Asking

Fig & Me  (if you’ve never seen her blog, prepare to be blown away by her amazing talent!  She makes the most beautiful dolls for little ones!) posted this TED talk a couple of weeks ago:

And it has me thinking about the power of asking.

It’s hard for me to ask… to ask for help, to ask a question.  Why is that?  Maybe it’s the act of making myself vulnerable and showing my weaknesses.  Maybe it’s admitting that I don’t know something or that I can’t do it all.  Maybe I’m scared of the response that I’ll get when I do ask.

But looking at the other side of it, I feel honored when someone asks things of me.  I have new moms contacting me for help, and I feel blessed to share what I’ve learned along the way.  My kids asking questions about the world they don’t quite understand yet seek my comfort.  A friend needing help to complete a task that she can’t do on her own.  I feel needed.  I have a purpose.  Love.

And it reminds me how much we really do need each other and that I need to do more asking.

Spring Cleaning: Entryway

In the past, we’ve moved every 2 years or so.  We have no plans of moving, but I’m always amazed that I can manage to pack and clean while juggling the day-to-day stuff.  How is it when there is a move looming I can accomplish so much?  I decided that we deserve that new house clean and to put my time and energy towards a good spring cleaning and de-cluttering.  I’m being wise about it and joined a group to help motivate myself to go slow and steady, one room at a time.  We’re following the checklists at OrganizedHome.com

So, keeping it real and honest…

Before:

IMG_7320Vacuum and saw left out.  Big rubbermaid full of baby clothes waiting for rotation.
IMG_7321Our daily shoe and jacket explosion.

During:
IMG_7324We’ve been blessed with hand-me-downs (LOVE those!) and have a great assortment of girls’ shoes.  Autumn and I lined them by size.  She also tried on a few pairs, you know, just because.

After:
IMG_7360I see a floor!!!

IMG_7361And shoes organized!  All boots are on the boot tray.  Boys’ shoes are in the milk crate to the left, girls’ to the right, and adult shoes on the floor next to them.  Each kid gets a coat hook.  Hats, sunscreen, sunglasses, and dog leashes are in the basket.

IMG_7362Even a peek inside the coat closet!  All those shoes are now in labeled boxes by size and the vacuum is put away!

And just because life is funny, less than 2 minutes after I took the “after” pictures, the UPS man showed up…IMG_7363

 

 

And now she’s 6!

Six years ago (yesterday – I’m a day late in posting), we were blessed with our first baby girl.  She asks me to tell her her birth story every night before bed, so in honor of her birthday, I thought I would share it here too.Picture 027_2@0 I woke up around 7 that March morning with contractions, which was normal as I had been having Braxton-Hicks contractions for over half my pregnancy.  They felt a little different so I practiced what I preached to my students (I was a certified Bradley Method childbirth instructor at the time)  to see if maybe this was the real deal.  I tried resting through the contractions in bed.  I walked through them. I drank a glass of water. I tried to eat, but instead fed the boys cereal and started a movie for them to watch.  Before trying the last thing on the check list, I decided to wake up James to let him know what was going on and that I was getting in the shower.

He knew.  I still wasn’t convinced, but he knew.

I got out of the shower and found that James had everything ready in the bedroom.  I think I finally realized that it was the real deal, but thought we still had time.  Only a half an hour had passed since that first contraction of the morning.  I buried my head, curled up on the ground with each contraction.  I was calm and repeating affirmations to myself.  This was transition.

I began humming and moaning when James asked me if I was pushing.  I said no.

Again, he knew. James called the midwife.

We anticipated that this labor could go fast because Jackson came in 90 minutes, so we had discussed the “what ifs” with our midwife beforehand.  The drive to the birth center was 40 minutes before adding in the fact that the 3-lane interstate was down to one-lane due to construction and it was rush hour.

Hearing that I was pushing, the midwife insisted that we come to the birth center.  We knew there wasn’t time, but when we told her that, she hung up on James.

A minute later, I calmly said, “There’s the head.”

James reached down just in time to catch our sweet baby.  He put her on my chest and covered us with a blanket.  It took us a minute to realize that we didn’t check to see if it was a boy or girl, so I peaked under the blanket and announced, “It’s a GIRL!”

Picture 030_2@0James tucked us into bed and cleaned up the bedroom.  He then went to the nearest store and bought every pink thing they had and a fish scale so we could weigh our little one.  She was 20″ long and 6 lbs 15 oz.  It was an amazing birth!  And she is an amazing girl!IMG_7353

Happy Birthday Izzy!  

Milo for My LO

I loved this pattern the first time I saw it make the rounds on various blogs a couple years back and immediately went to ravelry and bought it.  But for whatever reason, I thought it was suited for a little boy and mine were too big for it.  What about my little girls!?  Why did I not think of how sweet and wonderful a little girl would look in this vest!?  <Shaking my head!>

Thankfully, I have a dear friend that helped me see the error of my ways as she knit up a glorious Milo for her wee baby girl due this spring.  After seeing it in all of the purple yumminess, I grabbed some Swish (worsted) in kindling and cast on one of my own.
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I was aiming for the 12 mo size because I had exactly 220 yards of yarn and I thought it would be a little big, but wearable for this Spring and perfectly sized for all the cold weather next year has to offer.  I knew I was taking a small chance by knitting with a worsted weight yarn instead of the DK weight the pattern called for, and I began to worry if I had enough yarn for the whole project or if I was going to do it again (during pregnancy I ran out of yarn before finishing at least 3 different projects.) But onward I knitted, trusting the process, and knowing that Knit Picks was fully stocked with my yarn (maybe this is just my way of making myself order more yarn?!)IMG_6962

I could see the end of my yarn when I was knitting the trim at the bottom and the suspense when I made the measurement and it was time to cast off was exciting.  I honestly didn’t think I would make it, but in the end I was left 1 yard of leftover yarn, just 1!!!

IMG_6969In the end I think it looks lovely on my little lady!  Love the warmth of the browns and look forward to making some simple calico dresses for her to wear under it.  Ravelry notes here.

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Dress Up

Every morning, my 3 and 5 yo get dressed, but within an hour of having clothes on, they are off again.  They dress up as princesses, as ballerinas, gymnasts, tea party hostesses, etc.IMG_6587I often get invited to their tea parties and balls, but one day I thought I would surprise them by dressing for the occasion.  I slipped away into my closet, unzipped a bag that’s been closed for more than 13 years, and put it on my wedding dress.IMG_6262I wish I would have gotten a picture of their faces when I arrived to the tea party that day!  They LOVED it and didn’t even care that I couldn’t zip up the back!