Vivienne's first birthday!! we went pumpkin and apple picking, had a fun party, I joined the YMCA and started Zumba and other awesome workouts with my friends, John and I interviewed to be Marriage Builder leaders at our church

November 2011: John turned 33, I passed my NCE (national counselor exam) and received my LCP (licensed professional counselor) title , my mom and I expanded our business to build a partnership with a local salon, Teddie Kossof to offer Life Coaching services. I had a red carpet night with celebrities Put up our first real family Christmas tree for the kids the day after Thanksgiving.

December 2011: Vivienne, my mom and I were on the local news for our involvement with a Police Stand Off. Attended 8 Christmas parties, had a magical experience with my mom at our annual Tea at the Drake, celebrated a terrific Christmas, ran a Fresh Start 5K race with fun friends hosted by Center for Christian Life Enrichment, kissed the love of my life at the last moment of 2011 and rang in the New Year with new & old friends.

All in all, 2011 was a year to be tremendously grateful for--God is good. This was the first year in a while that we didn't welcome a new baby, so I basically gave birth to a new career in Counseling/Life Coaching. I'd say my biggest change was in my relationship with God, it has blossomed into something more real to me and I've experienced such joy, confidence and peace. Vivienne went from 3 months to 14 months, Barrett went from 19 months to 2.5 years (an age you no longer count in months). It's incredible how much happens in just one year.

Next year at this time, Vivienne will be a little more than 2 years, Barrett will be 3.5 years. Hard to imagine, but I can't wait to see 2012 has in store for us!

Police Stand-off Yesterday

2011-12-29T13:33:00.000-06:00

Yesterday started off just like any other...ordinary...breakfast, a family trip to the YMCA, lunch, nap. But ended quite different with a sea of police, SWAT teams, snipers, fire trucks surrounding my parents street with my kids quarantined in the basement with Grandma & Grandpa.

Here's the story...

After naps, around 2:45 p.m., I dropped the kids off at my parents house who live a few blocks away so I could go to the doctor. When I arrived, there were police sectioning off portions of the street. Unsure of exactly what was going on, I reluctantly dropped the kids off with my mom and dad and then zipped off to the doctor. Probably not the best move, I would later learn.

When I returned to pick up the kids about 45 minutes later, they had closed off more of the street and a heavily armed police officer approached my car. I learned that there was a gunman with a riffle just a few houses down in the house. They were not in communication with the man, but did not want anyone in the line of site. I wasn't allowed to go in the house or get out of my car.

Luckily, Barrett & Vivienne were with my parents. Safe and sound. But, the whole idea made me uncomfortable. I'm separated from my kids, unable to give them anything they need (milk, passy's diapers, ear infection meds) and I drove back to my house, helpless, and prayed it would be over soon.

As the evening went on, everything got more serious. They had some 70 officers, 3 SWAT teams, teams of snipers set up all around the neighborhood (even in my parents yard) buses of police equipment, flashing lights. Then they shut down the whole block. It was starting to feel more and more scary. I almost felt like I was on the set of a movie.

At about 6pm, John and I ran to the corner of the block with a bag of supplies for the kids to beg one of the officers to take it to them. Forget the medicine, the biggest emergency was Barrett's passy. It was getting late, and he needed it. I could hear him on the phone saying "Momma, momma, I miss you. Passy." Heart wrenching.I was about ready to walk that dang bag over myself (not really).

AND THEN--I hear my dad say, "Lauren! Lauren! We have the kids! We're out of the house!" I look up and see Barrett on my dad's lap driving the car. Honestly, behind the wheel. They had made an escape. The officer I was talking to, stopped and said "Praise God." I did. Once reunited (imagine an unnecessary dramatic jog down the block to catch up with my parents car), I learned that the two Sargents came to my parents house and allowed them to drive the kids because they had an attached garage and were not going far.

Being a former public relations gal, I was more than happy to give an interview to the media. I did a phone interview for CBS and my mom and I did an on-camera interview for NBC. Both pretty humbling experiences as I typically like to think of myself as pulled together and well spoken, which I did not seem or look in either interview.

CBS Click Here
NBC Interview (TV): http://www.nbcchicago.com/news/local/Police-Close-Northbrook-Streets-for-Domestic-Disturbance-136340263.html

CBS Interview: http://chicago.cbslocal.com/2011/12/28/northbrook-police-respond-to-possible-standoff-with-gunman/

In the end, I am a little more grateful for normal. Grateful for John, the kids, my parents. Not that they were in any danger, really, but it just made me stop and think. I am enjoying today's ordinary, boring, routine-ness. I played more with the kids and sat for a while just snuggling the two of them. It's nice to be reminded of how normal can be such a blessing.

As an update about the stand-off, it ended around 8pm. Sadly, the man in the house was not alive. It looks like he took his own life and wasn't really a threat to anyone. It's so sad. My parents don't know those neighbors very well, but everything seemed normal from the outside. Say a prayer for the family if you think of them. Their "normal" will never be the same again.

So Long Insecurity

2011-12-27T13:53:00.000-06:00

"So Long Insecurity, You've Been a Bad Friend To Us." by Beth Moore

I don't know about you, but when I read the title of this book, it just about jumped out and bit me. I will admit, I have wrestled with insecurity as long as I can remember--no matter how absurd or out of touch with reality it may seem.

Just today, we took our car in to be serviced. John, me, Barrett & Vivienne. Coats, boots, hats, stroller, diaper bag and all. We own a nice car, bought it used (eh-hem, sorry, pre-owned), so it's much nicer than anything we would be able to afford otherwise. When we take it to the dealer I always feel a little insecure. Like I don't belong and somehow they know it. Barrett walked into the dealership first, and I was instantly uncomfortable as the guy on the floor wasn't all that friendly. I immediately believed he was thinking, "Great, check out this riff-raff coming our way." I felt small, embarrassed and insecure.

I had to do a little self-talk to get myself back on track. Lauren, we're just here to get the car serviced. You're not pretending to be anybody, you're not doing anything wrong, you're here with your amazing little family, these little people and John are all that matter. You are a woman with substance, maturity, hold your head high. Plus, they are probably not thinking anything other than, "I hope this toddler doesn't eat all my gumballs." Which, I assure you, he did.

As I am entering my 30s, I've decided a few things. One, I'm going to grow into a mature, confident woman. The other is that I'm going to figure out my "look"(hair, fitness, clothes and all). Give back to others. Grow in my relationship with God and look for his path for my life.

This book felt like someone threw me a road map. Hmmm, wonder who that could have been? I know Beth from bible studies (via video) and she offers age-old wisdom, a Biblical perspective and it reads like a good girlfriend is having coffee and talking with you, face to face.

After reading it, I am feeling my confidence grow. I also gained some eye opening awakenings and I just wanted to share in case any of you out there are looking for some inner peace with your New Years Resolutions. My library even had it, so it was free to "check it out" (no pun intended).

My Kid is a Butter-Eater

2011-12-21T14:16:00.000-06:00

Do you remember those kids who ate butter? I do. I always was grossed out (and must confess I always thought they were a bit off).

Come to find out, some 30-years later, I actually have one of those kids! Barrett was up on the counter helping me make lunch today and I heard him say "mmm, yummy." I looked up and saw he had scooped his finger into the butter dish and was licking it off his finger like ice cream. EWWWEEE!!!!! Now we also have the finger-lickin dent in the butter to prove it. DOUBLE EWWWEE!!!!

But, Barrett stole my heart right back just a few minutes later. I was telling him how much I loved him and I asked, "Do you love mama?" And, guys, I kid you not he started to sing me the song from the book Love You Forever, "I love you fowevah, I yike you for aweways, As sheem a me yevah, yada yada" Translation: I love you forever, I'll like you for always. As long as I'm living, my baby you'll be."

This book is about a mother who sings this song to her son all her life, until she is dying and then the son holds his mother, rocks her to sleep and sings the song back to her. Insert tears here. Honest, real tears, started flowing down my cheeks.

I don't know how he pulled it off, but he did. I'm solidly in love with a butter-eater.

In other news.....We've been having a whirl-wind of a time this Christmas season. Holiday parties, ginger bread houses, and oh yeah Vivienne started walking (13.5 months), with antlers none-the-less. It's been busy and magical all wrapped together like a mysterious Christmas gift under the fresh smelling tree.

4 Days Left and I still have a lot I'm looking forward to, baking cookies, the Christmas Eve church service with the kids and huge cookie, candy, popcorn buffet. Christmas morning watching the kids open presents with my family (minus my brother who's still in China, boo) and then going in the afternoon to be be with John's family and our newest niece Stella Rose who will be enjoying her 1st Christmas.

I think I need some coffee thinking about all these plans though....anyone with me!?!

Prepping for Holiday Parties!!

2011-12-16T16:07:00.003-06:00

I'm on day 3 of a 4-night holiday party marathon. I love holiday parties, the food, the wine, the desserts, the music, the decorations, the lights, the special crystal... it's all so magical. I've never done 4 nights in a row before, so I've had to create a strategy to pace myself and keep sight of the whole point -- have fun!

My strategy is simple:
1.) Buy all the hostess gifts at one store that does adorable gift wrap. (My fav is our little local gift shop La De Da)
2.) Make the same dessert or appetizer for all the parties (as long as the guests are not all the same). I'm known for my lemon bars. It's a recipe my mom got from an old neighbor before she got married and it's one of the few that I like to keep a secret, just to keep it exciting. It's not a crowd pleaser, but those who like lemon or at least give it a try, like them.
3.) Nap during the day. It's a life saver, if you can sneak one in. Maybe it's just resting your eyes at your desk for 10 minutes and doing some light meditation, but it's a must for me.
4.) Pick out your outfits in advance .... I didn't do this, but so wish I had
5.) Above all else, don't forget to pack a positive attitude, have fun!

It's funny, I have never had more Christmas activities in one season, and I'm even focused more on God as from my Bible study, but for some reason I'm not feeling all that Christmas-y this year. John says it's exhaustion. Maybe it will sneak up on me when I least expect it. I still have 9 days left! I feel like little Cindy Loo-Hoo singing "Where are you Christmas!"

Santa Trauma

2011-12-12T20:59:00.001-06:00

Aah, yes. The age old tradition of visiting Santa. Am I crazy, or did I get it wrong that this was supposed to be a fun experience? No more timeouts, now all I have to do is threaten a visit to Santa to keep the kids in line.

December 12, 2011

(Barrett 2.5, Vivienne 13 mos)

We seem to be on a downward spiral with Santa. Each year seems to be worse than the one before...see for yourself.

December 21, 2010

(Barrett 1.5, Vivienne 2 mos)

At least last year, Vivienne wasn't crying. Barrett's arms and facial expression are almost exactly the same!

December 11, 2009

(Barrett 6 mos)

Barrett is like a little blob. I don't think he even had time to realize what was going on ... definitely not smiling, but so far it's the least amount of tears in all 3 years worth of pics.

Maybe next year will be a little better? Or maybe I'll stop the baby-torture...but....probably not. It's too late, it's already a family tradition. And, I must confess I get a royal kick out of these pictures. I might be the worst mom ever as I'm hysterically laughing while my kids are crying.

Why is it so funny to see kids scared by santa!??

Hope it brings a smile to you, at least.

Happy Holidays from our happy family to yours!

You Know You're A Mother When.....

2011-12-06T13:10:00.001-06:00

Top 10 List

You Know You're a Mother When.....

1.) Finding a pot, pan and egg whisk at the bottom of the laundry basket is not weird
2.) You say things like "Key-Que" to people in the grocery
3.) The distinction between pajama-shirts and shirt-shirts becomes very blurred
4.) You get excited when you realize the dishwasher is dirty
5.) You succumb to the fact that you are a human napkin
6.) Your entire existence revolves around a nap schedule
7.) You cry watching diaper commercials
8.) Exercising sounds like a special treat
9.) You have Good Night Moon and 6 other books memorized by heart
10.) You never leave the house without snacks, sippies, lovies, passies and of course, diapers and wipes

And I couldn't stop without saying the last one....Last night the babysitter put my kids to bed while I was at work. I was aching when I got home missing them. So I realized you know you're a mother smitten in love when you just have to sneak a peek at your sleeping babies just to catch one more scrumptious look before going to bed. (Disclaimer: this only applies to those of us mommies who have little ones sleeping through the night!)

Toddler Negotiation Skills

2011-12-03T19:17:00.001-06:00

So lately, we've been working on Barrett's passy situation. Our new rule: only in the crib. But Barrett learned that if he throws his passifier behind the crib, later he can sneak in a few moments of bliss secretly under his crib. All of the sudden it's quiet, I go upstairs and see a few feet sticking out from under his crib and I know exactly what's happening.

Today the passy somehow made its way into the car on a breakfast run to Mc'Ds. After a mighty fit, we agreed Barrett could hold it, but not put it in his mouth. Then we looked in the back seat.....and look.

You gotta hand it to the kid, his deductive reasoning skills are really developing!!

Tree is up!

2011-11-30T19:28:00.001-06:00

The. Tree. Is. Up. Folks! I'm obsessed with Christmas. Our decorations always go up the day after Thanksgiving, minus last year because I gave myself the year off with a toddler and 2-month-old. It's so magical. Here's Barrett (29 months or almost 2.5 years) & Vivienne (13 months) in some Christmas jammies seeing the tree for the first time. John and I set up the tree while they were sleeping and they came down and were amazed. Vivienne kept saying "Woooow, woooow"

Here's a very normal site in our house. Barrett wrestling his poor baby sister. She's a tough cookie, but don't cross her or she'll scream in a sharp high pitch that won't go unnoticed by the dog next door.

Vivienne is starting to copy Barrett with their morning cartoons (side note, I so don't get the obsession with Curious George. That monkey really bugs me.) Bear always stands right up next to the TV, and I've started to catch Vivienne doing the same. Monkey see, monkey do. Dang you Curious George, I know this is YOUR fault.

A shot from me and my honey on his 33rd birthday. A simple, sweet song and cake always does the trick. Thanks to my mom or making the cake this year. And, kuddos to John's awesome sister for inviting us to the Circus with box seats. While I didn't do much for John on his birthday, I know he felt loved and special. And when there's cake, all is well, all is bright.

33

2011-11-26T19:11:00.001-06:00

Tomorrow is John's 33 birthday. This is a monumental occasion in our house. John and I are obsessed with the number 3. Growing up, I always loved 3. So did he. When we met, we figured out that his football number was #33 and my basketball number was #33. Destiny. Right?

So, now that he's turning 33 tomorrow (oddly, also the age Jesus lived until) I'm almost frozen with ideas. I've got nothing planned or ready! I used to throw huge theme parties for his birthday every year--Ugly Christmas Sweater, Poker Night, White Elephant Gifts, etc. we stopped the parties when we moved to the suburbs and John's was adamit against a party (maybe it was because my 30th birthday party was Sept, Vivienne's was Oct, his would be Nov and Christmas in Dec.....I must admit that IS a lot of celebration, planning and money) . Although, I'm dying to throw another adult theme party and think I'll do so next year!

John's sister invited us to take our kids to the circus tomorrow, so we'll do that after church. He isn't feeling great, so we're going to bed early tonight and he's not up for much.

John is a spectacular dad. I was pretty confident I had met a great husband when we fell in love, but I didn't realize I hit the jackpot when it came to picking a father for my children. He's strong, firm and tender. He plays better with the kids than I do. He loves to sit with them, patiently, get interested in what interests them, ask them questions. John is absolutely smitten with Barrett. Hook, line and sinker. Vivienne has a different special place in his heart. He and her have a little connection that is so sweet, she scrunches her nose and then bashfully buries her head in my chest when they're playing. She calls anything she likes "dada", like Christmas lights, or books and pictures that amuse her. John lets me sleep in, takes the kids joyfully to do fun stuff and "give mom a break."

Don't get me wrong, no one is perfect. I know this is a little mushy, but I can't help it. I'm crazy about John. I adore him and cherish him and it's his birthday so I'm going to shout it from the roof tops, even if it's a little obnoxious.

My point is......if anyone has any ideas for how to make my marvelous man feel special on his day, I'd love some ideas!

Thanks for Thanksgiving

2011-11-24T07:04:00.001-06:00

In the spirit of Thanksgiving, I'd like to take a moment to acknowledge God for all the good things in my life.

1.) I'd be remiss if I didn't start with my family. John, Barrett, Vivienne. There should be a different word for it, family, just doesn't describe the way I feel about you. You have changed my life. Your have made me cry, laugh, listen, learn and most of all you've made me grow. You transformed me into a wife and a mother, a dream I've held close to my heart as long as I can remember. Thank you God for the beautiful people you've crafted to fit just perfectly in my life to teach and stretch me.

2.) Without my mom, dad and brother, my grandma Samuelson, grandma Blue, I wouldn't be the woman I am today, literally, I wouldn't exist. Especially to my parents, you're love and patience seems endless. At times, I'm sure I've seemed lost and gone, but I've made my way back home and I've felt your love and acceptance along the way. It's easy to spread your wings when you know you're flying with a wide, sturdy safety net. Thank you God for a sturdy, loving, safe family.

3.) My amazing in-laws. Since the moment I met John's family, I was bedazzled. They were a big family, beautiful, well kempt, hilarious. The cool "it" family. I used to dream of being part of a fun, big family like them and I have not been disappointed. They are even more amazing on the inside and I feel lucky to be part of the circuit.

4.) Health. There was a bit of a worry this year about health within our unit. There's nothing like the threat of losing it, to make you appreciate health. Our bodies only last so long and I'm glad every body is okay.

5.) Friends. My amazing ladies, you know who you are. Or as my girl Jen likes to say my "sister from another mister." I feel so blessed to have made so many new mommy friends. I'm amazed that I still have so much to learn about friendship, love, trust, the power of telling the truth, celebrating and supporting one another. There was a time when I thought I wouldn't really ever let anyone in, and I am seeing how wonderful it is to have friends close to my heart.

6.) Bible Study Fellowship (BSF) and Beth Moore thank you for pulverizing my tough heart. I am learning the Bible and getting to know God in such a new way. I used to worry if I got close to God, I'd lose myself. Turn into someone else and become a freak. What I've seen is that God is more like butter. He makes everything taste better, but still taste the way it should. Bread still tastes like bread, just more savory. Can you taste butter in a beautiful cake? Not really, you taste the gorgeous sweet flavors, but none of which would be as good without the butter holding it all together and making the flavors pop. I could go on, almost anything tastes better with butter.

7.) Finding my life purpose (at least I think!). It took a lot of hard work, but I'm satisfied I got my MA, and now newly secured LPC, NCC, so I can follow my dreams of helping others. I'm finding Life Coaching to be extremely rewarding, supporting people, seeing their lives change. It feels like it was what I was designed to do, what I was created to do and it's so nice to have a glimpse at the path I'm supposed to follow.

8.) You reading this! I am incredibly humbled that people want to share my journey and read along with me as I figure things out. I love it and feel so lucky to have you as part of my life.

There's more of course, but I think most of all this year as I've turned 30 I've been working on finding myself. Redefining who I want to be and what kind of mark I want to make on my short visit here.

Thanks God for Thanksgiving. It's a beautiful opportunity to stop and see just how much we have. My cup runneth over.

The Cleanse

2011-11-21T20:23:00.001-06:00

Last week I started a pretty intense cleanse. I belly-flopped over the weekend, but decided to get back in the saddle Monday. It's a way to detoxify and reestablish the body's ability to regulate and protect itself. It's a 16-week program (gulp), I'm honestly hoping to make it 4-8 weeks.

The cleanse is pretty simple actually:

1.) Food: You can eat all meats (except pork), fresh veggies & fruit, eggs, brown rice, seasonings like salt & pepper, tea and coffee.
2.) Water: Drink 1 quart of purified water for every 50lbs (I'm not going to share my weight here, but we can rest assured I'll be drinking plenty of water)
3.) Sweating: One of the major detoxification organs of the body is the skin. You must sweat 6x a week and it needs be a 20-30 minute hot bath or 10-20 minute sauna (not just exercise)
4.) Detox essentials: capsules the doctor provided to help the detoxification of the body

I'm on week 2 (minus the weekend, whoops!) and so far, so good. I'm craving a few of the no-no foods (um, hello, almost all food is a no-no), but it feels good to do something healthy for my body. And, hey it might be nice to lose a few pounds along the way, although that's not the purpose of the cleanse.

The most surprising thing? The baths. I love them. I light a scented candle, turn off the lights and play some beautiful ancient flute music. And I kid you not, that bathroom (which 30 minutes prior was a splish-splashing, toy-filled, explosion for the kids) is transformed into an oasis spa-like experience. I just swim in the ME time!!

Why do the cleanse? Basically, I've decided I want to make my 30s a time where I figure things out. Figure out how to take care of my body, do my hair, wear clothes that are my taste, not just the trends, and pursue my spiritual connection to God. I'm also deciding to ditch insecurity and focus on being the best me I can be. C'm along if you like!

**Note, don't try the cleanse just based on this post. If you're seriously interested, email me and I can put you in touch with my doctor to get the detox assistance or just tell you more about my experience. I'm no doctor! I wish. :)

I PASSED!!!!

2011-11-20T19:43:00.001-06:00

I passed my National Counselor Exam (NCE) on Friday!!! It was 200 questions, 4-hours and a lot of nerves as I was pretty nervous my mommy-brain could hold all the information from my studying.

Here's my pop-quiz story:

True of False? Barrett was up every 2 hours sick with a cold the night before? True.
True of False? Barrett slept in our bed. True.
True of False? It isn't very disruptive having Barrett sleep in our bed. False.
True of False? I was able to get in a little quiet time in the morning before the exam? False.
True of False? I fell asleep in the exam? TRUE. TRUE. TRUE.Guys, I seriously fell asleep.
True of False? I went into the bathroom and did jumping jacks to stay awake? True.
True or False? I didn't know I'd find out the same day...seriously...where's the fun in that? True.

I'm now (as soon as the state mails me the actual certificates) a Licensed Professional Counselor LPC and a National Certified Counselor NCC.

I feel so official. At the very least, I don't have to study anymore! Or worse, feel like I should be studying. I'm completely d-o-n-e. Now, I need to focus on growing my practice and business.

I just love this stuff, in fact, John and I just volunteered to lead a Marriage Builders weekly group with our church. I'm so excited. I love building connections with people, supporting and seeing lives change. Plus, I feel like it's a fun weeknight date night for John and I -- how fun is that. We are going to have to read, prepare and spend time leading the group together. We're pumped!

I'm a nerd for counseling, but I don't mind. I feel like I've found my calling, my God-given purpose, now I just need to follow the path.

Big Steps!

2011-11-19T05:49:00.001-06:00

Vivienne Mae took her first steps this week! Thursday, November 17, 2011--just 11 days before her 13 month birthday. I love watching her grow and change and learn. I fall more deeply in love as I get to know her sparkly little personality.

The only thing that stung was that her first steps were not toward me. Vivienne walked to the woman, Ilona, who cleans our home. It's not like she's here all that much (I wish!), it's just that she's so good with kids, she has two of her own and loves on the kids whenever she comes.

So when Vivienne reached for her, called her "mama" and spread her little arms wide with a big grin and took her first steps .... I was a little jealous.

In my head I was yelling, "No, no, no! Vivienne don't you dare! Don't take your first steps to someone else!" Possessive, selfish mama. Guilty. I just want to gobble up all the special-ness, hold it dear and never let go. And we're just talking about first steps here, people.

Maybe it was a good thing. Vivienne is a mommy's girl, so maybe she's teaching me healthy mother-daughter-boundaries.

Good job, Vivienne.

Putting healthy boundaries aside, know this: Your mama loves you. Forever and ever. I will love you in this life and the next. And nothing, not life, death, sickness, mistakes, bad choices, or even hating me, will change my love for you.

Study Hall ......

2011-11-14T12:25:00.001-06:00

Hey all. In case you miss me, I thought I'd let you know that I probably won't be posting much this week. I'm cramming for my State License Exam on Friday. It's a whopping 4-hour test that you're supposed to study at least 2 months in advance. I'm a mom, so that has not happened. Okay, that's just an excuse. I simply have NOT made it a priority to study properly, so I'm giving it some major attention this week!

Crunch mode is actually REALLY fun!!! Feels like I'm preparing for a race. I love the finish line, the adrenaline, the coffee.....late trips to the library and Starbucks. I'm having a blast.

If I pass this exam, I'll be a Licensed Professional Counselor and a National Certified Counselor. My title will be Lauren Schifferdecker, MA, LPC, NCC.

Do I need it? Well, no. Not really. To practice Life Coaching you don't need all these counseling licenses and certifications. However, I've worked so hard, I can't stop now. To get here, I took many of my graduate courses on the weekends while working full-time 40-65 hours a week. Then I started my internship (which is unpaid work for 1 year or 750 hours) while my son was an infant and ran around pumping in different offices, scrambling to find babysitters, and majorly stressing out about being a new mom and a new intern. Thankfully my mom watched Barrett on my 12-hour shift days during the week, but I also had to write papers, attend classes, etc. Let's not even mention the thousands of dollars we've invested.

So, do I need it? I guess I do. For myself. While I'll be legally qualified to practice counseling (under supervision), I am going to continue focusing on Life Coaching. I'm having so much fun and my clients lives are changing! It's exciting to watch and completely satisfying to see people growing, changing and improving. I'm hooked for life!

P.S. In other news Blue Life Coaching just signed a lease for a satellite office in Northfield Illinois, it's actually part of a hair salon called Teddie Kossof (which I have gone to myself as a client for nearly 10 years). More to come on that......

If you're out there wondering if you would like your own Life Coach, shoot me an email and I can tell you more. I love newbies and always have time for more clients! lauren@bluelifecoaching.com

My Red Carpet Night with Celebs

2011-11-11T12:44:00.001-06:00

Last night my mom-friends and I were invited to the premier of Mom.com which is a new spin on groupon. What I like about Mom.com is it's locally based, supports local shops and businesses and offers deals that moms will actually like. Genius.

The brains behind the operation? Andrew Shue (aka Billy Campbell from Melrose Place)also married to Amy Robach the Today Show Weekend anchor, who couldn't be there because she's touring with Matt Lauer on "Where in the World is Matt Lauer" -- love.)

For their launch party, they invited select moms from the area to a gorgeous multi-million-dollar mansion in Lake Forrest to enjoy some mom-time, wine, and hear about the new site. It was over-the-top from the moment the valet, the paparazzi-style photographers, red-carpet set-up and gorgeous women decked out.

Most of all, it was so fun having an excuse to dress up, do make-up, hair and just kick back with my lady friends without the kids! Pretending to be gazillionaires, snatching up glasses of red wine as the waiters walked by with trays.

Jen Schefft from "The Bachelorette" was a true sweetheart. She seemingly didn't mind my friends and I cornering her to talk for 20 minutes and was very gracious when I dorkily asked if we could take a pic with my iPhone. She seemed very natural and genuine, I was glad to meet her!

Of course the night wouldn't be complete without the silly-junior-high "lets take a picture of ourselves in the bathroom mirror" shot. It was fun to feel young again. Carefree, dreamy and even if I don't live in a home like this, I realize I feel rich with friendships and fun opportunities.

There are a few mom.com areas, I'd recommend getting on their list, they send one email a day and have good stuff! I've already bought my first "reflexology" (aka foot massage) session. Fun stuff!

A Good Cry

2011-11-07T14:27:00.002-06:00

You know what I'm talking about. Sometimes it hits me in the car, or a sad commercial, or movie. But we all need it sometimes.....a good hearty cry.

Mine hit me this weekend. I was watching "Water For Elephants." It was a good movie, not earth shattering or anything. I read the book but didn't remember much from it was a surprise to me. At the end, for whatever reason, I was bawling.

Not the kind of sniffle that gets a glistening beautiful tear in the corner of your eye. No, no. I was making sobbing noises, stuffy can hardly blow my nose honks, eyes stinging blood shot red, crying. I don't know if it was the sweet-hearted animals, the babies, the love story or what, but something got me. And got me good!

At one point, John reached over and asked, "Laur, are you okay?" In a serious, I'm-not-sure-what-to-do-right-now, kind of voice. Of course, it made me laugh. I'm convinced John was designed fiber by fiber just for me. So different from me and yet such a perfect fit.

I must confess, lately I've been thinking about how fast life goes by. I think the movie just underlined the point. I'm sad thinking of how quickly everything goes by. I just want to hit the pause button and say S-T-O-P!!!! And, at the same time, I'm so looking forward to seeing what comes next. I'm so in love with John, Barrett and Vivienne, at times I feel like I almost have too much. Like I'm too happy and it might all be taken away (which I know is a limiting belief). The fact is that I have so much to lose and at times it scares me. In the end, it's all worth the risk. Every single second.

Anyway, what gets you? Any one else have a good cry lately? If not, I highly recommend it. There are studies that show it's physically beneficial for you to cry at least 1x a month.

Tissue anyone?

Baby's 1st Birthday Party

2011-11-05T19:52:00.000-05:00

Vivienne's 1st Birthday party last weekend was really fun.

We did a fall, Halloween theme, but not too over the top!

Here's the little birthday girl.

Hot apple cidar, pumpkin bread, pizza, beer, water, candy corn, cake and that was it!

So simple and easy.

I was on the fence about a bouncy house, but I am completely happy we got one. It was really helpful for the toddlers. They loved it and got out all their energy out before playing inside and eating cake. I actually bought this one on Amazon, but you can rent them too. I'd reco them if you're having a kid party!

Here's our token family shot. A real frame-r! ha ha

The money shot. Mmmm....caaaaaaaake.

(I'd love to say this was her first bite of sugar, but considering she has an older brother, I cannot. True story: the third day we were home from the hospital I caught Barrett waterboarding Vivienne with his whole-cow-milk bottle. Trying to share. Nice....that was juuuust the beginning of her inappropriate tastes)

Me, my mom, my daughter...3 generations of girls!

This party was different for me. I absolutely love throwing parties. But, I tend to get uptight about hosting, even something seemingly easy like a kids party. I want everything to be perfect, polished and most of all I want people to be comfortable. I take pride in thinking things through, having plenty of everything and creating a flow and mood for quality conversations and connections. Since I take hosting so seriously, I can lose sight of the reason I'm throwing any given party: to celebrate and connect with people!

I decided to make a shift for Vivienne's birthday. I made a committment to not be crabby or overly anxious prior to, during or after the party.

I'm pleased to say, this life lesson was a good one. Overall, the party was great (at least for me!). I was relaxed, enjoyed my guests, partnered well with John, and other than a few snafu's (dog poop right by the bouncy house and spilling on my outfit 10 seconds before guests arrived), it flowed seemlessly.

I hope my baby girl looks at these pictures some day and sees how much her mama loves her, and how much I want to give her the best life possible, surrouned with love, friends, family and.....let's not forget .... presents!!!!! Hey. A kid is a kid. We'll learn that life lesson another time.

Happy 1st Birthday, Dear Vivienne....

2011-10-28T19:42:00.001-05:00

In labor, 38.5 weeks pregnant, (4.5 cm dilated) headed to the hospital October 28, 2010 around 6:30 p.m.

Admitted for labor! (5 cm dilated, 100% effaced), walking around the lobby with John, my pillar of strength and still my biggest crush, to get things "going"

Headed into the transition phase of labor. The labor tub was aaaahhh-mazing. It was so relaxing and helped ease the tension of the contractions. Note, this is the last of the labor pictures. Once I got to 7 cm, things got ... hmm...let's just say a bit more "intense" but I didn't care what was happening because I was so grateful I was able to do a natural birth without any pain management again.

My baby girl is born! October 28, 2010 at 11:37 pm. Just minutes before midnight...when her birthday would have been October 29. I must say I was happy because I thought 10-28-10 was a cool birthday. I'm really into numbers.

In awe of our tiny baby. I still wonder how that was in my belly.

1 year later.

Vivienne Mae Schifferdecker

October 28, 2011 at 8:00 a.m.

We all came in and sang Happy Birthday to her in her crib, just like we did for Barrett on his 1st birthday. Only this time we brought a little candle to blow out. She was overjoyed! As we all are, that she is here in our lives. I am utterly in love with this girl. She has a sparkling spirit that brightens people around her. Love.

"I prayed for this child, and the Lord has granted me what I asked of him. So now I give her to the Lord. For her whole life she will be given over to the Lord."

1 Samuel 1:27-28

*I changed "him" to "her" for my purposes here...

I miss it...

2011-10-27T02:50:00.002-05:00

This time last year, I was 38 weeks pregnant. It was the eve of Vivienne's birthday, and I didn't even know it. Here's a picture I took of myself with Barrett. What a sweet little nugget. He was 16 months old and already felt like a "big boy" around our house.

Naturally, I've been thinking a lot about Vivienne's birth this week. I had gestational diabetes so everything was kept pretty exciting with multiple trips to doctors offices, stress tests, monitoring my sugar, insulin, etc. all with one thought in mind: this baby was coming, and coming quick!

With all the stress of having gestational diabetes and the physical strain from carrying and chasing a toddler, I never thought I'd say this but.......

I miss being pregnant.

I miss the buzz and excitement as I got close to the "end." I actually miss people asking "have you had the baby yet?" I miss the trips to the doctors office. I miss the quiet walks with Barrett bundled up in the morning to keep my blood sugar down. I miss the hospital gown. I miss the labor. I miss the birth tub, the pain, the sweat, tears.

I keep replaying that moment when they handed me Vivienne for the first time. She came at me with her little chicken wings spread apart almost reaching for me. I miss the little hats and the universal hospital swaddle blanket. I miss the smell of the new baby mixed with the hyper-clean hospital. I miss that moment of seeing John hold his new baby in his arms, pulling them in close and kissing their foreheads, like he's loved them forever already.

I miss it all. And, at the same time, I feel incredibly grateful to have my babies. I know it's a gift for us to even have children.

Now I know why perfect strangers stop me in my tracks tell me "enjoy it--it all goes so fast." Because now I want to tell all pregnant people, enjoy your birth--you don't get very many moments like that and you might just miss it, even if you don't think you will. And right there I see the cycle of life. The cycle of non-solicited advice. So I am biting my tongue and trying to enjoy every moment I am in ...right here and now.

Vivienne's 1st birthday is Friday, October 28. I can't wait. And, then, a quiet sad part of me is desperate to wait. Part of me doesn't want to let one more moment slip into a frozen as a memory. But, onward we must go. So I say, giddyup.

Homecoming Weekend

2011-10-24T22:19:00.002-05:00

Last week on Friday, I took the kids to our High School's Homecoming Parade. I live in the town I grew up in, so it brought back a lot of memories. I was a "pommer" in High School, so I was actually in the parade a few years and remember all the excitement and buzz like yesterday. It was eerie to see how so many things haven't changed. Even the routine the pommers did was the same as when we were in school!

And, get this. I was watching with my two closest friends from High School (one of them was even on the Pom Squad with me). But the weirdness doesn't stop there. This year, my friends and I all had babies. All girls. So we're watching our High School parade, in our hometown, with my High School friends and their daughters. It was like seeing ourselves in baby-form. Unreal.

(Jodi's daughter- Lyla 3 mos, Andrea's daughter-Aubrey 9 mos, Lauren's daughter- Vivienne 11 mos)

Barrett (2 years, 4 mos) and Vivienne (1 week shy of being 1 years old) watching the parade start.

Uh-oh! Those sirens are really loud and scary. Where's my mama?

Is it weird that I took a picture of the pommers? Is it weird that I wanted to stop them, and explain that I was a pommer too? I felt this strong urge to tell them, "I was just like you! I was young too!" Does that make me old? Don't answer that.

They even had the full HS band.

I love my hometown. I loved my High School (well, parts of it...I'm just like anyone else who had ups and downs).

I looked around and realized this is it--I am in the midst of raising my family--this is what I've been waiting for, and I'm in love with it all.

Lately, my house has felt more homey. My town has felt more like my own. I am feeling at peace, settled and grateful for where we live (and I'm getting over the fact that our house has lost a lot of value). I'm excited for my kids to go to the schools here and watch them grow!

Funny, that the whole event is called "Homecoming" because I really felt like I was Coming Home again.

Sunday Spirituality

2011-10-23T12:58:00.000-05:00

Lately, I've been growing spiritually in my life, so I'm going to ear-mark Sundays to share about it. Seems fitting, so I'm going for it.

Here's my big disclaimer-- I get nervous to share about this because I don't want to put a bad taste in anyone's mouth. I know I've had my own experiences of feeling really turned off by people sharing about their beliefs. So, I humbly ask for you to humor me. Everyone has a right to believe whatever they want. I'm not always right. I don't know everything. Trust me, I make mistakes all the time. The thing is, this is my corner of the world to file my life lessons and I simply can't leave these out. So come join me, if you'd like. Even if to just peek in the window of someone else's world.

I was doing my BSF (Bible Study Fellowship) homework this morning, quietly in bed with my little lamp on while the kids were still sleeping. It was dark, cozy and quiet. And I really liked the lesson....because it's all about weaknesses.

We're learning about Paul, formerly known as Saul who was one of the biggest haters of the church and of Jesus. Paul was chosen by God to be one of his disciples to spread the word of Jesus. I love it because God has a such a sense of humor. I love how he choses the most unlikely people for his work, makes me feel like I actually have a shot!

While Paul was trying to spread the word, he ran into a bit of trouble, to put it lightly. The man was beaten with rods 3 times, received 39 lashes five different times (note, 40 lashes is known to kill a man), he was shipwrecked 3 times and spent a whole night and day in the open sea (hello, worst nightmare). He was on the road constantly, went without food and sleep regularly (hello, bigger nightmare).

But what did he focus on? His weaknesses. He boasted about it in fact (which the Bible never reveals what exactly this "thorn in his flesh" was....sorta got my imagination going a little). Why would anyone highlight their weakness, especially when they have so much to brag about??

Here's why.

2 Corinthians 12: 7-10
"To keep me from being conceited because of these surprisingly great revelations, there was giving me a thorn in my flesh, a messenger of Satan, to torment me. Three times I pleaded with the Lord to take it away from me, But he said to me, 'My grace is sufficient for you, for my power is made perfect in weakness.' Therefore I will boast all the more gladly about my weakness, so that Christ's power may rest on me. That is why, for Christ's sake, I delight in weakness, in insults, in hardships, in persecution, in difficulties. For when I am weak, then I am strong."

Paul considered this problem and weakness a gift so that he could be used for the Lord. I don't know about you, but I certainly have my own problems and I've never looked at them as a good thing--a gift so I can be better used for God.

It really made me think. I also see just how much I can grow, as I am not close to being there yet! We all have our problems, wouldn't it be cool if we could see them in a different light? See them as part of our humanly experience, something that makes us human, real, loveable?

Zumba

2011-10-22T14:04:00.000-05:00

This week I joined the YMCA with some of my fun mom-friends and discovered 4 things.

1.) I am not in shape. At least not nearly as much as I thought. Not compared to women twice my age. Humble Pie crumbs all over my face. And, definitely not in terms of weight lifting. I'll just say this: my elbows were soar. Honest.

2.) I love getting my bootie-kicked. Okay, that one I already knew. I love being pushed to the point of feeling your muscles shake. If I'm sweating, laughing, and bending over resting in between reps, I'm happy. Nothing feels as good as the shower after a good work out.

3.) I LOVE ZUMBA. Skeptical at first. Okay, actually, I thought it was a vacuum that went around the floor on it's own. What is that? I think it's actually called a Rumba I think (?). Anyway, it's all dancing. No instructor huffing and puffing into the microphone which screeches with that ringing feedback zing. Just dancing. They do the moves enough over and over, that almost everyone can do it! I'd say everyone, but I'd be lying. I was quite tickled by one of the older women in my class this morning. She was trying so hard, bless her heart!

4.) I can look good at 40-something. These women look fantastic and bring such hope to this 30-something lady. I needed that, thanks!

With the chilly fall weather upon us, an indoor workout routine is just the ticket! Even some of us might do our own Biggest Loser challenge.

Life lesson? I don't have to feel like working out, I just have to decide I'm going to do it. Teaming up with other people helps. Looking at positive examples of older women, helps....at least I hope it does! This mama wants to shed a few more lbs (how ironic, those are my initials), get toned and feel great in my clothes.

Go Cardinals!!!

2011-10-20T19:10:00.004-05:00

I have always been a Chicago girl. Loved the Bulls (when they were winning) love the Cubs (although don't ask me a single trivia question) and I've grown to like the White Sox too (mostly because my girlfriend is a die-hard fan, like actually knows players names, stats, I'm serious).

Now, it looks like I'm also a Cardinals fan.

Who couldn't be when my Mother-in-Law sent the kids such ADORABLE apparel? When I saw my baby girl looking at me in her pink Cards hoodie, I instantly became a fan of the whole team. Let's go Cards (is that what we say?)

Expect me to cheer for Cards this weekend....(unless they lose and then I'll pretend this neeeeever happened)

Call me a fair-weather fan, because I AM! At least I own it.

Photo Anxiety

2011-10-19T13:28:00.001-05:00

This may make me sound old, but sometimes I miss the good ole' days. When you wanted to take a picture, you pulled out a roll of film and took a picture. A month later, pick up the photos (maybe spring for doubles), framed some, put the good ones in a scrap book and tossed the horrible ones. Aaaaand, you were done.

Now 'a' days. When I want to take a picture, I can use my iPhone, Facebook, my "good" camera or my "small" digital camera. Some make it to the Kodak Gallery archives, others go straight to Facebook or my blog. Most are sitting on my iPhone. I don't have a good system.

I credit this to the digital camera. Let's say you take a pic at the restaurant with your friends. Now, six girls have to "OK" the picture. After about five more takes, the picture then gets approval to be uploaded to Facebook and tagged and tweeted and blogged and the ENTIRE world sees this picture in a matter of moments. Comments, "likes," and if you're someone who checks Facebook only while nursing, you feel like you're actually at the party, but luckily you're not, because you're half-asleep nursing.

But you know who doesn't see this picture? My scrapbook. I haven't printed pictures in forever. It's not the biggest deal, but with kids I feel this monumental pressure to document and preserve. I'm trying to fill a 12-month frame for Vivienne's room as her birthday approaches and I realized, I have no pictures of this girl printed. None!

What if I die? Will this girl have my password to Kodak to print her own pictures? I know John doesn't do this stuff. This is not acceptable. A proper photo book must be created STAT.

Luckily Kodak Gallery lets you download from Facebook...so I'm culling everything together, but I just had to share. Guess my life lesson for myself here is that facing my anxiety on this is actually making me feel better. I'm going to get this picture mess under control.......at least for today!

Foggy Nights

2011-10-17T18:51:00.003-05:00

This weekend I turned on Vivienne's humidifier on high. Doesn't sound like much of a story, but oh, it was.

Like most good tales, it all began in the middle of the night. Vivienne woke up with a little dry cough, so I rocked her for a while thought about half-dreamy-half-normal things. You know, like when you start thinking about what you have to do the next day and somehow Mickey Mouse is narrating your plans, or it turns into a song that you hear over and over from one of your kids toys. Yes, we watch too much Disney. Guilty.

So, my genius half-dream plan was to crank the humidifier on high. I sat and watched as the steam poured out and seemed like a quiet fog rolling in over the SF Bay. It was so relaxing. I fell even deeper into a definite 3/4 sleep while I continued rocking. Laid my sleepy dumpling down, closed the door and went back to bed.

To my delight, Vivienne slept in (not Barrett who woke up like a pop-tart out of the toaster at 6:00 A.M. on the button. But hey, I'll take what I can get). So around 7:30 I heard her talking to herself and I went up to see how it went.

I opened the door and I-kid-you-not, I could not see one INCH in front of my face. I started to panic. The fog was as thick as smoke. I questioned if the room was on fire for a moment. I started to wave my hands furiously as I made my way to the crib. As I got closer, I felt my socks instantly soak up water and heard the squish, squish sound.

I saw Vivienne standing up holding onto the bars, smiling showing her two big front teeth. Instantly I was relieved and joyful. Then it hit me. I looked around and EVERYTHING WAS WET. I'm serious, her crib was soaking wet, there was standing water on her furniture, her blankets were wet, her pj's were wet, her changing table was wet....e-v-e-r-y-t-h-i-n-g was WET and smelled like mildew. Glorious.

And wouldn't you know it, John wasn't home. I was almost more mad that there wasn't someone to witness this weird phenomenon! I wanted proof that I wasn't being dramatic. But, it makes for a good story.

And another good life lesson to add to my list. Too much of a good thing, is often too much of a good thing! Oh, and, don't make big decisions when you're half (or three-quarters) dreaming and thinking.

DIY Birthday Invitations

2011-10-14T20:04:00.000-05:00

This isn't a great picture, but I wanted to share the birthday invitation I made for Vivienne's 1st Birthday! I must admit it took me a while, but I'm not that crafty and I actually thought it was super easy, so I know anyone can do it. Plus, if you have the simple supplies, it shouldn't be too expensive.

Supplies: (All can be purchased at Michael's or your local craft store)
-- Circle cutter
-- Lollipop sticks
-- Card Stock paper
-- Background colorful paper
-- Ribbon (optional)
-- Hot glue gun (optional-- you can also just use tape, although I found the glue to look cleaner)

Directions:
-- Print invitation on card stock (I used Word Doc and made a shaped border with the dots)
-- Use Circle Cutter to cut circles for invite and background
-- Glue the invite together, glue the stick to the back, (hint, use a tiny dab of glue behind the ribbon to help it stick)
-- You're done! See? So easy!

Anyone else out there have fun DIY crafts for Birthday Parties? Or fun stuff? Let me know!

Does Your Child Have the Selfish Gene?

2011-10-11T14:48:00.001-05:00

This headline jumped out at me in today's Wall Street Journal. I stopped. Looked. Held my breath. And squinted one eye as I started reading thinking," Boy, I hope not!"

The article was highlighting findings from a study which showed that kids are more altruistic than adults generally think. Overall, good news!

The study: Researchers took 136 children (ages 3 and 4 years old) in an Israeli playroom which doubled as a social-science playroom. The children were given six sets of stickers and then were given the choice to keep them all, or give some to an unknown child who didn't have any stickers.

What happened? About two-thirds of the kids gave up one or more sets of stickers for another kid they didn't know. (Hooray for good choices!) There was no difference between boys and girls.

What's interesting? The kids who refused to share their stickers all had something in common. A variation in a gene called AVPRI1A, that regulates a hormone in the brain associated with social behaviors.

What to do as a Parent? Nancy Eisenberg, an editor of the handbook an Arizona State University psychology professor says "If parents think that generosity isn't possible at age 2, they won't try to encourage it." And I say, amen to that sistah!!!

Other tips, paraphrased by Wall Street Journal's Kevin Helliker

Encourage your child to share, they'll be more likely to help and share in the future as long as they don't initially feel forced
Heighten empathy by pointing out how other people might feel (ex, "That woman is tired because her back hurts her.")
Offer praise for goodness rather than rewards like money or candy
Point out consequences for bad behavior (ex, "Oh no, Jane is crying because she wants the toy)
Model good behavior

Bottom Line: If your child doesn't share, that doesn't mean that's just the way they are and they'll never learn to share. It's interesting to think there could be something genetic with sharing (I for one, am still not a great share-r), but all in all--it's our job as parents to show and teach our kids how to share. And, contrary to what I've said myself at playdates, it can start a lot younger than we think!!

Personally as a mom, I know I have my work cut out for me!

October Adventures (lots of pics)

2011-10-09T20:02:00.000-05:00

Apple picking at Apple Holler in Wisconsin (Barrett almost 2.5, Vivienne almost 1, John almost 33, me just 30)

Me and my little "Bear Man"....love him!

(Below) Me, Vivienne, Aubrey and Andrea ... and no we didn't mean to do matching Polo Pink. Our girls looked like twins, seriously even Facebook couldn't tell them apart. Side note: Andrea and I have been friends since High School and have gone through so many stages of life together. It's hard for me sometimes to take in the fact that we have daughters 2 months apart....like how did that ACTUALLY happen!?! I don't know, but it's been beyond fun. So lucky!

See? In this pic, even as the mom, I have to pause to pick out which one is Vivienne (far right) and which is Aubrey (far left).

Barrett & Vivienne eating apples....they were DE-LISH!!! Seriously, I've never tasted apples this sweet with a little kick almost

Vivienne putting her 6 teeth to use here....(As her mom, I feel the need to point out that on the far left, that's apple, not a molar!)

Brunch with the gang at Orange celebrating my friend Kelley's birthday ...Barrett looks happy, huh? These gals are my Beth Moore Bible Study sisters....love them! Cherish my friendship with these ladies.

Apple picking and brunch and a birthday party....oh my! Well, it doesn't sound like that much when I write it out, but John and I are utterly wiped out. It feels like we've been running a parenting bonanza weekend! We are just trying to soak up every second of this gorgeous October. I feel like it's all in celebration for my baby girls birthday on the 28th!!!! Birthday Month!!!!

This weekend it was in the 80s. And, you may not believe it, but I almost was annoyed. Yes. You can remind me of that when I'm complaining about the 8th straight month of winter here in Chicago. I'm just so ready for cozy sweaters, hats, the smell of leaves, cuddling under piles of blankets. Plus, I packed up all our summer clothes and we're running a fall/winter-only wardrobe right now, so it gave me an added opportunity for creativity when dressing all of us.

Mommy Time

2011-10-07T19:43:00.000-05:00

What do you do with your mommy time?

I have learned through motherhood to appreciate the plainest, simplest, quietest things. Like what? Well, I will admit, I have found pleasure staring at a wall, going to the dentist, sorting the mail, paying bills online, working out with a DVD in my basement, working out in general, the sound of pure silence, the feeling of not having to bend over to pick someone up, doing my Bible study homework, checking email, shopping online (okay that's always been fun), but the point is, some of the stuff that I used to dread....I now look forward to doing.

What do I not do during my mommy time? Laundry, dishwasher, mail, organizing mail, showering, answering telemarketers calls **unless I'm putting myself on the 'do not call during NAP TIME are you out of your mind' list** and facebook (I use my iPhone while I'm nursing still for my beloved facebook...which...totally random but I "friended" Mark Zuckerberg....did you? After watching the Social Network, I felt like we really were friends. Apparently, he's still deciding as he hasn't accepted my request.).

Anyway, the reason I don't do these things during my mommy time is because all can be done while the kiddos are awake.

Don't get me wrong. I cherish my time with my kids. I love watching their mouths while they try to communicate. Their eyes light up when they laugh and understand me. I can't get enough of Vivienne when she wrinkles her nose and turns her head in a bashful, yet playful, tilt. Barrett does this funny thing when he gets self conscious where he opens his mouth really, really wide and looks around the room. You have to see it. Seriously.

But, part of what keeps me going is getting a break from my kids. Getting the opportunity to miss them. When I get a babysitter some days to go into the office, I love the feeling when I walk in the door and Barrett runs to me and says, "Mommy home." And rests his small head on my shoulder like he's missed me all his life.

When they get up from a nap, I feel excited to go get them, it's just so nice. Anyway, as my kids are in bed for the night, I'm already missing them and at the same time I'm enjoying my mommy time. Going to hang with John as we speak!

Bible Study Fellowship

2011-10-05T15:14:00.004-05:00

Bible Study Fellowship (BSF) has been a part of my life for a long time. In a way, it's almost been my secret other life. I tend to be pretty private about my faith. I have been so turned off by people talking about God, that I have taken to the side of not saying anything and I'm trying to find more of a balance.

So here it is, my other life as a Christian.

The thing is, I've gained so much peace from connecting to God. I believe everyone has a right to follow what they believe. I don't want to push my beliefs on anyone and I don't want to sound like a know-it-all. I don't know it all. I'll be the first to tell you.

I may not even be right. But, I've come to realize, that doesn't even matter to me. The feeling of love, peace, power and joy that I get when I'm reading about God, talking with him or learning--makes it all worthwhile to me. There's nothing quite like it, it just makes me feel like everything doesn't matter, and everything is going to be okay.

I recently got an email from a reader and she expressed her excitement in finding out that I was doing BSF, Beth Moore, and other stuff with church. It was so meaningful to me to read her words of encouragement. It felt like a wink from God.

I'm not perfect. I fall short all the time. I forget to pray. Say swear-words in front of my kids. Consider giving up my dogs at times. I like unwinding with a glass of wine. I want worldly things, bigger, better. I talk about myself too much. But, at the end of the day, I feel peace knowing that I'm forgiven, loved and that I personally matter to God.

In BSF this year we're studying the book of Acts. And it talks about how Jesus spent a lot of time training his disciples before returning to heaven. I forgot that part of the story. Anyway, when he went up to heaven, he was taken in a cloud. The Bible promises that when he returns, he will come back the same way.

I haven't been able to look at clouds the same since. Just a thought for you too, as you enjoy the gorgeous fall sky this October.

Just wanted to share. Hope y'all don't mind.

My October Pumpkin

2011-10-04T09:32:00.000-05:00

It's October!

I couldn't be more excited as it's my lil' pumpkin's birthday month. October 28. I've always loved October, but now I love it in a whole new way! We're celebrating the whole month with fun activities. This weekend we went to Didier Farms in Bufflao Grove, IL. They have pumpkins, donuts, carnival rides, camels, tigers and ponies the kids can ride. It was so fun. Next weekend, I think we're going to attempt going apple picking.

It's funny, all year I've been playing the "Birthday on the Clock" celebration. It's when you see the date as a time, so for Vivienne it's 10:28 on the clock and I think, "It's her birthday on the clock!" It's something my mom taught me to get excited about when it was 9:21 on the clock for my birthday. A mini celebration every day, sometimes twice a day. Try it for your birthday! It's fun. To think, last year I was so pregnant...and almost in labor with my little darlin.

Here's Barrett & Vivienne .... it's so fun watching them start to play and interact with each other. I'm in love with them both in such different ways. So much so, that John and I had a pretty serious talk about stopping here, and not having a third child. Maybe it was the advice I received in the grocery store this weekend, or that I had food poisoning/stomach flu(?) and am still recovering and exhausted, but it sort of feels nice with two kids, one of each, and it's starting to get easy. We're not making any major decisions yet, but I think I'm getting settled in the idea of just having 2 kids. And, that idea just makes me even more sad thinking of my baby turning 1. I'm feeling very emotional about it, shocker.

Seeing my niece Stella get baptised this weekend and her tiny body, also made me miss my own small babies.

I love that they're getting older, and yearn for the past. I guess that's just life. Missing the past, looking forward to the future and just trying to enjoy the beautiful moments of right now as much as humanly possible.

If any of you out there have any ideas, input, thoughts, on having a third child, I'm all ears. :)

11 months

2011-09-28T20:14:00.000-05:00

Today Vivienne is 11 months old. Her birthday is just one month away. Hard to imagine that I was pregnant and that Vivienne's birthday, October 28 at 11:37 p.m. in 2010, was almost a year ago.

People have told me that life gets easier once the second child is a year old. I'm really hoping "they're" right.It's been a busy year with two kids in diapers. Two different nap schedules, two different wardrobes, two different worlds .... Chasing Barrett with a baby on my hip.... You know what I'm sayin.

They're starting to play together, bathe together (see how happy she looks? ha ha), talk together at the dinner table. Barrett even taught Vivienne how to pray before dinner tonight!

Also, thought it would be fun to do a review of the rest of us at 11 months:

Barrett Blue at 11 months (at the pool) May 25, 2010. (I was around 16 weeks pregnant with Vivienne)

Vivienne Mae at 11 months (in the backyard) September 28, 2011.

Me, Lauren Elizabeth, at 11 months (in the backpack on top of the World Trade Center), August 21, 1982.

I need to find one of John! I actually think Vivienne looks more like him than me, but it's hard to tell since we're both blonde, blue, fair skinned.

Lobster, Veuve and... Taco Bell !?!

2011-09-27T14:57:00.001-05:00

Saturday night, John and I totally indulged in our dinner. We had grilled lobster, a nice bottle of Vueve champagne and Taco Bell. I know, it sounds like the needle scratched off the record player when I read the last part. Wrrraaahheeeh! I like to call it our sophisticated "mashup."

What's a mashup, you might ask? Well, I looked it up.

Mashup (noun): A derivative work consisting of two pieces of (generally media) conjoined together, applied for humorous effect.

And, we honestly were not doing it to be funny. I think this meal actually paints a good picture of our relationship. We aren't afraid to break some norms, have a little fun and we both can appreciate the cheap-y stuff (hello Taco Bell, H&M, Target) and the finer things in life (lobster, Neiman Marcus, Channel, Louis Vuitton) and let's not forget my pair of Christian Louboutins that I don't own, yet.

We're a funny pair. Variety is the spice of life, but sometimes -- whether it's a husband, sister, friend, mom, or cousin--.isn't it nice when you're hanging with someone that is just like you!?!

Wine Tasting Party

2011-09-25T07:05:00.001-05:00

For my 30th birthday, I hosted a small wine tasting party at our local wine shop. It was a sweet, cozy little venue--perfect for a group to taste, talk and enjoy.

It was pretty easy, we brought in our own food, the wine shop folks led the tastings and at the end of the night, my house was clean--works for me! I made cupcakes, bottles of water, grapes, nuts, and we ordered a few pizzas from Lou Malnati's, heaven on earth.

I was most proud of the cupcakes and bottles of water. I bought the sticks for the cupcakes and water bottle labels from The Party Dress. Amazing stuff--I want to buy it all. And, totally have to give a shout out to my girlfriend, Andrea, who I completely copied on the cupcake idea from her daughter's baptism. She is great at this kind of stuff. Thanks Party Dress and A!

Cupcakes said: "30 is Sweet," "Lauren's Birthday" and "Sweet of You to Come"

My little sweet table with cupcakes and bottles of water

The key for the cupcakes is to buy an icing gun. It makes them look professional, but still taste homemade!

The white plates we brought really made the grapes pop.

Nuts and water at the wine tasting station bar.

Water bottles read: "30 is Refreshing"

Love of my life. John lugged, dragged, bought, picked up, cleaned-up behind the scenes all day long. And, at the end of the night, he still toasted me, glasses raised and all. What else could a girl ask for?

Love my girls!!! Sister-in-law Kate, Jodi, Andrea (with cupcakes), Jill, me, Kelley...

My Martha inspiration, Andrea! She's actually the one who told me about The Party Dress.

When I was setting up at the wine shop, the gal actually called me Martha Stewart. Now, since we were paying her, I'm not counting it quite as my "Martha" moment, but my heart did stop beating for a second. Truthfully, I'd rather be Dianne Keaton in Something's Gotta Give. The beach house, the clothes, the furniture...the white on white with a little accent of white. Love.

I feel blessed, and totally excited about my 30s. I remember once, when we were in college, John and I were stopping at a gas station. I was running in to get something, and he said to me, "I can't wait to see what you look like when you're 30." He was so confident we'd be together, I rolled in the moment like butter--playing it cool though, of course. On the morning of my birthday, I woke up and said, "Baby, here I am, 30 and all" which we died laughing as I was in the kitchen making breakfast for the kids, in sweats, without my teeth brushed and hair everywhere. But, baby, I couldn't be happier to be 30 and with my guy and my children I could have never imagined it all.

Anyway, it was a really fun party and I wanted to share with you in case you find some good ideas for any party's you have coming up!

Rethinking the Titanic

2011-09-24T09:25:00.001-05:00

Last week I attended a two-day seminar on "The Future of Business" hosted by the Heartland Law Firm. I learned a lot. It was eye opening. I saw how important it is to be in tune with yourself in order to make an impact and be successful.

We were showed how to look at things differently.

Take the Titanic. The iceberg was the problem. But, it also could have been the solution. If the captain could have turned the boat around and wedged it back into the iceburg, they would have had more time to wait for rescue boats, or even wait on the iceberg. Wow, right?

Then, in the games we played, all of us assumed there was a winner and loser. But there wasn't, it was a rule we made up in our heads.

It made me start to think. In my life, in my business, what's my iceburg? What challenges could I be imagining as competition instead of an opportunity? I'm not quite sure, but I'm thinking....looking. It also helps to have other people give guidance outside the situation.

I thought I'd share with you in case that is just the encouragement you needed today! Sometimes we are just bumblebee's looking for honey, but created to carry pollen.

Last Day as A 20-something

2011-09-20T15:14:00.002-05:00

Tomorrow is my 30th birthday, which means today is the close of a decade. The end of my 20's. In a way, it's an ordinary event and in another it's extraordinary when you stop to think just how much happens in 10 years. Whenever I approach new beginnings, I always like to hit the pause button and review. Then I like to the fast forward button and create a vision for the future.

I have to say the start of all this is so vivid. I remember my 20th birthday clearly. I had been dating John for about a year. I was with all my sorority sisters at Kams (which is a total class act bar for those of you who have not attended the University of Illinois.) I kid. The point is, I remember being so excited to be 20 because I was secretly thinking I was old enough to get engaged! And, guess what? I was. The next fall, I was engaged. The year after we were married., technically I was 21 years old. But I was only a few weeks shy of being a much older and wiser 22 year old.

I'm a bullet girl, love lists, to-do's, yadda. So here is my review of the last 10 years.

Celebrated my 20th birthday
Got engaged!
Served Tri-Delts as Rush Chair
Graduated college
Started my career
Got married
Moved to the city
Moved in my career to the city
Got a puppy -- a Yorkie named Vivi (sadly, who died 3 weeks later)
Got another puppy-- A Yorkie named Gigi (tragically, who died 2 years later)
Started therapy and couples therapy (I love you Nancy!)
Trained for the marathon with CARA
Ran the Chicago Marathon, twice
Started grad school to become a therapist
Got pregnant (miscarried)
Got pregnant again! (miscarried)
Got pregnant again, again! (Barrett Blue!)
Moved to the suburbs
Delivered my first baby a natural (without drugs)
Resigned from my formal career
Finished up with grad school
Received my Masters Degree
Got pregnant again, again, again (Vivienne Mae!)
Got gestational diabetes
Re-engaged my relationship with God
Started attending Beth Moore Bible Study and Bible Study Fellowship (BSF)
Delivered my second baby a natural (and twice as fast)
Interviewed to be Youth Commissioner for Northbrook Village
Opened up my Life Coaching business

Looking ahead to the next 10 Years, I'd like to:

Become a LPC (licensed professional counselor)
Grow my Life Coaching practice to the point where I have a wait list
Grow my dad's counseling practice www.cle.us.com
Speak in public
Move to our "forever" home where we can grow as a family
Have a #3 baby (boy or girl....I have a feeling it would be a girl)
Continue to write published articles
Write a book
Continue to evolve, challenge myself, get to know myself and be in tune with John
Continue to invest in my marriage with John
Run the Soldier Field 10 (possibly marathon#3)
Grow my relationship with God even more
Give back to society, create some positive impact, even if ever so slightly
Travel to Europe or China
Throw an awesome 40th birthday party with friends and family

Preschool Dropout ??

2011-09-14T13:20:00.003-05:00

After the adorable first day pictures, PotteryBarn Spiderman backpack and new shoes, I think I may be rethinking Preschool for Barrett this fall. [Insert "Beauty School Dropout" song]

Hey we all make mistakes, right? I was excited about the idea of him having a program, routine, learning, fun, friends, but I think I may have jumped the gun. He's a young 2 (just turned in June). He's also the most energetic boy in the room (read: world). The program is terrific, but Barrett's not ready to sit on the carpet, listen to stories, follow a structured plan and sit still. He needs a lot of redirecting to get him to follow the group, and I'm not sure I want that for him so young.

Not even just preschool, in general it's been a little bit of a struggle with his energy lately. I've found myself running through parking lots, grocery stores, parks, pretty much you name it! This kid bolts like lightning.

Barrett is a sweet soul. He is kind. He says "I sowwey mama" when I stub my toe. He kisses his sister and whispers "I lovah you bebe" before Vivienne goes to sleep. He snuggles and sits quietly when he's in the mood. But, he also melts down when you take something away. Finds sticks EVERYWHERE, tries to play swords with his little girlfriends and sometimes he hits. He even slapped John last weekend in the midst of a meltdown and proceeded to rip his sunglasses off his face and crush them. All in public at our Touch a Truck Event. Nice.

He's not a bad boy, he just needs a lot of attention and gross motor skill activities. My fear is that he'll start believing he's a bad boy if I send him to school too soon and he's constantly being reminded to follow the rules.

The early developmental years are so important. They make lasting impressions and we begin to form our identity. I want to protect him from starting off with a negative view of himself.

I may give it another week or so, but I think ultimately I know in my heart he's just not ready. Yet, another life lesson learned. Only way I learned it though was by trying, right?

My Love Letter to YOU

2011-09-13T19:33:00.000-05:00

For some reason, right now I'm feeling very emotional and grateful to you. Yes, you! You, there reading this post.

How can I thank you for sharing this journey with me.

I was talking to my Grandma (hi grandma!) today on the phone and she tells me what number post I'm on ("yup, I read #421"). While I honestly have no idea how many posts I've done in the past 4 years, she does. There's something that touches me when I hear from family, friends, or my friends-I-haven't met-yet, that they read my thoughts, stories, life.

Now I've started a new chapter with my life coaching practice and I've heard from so many of you. I can't imagine what my life would be like without my blog--without you. The opportunities it has given me to connect to people I might not have ever met otherwise, share, laugh and learn with you -- be reminded that I'm not alone. I'm not the only one.

I hope I have done that for some of you. I hope you know that I care about you, think about you, what you'd like to read, what makes you laugh, what encourages you.

This may be way too mushy gushy, but as you read this I want you to take away one thing: you are loved.

Remembering

2011-09-11T11:34:00.000-05:00

Strange to think it's been 10 years since 9/11/01. I was a junior at college, waking up in my sorority, Tri-Delt's getting ready for class when I heard the news. Today I feel a sense of duty to educate my kids about this day, the people, the love, the sacrifice and the life lessons we need to learn from it all. But, it's more challenging than I thought, so John and I are using the support of our community.

Yesterday, we went to "Touch a Truck" event at our village park. Barrett was so excited to see the Firetruck loaded with REAL fireman in uniform and everything.

We even witnessed a heroic act!

There was a senior citizen who tried to drive straight through the event. Apparently, he was confused that the parking lot was closed as he navigated around the orange cones and drove straight into a sea of children. (Hello, time to consider the drivers license yank here). I stood stunned as I watched the car drive right past me and my family. I was shocked. Didn't know what to do. [Enter heroic music background] Then... a fireman, broke away from his truck, shouting waving his arms and knocked on the driver's window and stopped the car. SAVED THE DAY! I wanted to go over and hug him. Even off duty, he was protecting and serving. Made my heart swell up with gratitude. A powerful and beautiful illustration for this weekend of remembrance.

This morning we went to church and honored the members who served our community and those who lost their lives. The message was powerful. I cried and learned a few new ways I will teach Barrett and Vivienne as they get older.

Later today, my Youth Commission group is hosting a dessert event for the fireman and police officers at the police station. I'm bringing the kids and made a delicious no-bake dessert, homemade twix bars, will post the recipe later.

Right now, I just want to say my thanks to all those who have gone before us, to protect our freedom, keep us safe, honor their country and God. Thank you.

Preschool -- 1st Day

2011-09-08T15:01:00.002-05:00

I always thought I'd cry when they handed me my baby for the first time in the delivery room. Surprisingly, I didn't. Either time. I was just simply amazed.

I also thought I'd certainly cry the first time I let my baby go; but, again, I didn't. I was amazed. Maybe it was because the moms got to stay the entire time (yeah, that could be it!). I'm not quite sure because I find myself very open to tears if I'm sad.

Barrett was so excited, a little sad and scared at first, but he was so intensely playing with the toys (and mama's camera because we accidentally showed up 15 minutes early--which is like showing up to a movie 2 hours before it starts) so I took pictures as he whizzed up and down the hallway and then Barrett took pictures of me and people coming by. It was a great activity until he fell on the camera in a quick break-away game from me.

I like this program because it's specifically for 2 year olds -- mom's can stay the first 6 weeks, they can wear a diaper, it's only 2 hours long, yadda yadda.

The interesting thing I'm learning about parenting and motherhood: You get to relive your childhood all over again.

I felt a wave of sadness come over me as Barrett was overlooked for a moment at the art and craft station. I almost jumped out of my chair as I wanted to say, "Barrett wants to color!!! Barrett's been waiting patiently!!!" And it hit me. I was watching little Lauren at preschool. Feeling old hurts exposed to new salt. But, as I recognized that, it allowed me to take a deep breath and talk to myself (and resist from jumping all over the teachers!). I gave Barrett space to figure it out, navigate on his own. And THAT was when I wanted to start crying.

Thinking of my little guy starting to navigate life without me. Learning life lessons all on his own. But, as a mom, I also know my job isn't to help him avoid hard lessons, but to be here to love him, catch him, hold him, console him, when he needs someone in his corner and to encourage him to get back out there. But, boy that can be hard sometimes!

Hair Dare

2011-09-06T09:29:00.003-05:00

Ladies, I have a confession: I seriously don't know how to do my hair!

I pretty much have two looks: air dry wavy or flat-iron straight.

So, for my friend Jenny's 30th birthday this weekend I decided the time has come for a third option: soft waves.

I am totally serious that I had to google "how to curl your hair" and I watched about 4 YouTube videos of people showing how to do your hair. I must admit, I felt a little silly. I mean, it's just hair. How do I have SO MUCH and do SO LITTLE with it? I spend a small fortune to stay blonde, so I should invest a few minutes right?

So, incase any of you are interested (or like me) could use some more ideas, I thought I'd share my tricks on the soft wave.

Air Dry Waves: This one's painfully easy. Comb hair with a wide comb, when wet apply a product and air dry for a beachy, wavy look (best stuff if you want non-crunchy, piecy, waves: Curls Rock)

Soft Waves: Air dry hair with some product (I used It's a Ten Miracle Leave-In). Brush through with a fine brush or comb. Now it will be all frizzy and puffy, don't worry. Take pieces and with a curling iron wrap your hair around the iron from the root to tip-- (KEY is to NOT CLAMP DOWN). You start at the top of your head, you don't start at the roots and roll up. Hair spray when you feel like you've got your look, and you're done!

My Article in "What's Happening" Northshore

2011-09-04T19:37:00.000-05:00

I wrote an article for our local paper "What's Happening Northshore," which ran this weekend. The article is called "The Top 5 Ways To Get Promoted."

Technically, this is my first original piece that has been published. Needless to say, I was incredibly excited to see my work land at my front door on Saturday.

The only problem is that it's not available online--only print. So, I took a grainy picture (left) and included the text here for those of you who might be interested to read it.

If you find the topic of promotions, work, etc. interesting -- you might like our upcoming workshop I'm co-leading:

"Women Who Work & Women Who Want to Work"
Wednesday, October 5
7:00-9:00pm
Blue Life Coaching
3100 Dundee Road, Suite 101
Northbrook, IL 60062

During this workshop, we'll be casting a vision for professional goals and defining a path on how to get there. If you're interested in finding out more or reserving your seat ($75 per person), email me at lauren@bluelifecoaching.com.

But that's not all folks. We regularly host workshops on a number of topics (e.g., Fertility, Marriage, Career/Promotions, Motherhood, Parenting, Empty Nesting, Grief, College preparation, Meditation etc.), so if you'd like to be kept in the loop with one of the upcoming workshops, just let me know.

Top 5 Ways to Get Promoted

2011-09-04T18:53:00.002-05:00

Article first published in "WH! What's Happening Northshore!" September 3, 2011. Written by Lauren Blue Schifferdecker, MA, Life Coach

Top Five Ways to Get Promoted
Promotions are exciting. That is, when it’s your promotion. When colleague’s promotions are announced, it can leave you scratching your head—or worse—feeling overlooked. Promotions are no accident. There’s an art to getting to the next level. Here are five skills to advance your title (and your paycheck).

1.) Ask for a promotion. It may sound obvious, but it’s often something people feel uncomfortable doing. Don’t wait for someone else to notice you. If there isn’t an official next level to be promoted to, create one. Be proactive. Showcase your hard work and let your supervisor know what you want. Schedule a meeting to discuss your performance, create a handout listing your accomplishments. Even if they don’t immediately give you a promotion, you’re more likely to be considered if you ask.

2.) Be Open to Feedback. Knowledge is power. If you’re supervisor doesn’t initially agree with your desire for a promotion, ask what specific goals they want to see you accomplish. Be open to hear what areas you need to develop in order to secure your new title. Then, set up a monthly meeting with your boss to demonstrate specific examples of your progress toward those goals.

3.) Think like your boss. Want to be noticed by your boss? Notice them first. Think about what would make their life easier, what would help them do their job better. What would you want if you were the boss? If you meet their needs, they’ll notice. If you’re having trouble imagining what would make your supervisor’s job easier, just ask.

4.) Do a good job for yourself. Everyone likes to be noticed and acknowledged for their achievements. This is a fundamental human need; however, it can be a set-up for failure if you’re only doing a good job to be noticed. Work hard to satisfy you first. Ask yourself if you would be proud to put your name on your work. Ironically, when you’re not working simply to get attention, people notice. They see you have ownership and care about your work.

5.) Notice your feelings. We’re all human. That means we experience basic feelings throughout the day – sad, angry, scared, happy, excited and tender. If you’re having difficulty at work, ask yourself: “What am I feeling?” When you’re in tune with your feelings, you’re more connected to yourself, which translates into increased personal power. For example, if you’re scared or nervous and recognize that feeling, you can choose to make friends with fear and dive in, instead of sabotaging yourself by procrastinating or not doing your best work.

The bottom line is that it’s up to you to get your promotion. Once you’ve made up your mind that you’re ready, don’t give up. With honest, hard work, initiative, increased self-awareness, and an open mind to receive feedback, you can succeed at work and life.

Lauren Schifferdecker M.A., is a Life Coach at Blue Life Coaching LLC, based in Northbrook. Call 312-369-9333, email lauren@bluelifecoaching.com or visit www.bluelifecoaching.com for more information.

Preschool

2011-09-03T09:15:00.005-05:00

Barrett's in a "Terrific Two's" program this fall. He'll go 2 days a week for 2 hours. The moms stay the first 6 weeks and slowly leave the classroom as the kids get comfortable. Preschool light, I say. Which is good because he's still a BABY!!!!

It's not a lot, but it's a huge deal for our world. The idea of him going to preschool really hit me last week in the parent teacher seminar. I found myself choking back tears as they explained how they need to listen to the teacher. Ask the teacher questions and play, eat snacks.

Here are some pics from the Open House last week. As you can see, Vivienne is ready to go! Barrett is too, actually. He's used to the idea because he goes to the nursery at church every week and last year he was in the children's program each week while I was at Bible Study Fellowship.

When we walked in the door, he said, "Bye, bye, mama." Cue the tears. Luckily, Vivienne and I got to stay last week.

We'll see how this week goes on his first official day Wednesday!!! I think it's going to be harder for me than him!

Wedding Pics (8.31.03)

2011-08-31T19:17:00.002-05:00

This one's for you Ally! :) Great point--we need pic's of the big day. Hard to believe when I got married "digital" pictures was the wave of the future. Luckily, I have the disc and an amazing photographer, my aunt!

Here are some of my favorites:

8th Anniversary

2011-08-31T13:30:00.005-05:00

Today, August 31, 2011, is John and my 8th wedding anniversary. Eight is great, but honestly nothing too eventful with two little ones and a crazy schedule!

I watched my wedding video this afternoon. Looking through pictures I am finding that I have one thought (and I know John agrees): I wish I could get married again. Oh--you know what I mean. Same guy, new party. Weddings are so much fun. There really isn't any other celebration quite like it. I remember thinking when we had a baby that it would be similar celebration. EE-wrong. Then, I thought maybe when we had a baptism. EE-wrong. Moving houses, whaterver, you name it. Nothing's like a wedding.

The biggest party ever with all the people you want there, surrounding you with love. Ideally, anyway.

Now, the thing about weddings is that they are like anything else on this earth: they are not perfect. There's always something you would have done differently, done better, avoided. That's the learning part of life. I'm no exception to that one.

The most painful part of watching my wedding video is seeing the faces that have faded in my life. My friendship ended with four of my bridesmaids shortly after my wedding. It is still sad for me, some 8 years later. Challenging to look at mistakes I've made. Upsetting to lose people and to realize people can simply go on living and being happy without you.

But, as painful as it was, it was an opportunity for me to look at myself, really look at myself, to see what was great and what needed some work. I've grown and I believe I wouldn't be the same without having that experience.

Just like in life, we can't always choose how things happen to us, but we can trust that we are people that matter, people that are loved by God, that have a purpose on this earth. We can choose to learn and grow. Even though we know growing pains can be both physically and mentally painful.

With all my life lessons I've had over the last near decade, one thing stands out to me. I am ever so grateful to have a man that stands by my side. Holds my hair while I cry, holds my hand when I am scared and smiles at me in this way that says "I know who you are, just who you are. And, I still love you." I sometimes think John was put in my life to give me a taste of the divine, forgiving, endless, inexplicable and strong love that God has for us.

And, that gives me the courage to watch my wedding video -- mistakes, painful mixed emotions an all--just to see that look he gives me when we made our lives blend together into one family.

Happy Anniversary my darling, beloved John.

Changes

2011-08-23T20:35:00.005-05:00

Lately I've been thinking a lot about change. Why can it be so hard? For the most part, people (like myself) don't like change. It feels uncertain, unpredictable, scary. Ironically, change is one of the few things that you can count on always being consistent in life.

If it wasn't for change, we wouldn't cherish photos the way we do. If everyone always looked the same, same age, yadda yadda...the beauty and magic of a moment captured would be more ordinary. Change can make things special and beautiful.

My brother has gone to China with a one-way ticket. We're not sure when he's coming back, probably another year or so. In fact, I sold my brother's car today. When the new owner drove away and the car disappeared into nothing, I cried. It felt like I was watching my brother dissolve away. I thought of all the times Barrett got excited to see "Uncle FEEl's car"

I realized this change was one that I didn't welcome, didn't want and had no control over. But, like so many things, it was simply change. In my quest to find the positive, I see that with a dramatic distance goodbye, I appreciated my brother more when he was home. Who knows, maybe I would have seen him less if he was living downtown.

I'm trying to trust that God has a plan that he has woven together for my life. It isn't perfect. It isn't without trouble, or pain. But ultimately he wants good for us.

At times like these, when change feels bigger than me, more than my control, I love verses like Jeremiah 29:11 "For I know the plans I have for you,” declares the LORD, “plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future."

God wants us to succeed. He doesn't promise it's easy, but he desires good for our lives and that makes me sleep just a little more like a snug-bug-in-a-rug. Hope it does for you too.

UH-OH

2011-08-22T07:50:00.002-05:00

What do they say? One step forward, two back? How about one step forward, and then you fall off the side of a mountain. That's more what I'm thinking this morning.

It may not be a newsflash, but Barrett is a big passy enthusiast. Prefers it over the best tasting delights. We are working on encouraging him to chose other things, like say, nothing. It's going okay.

For the longest time Barrett called it an "uh-oh" for the longest time. Why uh-o? Well, he'd drop it all the time when I was carrying him and I'd bend over and say, "uh-oh!" as we picked up the passy for the 19th time. Then, he just started calling them uh-ohs...hillarious.

I've been encouraged about his progress and then I saw this. He's replaced his habit by sucking on odd things at his disposal, like a rubber cap, fingers, and toys.

This morning I looked up and saw. Barrett. Sucking. His. THUMB. And all I could say was

UH-OH!!!!

Thumb-sucking was part of my identity as a child. One of the hardest habits I ever had to quit. Scratch that. It was THE hardest. Took years, teachers, crafty techniques, bribes, and finally an orthodontist gluing the "spreader" in my mouth.

He's not sucking it now....only time will tell with this one....but I just pray he doesn't have as hard as a time as his mama!

PS--Phil this one's for ya. Hope you're doing well out in China!!!! Miss you.

My New Niece!

2011-08-18T09:01:00.003-05:00

Welcome to the world, and family, sweet Stella Rose!

Stella Rose
Tuesday, August 16, 2011
3:38 p.m.
7 lbs, 5 oz, 20 inches

This is especially exciting as Vivienne and Barrett's gain another cousin friend (3 in total now, all from the same family). They have two older cousins (Stella Rose's older brother and sister), but now they have a playmate!!! Especially Vivienne. I remember the bond I had with my girl cousins. One was 2 years older, one 2 years younger and I loved them like sisters.

So excited .... and I must admit, going to the hospital and seeing John hold a little bundle did give me a little baby fever. But, again, nothing to discuss for another year or two.

Join the fun...more guinea pigs!

2011-08-16T14:27:00.003-05:00

Okay....I promise, cross-my-heart....I will stop talking about Life Coaching. But, you guys, I'm so excited I can't help myself.

Over the last few weeks, I have met some AWESOME fellow bloggers in the first guinea pig round and I am having so much fun! I am so impressed by people willing to try something new, and go for their life and dreams! I seriously love my peeps.

So, I'm offering another "Guinea Pig" round, for anyone out there who's curious, interested, or wondering what this is all about.

The next round of guinea pigs will get one free session. That way you can see if it's for you, get a taste of what Life Coaching is all about. If you like it, great we can do more. If you don't feel like it's your thing at the moment, no biggie. I know these things only work if the timing is right, and sometimes it's just not the right moment -- that's totally okay.

If you're interested in the next round email me at lauren@bluelifecoaching.com and we can coordinate schedules.

Talk soon!!! If not, keep on being awesome. I appreciate you reading and pretty promise to talk about other stuff, like baby poop, soon!

Just a Hand

2011-08-14T12:49:00.005-05:00

Sometimes we all need a hand. To hold, or help. Sometimes that's all we need. To provide comfort, love, connection.

This morning, that was all Vivienne needed. Here's the story....

This morning we surprised my parents and brother (my brother is leaving for China on Wed--I'm so sad, I don't even want to talk about it) with an early morning visit. John and I went to the bakery, picked up goodies for everyone and stopped for an impromptu breakfast.

We enjoyed bagels, donuts, coffee and laughter before church.

My mom said it best: It was like Christmas. We all were in good spirits, excited to see each other and mostly just enjoying hanging out in the kitchen telling stories and enjoying the smell of coffee in the air.

It was also sad. We all know my brother Phil is headed out to an uncertain path in China. He's exploring the world. Exploring himself. Exploring other cultures. He doesn't know when he'll return. Or where he'll live. All he knows is that he's going with an open mind and a one-way ticket.

I love my brother and will miss him dearly. So, I was particularly touched to see the sweet brother-sister bond blossoming with Barrett and Vivienne this morning.

On our way to the bakery, Vivienne started crying. Barrett hates this. He usually says in the stroller "Stop it. Cy-ing" or "No like it. Cy-ing" or "Baby, cy-ing--oh no!"

Today, in the backseat he said, "Baby! Cy-ing! Hand, hand. Hold Hand." Then, as I looked back, I saw the two of them reaching for each other.....and as if watching in slow motion....their chubby little hands met in the middle. And, they held hands. Guess what? Vivienne stopped crying. That's all she needed. Connection. Love. Attention.

It about stopped my heart. It was like seeing a basket full of puppies sitting on a birthday cake. Just too much cute-ness all wrapped up together.Best part? I caught the moment on my iPhone. Be. Still. My. Beating. Heart.

I also realized the bond between brothers and sisters is one that runs deep. I'm grateful to have that. I'm grateful my kids have that. Excited to see how my relationship with my brother will bloom, and excited to watch Barrett & Vivienne's connection grow.

Feeling sad. And, happy. And, excited .... all together this morning.

Pooped

2011-08-10T21:18:00.004-05:00

Sorry for the boy humor, but poop seems to be the theme around here lately. So, last night Barrett and Vivienne are taking a bath. Normal stuff, splashing, pushing.... soaking mom. They are already starting to gang up on me and they think it's hilarious. I must admit, I am amused by their effort to work together.

After the bath, Vivienne's up on the changing table getting the lotion, Triple Paste, jammy action -- let the countodown to bedtime begin. Barrett was running around in a hooded towel, which has a animal head and tail. Pottery Barn geniuses. He's in love with this towel. So he's all running around making trouble when he comes frantically into Vivienne's room--looking behind him like something's chasing him saying, "Oh no! POOP!"

And there it was. Little plops of poop falling out of his butt as he was trying to run away from it. Like it was gunna get him. Mind you, this is after the bath. Sigh.

But, my mama bear instincts (and years of childhood psychology classes) kicked in and I remembered how important it is to not embarrass or shame a kid for accidents. So, we made fun of it, made a game of it and I cleaned it up. One of the turds was seriously just a grape. All on it's own. I must love the kid, because I cleaned it up. TMI, I know.

Lesson Learned. Tonight I bathed them separately, in hopes of avoiding the wait time after bath. And as Vivienne was sitting there while I sang "Head, Sholders, Knees and Toes" she started making a funny face. And, then she turned red. Purple. And that's when it hit me. She's pooping!

Pooped in the tub. Then as I picked her up another little "plop" into the water.

So, tonight ... I'm laughing as I write this and am imagining my kids reading in 20 years.... I'm pooped!!!!!!! Sorry guys, I couldn't keep this to myself.

Sleeping Dumplin'

2011-08-09T13:33:00.003-05:00

What is it about a child that is so intoxicating when they fall asleep?

Today I popped out for an hour to work. While I was out the babysitter had decorated a little mug with Barrett for me (melt my heart...and what a babysitter...she brought her own arts & crafts) and both kiddos were ready to knock-out.

Jackpot.

Barrett requested that I nurse Vivienne downstairs with him, instead of going upstairs to nurse and lay her down. So, I did. The little dumpling fell dead asleep on me.

There's just something about that moment, when their small little body is asleep on you, that everything in the world feels right.

Any annoyances, frustrations from the day dissolve away and I'm just left with a lump in my throat and heart filled with an unexplainable love for my little baby. Part of me. Separate from me. Absolute trust. Absolute dependence. Absolute love.

At the end of the day, we're all just babies wanting to sleep in our mothers arms. Vulnerable, needy, hungry for attention and wanting unconditional love, at some level. Babies just show it so unashamedly, and it's beautiful.

I find it intoxicating. Don't you?

Guinea Pigs Wanted

2011-08-06T12:53:00.005-05:00

Are you in the mood to try something New? Fun? Exciting? Then, read on.

I'm looking for three guinea pigs at my life coaching practice . We want to explore the effectiveness of phone and/or skype sessions so I'm offering free mini sessions to try it out.

Rules of the Game:

If you're interested in being considered, email me at lauren@bluelifecoaching.com
I'll send you a simple questionnaire and confidentiality agreement to complete
We'll schedule 2-3 sessions (50 minutes each)
A session will consist of me calling you or skype (whatever you prefer), talking about your life, exploring anything you'd like to improve, brainstorming ideas to make your life more fabulous, or just letting off some steam at the end of a long day!
At the end of our mini trial run (2-3 sessions), I'll just ask you let me know what worked and what might be more effective for phone sessions.
That's it!

Fine Print:
Timing of the sessions is based on your schedule. If you have little ones though, it's best to try to plan the session when they aren't awake or needing your attention. I'm available early morning, later in the evening, middle of the day--pretty much you name it.

At the end of the 2-3 sessions, if you want to do more, we can talk about it then. For now, I'm just interested in the first sessions for feedback, not trying to get you to sign on for more.

Anything we talk about is strictly and legally confidential.

You and I can't know each other personally (aka friends), sorry. We can know each other as acquaintances, blogger friends, etc. But, life coaching and counseling are more effective when there's a confidentiality boundary.

C'mon, now's your moment.
If you've been toying with the idea of getting a private life coach or counseling, this is a great opportunity. It's free, time-limited, and you don't even have to leave your house. Heck, you can be in jammies. Do it for yourself! If you're feeling a little nervous, that's even better. Ask yourself why you're getting that feeling. You may find that this little window of opportunity might be calling your name.

Feel free to pass along to your friends, or share with your bloggers. If you want to know more about me, or life coaching check out Blue Life Coaching www.bluelifecoaching.com

Thanks!

9 Months

2011-08-05T12:09:00.003-05:00

I love 9 month updates. Vivienne's officially been out as long as she was in. What I mean is it took 9 months to create her in my body, and now she's lived outside my body for 9 months.

9 in-9 out. Boy, a lot happens in each of those sets of 9 months. Most people are familiar with the first 9 months in the body, going from a zygote to cluster of cells, to embryo to baby. But what happens in the 9 months out of the body can be so much more individual, personal.

I've been waiting to post this in hopes that I could say "she's crawling!"....but, she's not. Barrett crawled a week before his 9 month mark. It's now at least a week after, and no dice for Vivienne Mae. That's okay, I know. She's her own perfect little self, here's what she's been up to:

Movement: Scooting around, army crawling...anything to get my phone or remote
Favorite game: "Soooo Big!" Where she puts her little fists in the air so intensely
Words: dada (for her daddy....and mommy) dah (for dog), jah (I swear, she's trying to say Jack our dog's name) Bah (for Barrett)
Teeth: 4 total (top 2 are huge, top 2 are teeny: John calls them pee-wee teeth)
Sleeping: like a dream, goes to bed between 6-8 pm, sleeps till 6 am
Personality: Smiley, bright, sunshine, engaging, makes eye contact with strangers and draws out the most unsuspecting people. She is fiesty, making fists and screams when she doesn't get what she wants, but for the most part she is known for being such an easy baby!!
Food: pretty much everything...I even gave her a bite of fish last night (then realized I think that's not allowed yet, oops. She lived.) Her favorite is cheese. She gets all whiny when I pull it out of the fridge until I give her some. She loves bananas, peaches, cheerios, raisins...and other normal baby food stuff
Nursing: still in the morning, before naps and bedtime ...and as I type this...no joke
Bottle: no dice
Sippy Cup: loves it with water at meals
Big Brother Barrett: Loves, especially when he holds her arm or leg in the stroller or when he makes her belly laugh at meals, not so much with the wrestling or whacks here and there
Little brother/sister: Nothing on the horizon....mama needs a break after being pregnant or nursing since October 2008 ....That's 36 straight months (which goes something like this: 10 months prego with Barrett, 7 months nursing Barrett, 10 months prego with Vivienne, 9 months nursing). Honestly, we're not sure if we'll have a #3, but we'll revisit the idea when Vivienne is 2 years old, so in October 2012. If I listen to the still small voice inside my heart, I think we will have a #3 and then close up shop.

Vivienne, thank you for blessing us

Summer Carnival

2011-08-03T21:20:00.007-05:00

Tonight John and I took Barrett (2 years) & Vivienne (9 months) to their first carnival together! Barrett went last year and loved it, this year he was even more excited.

It was such a thrill to watch his joy and excitement going from ride to ride....I wanted to suck it up through a straw. I felt myself looking at him, riding the wave of happiness and thrill as he lost his stomach on a little dragon roller-coaster.

There just is nothing on this earth that could give me the joy I get while watching my kids experience happiness.

Vivienne even went on her first merry-go-round ride too! She was not quite as thrilled. She liked to look at her brother, look up at the lights and lean her body off the side of the horse. My arm was in pain by the end of it from holding her up.

It was a slice of American Pie. My friends all around me with their babies and kids, my amazing husband running from ride to ride with the B-man. My mom and brother there beside us laughing, watching, enjoying the looks on Barrett's face as he mouthed the word "WOAH" around each corner. The summer air.

Ahhhh, life can be so sweet sometimes.

Then we walked home about 6 blocks from our downtown carnival and as we did, Barrett held Vivienne's leg. He's been doing that lately on our walks. It can't be comfortable for him, but it definitely comforts him to be connected with his sissy. Melts my heart. They remind me of a little old married couple--no words, just a simple touch, and joy.

The Comfort of the Same

2011-07-29T13:52:00.006-05:00

On Wednesday, my mom and I boldly faced the adventure of taking a 4-hour road trip with Barrett and Vivienne to visit my grandma. My grandma still lives in the house she bought with her sweetheart some 60 years (I think?) ago. My mom's 2 brothers and 1 sister all live within a hour-radius (1 brother lives in Iowa, but visits often).

The one thing I can always count on is that it's the same. Everything is the same. And, sometimes same is just so darn nice. You know what I mean? I find a deep comfort in having a place on this earth that is untouched by time. It's therapeutic.

The smell of the garage, the breezeway, the small kitchen table, the silverware drawer, the coffee mugs, my grandma's hair in a bun, the tin secretly filled with M&Ms, the upstairs attic with sloped ceilings and miniature chairs, tables, cupboards filled with collectable things of every sort.

As I walked through the house, memories from my childhood, teens, High School, College, and my 20s flooded me. The sameness seemed to highlight the difference in me--my years, my time and how fast I've grown up and changed. I remember digging through drawers discovering treasures, drawing on the big ole coffee table, taking baths in the cast-iron tub. It was all the same. The only thing different was the girl looking back at me in the dimly lit mirror. She looked different. The trees were taller too.

Now my mom is the grandma. My grandma is the great-grandma. I am the mom. My kids are the babies getting into trouble (and boy-oh-boy did Barrett give us a run for our money....). We're the same people, just older, with different jobs. It makes me feel sad and incredibly lucky.

It felt like a right of passage, bringing my own two babies to this land of discoveries with toys, trinkets, collectable untouchables. The smell of home cooked food made with old fashioned hand mixers and iron scissors older than me.

My grandmas house is small, simple, comfortable and clean. My family isn't perfect, but they are good people with big hearts. My aunts, my uncles, my cousins, my grandma...we all squeezed into the small living room, talked for hours, laughed, cried and caught up on life. Just like we've done for years.

While it was utterly exhausting to have 2 babies in someone else's house (breaking things, dropping cups of juice, falling out of beds, sleepless nights), I came away thinking one thing: I love my grandmas house.

It makes me feel like I have a place where I belong. People I am connected to. A home away from home. And while life will continue to change, and things will not always be the same--not even that little old house--that feeling I have will remain with me. And I don't think there's much more you can ask than that.

P.S. I love you grandma -- I know you're reading this!

Life Coach

2011-07-25T10:00:00.000-05:00

I'm excited to finally share something I've been working on now for a while. Drum roll, please-- I'm joining Blue Life Coaching TODAY as a Life Coach. Here's the website: www.bluelifecoaching.com

How did I get here? Many of you may know my story, but here she goes: I majored in Psychology at the University of Illinois and had an awakening. Years later I hit the books again to get my Masters Degree in Psychology (Community Counseling)--not even knowing what I'd do with the degree. I mostly got my Masters because I enjoyed and loved the material. It was almost like a hobby. In my personal life, I started seeing a therapist and have never turned back and now I'm interwoven into a women's group that has taught me so much about the positive powers of women connections and myself.

I feel most alive when I'm working on my life. And, I believe it works. For example, research shows having a support network can reduce pain, increase fertility rates, increase positive outcomes after surgery and increase productivity at work. And those are just a few examples done by statistical analytical people. I can tell you, personally, my life is better because of my personal growth work.

So, I guess I'm selling what I'm buying, so-to-speak. I want to share, give back, support others. And, Life Coaching is a little bit different avenue than the one I've taken. Life Coaching is a shorter-term approach to improving people's lives. We focus on a few areas to improve, like body, desire for a better career, connection with your boyfriend/husband/wife, closer feeling to God, friendships, making more money, experiencing more happiness, etc. And then move forward to make dreams become reality.

My office is in Northbrook, Illinois (30 minutes north of Chicago), but I offer phone sessions, skype and FaceTime (for daring iPhone users). So if you know of anyone who might possibly be interested in a private Life Coach, please send them my way! OR, if you yourself might want something better in your life, just email me at lauren@bluelifecoaching.com and I can tell you more about the process.

I don't bite and I don't sell timeshares. Promise. I'd love to hear from you, even if you just want some basic info!

Please help me spread the word. Spread the love.

Blue Life Coaching
3100 Dundee Road, Suite 101
Northbrook, IL 60062
lauren@bluelifecoaching.com
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Oh no. HAIR!!!!

2011-07-24T13:59:00.004-05:00

I've included a happy picture of John and I out to dinner last night celebrating my good friend's 30th birthday. I am using the picture to get your honest opinion. Look at my hair. It doesn't look THAT offensive to you, does it? I've always had long hair. It's my style, except for when I donated a bunch to Locks for Love.

So why then is Barrett all of the sudden terrified of my hair? Terrified. Let me explain. If my hair isn't securely tied back, he screams "Oh no. HERE!!!!!" Which is how he pronounces hair, crazy toddler. He says this over followed up with a simple command: "Back. Back." This goes on and on until I get a rubber band.

After I tie my hair back, he inspects my work with this serious face. I turn, show him my hair is back, he looks, squinting his eyes, then gives me a nod. Then I am allowed to approach.

I've tried shortcuts, like tucking my hair into the back of my shirt or tying my hair in a knot. He finds it offensive. Barrett isn't fooled by any hair trickery. He wants it back. And, he wants it secure.

It makes me wonder, does it tickle him? does it bother him? Does it scare him, like maybe he's pulled my hair a few times and I got mad? Is he embarrassed???? Oh please say it's not that. It will devastate my self-image as a "cool mom."

P.S. Sorry for the absence....yes...I've been working on something. I'll reveal more tomorrow!!!!!

Welcome Lyla Paige!!!

2011-07-13T19:01:00.004-05:00

One of my best friends Jodi of ump-teen many years...dating back to the prehistoric years of High School... had her first baby this week!!!

Welcome, welcome. Lyla Paige, what a pretty name. Guess what? Her birthday is even better: 7-11-11. I'm so excited for my friend Jodi. She was glowing. It looked so natural to see her with her little bundle on her chest. I felt odd that the whole scene didn't seem odd--like Lyla was part of the picture from the beginning of time.

Why is that when someone has a baby for the first time, it takes my mind so long to wrap the reality around it, like a pig in a blanket? I seriously just looked at Lyla's tiny cheeks, nose, eyelashes, eyes and all I could think was how was all of that inside of Jodi just 12 hours ago?

Birth, life, beginnnings...it just boggles my mind. It's the most beautiful illustration of God to me. His miracle of creation. Perfect, beautiful, full of dreams, possibilities, blameless, innocent, loving.

Jodi, congrats. My heart is bursting with happiness and joy for you, because your heart is going to burst with happiness and joy as you and Lyla get to know each other and have the eternal mother-daughter relationship. You're going to be a great mom, I can tell.

Be Joyful...Always?

2011-07-10T18:39:00.004-05:00

The other day I was reading a book to Barrett and Vivienne about Joy. I noticed a Bible verse at the end that really got me. It said, "Always be joyful." 1 Thessalonians 5:16.

Just like that. So easy, simple. And all I could think was, "ALWAYS? C'mon God. Really?" How about "most of the time" or "often." Yeah, yeah. Often is good. I like that better. There isn't enough wiggle room with the word "always."

It really got me thinking. There are so many hard things going on right now, people are out of jobs, losing their homes, sinking in debt. Then there those who are sick, fighting for their lives and health. And they're supposed to be joyful?

I looked in the Bible for context. Maybe, it was a message for a certain group of people back in the ole' days. Life was probably very different then. Yes, maybe that's it! But it's not. (full context is at the bottome of this post)

Then I was reminded, if we are connected with God, then everything else simply doesn't matter. Everyone dies, 100% of all people die. Even Jesus. This world, this life, my house, my cars, my body...it's all temporary. So everything isn't going to be perfect, and if I wait to feel joy until I have it all right, I'll never get there.

God wants me to stand out, be extrodinary and spread his love to others. And the way to do that is to be loving, joyful and greatful for everything I've been given, even if it seems like crap sometimes. Which it does. I'm mad at God constantly for things I want that I don't have, or how hard things get sometimes. I tell him so, and I feel more connected by being honest with him.

So...as a challenge to myself I've been playing a game with God called "I'm so lucky." Every time I feel upset or angry, I have to say one reason why I'm so lucky. For example, Barrett threw his cup of water across the kitchen island and got water ev-er-y-where. I was so mad. But, I looked around and thought again, "joyful? Really God?"

Then I saw it: my iPhone. Eureka, I had it. "I'm so lucky because this water didn't get all over my iPhone." And, guess what? I was annoyed for a minute, but then I felt better. Happier.

I smiled at my little game with God. And, I have to imagine, he smiled too.

1 Thessalonians 5
The Day of the Lord
Now, brothers and sisters, about times and dates we do not need to write to you, 2 for you know very well that the day of the Lord will come like a thief in the night. 3 While people are saying, “Peace and safety,” destruction will come on them suddenly, as labor pains on a pregnant woman, and they will not escape.
4 But you, brothers and sisters, are not in darkness so that this day should surprise you like a thief. 5 You are all children of the light and children of the day. We do not belong to the night or to the darkness. 6 So then, let us not be like others, who are asleep, but let us be awake and sober. 7 For those who sleep, sleep at night, and those who get drunk, get drunk at night. 8 But since we belong to the day, let us be sober, putting on faith and love as a breastplate, and the hope of salvation as a helmet. 9 For God did not appoint us to suffer wrath but to receive salvation through our Lord Jesus Christ. 10 He died for us so that, whether we are awake or asleep, we may live together with him. 11 Therefore encourage one another and build each other up, just as in fact you are doing.

Final Instructions
12 Now we ask you, brothers and sisters, to acknowledge those who work hard among you, who care for you in the Lord and who admonish you. 13 Hold them in the highest regard in love because of their work. Live in peace with each other. 14 And we urge you, brothers and sisters, warn those who are idle and disruptive, encourage the disheartened, help the weak, be patient with everyone. 15 Make sure that nobody pays back wrong for wrong, but always strive to do what is good for each other and for everyone else.
16 Rejoice always, 17 pray continually, 18 give thanks in all circumstances; for this is God’s will for you in Christ Jesus.

The Passy.

2011-07-08T10:35:00.003-05:00

Barrett's 2 years old, so we have a few hurdles ahead of us. Two exactly: potty training and the passy. Since I'm giving myself a full year for the potty training, I'm zero-ing in on the passy situation. Also known as a "wassy" "uh-oh" "kitten" "blue" "geen" and "white" (he is starting to give specific names for each one)

It's just a passy, you might say. Take it away. You're bigger, stronger. He will eventually give up, forget and move on. All true statements.

Here's the thing. I was a thumb-sucker. Loved my thumb--loved it well into 3rd grade. The only reason I stopped was because of "the spreader." A torture device inserted by an orthodontist to help my teeth spread (which saved me from having braces, so thank you Dr. Khol if you're out there reading this!). It had a metal bar that ran across the top of my mouth so I couldn't suck. It wasn't the dolls, the bitter tasting nail polish remover, the self-motivation, the shame, social embarrassment that made me stop. No sirree. It was a physical bar glued in my face.

So, my son is...well, he's my son. I think the passy will be a MONUMENTAL hurdle we need to jump.

We were going to try this week. Gulp. But now I'm having second thoughts. So, I wrote a little children's book to help Barrett. It's about this passy who lived in heaven with his fairy mother, and came down to earth to help Barrett, but now has to go back to be with his mother. Sort of copied a little book, you may have heard of it, called the Bible. And, I did the illustrations and everything!

Barrett liked my book, but he wasn't buying it.

We'll see....I don't want to create more of an "issue" about the passy, but I also want to help him avoid some of the embarrassment that I had when I was growing up.

Truthfully, I'm still just a little thumb-sucking girl disguised as a mom. I feel like I could get back into sucking my thumb if it was socially acceptable. I'm serious on that one. Have you ever tried it? Go ahead. No one's looking. Just for a second. It's intoxicatingly relaxing. Isn't it!?

At the end of the day, we all just want our kids to have it better than we did. Learn from our mistakes, avoid our heartache. But, I also know that life, is life. If it's not the same mistake, it will be a different one.

Proud to be an American

2011-07-04T21:56:00.005-05:00

Our Fourth of July is magical. Barrett is 2 years old, Vivienne 8 months. Last year, I was only 22 or so weeks pregnant. How strange!

I have to say, I just am enchanted by our little hometown events. Pancakes in the Park to start the day, a terrific parade followed by perfect weather for an outdoor bbq with my parents and fireworks crackling through the night air. Neighbors were waving, people were smiling, holding hands...and of course the good ole' American tradition of SWEATING like a saturated sponge.

Barrett loved the parade--fire trucks, collecting candy, danced to the marching band, mostly just watched with his mouth a little bit open as he tried to understand why all these people were making such a fuss about walking down our little street.

It was a great day. I couldn't help but tear up (yes, I'm THAT sappy) watching my little son enjoy the parade while some float blarred the song: "Cause I'm Proud To be an American."

But, what REALLY gets me are the vets. Seeing those men, many just little ole wrinkly guys, who faught for our freedom. Risked their lives, watched friends die, all so we can wave our little wooden flags and sit in freedom with our kids on our laps, sweating, and smiling at each other in our free little life....They always get me. Lump in throat every time.

God Bless the USA. Seriously, God. We could use a little nudge. Pretty please. Thank you for everything you've given us, and if you could just send a little more lovin' down soon, we'd all appreciate it. So many of us are just hangin' in there! AMEN.

Power Out for 3 Days

2011-06-26T19:25:00.004-05:00

This week we had a huge storm with 100-mph-winds and our little village lost power for 3 full days. At first I thought, "Hey, this is kind of fun--like an adventure! I really don't even use the lights all that much anyway."

True. But, power does so much more than that. Lights, dishwasher, washing machine, garbage disposal, cell phone charger, fridge, air conditioning, oven, stove, TV, garage door opener (I had to manually open and close garage doors all week and seriously almost chipped a nail, humph!). The list goes on. It's so easy to forget how much power, powers us!

So, I've read every book in the house to the kids. Gone on endless walks. Laughed with John as we sipped (spiked) lemonade in the pitch black on our bench under the magnolia tree or by candlelight in the living room.

There were actually a lot of positives I've learned from no power. One of the biggest lessons for me was with the TV. It's still "broken" if you ask Barrett. And so far, we've kept it off. I've had so much more fun playing and interacting with him since it's been off.

Don't get me wrong, I'm SO happy to have the power back. It was turned on just in time for Barrett's 2nd Birthday (yesterday!) so I could bake a cake, see around the house while decorating and relaxing in the nice cool house. More to come on the b-day.

Be well. Enjoy your power, it's an easily overlooked pleasure.

A Picture of Saving Money at Costco

2011-06-21T20:43:00.004-05:00

"There, there," Barrett's saying. We all know. Shopping is no fun while trying to save money.

Poor little honey girl. That's how I feel too--I'm just bawling on the inside. It's NO fun at all!!! I mean, it's Costco for crying out loud (is THAT where that saying comes from!?!??!!!!) Seriously. Is that where "Crying out loud" comes from? A baby? Does everyone know this, or just me?

You have to undersand, I believed for a LONG time that "clo" was singluar for "clothes." Like: "Mom, will you bring me that clo, my other shirt is dirty."

Anyway, back to Costco. Snap. Don't tell me we don't need a new set of golf clubs. I'm going to golf SOME day, may as well save today. See? I'm saving money all over the place.

Let's Go WILD KITS!!

2011-06-21T12:11:00.005-05:00

Yesterday, Barrett participated in one of Northwestern's psychology research studies on child development. Naturally, they told me he was the most boy-genius they've ever encountered and offered him an academic scholarship to secure his place after High School.

We're still exploring our options at this point, but we're flattered by the gesture.

While my imagination MAY have slightly slipped from reality, it was still exciting,all the same. And, check out the cool t-shirt he "won" from the prize bin. They had some seriously awesome prizes for the kids to chose from after the study. And what did Barrett chose? A cereal cup holder. It must have been so obvious how upset I was that the research lab, um, lady (?) told me that it was okay if I took a t-shirt too. Phew, it was good that we avoided a mama-melt-down. That would have been seriously embarrassing.

[insert throat clearing: aa-eehhmmmm] I don't know if I've mentioned it (yes, I do know, actually but I can't help myself) I was a research assistant at the University of Illinois' infant cognition lab and did the same stuff with babies back in my day. Don't worry, I only told the lab folks about 8 times. These people must have loved us!

The study doesn't pay for participants, but it's awesome to help further research AND, as I mentioned, they have really cool prizes (whisper: for the kids). If you're in the Chicago-land area, have kids under the age of 3 years ... consider participating, they're looking for more participants.

Northwestern's Project on Child Development. Call and register your child at(847) 491-3316 or visit http://www.psych.northwestern.edu/childdevelopment/

If it's White, it's Wet.

2011-06-20T09:02:00.005-05:00

This is what I told John...talking real slow, with both hands in a slow-down motion: "If it's white, assume it's wet."

Let me back up a minute.

Lately, my "thing" has been saving money and redecorating. The two might not seem like an obvious pair, but here's how it goes.

About saving money, here's a big lesson I learned: Costco, Grocery, Target all seem like innocent errands. True. But, without a list, I can turn into a wreck less "saving" maniac. I see a deal, and I get excited about s-aaaa-ving money. Then, all of the sudden I look in my basket and have a jumbo-pack of cherries, lawn chairs, a new Britta pitcher and kids clothes. But, if I make a list -- and stick to it-- it is a huge help to save money and avoid putting more bulk items in the crawl space.

About decorating, I just figured out that it can be FREE to redecorate your house. Just re-arrange! Honest. I've been playing around, moved a few things here to there, there to over here. Pulled the leaf out of my dining room table, moved it over. I have not spent ONE PENNY and I feel a new, fresh flow to the house. It's so exciting and slightly addicting.

Last lesson about decorating, a small can of white paint can rock your world. I must say, I love white. I have a white kitchen, and decorate in mostly cream, beige, light blue and white. Our house is beachy (minus a lakefront view). I like to think it's Martha-inspired, but some areas are needin some lovin.

John and I bought a can of white paint, I dug out an old paint brush and I've been painting EVRAH-THANG that is white, white. It's funny how you think something is white, then you put a fresh coat of white paint on and realize how wrong you've been.

A fresh coat of white paint is like a breath of fresh air. A puffy cloud in the sky. Clean sheets, hot from the dryer. That wonderful feeling after you exhale. Ahhhhhhhhh....

I've painted small things: the back part of the stairs, the stair railings, the window sills, mirror frames, doors, and some parts of walls. I swear, if you came over you wouldn't go, "wow, your windows are so white" but there's a fresh, clean, feeling. All for about $15 bucks.

Have any other money-saving tips? Low-budg decorating ideas? Share please. I'm all ears.

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In My Next 30 Years

2011-06-16T18:58:00.003-05:00

It's a funny thing, approaching my 30th birthday has really made me do some soul searching.

You see, I have a September birthday, so I was always the B-A-B-Y of the class. Groan. Turned 5 in Kindergarten, 16 my Junior year, 18 my freshman year in college. 21 my senior year in college. I felt like I was desperately trying to keep up, always.

Pause for the canned audience laugh.

Now, I've finally got my wish. I've caught up. I'm turning 30 this September and it's the very first birthday that I'm not trying to speed up.

In this soul searching, I've discovered that I made a lot of deals with myself through childhood (and early 20s) about my wise and wonderful 30s. I'd tell myself "once I was 30...I'd [fill-in-the-blank with something awesome]" Something like this:

"When I'm 30, I'll be rich."
"I'll figure out my dieting by 30"
"Once I get to 30, I'll be mature and things won't bother me"
"Evertying will be easier in my 30s"
"When I'm 30, I'll be more disciplined and a better runner"
"I'll figure out how to do my hair by my 30s"

For some reason, the 30-year mark felt like a safe one to bet on. Sort of like one of my favorite creeds: Diet starts tomorrow.

In a way 30 seemed like it would never come. Never happen for me. I remember on my 24th birthday, John hosted a party at a hot club downtown. I felt so excited and happy, but I was bothered that I was only turning 24 years old. I told someone that I'd pay $1,000 to be turning 25 instead of 24. Guess what? I turned 25 and it was FREE. All I had to do was wait 364 more days.

So I'm freakin' out a bit. Most of the "deals" I've made with myself have not come true. I'm realizing, some of those deals may never come true. They're not realistic.

But, on the flip side, In the last 30 years I have done a lot of cool things. Things that weren't even on my list. I'll save those for another post, because this is already too long.

In the last few (dark) weeks, I've felt sorry for myself. Been sad, mad, angry, scared. But as the clouds are parting, I look at my little family and I feel so much joy. What else could possibly matter in this world, other than family, love, friends and a connection with God?

I'm happy, lucky, grateful and excited about what is ahead in my next 30 years. Thank you Tim McGraw!!!! Y'all HALF to watch these video. Sorry for the horrible Southern Ax-sent

Rainy Day Activity

2011-06-09T11:22:00.005-05:00

When I say: SUMMER, you say: YAY

Summer -- Yay!
Summer -- Yay!

Let's hear some noise people. C'mon. You can do better than that! I want everyone in the house to say BUH-BUY WINTER!!!!!! [Insert sound of someone talking with their lips swallowing the microphone... why do people do that? Just turn the volume up.]

I have to say, I feel like a better mom in the summer. Although I've been wrestling with some sadness and frustrations with life this week, I also have had a lot of fun with the kids. We went to the pool, pulled weeds in the yard, released the riding toys out on the driveway, sat on the bench under our magnolia tree and let the breeze relax us.

Today is a rainy day though. After watching a movie (or two) thank you sir Shrek and How To Train Your Dragon, I decided that I wasn't going to let it beat me. I looked around and tried to remember what I liked to do, how I liked to play and then it hit me: FORTS!!!!!!!

Simply put a blanket over a table or some chairs and voila -- you have yourself a FORT good for hours (okay, more like minutes if we're talkin' about toddler boys) of entertainment! Barrett and I had so much fun hiding his toys under there. Talking, laughing, relaxing.

I must admit, for a minute, I even forgot that I was the mom (and 3x too big for this particular fort). The reality quickly returned after hitting my head a few times.

Forts. I highly recommend them for rainy days.

Youth Commissioner

2011-06-07T08:57:00.004-05:00

I've got some news to announce. NO. I'm not pregnant. Whew.

I'm excited to announce that I will be serving my local village government as a Youth Commissioner!

Dusted off my suit, polished up the resume, smoothed my hair out, and went down to the Village Hall and interviewed with a panel of the Board of Trustees.

At first, I thought I was going to have to interview like a criminal speaking into that small microphone on a wooden table in front of the officials sitting behind a pew of superiority. Um, no, your honor. I didn't launder $5 million dollars. That was a clerical error--SHE did it! (point to the innocent looking secretary) GASP from the crowd.

It wasn't like that. It was a table, and a panel of people asking questions on the other side, but I felt really comfortable. Excited. Like I was in the right place--sorta Erin Brockovich style--minus the hideous outfits.

Okay, come back. What's a Youth Commissioner do, you ask? Well. That's a good question. I'm still figuring it out myself. We work with High Schoolers to put on events raising money for the youth and helping get them involved with the community in a positive way. This weekend we're working with some other groups to put on a Youth in Motion: Rock, Run & Reel to kick off the summer with fun events!

My "term" goes until 2014 so I figure I've got time to figure everything out. I'm not going to lie, I'm so excited to be a (small volunteer) part of my local government. And, maybe make a positive difference in someones life. Just one would be worthwhile.

Aaaaand, I figure if this goes well, I'll run for President in 2016! Look out Obama. Mama's in the house. The WHITE HOUSE. Alright, let's not get carried away. Maybe I'll wait until 2020.

Hey. It could happen. I'm counting on your vote!

God Moments

2011-06-06T08:33:00.005-05:00

Sometimes God gives us a wink. You have to be looking for it, but when you really need it, you'll get one.

I had one of those moments at church this weekend. I wasn't really in the mood to go, but I also know those are the times I really need it.

Usually it happens when we are standing and singing, or during the sermon and I start to wonder did the pastor read my diary? Or -- whoa -- my blog??? Or sometimes it happens simply when looking at the quiet colors soaking through the stain glass windows. I'll get goosebumps, feel my heart beating, accompanied by a strong desire to cry. That's the moment that I am so clearly reminded that there's more than just me. More than just dirt, earth, and my intention to make a life for myself. I feel God clearly, kindly and gently nudging me. Reminding me that he loves me. Beyond a love that I can understand.

I shake my head wondering how I forgot. But I do. I drift, forget, get stuck in my moments and life. Get mad at God like a spoiled brat. But, God knows me. He knew we needed church each week. It's our nature to need to be reminded over, and over, and over, and over, and over....

Anyway my moment happened right when I walked in the door. The featured verse was Jeremiah 29:11

For I know the plans I have for you,” declares the LORD, “plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future.

Ah-ha, yes. A plan. God has a plan for me. Me. And, a GOOD one. Even better, a future. I felt like I had just drank a cool glass of water.

So my friends, I try not to be pushy, especially with religion. But, I thought in case this might speak to any of you, I'd pass along my God moment to you, because God has a plan for YOU too. A good one. A future for you to prosper.

Wink, wink.

The Bewitching Hour

2011-06-05T05:54:00.006-05:00

A lot can happen during the bewitching hour. For those of you who don't know what I'm talkin' about, it's late afternoon or early evening. Kids seem to come unglued. Babies cry. It's different in every house. This week, we had a bad one. Here's how it looked inside our house.

My mom was over. She was leaving momentarily to pick my brother up at the train. She was holding Vivienne, who was hungry. Barrett had it in his mind that he wanted M&M's for dinner and was having an all-out melt down. I was at the stove making dinner. Denying the M&M protest, which put me into the red-zone while Barrett screamed, kicked, yanked on the fridge....you get the idea. The dogs had their food and water in the next room. And, I've been workin' on the dogs behavior lately too. Joy.

I'm at the stove, feeling like a total A+ mom as everyone is basically: unhappy. Needs are not being met.

You could feel the tension in the air. Have you ever hummed or sang a single note that clashed with someone elses? You can feel the vibration of your note connecting with the other person's note. You know what I'm talkin' about, or did I just take one too many road trips when I was a kid?

Point is you could feel the tension. And that's when Jack started attacking Jill. Screaming, yelping, multiple bites....basically in the same room as the kids. I had to go break it up. Have you ever broken up a dog fight? Keep in mind, they are BIG dogs (greyhounds). Jill was bleeding everywhere.

Then everyone was quiet. It felt like one of those moments you see on the movies, when the camera does a circle around the main character. Like everything started to spin in the world. I had to think. Step back and take control. I did it. I have no idea how, but I pulled myself together. Sent my mom off and finished up the night.

Happy to say, everyone is alive. And after an emergency vet visit (cha-ching) Jill's face was glued back together. Talked to the rescue group. Thought about giving up Jack, again. And ended up orderdering muzzles for the dogs, which Jack has already figured out how to get out of.

So, it's been tense. I have been crying a lot this week. I'm not sure if it has to do with the dogs fighting or what. But, I have been weepy. Feels good to cry, so maybe I've just been milking it. Not sure.

I think I'm freaking out about turning 30 in September. I'll write more about that soon.

For now, I just wanted to check-in. When things get a little darker in my world, I tend to not blog, so I'm pulling my boot-straps (snap, snap) and I'm moving towards the sunny side.

Thanks for reading, this was a long one!

Preacher's Daughter

2011-05-27T07:34:00.005-05:00

Last weekend my dad was ordained. He's a Christian Therapist at Center for Christian Life Enrichment.

I am so proud of him. He worked for years in my childhood with Campus for Crusade. Then went to Trinity bible college to get his Masters in Counseling. While he had dreams of working with the church and being a pastor, he felt called to be a therapist.

Now, everything has come full cirlce. He was given theopportunity to be ordained, which means he has pastoral privileges--in short he can marry, bury, baptise and preach.

We all locked around him in a circle as the pastor bestowed a prayer and blessing for my dad moving forward as an Ordained person of God.

It almost reminded me of a funeral with people honoring, remembering, and testifying to his character--publicly. As someone who's had a front-row seat in my dad's life, I can say without question, that he is a man of faith. He has a heart for God and all (and I mean all) his creatures. He's a servant. He's unbelievably generous. He's humble. Openminded. He's strong, phsyically and emotionally. He believe's in the best of people and absolutely pushes for them to be the very best version of themselves.

But most of all, my dad loves. He is a learner of life. He loves asking people questions about their jobs--from the guy who checks your luggage at the airport to the pilot himself. He is interested in getting to know people, show them love and respect no matter what.

I realize it might sound a little bubble-gummy, but if you've met my dad, or if you meet him, you probably agree--he's an outstanding man.

What does this all mean for me? I guess, it means I'm sorta like the Preacher's Daughter, ha ha :)

Dry Clean Only

2011-05-25T11:55:00.002-05:00

John and I have been on a quest lately to see how we can save money. Or, at least not spend more than we make. I know what it sounds like: BO-RIIING [insert fog horn sound].

But, it's actually been kind of fun. Before you roll your eyes, just give me a second to explain. I feel like we're on a journey--no quest--to protect our family.

Here are the starring roles in this quest:
The evil villan: the ugly debt monster
The hero: John
The goddess and most fair, kind, gentle, tender, beautiful princess: me
The pure hearted innocent: Barrett & Vivienne
The challenge: Make it through the next, hmmm, 5-10 years without tons of credit card debt and maybe even a little savings?

In this vallient effort, we invested in some lawn equipment and borrowed a lawn mower from a friend (buh-buy lawn service, hello lemonade after a sweaty morning mowing), we've cut our cable bill in half by giving up almost all our TV channels and this morning I .....I (are you ready for this? If you read the title of this post, you probably already know.....

I ironed.

I'll hold for your applause.

Okay, thanks. Okay, you can stop now. That's enough. Um, if I could just get your attention back on stage, you can be seated again.

Yes. It's not my strong suit, but I'm determined to be good at it. I have a stack of about 15-20 of John's dress shirts. We spend about $60-$80 on dry cleaning, every time John goes in, so I'm rolling up my sleeves (no pun intended) and I'm doin' the dry cleaning baby.

Just call me the Sweet Cleaner!

Change of Heart

2011-05-23T09:17:00.004-05:00

So, here's my dog update. I've had a change of heart.

I talked with the woman at Greyhounds Only, a great rescue place where we got our dogs. She gave me some great tips, but mostly was compassionate and listened patiently to me and my struggles. She told me she will be my greyhound AA support system. So....we're keeping Jack & Jill. At least, today. I'm going to try to work on my relationship with them and setting them up to succeed. We shall see.

Taking it day-by-day really. I'd be lying if I said I didn't still fantasize about my life being easier, cleaner, calmer without dogs, but I also want to be a good example for my kids.

At times, I just get so frustrated sometimes, exhausted, angry, overwhelmed....that the dogs are the lowest on my list. But that's not their fault, so I'm going to keep trying.

I want to be a good dog owner, master, I want to be loving and kind and understanding. Wish me luck, folks.

Mommy-Son Date

2011-05-22T11:57:00.003-05:00

Since the little lady has been in town (aka baby sister Vivienne) Barrett and I haven't had much time alone together.

So this weekend we went to Starbucks and had an iced coffee, vanilla milk and a cupcake. We went to the mall, got our "choffee" and sat at this little table together, then played in the Tree fort right behind us. We were there for all of 45 minutes, but it was so fun. And special. I got to talk to Barrett, mostly begging for bites of his muffin. And we were the ONLY people there, except for one other family. One of the perks about waking up at the crack of dawn.

Barrett here is actually drinking water in this mini cup, but I thought it was so cute.

Sweet little memory I'm tucking away for when he tells me he hates me. Hopefully he doesn't start remembering everything ....that way we can just pretend that when I was helping him climb the slide and he bonked his chin so hard his crying was echoing through the mall, like a bat cave...we can just pretend that never happened.

Hopefully he only remembers the wonderful perfect things about his mama. Barrett, no matter what. Know this: I love you beyond life itself.

Genius Answering Machine

2011-05-20T09:00:00.003-05:00

Tired of pesky telemarketers calling during dinner and naptime?

Well. I have juuuust the thing for you. An answering machine that sounds like a toddler saying "ello, elloooo" then quick--right as the person starts to say, "hello??? Um, can I talk to your mo--" CLICK. The machine hangs up.

True story.

Barrett was playing with our phone (not the base, just the phone) and somehow he programmed the answering machine. Recorded himself saying, hello hello? (like in that what-grandma-I-didn't -hear-you! tone of voice). Then he progrmed it to hang up and not accept ANY voicemails.

For days I tried to undo this genius toddlers prank, but then I realized: this is SOLID GOLD. Buh-buy unwanted callers.

Downside: people you actually DO want to hear from. But those people have my cell, so the machine stays. And I am keeping the land line because AT&T iPhone service is awful. If I didn't have a landline, I'd go batty. But I'm so hooked on iPhone, I might chose it over food and water if given the choice as a captive prisoner. At least for a day or two. I'm serious. Or in our house, we'd say, I'm cereal.

Not sure I can do it any more...

2011-05-19T07:39:00.005-05:00

I've never pretended to be supermom. I can't do it all. I'm the first to admit it. Some days are better than others. But lately, I have actually been considering re-homing (aka giving up) our two greyhounds. I know, cruel.

Do I love them? Yes. Are they horrible? No. Are they good with the kids? Yes. Do they bark? 99% of the time, No. Do they need tons of exercise? Nope (this is one of the biggest misconceptions with greyhounds). Do they need love, attention, to be pet? Yes. Is that too much for me? Some days, sadly the answer is ...yes.

I've been drowning a little lately. Maybe it's the cold weather...in late MAY. C'mon!!! I didn't complain in April, but it's practically June. I am just fighting back tears. Barrett is off the walls. Jill got into Barrett's play dough (my fault, I know) but then vomited this red play dough on our white carpet. It's just feeling all like too much. And, it's not fair to the dogs. Something's gotta give.

So, I'm praying about it. Seeing if God wants to give me a magical change of heart, or find a family who's willing and ready to love one or both of these dogs. If you know someone who wants to rescue and love a Greyhound, please contact me. Here's some info on them:

Jack ("Captain Jack" )

Jack is a loving and sweet dog. He is great with the kids--lets them pull his tail, fur, etc. He likes to be with people. He'll go in whatever room you're in and then just lay down. He has changed almost every diaper with me, even in the middle of the night. He's a companion. This also means he gets sad when you leave. He doesn't bark when you leave, but usually barks when we get home.

Jill (Formerly "Bass")

Jill is a shy dog. She is very low maintenence. She often times lays in a room by herself. She hardly ever barks--ever. She's a beautiful dog and doesn't need a lot of attention, but if you go up and pet her, she's usually grateful and warm.

Please pray for me that the right decision will be clear. I feel horrible. I'm calling a woman today from the rescue group we got the dogs from to learn more.

Ironically, or maybe perfectly fitting, I feel like a dog.

Take me out to the Baaack Yard

2011-05-14T13:07:00.006-05:00

While I don't know all the words to "Take me out to the Ball Game," I do know Barrett's version this summer: Take me to the Back Yard. Immediately, woman. He always asks to go "Sidah?" (Sounds like the word "cidar" with out the "r"). He's even starting to sneak out. Oh help us when this boy is 16.

Right now, the real problem is, we don't have any toys or equipment really out there. Just yard, fence, trees, shed and ... oh yeah, a plunger. Where on earth did that come from you ask? The house. No joke you guys, this is a gross toy. Probably shouldn't even call it a toy, huh?

Oh well, at least I have my sweet girl who sits pretty. Here's Vivienne my little ange--wait a minute, she's.....yup, she is ... she's giving me THE FINGER.

Look close. She's like, mom, why are you obsessed with dressing me up to sit in our back yard? And, match my brother.

Guilty. My recent obsession has been dressing up the kiddos so they match in some way. John really started it. He tries to match Barrett at ALL times. I'm talkin' even in the morning when we're eating breakfast, they're both weating black Addidas pants with grey t-shirts. Seriously. So, I'm jumping on the bandwagon. I look at it as a fun little challenge.

Toddler or Teenager?

2011-05-11T13:00:00.000-05:00

Sometimes we get glimpses into the future. I must say, when I came around the corner and saw my almost-2-year-old laying on the couch, one arm behind his head, one leg popped up laying long ways on the couch, I couldn't help but wonder if this was one of those times.

The real question is toddler vs. teenager -- which one is harder? I'd argue toddler is harder, teenager is scarier. But I have no clue.

I wonder. Are they really all THAT different?

Both don't think through the consequences of their actions, want mom to make their food, love nothing more than hanging with friends, wrestling, or lazing on the couch, think "toots" are funny. You worry about both crossing the street (on foot or in a car). You worry about both surviving.

But, a BIG but (toddler humor eeking through here, sorry).... toddlers have one intoxicating feature that distinguishes them from every other age group--they think their mama's are amazing and perfect. Aaaaaah, exhale. Never grow up Barrett. Fly with Peter Pan to Never, Never Land at night and stay my beautiful boy every day.

I want to always remember...

2011-05-10T19:22:00.006-05:00

Now that it's finally getting warm out, I'm seeing a lot of familiar faces at the park. It reminds me of the Wizard of Oz when Glinda sings "come out, come out, wherever you are" to the little munchkins in hiding. Well the little munchkins at our park are out, and boy is it funny to see how some have grown in just one winter's time.

It makes me realize there are so many things about Barrett that have changed too. I feel like I'll never forget, but I know I will, so here are a few:

Vocab Key
-- Stairf = Stairs
-- Hogs en Keys = Hugs and Kiss
-- Babbett = Barrett
-- Be me um = Vivienne
-- Sydah = Out side
-- Mook = Milk
-- Sat down = Sit down (a command for you to obey)

Sweet Sissy Stuff
--When Vivienne cries, he runs over to her, pats her back or arm and says, "I know. I know." He did this at her 6-month check-up when she got shots too. Stood right by her side (on a step stool) held her hand and consoled her while she burst into tears. Mama then burst into tears on the drive home thinking about these moments going too fast.

--When we wake Vivienne up, he gets so excited. He knocks on her door, then goes "Aaaawe, hallo Sissy!"

--He's working on teaching Vivienne things, just like I did him. He plays peek a boo with her when she's on the bed. Making her belly laugh. He takes her finger when we're reading and helps her count "too, fwee" (he usually forgets to start with one). He's also working on teaching her how to wrestle. This one we have to be careful about as he grabs her from behind, barrell rolls with her and trys to get on top of her back.

Family Time
-- Sometimes Barrett calls John, John. It's pretty normal for his age, but it cracks us up, slaps his leg, throws his head back laughing and simply says, "JOOOHN!" Like he totally gets the joke. You just don't expect it from a small person.

-- Barrett loves to cry out, "John, I love lou" all weekend long. Or simply just find his daddy by saying "JOHN?" If he's out of sight too long. I personally love it because it's my favorite game to play: find daddy!

B' Man Stuff
-- When he hears a good rythm or beat, he bobs his head like a cool rapper.
-- Instead of sniffing in when smelling a flower or candle, he sniffs out
-- To make a pig snorty noise, he opens his mouth and makes this coughing sound

For me, I don't have a great story or memeory it's just the look on his face with his puffy cheeks, certain eyes..that I just want to gobble him up and keep him in my memory forever. I want to always remember all these things!

Mommy Hour

2011-05-09T14:48:00.004-05:00

Howdy ladies. Hope you're all feeling a little like Kate Middleton today after your Mother's Day weekend. I can't even begin to talk about my jealousy for Kate, eh-hem, Catherine. I've intentionally stayed away from the hype, but now here I am, can't stop this train, it's left the station.

When I was watching the wedding at 5:00 a.m. while nursing Vivienne I had a sudden thought that stopped my blood cold. And that thought has haunted me since. This wedding, Kate, the Queen, Kate's cupped wave and sincerely humble smile in her open carriage ...all of this means that I WILL NOT BE THE QUEEN OF ENGLAND. Panic set in. I hadn't even realized this was a dream of mine, but it was gone.

Then, I hatched my plan. Vivienne will marry Kate and William's un-born son! As I sorted through the details, move to London--check, become citizens--check, change the laws of the Queen--check. I held Vivienne over my head (picture Symba from the Lion King) and walked up and down the hallways saying, "You will be the QUEEN OF ENGLAND!!!" To which, John calmly said, "will you please stop holding her over your head, Lauren."

The point of my post is that I had a really fun "Mommy Hour" with my near 15-year friend on Friday. We went to the park and followed up with a few Summer Shandy's at my house while we waited for the hubs to get home from work. It was so nice to wrap up the week with a sunny day, happy kids, fresh cut grass, laughter with a friend and a sweet, cold beer.

It's fun to see Vivienne (6 mos) and Aubrey (4 mos) play together too. They had fun. Mostly it was Vivienne pawing at poor Aubrey's face while they were propped on the chair. It's so weird to see my high school friend's daughter and my daughter get to know each other--it still blows my mind!

Co-ed Bath

2011-05-06T13:00:00.000-05:00

No, no. This co-ed bathtime was very G-rated and overly supervised. The night before Easter, we decided to bathe Barrett and Vivienne at the same time. It was a spur-of-the moment decision, so it took both adults to supervise.

You know, one to handle the water wrestling and one to hold the camera.

This ordeal lasted less than 5 minutes. We're talkin' dunk, lather, dunk. But, it was pretty cute. I feel like we got a glimpse into the future...Barrett was so excited. You can pretty much get the idea in pictures, so I'll shut up and just show you.

Step 1: Enter bath and hug.

Step 2: Kiss on head.

Step 3: Shove out of bath.

6 months vs 6 months

2011-05-05T19:30:00.007-05:00

Everytime I get home from Vivienne's monthly check-ups, I race upstairs to input her stats and compare to Barrett. For whatever reason I can NOT remember anything when it comes to weight, height, head, first laugh, crawling, walking. Thank goodness for baby books.

Barrett at 6 Months (Christmas)

Barrett was 19lbs 11 oz and 28.5 inches long at 6 months old. That's beyond the 95% percentile, so basically the size of a 1-year-old. He was sitting up, smiling, bald. I was still nursing him, but starting to give formula at night. I also introduced cereal around 5 months, so he was eating too. At this point, I was loving life--finishing my internship and Barrett spent two 12-hour days at his grandma's (aka Abba) house, while I worked.

Vivienne at 6 Months (Easter)

Vivienne was 17 lbs 11 oz and 28.75 inches long at her 6 months check-up. Sound familiar? She's also beyond the 95% percentile (not quite for weight 70% percentile, which I must say I was slightly relieved about, ha! Hey, truthfully I worry about my weight. I don't want to think about that for my girl, but I'm not perfect!). Up to 6 months I have ONLY nursed her. No bottle. No formula. No thawed-out-breast milk. No cereal. Nada. Zip. Since her check-up I've introduced Earth's Best rice cereal and sweet potatoes. No-go on the rice cereal, loves the potatoes. She sits, smiles, laughs and is SO bald. Bows help, but people still say "he" when she isn't decked out in pink.

Generally speaking, "the people" say Vivienne looks more like my husband and Barrett looks like me. I'll get vice versa reviews from time-to-time, but that seems to be the general consensus. I think they do look alike a little, but not clone-like. What do you think? Is it odd (or sad) that I don't really want my daughter to look like me? I notice I feel relief when people say she looks like her dad. How sad. I don't want to be that way. Does anyone out there ever think the same thing?

I can't wait to see what Vivienne looks like with HAIR! I'm not holding my breath on that one, I'm guessing we've got another year or two to sit tight.

Mickey Mouse Clubhouse ..... HOT DOG

2011-05-03T19:47:00.004-05:00

In an effort to save some money and break Barrett from his, slight addiction to Mickey Mouse, John and I are toying with the idea of cutting off cable. Gulp. I'm not actually a huge TV-watcher, but I have a handful of shows I like. But Barrett... Barrett has HIS shows. Here's how it goes.

Barrett wakes up, takes a bottle (yes, bottle), sits on the couch, snuggles with me. I then begin nursing Vivienne and that's when it all begins. Mind you, most of the time it is not yet even 6:00 a.m.

Barrett: Mouse?
Me: You want Mickey Mouse?
Barrett: Mouse.
Me: Okay, let's wait a little.
Barrett: Mouse? Mouse.
Me: I know, I know. I know what you want.
Barrett: Mote? (meaning: remote)

Barrett now goes and gets the remote. Brings it to me. Holds it out in front of my face. Talks real slow so his ding-dong old mama can understand very clearly.

Barrett: Mote. Mouse.

Like, get it through your head, stupid. I'm making this really easy for you. Try to follow. I brought you the remote, I've told you what I want to watch. Now put on my TV show! I want the mouse. I need the mouse. Mickey Mouse. Do I need to spell it for you woman!!!!!

When I turn it on, he instantly melts into this smile, like "Oh good, she finally got it. We're going to have to work on that more next time. She's getting better, but still isn't where she needs to be for a 30-year-old."

I think I will be stronger if I don't have this Mickey Mouse available at my fingertips. But, I'm not sure. I'm not sure. It is pretty nice to have as back-up when I'm nursing.
If you watch or have seen Mickey Mouse Clubhouse...you'll know what I mean when I say HOT DOG, HOT DOG, HOT DIGGITY DOG, sometimes plays in my dreams. It's etched in my brain.

I think we're going to cut it off. I think I can, I think I can, I think I can.....

Anyone else out there cut off TV? Any tips for me? Any advice???

Two becoming Two

2011-05-03T09:30:00.003-05:00

Today I'm taking Vivienne for her 6 month check-up. Today I'm also giving her food for the first time. For some reason, I'm feeling really emotional about it. To this point, I've only nursed her. And, she hasn't really even had a bottle. All of her food, all of her needs have pretty much been met by me. In a way, it almost feels like I'm still pregnant.

Which means that as she takes her first bite of food, (organic rice cereal) it will be a step towards her not needing me. A small step toward indepence. The two of us becoming two. Which is the way her life, my life, our life is meant to be. But I'm feeling sad about it. She's my baby. Possibly my last baby, if we don't have any more kids.

Oddly, Barrett is turning two in less than two months, too. Quite the two theme. Life is going TOO fast. But, I'm really enjoying the ride with my TWO.

Easter for Tots

2011-04-22T17:57:00.003-05:00

I've been teaching Barrett to pray before eating. I want him to know God and it starts with pausing during the day. Praying at meals is a great opportunity. I know in his Bible Study Fellowship, he's learning about Easter, Jesus dying on the cross, raising up and going into heaven. Barrett will be 2 in June, which means he's almost 22 months old.

I have learned as a mom, it's harder than you think to teach and explain.

For example, saying "sorry." Barrett wacked me with something the other day, and I was trying to teach him to say sorry.

Me: Ouch, that hurt mama. That makes mama sad.

Barrett: [blank stare]

Me: Now, you say sorry.

Barrett: Sorry? [confused look, tilt head to side, wrinkle nose]

Me: Sorry means you did something wrong.

Barrett: [same look]

Me: Or sometimes you don't mean to, but you can hurt other people. Or, sometimes you might do something on accident you didn't mean to, or sometimes you do mean to do something wrong and it might hurt someone. Or it might just not be good, like spilling. [now I have a confused look on my face]

Barrett: Sowey mama

Me: Awe, Barrett, you are so sweet [kiss, kiss, kiss, pat on back]. Thank you. Mama is so happy. It's okay. I appreciate you saying sorry.

Barrett: Sowey mama.

Now. He says sorry all the time. It breaks my heart! So now we're working on saying "love you" which is what I think he means when he randomly apologizes to me in the grocery store.

Yesterday I'm trying to teach Barrett about Easter. It was really hard! Here's how it went:

Me: Barrett, this weekend is Easter!

Barrett:

Easter.
Me: Easter is when Jesus came down to earth from Heaven. Then he lived for 33 years. Died on the cross, and rose again from the tomb.
Barrett: Gezous?
Me: Yes. And, this weekend we are going to celebrate that Jesus died for our sins and rose again and went to heaven. That means the Easter Bunny is going to come to our house when you're sleeping and hide eggs all over the house.
John (hubs): Bunny's don't lay eggs.
Me: [groan]

Seriously, it was the first time I thought--how on earth did we go from Jesus to eggs filled with crap candy? Luckily I have time to figure it out. For now, I'm just going with it. Off to Walgreens now, wish me luck.

Pics

2011-04-19T07:30:00.004-05:00

More Pics from Vivienne's baptism

Vivienne's Baptism

2011-04-17T18:40:00.004-05:00

Today was Vivienne Mae's baptism day! It was honestly perfect. Better than what I imagined actually. I felt like the whole day was a gift from God. The weather, the special service -- it was Palm Sunday and we had the Bell Choir, kids waving palms, a kids sermon, the formal choir singing from the balcony...it was magical.

Vivienne looked like a little angel. And, when you stop and think about it, how far are babies from being angels? They're fresh from heaven. Never sinned. Never done anything wrong. Babies don't lie, steal, cheat...or even say something mean. They smell like heaven. And, when a baby smiles at you, your heart feels like God himself is pumping the blood in and out, because otherwise it might just stop beating all together.

It felt good to baptise my girl. My daughter. After all, she is God's child. I was just the lucky mama chosen to watch over her for a few decades. I feel honored God chose me to raise Vivienne (and Barrett too!). I want to do my best. I want to give her everything she needs. Kiss every boo-boo, know every funny story. I hope I get a long time with my kids. But, just in case I don't, I'm going to make every second count.

I also couldn't help but think of her wedding day (insert soft sobbing). The white gown, the beautiful face, the special moment of being up in front of the church. Only, on her wedding day, I won't be holding her, I won't be holding her hand....already I can tell it's going to be hard for this mama-bear to let go!!!!! Sunshine, I love you with all my heart.