Archive for March 2016
Ok, I know what you’re thinking… I started up the blog again, promising consistent content, and then I take another few days off…
I have an excuse.
We’ve been in the process of moving back into our home. My laptop and my computer were still in boxes. The house was (and still) is just a mess, and I had no time or energy to write a blog.
It’s been quite an adventure, so far, this year.
El Nino was threatened to be the worst that we’d seen in awhile, and while that seemed to be an empty threat, our house did suffer some damage.
When the first rains came along in late January, we noticed some water damage on the ceiling. As the storm continued, it began to rain inside our home. Emergency roofers were called to patch up the roof and then the process of getting the roof and interior fixed began.
Because we rent, we didn’t have to personally deal with the insurance adjusters or contractors. We were just told when people were coming to check the house, when we had to leave, and when we had to come back.
It was a long process that found us out of our home for almost two months.
From the first of February until Good Friday in March, we were staying at Hubby’s parent’s house. We brought with us the bare necessities but as weeks went by, we started bringing in more and more items from our house into the inlaws house. By the time we were ready to leave, we had so much stuff, it was like we were actually moving back into our home again.
Though very overwhelming, I feel like I’ve been given a second chance at a ‘move in.’
The first time we moved in, I was pregnant with K, on and off bedrest, and was told not to do much of anything during the move. While we were able to get settled in, it all just felt very jumbled and overwhelming.
Now, I’m able to move in the way I wish we did back in August of 2014. However, with the kids, it’s taking a little longer than I would like.
How do you handle moving with two small children? I’d love to hear some tips and tricks you used to keep the kids occupied (and safe!) while you tried to move into your living space!
Today is Hubby’s birthday.
Happy birthday, hubby!
I’m a terrible gift giver. Lucky for me, Hubby and I aren’t huge on gifts. I think we’ve gone through many occasions in the many years we’ve been together that we don’t give each other anything.
And it’s ok.
However, I don’t want M or K to grow up being a bad gift giver. I want my girls to grow up thoughtful and good gift givers.
Last year, I let M decide what to give her daddy.
Last year, she decided to give him a set of socks.
I asked her why. She told me that daddy needed new socks because he was using his socks to wipe off the white board on her easel and that the socks are now too dirty for him to use. What she didn’t realize were that those socks were old and had holes in them so he really didn’t want to wear them.
It was a very sweet gesture and a very thoughtful gift.
When Hubby heard the explanation, he was very happy to receive his socks.
This year has been a little hectic, she seems at a loss at what to give him.
(I write these blog posts a few days ahead of time, and at the time of writing, we still haven’t gotten him a present yet. We’ll be going to Target soon, so I’m sure we’ll find something!)
Happy birthday, Hubby. You are the greatest dad and husband we could ask for. You work so hard for us and we really appreciate all you do! Thank you for all you do! We pray for continued blessings and many years to come!
We love you!!!
When I was recently diagnosed with nodes on my vocal cords, the first thought that came to mind was the movie, Pitch Perfect.
When I told Hubby that I had nodes via text, I added a gif from Pitch Perfect about nodes. He responded with “when you recover from surgery, will you be able to hit those super low notes?”
We couldn’t help but laugh at the situation. But no, I do NOT want surgery.
My mother had nodes. Her’s were beyond physical therapy and she needed surgery. The recovery process required 2 weeks of not being able to talk. No talking AT ALL! She had to walk around with one of those magnet doodle boards just so she could tell us what to do.
Could you imagine me not being able to talk for two weeks with two little kids around?
There’s no way I could allow these nodes to get to the point of surgery.
By the Grace of God, I was able to catch them early. The ENT physician’s assisant told me that my nodes were just forming and that with some speech therapy and working on changing some bad vocal habits, I’d be able to soften them up to get them to shrink again.
Although these nodes are at their very early stages, they have greatly affected my ability to sing. My higher register is almost non-existent. On bad days, I can barely even get my talking voice to work at a higher sound. Singing at Church just gets so frustrating because I love to sing along, but sound so terrible as my voice cuts in and out. Or there are times that I sound like I’m going through puberty.
It’s very frustrating and disheartening.
Talking all day can make my voice just feel so tired. Being a home with a 4yo and a 1yo, I have to talk.
Now I need to learn how to talk again. I need to learn how to redirect my voice so that it doesn’t put so much strain on my vocal cords. It’s almost like I need to talk like I’m singing. It’s hard to explain, but that’s almost how I feel like I need to talk.
I’ll be going to speech therapy for four sessions, one every other week. I’ll be practicing what I learn at home and concentrating on changing my vocal habits.
I’ve discussed with M my condition. I explained that I can’t talk over her as much as before and that we need to work together so that I don’t have to explain things to her over and over again. She loves to cooperate when you tell her we are “working together” so she is understanding that she needs to listen to me the first time.
I’m always so used to talking loudly, or raising my voice, when I get upset and it’s a hard habit to break. However, I know it’s important I follow doctor’s orders, so I’m making a conscious effort to not get so angry to the point that I raise my voice.
Eventually, I do hope to get my higher singing register back. I do hope that I can get my vocal chords back into good shape. I would love to sing for a Church choir again. I would love to get more involved with Religious Education and teach again. I would love to just have a normal voice again.
All in God’s time and I do hope that at my next ENT appointment, we will see some improvement
I love watching those little Instagram videos of all those people that can do brushlettering so well. I only wish I can be as talented as all those people.
One thing they always emphasize when people ask them how they do it is “practice.” They practice all the time. They are always writing, they are always honing their craft.
I’ve always wanted to try it.
I was lucky enough to find a very inexpensive ($1.99) brush pen at a small Japanese shop inside of a mall we visited last weekend. Needless to say, I was very excited and you can see the video where I show the pen and my first impressions here (don’t forget to ‘like’ the page too!).
I’m very much in love with the pen and I love practicing whenever I get a free moment.
Random fact: I spent an entire summer writing down “The quick brown fox jumps over the lazy dog” until my mom approved of my writing. I guess I can credit her when people compliment my penmanship.
I actually enjoy writing with that brush pen. I’m still getting used to manipulating the strokes and remember when to do thick and thin lines. It’s definitely a process and practice really does help make things easier.
I’m also trying to string the letters together and form words. It’s a very different feeling with the pen to form words than just drawing letters.
Every day gets a little easier. Figuring out how to hold the brush pen and how to move the brush pen is getting a little easier. And I know that as I continue to practice, I will eventually develop my own style and flair to the brushlettering. It just takes a little time. I can’t wait to look back at these old writings and see how much my style has changed and improved (I hope!).
I do plan on participating in some Instagram lettering challenges next month. Any recommendations?
This is the story about sprinkles.
Yes, those sprinkles. Those sprinkles are M’s favorite ice cream topping. No matter where we go for ice cream, she always wants sprinkles.
One time, Hubby and M went on a daddy/daughter date to a local ice cream place. Hubby, always wanting to save an extra buck, decided to put that bottle of sprinkles into his pocket to add to M’s ice cream after ordering it.
The ice cream was ordered, and they went outside to eat their treats. Hubby pulls the sprinkles out of his pocket and adds them to M’s ice cream. She was delighted at the idea of “pocket sprinkles” and Hubby was so happy he was able to save a dollar.
Now, whenever we have ice cream at home, M always makes sure to ask for “pocket sprinkles.”
It’s totally a thing for our family now.
Sprinkles will just never be the same.
Looking back on the blog posts from before I took my six month hiatus, I notice that I was beginning to incorporate more pictures into the blog posts.
As I’m slowly starting to get back into the blogging world, I will work on adding more photos to my blog posts.
Baby steps. Baby steps.